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?"
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s + Rent Collection Wealth】 At the start, he inherited a rundown house in the urban village from his grandfather. The house had no tenants, but the moment he was diagnosed with a terminal illness, a self-proclaimed empress from the Tianxuan Continent arrived as his first tenant. Ye Chuan soon discovered that with every new tenant moving in, not only did he receive massive daily payments, but he also obtained unique items related to their backgrounds. 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Tiger Strength Pill—dramatically enhances physical power!】 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Deer Blood Pill—significantly boosts vitality!】 …… From that day on, all sorts of bizarre tenants began appearing in the house: the empress from Tianxuan Continent, an apocalyptic sorceress from the Magic Realm, a mysterious scientific girl who fell through a spacetime rift… Every single day, he received strange, powerful items and endless money. Then one day, he suddenly realized—he had become invincible. Enough, enough! Stop giving me more!
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
