Lin Ran gently pressed another kiss onto Luo Yao's forehead, his eyes brimming with tenderness.
The next morning, sunlight streamed through the gaps in the curtains, casting a golden veil over the room.
Just after breakfast, Luo Yao asked like an eager child anticipating a gift, "Didn’t you say you’d take me to see a movie? And to the amusement park too?"
Her eyes sparkled with excitement.
Lin Ran looked bewildered. "You weren’t asleep last night?"
He scratched his head, studying Luo Yao with confusion.
"I was asleep. I heard you say it in my dream," Luo Yao replied with a slightly mischievous smile.
Lin Ran pressed on, puzzled. "Did I say anything else in your dream?"
"You also said you’d make me the happiest woman in the world, that you’d cherish me for the rest of your life, and never let me get hurt…" Luo Yao tilted her head, as if genuinely recalling.
Lin Ran: ??? Did I really say all that?
He was surprised, but seeing Luo Yao’s blissful expression, his heart swelled with sweetness.
"Yes, that’s exactly what I told you. I dreamed it too. But do you remember how you replied to me in the dream?"
Luo Yao frowned, eyeing Lin Ran suspiciously.
"You’re not just making this up, are you?"
Lin Ran was at a loss for words. Wasn’t she the one spinning tales first?
He gazed at her, a teasing glint in his eyes. "Of course not."
Luo Yao nodded seriously. "Then I don’t remember how I answered. Help me recall."
A faint smirk tugged at Lin Ran’s lips.
"You said that if I ever dared to lie to you, you’d make me bite the edge of a table and then pound my head until all my teeth fell out, so I’d never dare deceive you again."
Lin Ran chuckled as he spoke.
Luo Yao nodded again, remembering she had indeed threatened Lin Ran like that once.
"Right, that’s what I said. So you’d better not lie to me." Her eyes held a hint of warning.
Lin Ran took Luo Yao’s hand—soft and warm—and grinned. "Let’s go watch a movie."
Luo Yao looked puzzled. "The manor has a cinema. Where are you taking me?"
She blinked, staring at Lin Ran in confusion.
Lin Ran: ??? The manor has a cinema?
Well… that’s perfect.
A flicker of delight crossed his eyes. "Uncle Fu, could you prepare some soup and bring it to the cinema?"
He called out toward the door. "Of course, Young Master Lin."
Uncle Fu’s voice echoed from a distance.
Hmm? Lin Ran glanced at Uncle Fu. Why did he seem so worn out lately?
Uncle Fu’s once-upright posture now carried a slight hunch, his handsome face lined with fatigue, and his bright eyes had dulled, as if veiled in a faint gray haze. The once-dashing man was starting to look… weathered.
Was it just age?
Uncle Fu not only prepared the soup but also thoughtfully secured the screening rights for an upcoming blockbuster.
In the plush seats of the private cinema, the lights dimmed as the movie flickered across the screen.
Yet, Lin Ran and Luo Yao paid no attention to the film.
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They chose to improvise their own drama instead.
Why aren't the performances described in detail anymore? Because it’s honestly too exhausting to revise. For someone like Tomato (a nickname), there’s truly a "1.5-language" barrier—their combos are something us hardworking folks can hardly keep up with.
Mushroom... sob sob.
When Lin Ran stepped out of the private theater, he felt as though he’d been through some kind of spiritual cleansing.
Still, despite his exhaustion, he dragged himself to prepare a lovingly made lunch.
When there was nothing else demanding his attention, he had to make sure his wife’s stomach was taken care of.
After all, Luo Yao had a sensitive stomach, and he didn’t want Uncle Fu showing up one day with her medical report, saying, “Happy now? Because you didn’t cook, the young mistress has a stomach ulcer.”
Watching Lin Ran bustle around, Luo Yao felt a little guilty but didn’t stop him. Eating his food had always been one of her favorite things.
The aroma of the meal filled the air, each dish like a work of art—vibrant in color and mouthwatering in scent.
Of course, imported ingredients always tasted better.
In the afternoon, the two finally left the estate.
“There’s no amusement park on the estate,” Lin Ran said with a laugh.
“Uncle Fu, arrange for one to be built right away, next to the estate,” Luo Yao replied nonchalantly, as if constructing an amusement park was no different from putting up a bathroom.
“I was just joking—I don’t actually need one,” Lin Ran quickly waved his hands.
“Do I look like I’m joking? Get on it already.”
Uncle Fu: “Right away, Young Mistress.”
Sigh! These two are impossible to please. Young Master Lin, you know how much the young mistress loves spoiling you—why even bring it up?
Show-off. Seriously, what a show-off.
Given Lin Ran and Luo Yao’s status, visiting an amusement park would definitely get them recognized, so they disguised themselves a little.
Lin Ran wore a black baseball cap, the brim pulled low, along with a black face mask.
Luo Yao, on the other hand, sported oversized sunglasses that covered half her face, paired with a stylish hat adorned with subtle, shimmering details under the sunlight.
With VIP access skipping all lines, they moved through the crowd like privileged royalty, heading straight for the rides.
The divide between the wealthy and ordinary people was crystal clear in that moment, with onlookers casting envious glances their way.
On the giant swing ride, Lin Ran’s face gradually paled as the machine started up, his screams growing increasingly frantic. His shrieks echoed across the park like a symphony of terror.
He clung tightly to Luo Yao’s hand, his body swaying violently with the ride, feeling as though his soul might be flung out at any second.
Luo Yao, however, stayed silent, simply watching him. There wasn’t a trace of mockery in her gaze—only affection and a hint of concern.
"Ah-Ran looks so adorable when he’s scared," Luo Yao thought.
"Ah-Ran looks so happy—I just want to squish him."
Even with his face twisted in fear, she found him unbearably cute.
When the ride finally stopped, Lin Ran stumbled off and immediately started vomiting.
"Ah-Ran throwing up like this… it really hurts my heart."
Gosh, why is Ah-Ran so full of surprises?
Luo Yao sighed inwardly.
Once Lin Ran had emptied most of his lunch, Luo Yao asked, “Want to go on another ride?”
Lin Ran quickly waved his hands. "Yao Yao, this isn't something meant for humans. Anyone who enjoys playing with this isn’t human. I really can’t take it anymore."
His face was still slightly pale, his lips trembling faintly.
As for Lin Ran's timid demeanor, Luo Yao didn’t show the slightest disdain. As the saying goes, love sees no flaws.
In her eyes, everything about Lin Ran was utterly endearing—whether it was his bravery or his fear.
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ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
