Lin Ran was also furious about Luo Wushuang's actions.
"Damn it, I'm already on your side, helping you deal with Luo Yao, and yet you still want to screw me over too. This Luo Wushuang is truly ruthless."
Indeed, this time the target wasn’t Luo Yao—it was Lin Ran, after all, he was the one drinking most of the "Qi-Replenishing Tonic."
"Luo Wushuang’s words are nothing but lies," Lin Ran scoffed.
Luo Yao raised an eyebrow. "How so?"
"Before, he promised me that if I helped him, he’d give me a lifetime of wealth and even leave me the estate in the capital. Now it’s clear that not a single word—not even the punctuation—was trustworthy. He’s just a shameless con artist."
Luo Yao was aware of the agreement between Lin Ran and Luo Wushuang but didn’t comment. Instead, she posed a question.
"What if Luo Wushuang actually fulfilled his promises to you…?"
A multiple-choice question?
"Yao Yao, what are you thinking? You’re my wife—is there anything you can’t give me? Whether it’s money, emotional support, or even… desires, only you can satisfy me."
"Besides, the only wife I want is one named Luo Yao. Even without any of those things, having you is enough. You’re the life I truly want."
Luo Yao was pleased. She dropped the subject entirely—there was no need to dwell on it.
But inwardly, her anger burned fiercely.
Luo Wushuang plotting against her was one thing, but now he dared to target Lin Ran too?
How could she tolerate that?
However, now wasn’t the time to act against Jiang Feihua. Stirring the pot would only alert Luo Wushuang.
For now, the best move was to let Lin Ran play along, just as she was doing.
There was another reason for their frustration.
Luo Wushuang wasn’t even considered a formidable opponent in their eyes.
Yet this very same minor threat had just taught them a harsh lesson.
It made them realize their own flaw—they had underestimated their enemy.
When they returned to the estate, Jiang Feihua was waiting to greet them as soon as they stepped out of the car.
"Young Master Lin, Miss Luo, welcome back. Dinner is ready."
Luo Yao gave Jiang Feihua an icy glance, which actually reassured her.
Luo Yao was always cold and distant—if she suddenly became warm, that would’ve been suspicious.
Lin Ran, playing the devoted lover, followed Luo Yao closely, showering everyone with affection and showing no signs of suspicion.
During dinner, Lin Ran frowned at the bowl of soup in front of him.
"Did I ask you to prepare this?"
Jiang Feihua: "…?"
"My apologies. I assumed Young Master Lin always preferred having soup."
Lin Ran looked disgusted.
"What, you think I’m weak? That I need this disgusting tonic to function?"
Despite his words, he still ladled the soup into his bowl.
Jiang Feihua exhaled in relief.
"Understood. Next time, I won’t prepare it unless you request it."
It was just soup. There were other ways to administer the drug—any liquid would do.
What she didn’t know was that Lin Ran had already taken the antidote.
Even Luo Wushuang himself didn’t have an antidote, but Luo Yao did.
Lin Ran hadn’t expected this twist—originally, Luo Yao was supposed to fake being poisoned, but he ended up genuinely affected.
By his calculations, it was almost time for Luo Yao’s "poisoning" to take effect.
Once Luo Yao "died," followed by his own death later, and then Jiang Feihua’s elimination at Luo Wushuang’s hands, there’d be no evidence left.
What a vile, cunning bastard.
After dinner, Luo Yao went to the study to call Liu Meng, while Lin Ran rested alone in the living room.
A short while later, Uncle Fu returned.
"Why aren’t you staying at the hospital with Granny Wang?" Lin Ran asked.
"She insisted I come back. Said I shouldn’t neglect my duties and should return to serve you and Miss Luo."
Lin Ran smirked. "Tsk, tsk. See how considerate Granny Wang is?"
Uncle Fu looked awkward. Truthfully, he and Granny Wang had just had a disagreement.
With Wang Anjian’s successful surgery, Uncle Fu had been overjoyed. In the emotional high, he’d made the mistake of bringing up an old issue.
"Da Hua, now that Anjian’s surgery went well, once he’s discharged, I’ll take him to update his household registration—let him take my surname, Zhang."
Granny Wang instantly flared up.
"Zhang Laifu, what’s your problem? Is his surname all you care about? What’s wrong with him keeping mine?"
Uncle Fu was baffled.
"There’s nothing wrong with it, but didn’t you say before that if Anjian’s surgery succeeded, you’d let him change it?"
Granny Wang argued fiercely. "I said his surname didn’t matter, but I never agreed to him changing it! And why should he? Legally, I’m his only family now."
Uncle Fu was stunned, but after a moment, he realized she was right.
He cursed himself for being an idiot—he’d rushed things at the worst possible time.
His grandson had just come out of surgery, and here he was making unreasonable demands. It was downright tactless.
Besides, he’d been planning to propose. This conversation would’ve gone much better after that. How had he missed something so obvious?
The topic itself wasn’t wrong—just the timing. Especially when his grandson hadn’t even recovered yet.
He needed to wait.
"I’m sorry. I was wrong to bring this up now."
Granny Wang cut him off, her voice laced with concern.
"Just go back. You’ve been away too long—Miss Luo and Young Master Lin need looking after."
Uncle Fu: "The estate has plenty of staff, and Jiang Feihua is there too."
Granny Wang: "That’s exactly why I’m worried. Haven’t you heard Young Master Lin was poisoned? And no matter how diligent the staff are, they’re still just employees—they won’t care as much as family."
She began pushing him toward the door.
"Go! If I come back and find Miss Luo or Young Master Lin looking thinner, you’ll regret it."
Uncle Fu suddenly felt like Granny Wang was… acting coy with him. A warm feeling spread through his chest.
"Alright, alright, I’ll go right away. I won’t let them lose a single pound."
Just as he turned to leave, Granny Wang called out abruptly.
"What’s your relationship with that Jiang Feihua?"
Uncle Fu: "…?"
He was usually sharp with people, but around Granny Wang, his IQ seemed to plummet to childlike levels.
"I—Jiang Feihua is just the estate manager in Shanghai. I’m the butler of the capital estate. The only connection is that we both serve Miss Luo and Young Master Lin. Aren’t you also under the estate’s management?"
"Estate administrator, estate butler—sounds like a perfect match, huh?"
Uncle Fu immediately sensed danger. His mind raced, spinning in circles, but no answer came to him.
Seeing Granny Wang’s dark expression, he realized he wasn’t just a coward in love—he was downright useless.
If only Young Master Lin were here. He’d know exactly what to say.
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ap a wealthy young lady? Or else I'll be eliminated by the system? Ye Feng, who awakened the Kidnapper System, originally wanted to live a peaceful life but never imagined he would become a kidnapper of young women. However, after some time, he discovered that all the girls the system ordered him to kidnap were far from ordinary. "Big brother Ye Feng~ You've kidnapped my heart, and now you're not allowed to leave me ever again~" "Ye Feng~ You kidnapped me back then, now it's my turn to capture you♡" "Little Feng, you're mine! You can only be mine!" "Ye Feng, none of them deserve you. Only I love you the most♡" ... This is madness, they've all gone mad! Wait, what? Why are all the girls I kidnapped yanderes?!
