Chapter 0403

"Of course, I will. What message would you like me to convey, Young Master Lin?"

Lin Ran slipped something into Bi Yaolian's hand. "Tell him to call me."

Bi Yaolian stared at the bank card in her palm, momentarily lost in thought: ???

"One billion. If even a single cent is missing, I’ll expose everything. No one wins then."

Bi Yaolian shuddered. She wasn’t sure whether Lin Ran was bluffing, but she nodded anyway. "I’ll let him know."

Matters like these weren’t hers to judge. Leaving them to the men was the right call.

As Bi Yaolian walked away, Lin Ran narrowed his eyes.

Just then, Uncle Fu stepped out. Lin Ran patted his shoulder.

"Not bad acting. Track where Bi Yaolian goes."

Uncle Fu nodded, watching the direction Bi Yaolian had disappeared. "Once this is over, that woman must be dealt with."

Lin Ran gave him a surprised look. He hadn’t realized Uncle Fu was the type to eliminate threats at the root.

"Why do you say that?" He agreed with the necessity of handling Bi Yaolian, but he wanted to understand Uncle Fu’s reasoning.

"I can sense boundless hatred and killing intent from her."

"Killing intent? I didn’t feel anything."

Uncle Fu paused before speaking slowly, "Young Master, you’ve rarely faced real danger. It’s normal you wouldn’t sense it."

Rarely faced danger?

"I can’t agree with that. I can always tell when Yao Yao is angry or plotting to kill someone. My instincts are pretty sharp."

Especially after being reborn.

Uncle Fu didn’t know how to explain. "Perhaps… because you’ve spent so much time with the young miss, you’ve developed that intuition. But with strangers’ hostility, you don’t have the same sensitivity."

"Alright, alright. You’re older, so you’re wiser."

Lin Ran teased, but inwardly, he didn’t dare let his guard down. He treated every threat with caution—his life was far too valuable to risk carelessly.

How valuable was Lin Ran’s life?

Worth one Luo Yao.

Uncle Fu didn’t take offense and went off to investigate Luo Wushuang’s whereabouts.

In the basement, Luo Wushuang listened to Bi Yaolian’s report with a furrowed brow, searching for any hidden clues.

After a long silence, Luo Wushuang still said nothing.

"What’s wrong? Is there a problem?"

Luo Wushuang shook his head. "No problem."

Bi Yaolian exhaled in relief. It seemed her judgment had been correct—Luo Yao really was poisoned.

"But there is also a problem."

Bi Yaolian’s face darkened. "Can you speak plainly?"

Luo Wushuang shot her a cold glare, and Bi Yaolian immediately backed down.

"My bad, my attitude was wrong. But I don’t understand what you mean."

Luo Wushuang sat in meditation, one hand resting on his leg.

This leg had been injured by Luo Yao. Though it hadn’t crippled him, the pain would haunt him for life. Revenge was inevitable.

"The fact that there’s no problem is the problem. Everything is too perfect—the butler’s reaction, Lin Ran’s demeanor, his message for me, even the little flaws they deliberately showed. It’s all too flawless."

"But nothing in this world is that perfect. You use the internet, right? Do you know what netizens are best at?"

Bi Yaolian was baffled by the sudden question. What did netizens have to do with this?

"What?"

Luo Wushuang’s gaze deepened. "Finding fault where there is none." He left it at that, letting Bi Yaolian figure it out herself.

A moment later, Bi Yaolian gasped in realization.

"I get it! You’re saying they’re acting?"

She recalled a real-life example her husband had once mentioned—a terminally ill man who posted a video about his tragic life. Netizens still picked apart insignificant details, accusing him of faking it. Only after he died did they realize their mistake.

So when something seems too real, people will inevitably find flaws.

Luo Wushuang nodded, giving Bi Yaolian an impressed look. "I didn’t expect you to use your brain."

"From your account, I can’t find any traces of Lin Ran’s performance. But the absence of flaws is the flaw—because real events always have cracks."

Luo Wushuang stared at the bank card Bi Yaolian had placed on the table, lost in thought.

Just as he picked it up, studying the card number, his phone rang.

He checked—an unknown number. Luo Wushuang knew it was Lin Ran.

"In such a hurry for the money?" he answered bluntly.

There was a pause on the other end before a voice replied.

"Hello, sir! I’m an agent from Too-Shady Insurance. I’m not rushing you for money, but if you invest a small amount, I guarantee returns beyond your expectations—beep! beep! beep!"

Luo Wushuang hung up, furious.

Damn insurance companies and their spam calls.

Another call came in. He answered.

"Sir, don’t hang up! I’m still from Too-Shady Insur—beep! beep! beep!"

"These insurance salesmen are insufferable. At this rate, readers will think I’m padding the word count."

Bi Yaolian spoke up. "Husband, what should we do now?"

Right then, the phone rang again. Luo Wushuang snatched it up angrily.

"Call me one more time, and I’ll have your entire family slaughtered."

The voice on the other end hesitated. "Luo Wushuang, here’s my family roster: Lin Tianba, Liu Yuemei, Lin Jian. They’re all in detention right now. Feel free."

Luo Wushuang froze. This time, it wasn’t the annoying spammer.

Lin Ran’s voice continued, "I’d be thrilled if you killed them. But your tone displeases me. Like it or not, I’m your partner. We haven’t even crossed the river yet, and you’re already burning bridges? Fine, I’ll expose everything."

Luo Wushuang hurriedly backtracked.

"Lin Ran, I just got a few spam calls. I wasn’t targeting you."

"So you’re saying my call is spam too? Then let’s end this partnership. I’ll go public right now. If I die, you’ll never get the Luo family’s assets. We all go down together."

"Wait—my mistake. What do you need?"

Hearing the honorific "you," Lin Ran smirked, though his voice remained impatient.

"Your apology pleases me, but your earlier attitude still irks me. Transfer 200 million immediately, or I’ll blow the whistle."

Luo Wushuang was stunned. "200 million? Wasn’t it 100 million?"

The voice on the phone grew even more irritated.

"Consider it a penalty for your rudeness. Not a cent less than 200 million."

Luo Wushuang’s face turned green with rage. Damn that insurance salesman.