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The next stop was the land of the Gauls: Paris.

"Ran, this is known as the City of Romance. Shouldn't we do something romantic?"

Lin Ran reached out and gently stroked Luo Yao's hair, which had been tousled by the wind.

"Having you by my side is the most romantic thing there is."

Hearing this, Luo Yao's eyes curved into a delightful crescent, an expression seemingly capable of melting all the world's fatigue, adding a vibrant splash of romance to the City of Love.

"So, where do you suggest we do these romantic things?"

Lin Ran smiled, too.

Luo Yao would always be Luo Yao.

No matter where they went, she never forgot the main objective.

Her declaration to "do it" all over the world wasn't just empty talk.

"How about... everywhere?" Lin Ran offered the answer.

Luo Yao nodded and leaned into Lin Ran's embrace.

Before the sun rose, they arrived at the Eiffel Tower to wait for the dawn.

As the morning sun ascended, with this world-famous landmark as their backdrop, they left their first mark on Paris.

The streets began to fill with people. Some moved with unhurried ease, while others scrambled in a frantic rush.

Only Lin Ran and Luo Yao stood on street corners kissing, snuggled on benches, ate slightly unpalatable local specialties, and observed the somewhat gritty street corners.

Those who haven't been here harbor fantasies; those who have find it just so-so.

Rats and homeless people shared the same shelter on the streets—it was hard to tell who was occupying whose home.

When Lin Ran and Luo Yao walked down the street, police officers even warned them to stay away from the vagrants.

Lin Ran shook his head with a helpless, bitter smile. Sure enough, every place has reasons that shatter the rose-tinted glasses.

But none of this mattered much to them, because they were rich.

They could drink coffee by the Seine, or they could book out the entire Louvre.

Walking slowly up the cobblestone path, they turned a corner and encountered a sketching stall run by a man who looked every bit the artist.

The impeccably dressed old painter exclaimed upon seeing them, asking in English:

"Two guests from the East, may I paint a portrait for you? I won't even charge a tip."

Lin Ran was about to refuse when he heard Luo Yao nod. "Yes."

"Ran, we rarely take photos when we go out. Why not get a painting done?"

Lin Ran could never refuse a request like that.

They smiled and sat down, letting the painter capture their snuggling silhouettes on paper. Every stroke revealed an unconcealable love.

After finishing, the painter sighed with emotion.

This was truly his most satisfying work.

He handed the painting to the couple. Luo Yao looked at the content and the corners of her mouth curled up.

"Reward him."

A plainclothes bodyguard behind them suddenly stepped forward and handed the painter a check.

The painter stared blankly at the remuneration in his hand.

He felt that... maybe... he had just achieved financial freedom?

***

At that moment, the French branch of the Luo Group received a special mission.

The branch president hung up the phone and immediately convened an emergency meeting.

"Cut the crap. Headquarters has issued an order: we need to clear out the Louvre."

Everyone was shocked. "President, today is a public opening day. As the national museum of France, the Louvre has never allowed a private booking."

The president also frowned deeply. "It's a strict order from headquarters, and we must achieve it because... President Luo is vacationing in Paris. She wants to visit the Louvre with her husband and doesn't want to be disturbed."

"So I don't care what methods you use or how much money it costs. This must be done, and it must be done as quickly as possible."

Everyone sprang into action. Some contacted the National Museum, some applied pressure on the French authorities, and others sent personnel over to coordinate the clearing of the venue.

An hour later, when Lin Ran and Luo Yao arrived, the entire Louvre was empty. Even the surveillance cameras had been turned off.

Of course, the perimeter was heavily guarded by countless security personnel; after all, a world-famous painting was resting inside.

Why did Lin Ran and Luo Yao come here?

Naturally, for that world-famous painting.

Don't misunderstand—they didn't have the slightest interest in the art itself. It was just to satisfy one of Luo Yao's little quirks.

Even the Mona Lisa never expected that, more than five hundred years later, she would "witness" with her own eyes a scene of such marital intimacy.

It was unrivaled.

This was more moving than any spoken or written "I love you."

Who knew what kind of madness the next stop would bring?