Lin Ran found it somewhat amusing. Luo Wushuang hadn’t mentioned this condition earlier, but now that he did, it was clear he was exploiting Lin Ran’s psychological state of having already boarded a pirate ship.
"Fine, but I need assurance. Transfer 100 million to me first, or I’ll turn myself in."
Luo Wushuang narrowed his eyes and remained silent for a long time.
"Deal."
He didn’t have the money, nor did he intend to pay.
What he needed now was confirmation—whether Lin Ran was lying to him or not.
This was Luo Wushuang: meticulous, leaving no stone unturned.
If Lin Ran had truly poisoned Luo Yao, he could use these days to seize control of Luo Corporation—an endless fortune.
Once everything was settled, even if Luo Yao miraculously recovered, it would be too late to change the outcome.
But what he hadn’t anticipated was how difficult this would turn out to be.
"What? The Luo family’s shares in Luo Corporation have been diluted to this extent?"
"Then who is the majority shareholder now? Luo Yao?"
The person reporting to Luo Wushuang lowered his head. "No."
"Don’t tell me it’s Lin Ran?"
"Also no."
"Then who the hell is it? Spit it out already."
"It’s a company called Airan Investment Capital. They hold the majority stake in Luo Corporation, and the legal representatives are jointly held by Lin Ran and Luo Yao."
Luo Wushuang was stunned. He never expected Luo Yao to be so blindly in love.
"So, as it stands, Luo Corporation has little to do with the Luo family anymore."
The informant nodded, hesitantly revealing the truth. "Even if Luo Yao falls, the legal heir to Luo Corporation would still be Lin Ran."
Luo Wushuang fell silent. After a long pause, a smile crept onto his face.
You all think I’m playing at the fifth level, but I’m already in the stratosphere. Lin Ran will die too, and no one will trace it back to me.
By then, wouldn’t everything be within my grasp?
Luo Wushuang had absolute confidence in his poison.
"Husband, what do we do now? We can’t take over Luo Corporation."
Luo Wushuang glanced at his wife beside him. He despised this woman more than ever—brainless, flat-chested, even her voice reliant on a speech synthesizer. Just looking at her disgusted him.
But it wasn’t yet time to make her disappear.
What Luo Wushuang lacked wasn’t just money—it was manpower.
"Then forget Luo Corporation for now. Go meet Lin Ran and find an opportunity to confirm whether Luo Yao is really poisoned."
Bi Yaolian stayed silent. She didn’t think this was a safe assignment.
Seeing his wife’s reluctance, Luo Wushuang’s expression turned icy. He yanked Bi Yaolian close, glaring at her viciously.
"What? My words mean nothing to you?"
Bi Yaolian shook her head frantically like a rattle drum. She knew better than to test the man before her—he was no saint.
In fact, no one in the Luo family was easy to mess with.
She gasped for air before Luo Wushuang finally released her.
"Go tomorrow. Don’t make me repeat myself."
Bi Yaolian nodded in compliance.
Lin Ran didn’t stay at the hospital the entire time—that would seem too staged, tipping off Luo Wushuang.
He returned to the estate, sitting alone on the lounge chair by the balcony, eyes closed, lost in thought.
Just then, Jiang Feihua walked in.
"Young Master Lin, a woman named Bi Yaolian is here to see you."
Lin Ran opened his eyes. So, it had come to this.
"Let her in. Then everyone else, leave."
Bi Yaolian followed Jiang Feihua into the villa. Uncle Fu, spotting her, shot Lin Ran a look of disbelief—one that Jiang Feihua didn’t miss.
"Lin Ran, remember me?"
"Of course. Auntie Bi, right? What, has your skin thickened enough to gift me a couple layers?"
Lin Ran’s sharp tongue hadn’t changed. Bi Yaolian frowned.
Soon you’ll lose Luo Yao’s protection. What’s the point of acting tough now?
"I heard my niece is ill. I came to check on her."
The synthetic voice grated on Lin Ran’s nerves. He frowned impatiently.
"No outsiders here, and I’ve cut the surveillance. Cut the act and say what you came to say."
Bi Yaolian seethed internally but kept a gentle smile plastered on her face.
"Is that so? I just wanted to see Luo Yao. Nothing else."
Lin Ran scoffed. "Sent by Luo Wushuang, weren’t you? Luo Yao isn’t here—she’s at the hospital. Go see her yourself if you want."
Hearing this, Bi Yaolian relaxed slightly.
But the idea of going alone made her hesitate.
What if Luo Yao was perfectly fine? Wouldn’t that be walking into a death trap?
"Why don’t you accompany me, nephew-in-law?"
Lin Ran curled his lip, clearly reluctant.
"Fine. Since I’m such a kind soul. But you’ll have to pass a message for me when you go back."
Bi Yaolian agreed, and Lin Ran stood, leading her out.
At the door, they ran into Uncle Fu. Hatred surged in Bi Yaolian’s heart, but she held her tongue.
It wasn’t yet time for revenge.
Uncle Fu was the one who’d severed her hands, cut out her tongue, and even cruelly took away her "assets," leaving her forever unable to be "fierce" again. How could she not hate him?
"We’re going to the hospital to see Yao Yao," Lin Ran explained while calling for the car.
Soon, Bi Yaolian arrived at the hospital with Lin Ran.
Though she’d come with him, her heart pounded—what if getting in was easy, but leaving wasn’t?
Only when she saw Luo Yao lying motionless on the hospital bed did she finally relax.
Just as Bi Yaolian was about to leave, Yi Buhao entered with a team of specialists.
Watching the experts shake their heads over Luo Yao’s condition, Bi Yaolian nearly let her delight show.
As Yi Buhao turned to leave, he "accidentally" noticed Bi Yaolian.
"Ah! Isn’t this—?"
Bi Yaolian smiled politely.
"Dr. Yi, hello."
"It really is you. How have you been? Any infections afterward?"
Bi Yaolian shook her head. "Your prescription worked wonders. I recovered well. Thank you, Doctor."
A doctor inquiring about a former patient’s health was perfectly normal. Nothing seemed off about his behavior.
Yi Buhao offered a few more reminders.
"Dr. Yi, how is my niece doing?"
Yi Buhao feigned surprise. "So President Luo is your niece? Her condition isn’t good. She might..." He glanced at Lin Ran and trailed off.
Bi Yaolian noted every detail.
"I see. Please, do everything you can to save her. Our family can’t lose her."
With that, Bi Yaolian took her leave. Lin Ran personally escorted her out.
"You’re just going to leave like this?"
Bi Yaolian blinked. "What else?"
"Weren’t you supposed to deliver my message?"
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
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