This time when they came, they ran into an acquaintance at the hospital.
Lv Renqi.
However, Lv Renqi didn’t notice them. Before leaving, Lin Ran took a copy of the medical record.
Well, well—Lv Renqi was sick.
The guy was unlucky, infected by Liu Yuemei, the so-called "biochemical carrier." He probably wanted to vent his anger and seek revenge, but there was no way to do it.
After all, the "biochemical carrier" was still locked up in prison.
This was just a minor amusing episode in life, nothing that would weigh too heavily on Lin Ran’s mood.
"Yao Yao, should we head home now?"
Truthfully, Lin Ran wasn’t particularly eager to return. Since they’d managed to get out, he wanted to spend some time strolling around with his wife.
The repetitive daily life at the estate wasn’t boring, but it lacked novelty.
For example, they could go to places like mall fitting rooms, movie theaters, or even a Ferris wheel for some fun.
"I’ll follow your lead, but Uncle Fu just messaged saying Chen Qingtian and Fang Buxia are at the estate."
Lin Ran waved his hand dismissively. "Let them wait."
The two set off, eventually deciding on the Ferris wheel—the kind that took a full hour to complete one rotation.
They stayed on it for two full rounds… or maybe countless rounds.
Of course, they had to book the entire ride for themselves.
By the time they got off, Lin Ran felt a bit dizzy, as if he were floating.
Glancing at the time, it was almost noon, so they reluctantly headed home.
At the entrance of the estate’s villa, Lin Ran carried Luo Yao out of the car.
"Miss, Young Master Lin, Chen Qingtian and Fang Buxia are still here. They said they wanted to thank you in person."
Lin Ran and Luo Yao exchanged a knowing smile.
Love was something that deserved to be celebrated.
"Alright, are they inside?"
"They’re in Villa No. 3. Granny Wang is attending to them there."
Lin Ran suddenly paused. "Hmm… from now on, don’t assign Granny Wang to such tasks. Switch her to something lighter."
Uncle Fu nodded in agreement.
Being a servant might seem simple, but it was far from easy.
They had to stand for hours on end, and their legs would inevitably ache.
Granny Wang was different from the other servants in the villa—she was much older, and her legs weren’t as strong as the younger ones’.
On top of that, she often had to rush to the hospital after work, which only added to her exhaustion.
Lately, she’d even developed varicose veins.
Uncle Fu felt sorry for her and had considered reassigning her to a less demanding role. In fact, he had the authority to make that decision unilaterally, but Granny Wang refused.
She didn’t want people gossiping about Uncle Fu showing favoritism, and besides, she genuinely enjoyed serving Luo Yao and Lin Ran.
To outsiders, the couple might be the intimidating power duo of the business world, but to Granny Wang, they were just sweet, considerate, and happily in love.
This just went to show that people always saw others through their own lens.
Kind-hearted souls found beauty everywhere, while the wicked saw nothing but filth.
Uncle Fu didn’t dare argue with Granny Wang and had no choice but to comply.
But now that Lin Ran had personally brought it up, he could use this as his mandate to forcibly reassign her.
Young Master Lin was truly kind-hearted.
"Tell my cousin and her man to come over."
Lin Ran entered the villa and placed Luo Yao, who had been clinging to him, onto the sofa.
Carrying her all the way had actually tired him out.
Guess he needed to work out more.
Before long, Chen Qingtian arrived.
"Little sister-in-law, did you miss me?"
The moment she stepped in, Chen Qingtian practically threw herself into Luo Yao’s arms.
This move stunned not just Luo Yao but even Lin Ran.
"Cousin, what are you doing?"
Chen Qingtian nuzzled against Luo Yao a couple of times. She wasn’t a lesbian—she just adored her sister-in-law way too much.
The gratitude she felt toward Luo Yao overwhelmed her the moment she saw her.
She didn’t even know why she did it.
"Relax, cousin, don’t get jealous. I’m just borrowing your wife for a hug. I’m not into girls, so no need to worry."
Luo Yao’s voice turned icy. "If you don’t want your newly acquired love life to crash and burn, I suggest you stop acting frisky in front of me."
Luo Yao was angry.
Her aversion to men didn’t mean she welcomed women getting too close either. At most, she just didn’t feel disgusted when women approached her.
To be precise, she disliked everyone except Lin Ran.
Before Chen Qingtian could react, Lin Ran, furious, yanked her away.
"Back off. Only I get to hug my wife."
Lin Ran was starting to suspect that Chen Qingtian might swing both ways.
Suddenly, he understood why Luo Yao had been concerned about him and Wu Zhishang.
Just like how he was now worried Chen Qingtian might be into women.
No—he had to nip any potential threats in the bud.
"Cousin, I’d advise you not to develop a thing for women. And even if you do, stay away from my wife. Otherwise, you’ll find out exactly what I’m capable of."
Chen Qingtian raised an eyebrow. "Oh? And what exactly are you capable of?"
"Making sure you never get…" Lin Ran trailed off. He’d been about to say he’d make sure she never got her ten boy toys.
But given the current situation, Chen Qingtian might not even be that desperate for them.
Truth was, this cousin wasn’t as much of a player as she pretended to be. Most of it was just talk—if push came to shove, she’d probably chicken out.
"Letting your little pup here know what your real dreams are." Lin Ran smirked and turned his gaze toward Fang Buxia.
Lin Ran’s possessive streak delighted Luo Yao.
She found him utterly adorable right now. It seemed that, in his eyes, she was his one and only desire too.
So his love for her had reached this obsessive level as well.
Chen Qingtian, however, wasn’t pleased with Lin Ran’s words. She did like Luo Yao, but it was purely gratitude—nothing romantic.
And now Lin Ran was using her man to threaten her?
But Chen Qingtian wasn’t scared in the slightest.
Fang Buxia wasn’t much older, belonging to the same graduating class as Lin Ran. He was twenty-three… no, twenty-four now (since the New Year had passed).
But his personality was the polar opposite of Lin Ran’s. Lin Ran was outgoing, even a bit of a social butterfly, while Fang Buxia was introverted and somewhat shy.
That said, the guy was undeniably good-looking—not dazzlingly handsome, but the kind of quietly appealing charm that grew on you.
"I know… Sister’s dream is… to have ten boy toys." Fang Buxia’s face flushed slightly.
Lin Ran hadn’t expected Chen Qingtian to be so open about it.
Though he wasn’t particularly fond of Fang Buxia, he still extended a hand with a smile.
"Nice to meet you, Chen Qingtian’s little pup."
"Huh? Oh… h-hello, Brother-in-law."
???
This kid—could he even address people properly?
"Shouldn’t it be ‘cousin’?"
Fang Buxia froze, scratching his head awkwardly. "Sorry, I’m a bit socially awkward. I didn’t quite sort out the family ties just now."
Lin Ran suddenly understood why these two worked as a couple—their personalities were perfect complements to each other.

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