Chapter 0387

Lin Ran had no family, so handling the wedding date arrangements himself was perfectly natural.

Luo Yao laughed, her joy radiating brightly.

So he remembered everything after all.

If anyone dared call her Lin Ran careless again, Luo Yao would be the first to disagree.

Who said this man was oblivious? He was meticulous beyond words.

"Fine, I’ll reluctantly agree then!"

Lin Ran let out a relieved sigh.

Truthfully, even though he knew Luo Yao would say yes without a doubt, the wait had still left him tense.

After all, it was his first time attempting something he considered "romantic." Claiming he wasn’t nervous would’ve been a lie.

Back on solid ground, Lin Ran swept Luo Yao into his arms as she leaped toward him, her laughter ringing under the starry sky.

The sweetness of the moment overwhelmed everyone present.

"Wife, do you like this birthday gift?"

"I adore it. But you forgot—you’ve already proposed to me before."

Lin Ran shook his head. "Those didn’t count. At Wangfeng Mountain, we exchanged rings. Later, at the alumni reunion, I planned to propose, but some disgusting people ruined it. This is the real one."

"Do you know why I brought you here?"

Luo Yao nodded.

"Because you once said the purest colors suit the best version of me."

Lin Ran lifted her high above his head.

"And there’s another reason. Look up."

Luo Yao tilted her head. She’d already noticed—the sky here was crystal clear, the stars dazzling.

“Stars are beautiful, something to yearn for. I want to give you the most breathtaking starry sky.”

"Click!"

"Click!"

Wang Bao snapped photo after photo, each one worthy of being a wallpaper.

By the time they returned to the foot of the mountain, it was past midnight.

They decided to rest there before heading back to the capital the next day.

Lin Ran had the videos and photos edited—he was ready to declare his happiness to the world.

As for Luo Yao? She’d never object to any of his public displays of affection. In fact, she reveled in them.

"Yao Yao, won’t flaunting our love like this make others jealous?"

"Who cares? It’ll keep those vixens away from you."

Lin Ran pulled her close. "Wife, you know me. No one could ever tempt me."

That much was true.

Back when Lin Ran had been a hopeless simp, even she couldn’t win his heart—only his body.

Yet from the moment she claimed him, he’d begun loving her too.

Did that mean possessing Lin Ran’s body guaranteed his heart?

"Ah Ran, what if another woman slept with you? Then..."

Lin Ran looked exasperated.

"Yao Yao, no other woman could even get near me. Anyone who tries will regret it."

"But back then, I..."

He silenced her with a kiss. Sometimes, the simplest method worked best.

Luo Yao melted into it, breathless when they finally parted.

"Yao Yao, remember? I was the one who initiated it back then."

The memory surfaced—she’d intended to take him that day, but he’d spoken first.

Did that mean he’d fallen for her even earlier?

She wasn’t wrong.

While they’d become a couple that day, his love for her had begun in a past life.

The night passed without sleep. By morning, an unexpected complication arose.

Returning to Tibet, they found heavy snowfall had grounded all flights.

Taking the train meant exhaustion and delays.

Lin Ran gave Luo Yao an apologetic look.

"Wife, I’m sorry. Will this mess up your work?"

Luo Yao smiled. "You’re the most important project of my life."

Truthfully, she wasn’t worried about Luo Corporation.

Lin Ran had advised her to delegate tasks, but she hadn’t.

She’d told no one about this trip—not Liu Meng in Shanghai, not the executives in the capital, not even her assistant team.

Only minutes before leaving had she instructed Wang Fang to post a brief notice in the company group.

She wanted to test whether her sudden disappearance would affect operations.

With the snow likely stranding them in Tibet for two more days, the real challenge began.

"Oh well. Since we’re stuck, let’s make it meaningful."

"They say Tibet purifies the soul. Maybe we should visit those sacred places."

"Purify the soul?"

Luo Yao studied Lin Ran curiously.

"You believe in that?"

As someone who’d clawed her way out of darkness, she had zero faith in superstitions.

If prayers worked, she wouldn’t have had to climb over countless corpses to survive.

Lin Ran, in his past life, had believed in many things—superstitions, family bonds, karma.

Now? He believed only in Luo Yao.

If superstition had power, he wouldn’t have suffered betrayal while clinging to nonexistent familial love.

Trusting superstitions was less reliable than trusting Xiao Hei—at least the dog granted rebirth. What did the rest offer? Death?

"Just curious. I don’t believe in any of it. I believe in you."

The answer surprised her.

But with Lin Ran, even mundane activities held meaning.

"Alright, let’s enjoy these two days then."

Travel exhausted most people, but for these two, it was pure relaxation.

They weren't special forces, didn't rush schedules, fret over money, or need itineraries. They moved—or stopped—on whim.

That was how travel should feel.

Abu stepped up as their guide, outperforming professionals.

Lin Ran was impressed. Who knew this rough-edged man could be so capable?

"Abu’s full of surprises, huh?"

Of course. He wouldn’t be an instructor otherwise.

Watching Abu lead the way, Lin Ran felt an inexplicable sense of security.

"Abu."

"Young Master Lin, you called?"

"Would you consider coming to the capital with us?"

Abu hesitated, glancing nervously at Luo Yao before responding.