Chapter 0210

Lin Ran's face darkened.

"Yao Yao, that gesture of yours is a bit insulting."

Luo Yao found it quite amusing to tease Lin Ran.

"Luo Wushuang specializes in using poison. Last time, he controlled Little Tong too. If I’m not mistaken, what he gave you this time is a toxin called 'Peerless'—his signature creation."

"Colorless, odorless, and after death, no one would detect the cause. They’d just assume it was a heart attack."

Lin Ran thought to himself how ruthless Luo Wushuang was. Knowing he couldn’t outsmart Luo Yao in schemes, he’d resorted to underhanded tactics.

"How do we break this trap?"

"Simple. I’ll pretend to be poisoned."

"How do you fake that?"

"Back when we raided Luo Wushuang’s home, we found traces of this poison. I had it researched—and I have the antidote."

Lin Ran felt a surge of relief. As expected of Luo Yao.

"Was the antidote seized too?"

"No, I had it developed. Luo Wushuang probably doesn’t even have an antidote himself."

Lin Ran was stunned. "What do you mean? He created the poison but has no antidote?"

"Ah Ran, do you know why I managed to elevate Luo Corporation to the top position in just a few years?"

"Because of your exceptional abilities."

Luo Yao shook her head. "No. There are countless people in this world more capable than me—ordinary passersby, students, workers. My strength doesn’t come from ability, but from my adaptability."

"The Luo family has deep roots, yet they’ve never reached the pinnacle because they cling to outdated traditions."

Lin Ran clapped his hands in realization.

"I get it. It’s like when you fought Luo Wuyou—she kept trying to duel with blades, but you just pulled out a physics-based eliminator."

Luo Yao nodded. "More or less. Luo Wushuang is the same. He thinks his creations are invincible, that no one can crack them. Little does he know the power of modern research."

"I may not have the skills to decipher it, but I have the resources. With just a fraction of my wealth, countless experts would scramble to develop an antidote for me."

Lin Ran praised her without hesitation. "Some are born in Rome, some are born as beasts of burden—but you, you’re the queen of Rome."

"No, I’m not the queen of Rome."

"Then?"

"I’m your queen."

"I… mmm?!"

Shakespeare once said that some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them.

At this moment, Lin Ran deeply understood the meaning of those words.

And Luo Yao was becoming more and more adorable.

"Ah Ran, I can’t take it anymore."

"What do you want to do?"

Luo Yao’s heart wasn’t just restless—it harbored a violent edge.

Her yandere nature had never changed.

"It’s been so long since you’ve been hurt."

Lin Ran felt a chill and asked hesitantly,

"Should I… prepare something for you?"

"No, prepare it for me."

Lin Ran recalled that one time and instantly felt his nose grow warm.

"I should… also embrace new experiences."

As they embraced novelty, the two reached new heights together.

Little did they know, Luo Wushuang—whom they dismissed as insignificant—would soon teach them a lesson, reminding Lin Ran never to underestimate any opponent.

The next day, Lin Ran felt as though his body had been dismantled, weak and sore.

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The phone rang. Lin Ran checked—it was Qü Te Niang, who hadn’t contacted him in ages.

This person was highly capable and never required micromanagement. Under their leadership, Suran Group’s real estate ventures had soared.

"Hello?"

"Lin Shao, great news! Our new project is about to top out. We’d like to invite you to a pivotal meeting."

Lin Ran: "When?"

"Whenever suits you."

"Then later. I’ll head over after breakfast."

The other end of the line paused in surprise.

"So soon?"

Lin Ran: "Didn’t you say anytime? Is there a problem?"

"None at all! Should I send someone to pick you up?"

"No need. I’ll go myself."

Qü Te Niang quickly added, "Lin Shao, since you’re coming soon, there are a few things I should mention."

"Lately, the company has had some arrogant individuals who need to be put in their place, as well as opportunists who require an example. What do you think?"

"Got it. I’ll bring someone with me."

After hanging up, Lin Ran ate breakfast and downed three bowls of soup.

He then contacted Wu Zhishang and Wu's Father, instructing them to gather their people and meet him at Suran Group.

Since Luo Wushuang and Lin Ran were now collaborators, Lin Ran was, for the time being, completely safe.

With his convoy in motion, Lin Ran headed toward Suran Group—a place he hadn’t visited in a while.

Upon arrival, he spotted a commotion.

Lin Ran frowned. The ringleader looked familiar.

Surrounded by bodyguards, Lin Ran pulled into the executive parking spot. Just as he parked, a group of Suran Group security rushed out.

At the forefront was Qü Te Niang. As chairman, it was only right for him to personally welcome Lin Ran.

"Lin Shao, apologies for the disturbance earlier. Some troublemakers showed up."

Lin Ran nodded. "It’s fine. If I were them, I might’ve protested too."

Qü Te Niang: "How could they compare to you? You’re the chairman of Suran Group, with a wife who’s a protective chaebol heiress. Who would dare cross you?"

Lin Ran: "My wife is naturally beautiful—just light makeup. What ‘skincare fanatic’? Careful, or I’ll sue you for defamation."

Qü Te Niang froze, then hurriedly clarified, "Lin Shao, you misunderstood. I meant ‘protective’ like this…" He handed Lin Ran his phone.

Lin Ran’s eyes widened.

Wow. How could he not know about something this big?

Over ten thousand legal notices—how much manpower and resources had that taken?

He instantly felt incredibly lucky and blessed.

Most of those individuals had already been cornered by Luo Corporation’s PR and legal team, their evidence irrefutable. While few faced criminal charges, administrative penalties were inevitable.

The frequent commenters and those who spread posts, however, were in deep trouble.

Spreading false rumors beyond a certain threshold warranted immediate detention and fines.

The worst off was the original poster, ‘Southern Little Ci,’ who now faced astronomical compensation for defamation and emotional damages.

Given Luo Corporation’s influence, his rumor-mongering could cost him billions.

Even if it were just millions, it’d take a lifetime to repay.

In other words, even if Luo Corporation lost the lawsuit, would that person really walk away unscathed?

A superficial victory, but a loss in every meaningful sense.

"I just want to be my wife’s pampered husband, haha." Lin Ran was growing fond of this feeling—being protected by his wife.

Being a kept man was never his taboo—he wanted to make it crystal clear to the world that he was, without a doubt, the number one gigolo of his time.