Lin Ran wore a look of disdain. "I’d never be a coward in love. You’ve got to chase it boldly, fight for it bravely, and act without hesitation."
He wasn’t lying—when it ca to love, Lin Ran had always charged forward fearlessly.
Even in his past life, facing the shattered remnants of a "relationship" with soone like Liu Ruxue, he’d fought tooth and nail to piece it back together.
This life with Luo Yao? Even more so—a fearless, mutual pursuit.
Luo Yao tightened her arms around him, as if she wanted to devour him right then and there. The live chat exploded once again.
[Waiting on Grandma’s Postpartum Confinent]: Damn, you two are sothing else. No wonder you’re a match made in heaven—your thought processes are next-level.
[Kid Who Accepted Fate Early]: I was almost in tears just now, lanting all the regrets in love… and then these two pull this stunt? Is Lin Ran secretly a yandere or sothing? Do yanderes just not experience tragic love?
[Romantic "Diary"]: Gotta admit, they kinda make sense. I think I’m being brainwashed—what do I do?
[Double Trouble]: I’m curious—how long could Lin Ran and Luo Yao, these rich elites, last in a rural setting?
[Always Wondering What My Na Should Be]: Excuse you? They’re wealthy, not useless. Most rich people aren’t the spoiled brats you imagine. They’re raised with diverse skills and adaptable education.
As the guests for the first episode of this special program, they stepped into the courtyard. Behind them, their security team cordoned off the area and began patrols.
Normally, guests wouldn’t bring bodyguards to a show—maybe an assistant at most—but given Lin Ran and Luo Yao’s status, the production team turned a blind eye. Just keep the security out of the shots.
Pushing open the gate, Lin Ran found the place impeccably tidy. The brick-paved courtyard was stunning, especially with the snow piled against the walls—a wintry kind of beauty.
To his surprise, there was even a plastic greenhouse, lush with plants inside, clearly well-tended.
The centerpiece was a two-story villa. Stepping inside, the decor was a blend of traditional Chinese and rustic charm, ticulously arranged—every detail spoke of care.
Liu Yishou smiled. "This is where you’ll be staying. Hope it ets your expectations?"
Lin Ran glanced at Luo Yao, who nodded.
She thought the setup was far from extravagant, but it had its charm—compact yet refined.
Liu Yishou peeked at the cara. "Psst—just between us, we’ve got a little task for them to complete before bedti."
[Wedding Night Stockholders]: Oh, you devious producers. I’m here for it.
[Rember My Na, Chat]: Can we just keep these two as permanent guests? Petition to never switch them out—I’m obsessed.
The house lacked central heating, but the fireplace roared, keeping the space warm. Lin Ran helped Luo Yao out of her coat.
"President Luo, Young Master Lin, we’ll be docunting your daily life here. Beyond the necessary segnts, we won’t interfere. Feel free to pick a room to rest, then make lunch. You can use any veggies from the greenhouse—just don’t waste them."
Lin Ran nodded in understanding.
They chose a room on the second floor—cozy but bright.
Their luggage was light: just sleepwear and toiletries. No need for more, since they’d be leaving tomorrow night.
When they returned downstairs, the crew handed them task cards and displayed the challenges on the livestream.
Secretly perform three assigned actions without the other noticing. If completed by 6 PM, it’s a success. If both succeed, guess each other’s actions—whoever guesses more wins.
The winner can make one non-refusable demand.
The chat erupted as the tasks were revealed.
Lin Ran studied his card. "Today’s mission: pull off these moves without her noticing, then make an un-rejectable request?"
"What’s the point? Yao’s never turned down a request from anyway."
[Ne Zha’s Dad—Pagoda]: Did he just call his wife a wishing well? Like, ‘whatever I ask for, she grants it’? If true, I’m gonna die of envy.
[Forgot-the-Kid Milk]: He said they’ve never refused each other’s requests. aning he’s also her wishing well. Why the jealousy? Though, gotta admit, that line was sweet.
Lin Ran and Luo Yao exchanged a smile. No further words needed.
This "mission"? They’d play along if they felt like it. No way the producers could control them.
Grabbing a basket, they headed to the greenhouse. Before stepping out, Lin Ran draped Luo Yao’s coat over her shoulders—no way he’d let his little demon catch a chill.
Inside the greenhouse, the temperature stabilized.
The plots held common veggies: peppers, eggplants, and the like.
At the sight of eggplants, Lin Ran flashed back to a… morable mont.
The first ti Luo Yao cooked for him, after two kitchen explosions, she’d proudly presented a plate of braised shrimp.
Lin Ran took a bite and said, "This eggplant’s pretty good."
That night, he wound up in the hospital. Since then, Luo Yao had been banned from cooking.
"How about eggplant for lunch? My treat," Lin Ran offered, pointing at the veggies.
Luo Yao recalled the sa incident and smirked. "Sure."
[18-Year-Old’s Fill-in-the-Blank]: Wait, why are they laughing?? Just discussing veggies and they’re giggling?
[Wife Is a Crybaby]: They can’t even laugh now? Since when is joy a cri?
As Luo Yao moved to enter, Lin Ran scooped her up and set her back on clean ground.
"Wait here. I’ll pick." He knelt to brush dirt off her white shoes—a mont instantly immortalized by the caras.
Luo Yao’s lips curled into a smile. Forget the audience—she was lting.
Lin Ran worked the plots, gathering eggplants, beans, tomatoes, peppers, carrots, scallions—enough for lunch and dinner.
All while Luo Yao watched her man hustle in the dirt.
"Yao, I grabbed extras for dinner. Limited ingredients, but this’ll do."
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