Chapter 0189

Liu Meng had no complaints about Wu Zhishang's arrival.

At Young Master Lin's company, who needed an appointment?

Of course, this was just a formality—after all, with Lin Ran around, blood ran thicker than water.

Though it was just a small collaboration regarding promotions, Liu Meng still intended to handle it personally.

Meanwhile, in the office, Lin Ran and Luo Yao were finally alone again.

Even though they spent every waking moment together, they remained inseparable, as if being apart would strip their lives of meaning.

"Ah Ran, Dean Yi just called. He said it's time for your follow-up check-up. Should they come here, or will you return to the estate?"

Lin Ran: "No need, I think I'm in good shape."

"No, you have to go."

Lin Ran: "Fine, then. No need to trouble them—I'll just go to the hospital."

Luo Yao: "I'll go with you once I finish my work."

"Uncle Fu and Wang Bao can accompany me. It won’t take long, and the hospital isn’t far."

Luo Yao nodded. "Alright."

After Lin Ran left, Luo Yao narrowed her eyes.

"Will... he make a move?"

Liu Meng personally led the team to receive Wu Zhishang, and among them was Zhang Xinyan, the same woman who had wrongfully accused Lin Ran before.

As soon as Wu Zhishang entered the meeting room, he spotted an introduction card featuring Lin Ran and Luo Yao.

Luo Yao: CEO of Luo Corporation.

Lin Ran: The Boss's Husband.

"Pfft—!" Wu Zhishang couldn’t hold back and burst out laughing, pointing at the photos.

"Wow, just wow. This has to be my sister-in-law’s doing. Hahaha, this is killing me!"

Just as Wu Zhishang was doubled over with laughter, the meeting room door swung open, and Liu Meng walked in with Zhang Xinyan.

Zhang Xinyan saw Wu Zhishang pointing at the photos and "mocking" them, and her brows instantly furrowed in anger.

"You—why are you laughing at our CEO’s photo? You creep!"

Wu Zhishang: "???"

"That’s my sister-in-law."

"Your sister-in-law? Do you even know who she is?"

Liu Meng coughed. "Zhang Xinyan, how many times have I told you? You can’t be this rude in public."

Zhang Xinyan huffed and stood beside Liu Meng, her frustration boiling over.

Luo Yao was her idol—she had admired her for years (in a completely professional way, of course).

She worshipped how Luo Yao, at such a young age, had risen to become the top business heiress. To a girl like Zhang Xinyan, it was nothing short of legendary.

But when she learned that even a powerhouse like Luo Yao had gotten married, Zhang Xinyan felt like the sky had fallen.

Did legends even need men?

That was why she had lashed out at Lin Ran the last time they met. Afterward, she had tried to rationalize it but still couldn’t understand her own reaction.

Now, this friend of Lin Ran’s was cut from the same cloth—laughing at the photos like some kind of jerk.

"Mr. Wu, I’ve reviewed your proposal. Honestly, it’s quite good. I’ll submit it, and our operations team will reach out to you later."

Wu Zhishang nodded politely and expressed his gratitude.

"Pleasure working with you."

"Likewise."

As Wu Zhishang was leaving, Zhang Xinyan stealthily stuck out her foot and lightly tripped him.

Wu Zhishang face-planted spectacularly.

"Why did you trip me?"

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"Which eye of yours saw that?"

Wu Zhishang took a deep breath and composed himself.

"Miss Zhang Xinyan, as an assistant at Luo Corporation, you should uphold the professionalism expected of a major company. Even if you dislike me, resorting to petty tricks is beneath you."

Zhang Xinyan wanted to argue, but Liu Meng’s icy glare shut her up.

Wu Zhishang: "You can pull this on me, but don’t try it with others. If this weren’t my sister-in-law’s company, I’d have made you pick something up off the floor."

Zhang Xinyan: "Pick what?"

"Your teeth."

"You—how dare you—!"

Before Zhang Xinyan could explode, Wu Zhishang walked away. Strangely, she found herself frowning in thought, suddenly noticing something admirable about him.

Turning to Liu Meng, she said, "That guy’s memory is impressive. Liu Jie only said my name once, and he remembered it."

Liu Meng shot her a look. "With a name like yours, who needs a second try?"

Zhang Xinyan blinked, confused.

"Zhang Xinyan, you’re just an intern. If you don’t want this job, get lost. You’re ruining Luo Corporation’s image. How do you expect to represent us in the future?"

Zhang Xinyan paled and quickly promised never to do it again.

She just couldn’t help it—mainly because Wu Zhishang was Lin Ran’s friend, and she had no love for Lin Ran.

After all, he had stolen her idol.

When Wu Zhishang returned to the Warm Yao Media office, he found Lin Tianba had just woken up.

Wu Zhishang walked past him without a glance, forcing Lin Tianba to slink away in embarrassment.

Meanwhile, unbeknownst to them, Liu Yuemei’s business was booming today.

She had become famous.

The reason? Her appearance at Jingda University’s centennial celebration had gone viral. Many mistook her for a pseudo-celebrity, and her clientele had skyrocketed.

Especially the regulars—when they realized Liu Yuemei was the former madam of the Suran Group, they were beyond thrilled.

Brother Dao couldn’t stop grinning. At this rate, Liu Yuemei was turning into a cash cow for the establishment.

But due to some clients’... excessive demands, Liu Yuemei fell ill.

She felt unbearably sore and itchy, so she went to the hospital for a check-up.

The doctor examined her report and sighed in amazement.

"Well, well. You’re quite the extraordinary woman."

"Ma’am, you’ve been overexerting yourself. There’s inflammation, and I’m afraid you’ve contracted a fungal infection."

Liu Yuemei’s eyes widened in shock.

The doctor, having seen it all, continued calmly.

"Also, you’re currently menstruating. Today, you... sigh. I’ll prescribe some medication, but remember—no intimacy with your husband for a while. That dog of a man should know better than to push you like this."

Liu Yuemei hung her head in silence.

Dizzy with disbelief, she took the report and left the examination room.

Meanwhile, Lin Ran strode into the hospital, heading straight for Dean Yi’s office. But as he walked, a sudden sense of foreboding gripped him.

His body tensed instinctively. Ever since his rebirth, he’d noticed something uncanny—his intuition had sharpened unnervingly, especially toward unseen dangers.

He scanned his surroundings warily.

Wang Bao noticed Lin Ran’s unease and asked, "Young Master Lin, is something wrong?"

Lin Ran nodded.

"Possibly."

"Possibly?"

"Trust a man’s instincts."