"Lin Tianba, this is all what you owe me. The reason I'm sparing your life today isn't because I'm kind, but because I want to personally watch your wife and son abandon you."
"Of course, if they're willing to take care of you, I won't mind letting you enjoy your family bond. But if they leave you, I'll still find you a nice place to retire peacefully."
"See how good I am to you?"
Letting him enjoy family bond?
Peaceful retirement?
What a joke—it's all lies.
"Get him a manure truck for the ride home, and throw in some extra snow while you're at it. After all, he's injured and needs ice packs. Ah, I'm just too kind-hearted. Tell me, why am I so soft?"
All the bodyguards were speechless. Even Shen Jingbing was at a loss for words.
You're kind.
So very kind.
More like fake kindness with a side of malice.
Having dealt with Lin Tianba, Lin Ran felt much more at ease.
Lin Tianba's return would lead to one of two outcomes: either Liu Yuemei and Lin Jian would scramble to treat his injuries, or they'd completely abandon him.
Of course, Lin Ran believed the latter was far more likely.
No matter the outcome, Lin Tianba would eventually end up in a "peaceful retirement home."
After all, attempted murder wasn't something that could just be brushed aside.
The livestreamers outside had already been cleared away by the estate staff when Lin Ran appeared, so they didn't witness what happened in the distance.
But thanks to Shen Jingbing's livestream, they all knew the "Century's Worst Father" was here.
They had waited, hoping to catch a glimpse of him, but he never showed.
Just as everyone began wondering if Lin Ran had forgiven Lin Tianba, a G-wagon roared past, towing a flatbed cart.
The bizarre sight left people stunned.
Piled high with snow, the cart raised nothing but questions.
No one could have guessed that beneath that mountain of snow lay Lin Tianba, unconscious from both pain and frostbite.
"Damn, the Dongtian Estate really is something—even their snow trucks are G-wagons."
"You think that G-wagon leaks snow?"
"Are you dumb? Leaking rain is normal, but snow? No way."
Lin Ran returned to Villa No. 1, where Luo Yao was already waiting on the living room sofa.
Though she hadn't followed him outside, she had seen everything clearly.
The current Lin Ran kept surprising—even shocking—her.
Without hesitation, Lin Ran pulled Luo Yao into a tight embrace in front of all the servants, planting messy kisses all over her.
He no longer cared about their surroundings or who might be watching.
If he wanted to show affection, he would.
This was the right way to handle his yandere wife.
"My, my, what's got you so happy, A-Ran?"
True to form, Luo Yao was delighted. She didn’t mind his saliva smeared all over her—every part of Lin Ran belonged to her, and she could enjoy him however she pleased.
Uncle Fu immediately signaled the servants to lower their heads and close their eyes before quietly slipping out himself.
"I shattered Lin Tianba's limbs. He's in for a world of suffering now."
Truthfully, Lin Ran had held back. He could have made sure Lin Tianba never lived as a man again.
But the thought disgusted him, so he refrained.
Otherwise, Lin Tianba would be in even worse shape.
Not that his current state was much better.
"A-Ran, do you know what I would've done?"
Luo Yao had come up with a fitting end for Lin Tianba.
After a brief pause, Lin Ran answered.
"You'd probably slice him into a thousand pieces and dump his bones in a cesspool after he died."
Luo Yao froze.
His answer matched her thoughts exactly—word for word.
"A-Ran... you're incredible. That’s precisely what I had in mind. Disgusting people deserve to rot in even filthier places."
Lin Ran broke into a cold sweat. It wasn’t that he was incredible—he had simply witnessed that very fate for Lin Tianba in his past life.
Some images were far more impactful than words. Back then, he had seen it live. Now, he was just describing it.
"A-Ran, I never realized you understood me so well. That deserves a reward."
Lin Ran perked up instantly. Luo Yao's rewards were always... interesting.
"Can't wait."
To his utter surprise, Luo Yao spun around on the sofa, straddling him before pressing her lips to his.
Meanwhile, the servants practically buried their faces in the floor, silently backing away while searching for hiding spots.
The villa was too big—painfully spacious, in fact.
No place to hide, folks. What now?
As sounds began escaping Luo Yao, the servants gave up and bolted.
If they didn’t run now, they’d never get the chance.
"A-Ran, I’m going to Shanghai in a couple of days. Be good while I’m gone."
Lin Ran paused. Unknowingly, they had reached this point in time.
In his past life, Luo Yao hadn’t gained early fame, never participated in livestreams or school events.
Yet, she had eventually made sure the whole world knew just how unhinged she could be.
Lin Ran remembered—around this time, Luo Yao had achieved her "Who in the World Doesn’t Know Me?" moment in Shanghai.
Of course, for every person who admired her, there were just as many who despised her.
When Luo Yao went mad, blood and chaos followed.
Last life, I couldn’t go with you.
This time: "I’ll come with you. I don’t want us to be apart."
Luo Yao's eyes sparkled like she’d just discovered the world’s most dazzling diamond.
"A-Ran, you’d really come to Shanghai with me? I’m so happy."
If the world is vast, then I’ll walk every corner of it with you—because you are my world. —Lin Ran
"My life only has you left. Of course, wherever you go, I go."
Words might be the cheapest currency, yet they often strike the deepest chords.
"So, A-Ran, you’ll stay with me forever, right?"
Lin Ran gently stroked Luo Yao's head, wishing he could drown her in reassurance every second.
"Of course. Because you’re my number one."
"Number one?" Luo Yao tilted her head in confusion.
Lin Ran took her slender hand and placed it over his heart, letting her feel his steady pulse.
"Everyone meets countless people in their lifetime, but few earn a place in their heart. And among those, there’s always an order. You’ll always be my first. Even if one day you reject me, I’ll cling to you. If you really can’t stand me... just turn me into a specimen and keep me by your side."
Luo Yao was stunned. She adored this answer.
"A-Ran, want another reward?"
"Uncle Fu."
"Uncle Fu!"
"Uncle Fu?"
"Uncle Fu, where the hell are you?"
"Coming, coming!" Hearing Lin Ran's shouts from outside, Uncle Fu hurried back in.
"Young Master Lin, what do you need?"
"Prepare the tonic, quick!"
Uncle Fu’s face darkened, but he couldn’t resist offering advice.
"Young Lady, Young Master Lin, you’re still young. If you’re this reckless now, what’ll happen when you’re old?"
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