The afternoon arrived, and with all work matters in the Magic City settled, the two prepared to return to the capital.
Given the instability of helicopters, they decided to take a private jet this time.
Back at the estate villa, Jiang Feihua approached Luo Yao with a mysterious air.
"Young Miss, I have something to give you."
Luo Yao raised an eyebrow, listening as Jiang Feihua continued her rambling.
"Honestly, I didn’t want to do this—it makes me seem like a petty person. But I couldn’t keep it from you, so I thought it best to hand it over."
With that, Jiang Feihua pulled out her phone and played a recording for Luo Yao.
After listening, Luo Yao first showed surprise, then quickly regained her icy demeanor.
"Why are you telling me this now? What’s your point?"
Jiang Feihua replied, "Young Miss, I suspect Uncle Fu might be problematic. I’m truly worried about you and want to stay by your side.""Fine. You’ll come back to the capital with me. Don’t breathe a word of this to anyone."
Jiang Feihua’s face lit up with excitement—she had finally accomplished her mission.
"Understood."
Meanwhile, Luo Yao sneered inwardly.
You had a path to heaven but chose hell.
Even if Jiang Feihua hadn’t spoken up, Luo Yao had planned to bring her along—she needed to uncover the person behind this woman.
Whether Jiang Feihua was a traitor didn’t matter as much as why she had betrayed them.
If she couldn’t figure that out, there would be a second, a third Jiang Feihua in the future.
"Thank you, Young Miss."
Initially, Luo Yao had intended to deal with Jiang Feihua within a few days, which was why she’d summoned Uncle Fu to the Magic City.
But plans changed faster than expected. After all this time, the mastermind behind Jiang Feihua still hadn’t shown themselves, so bringing her back to the capital was the only option.
With everything ready, Luo Yao and Lin Ran embarked on their journey home.
On the way here, the assistant team had taken the private jet while they’d flown by helicopter.
Now, the roles reversed—the assistants took the helicopter, while they boarded the passenger jet.
As the plane ascended, Luo Yao gazed down at the Magic City’s skyline before suddenly turning to speak.
"Ah Ran, I want to have my secret base transported to the capital."
"That’s a bit far, isn’t it? And moving such a massive structure won’t be easy."
Luo Yao instantly adopted a pitiful expression.
"If you’d treated me this well a year earlier, the secret base would’ve already been in the capital."
"Alright, alright, we’ll move it to the capital." Lin Ran could never resist Luo Yao’s pleading look—it melted his heart every time.
It felt like saying "no" would instantly brand him as a heartless villain.
What could he do? Spoil her, of course.
Whatever the wife says goes. Listen to her, and life’s smooth sailing—cigarettes, booze, and money galore.
Luo Yao smiled.
"We’re leaving this place soon. By tradition, we should do something before we go."
"Like what?"
The corners of her lips curled. "It’s our unspoken travel rule. Think hard, Ah Ran."
Memories flooded back—
The "maneuvers" on the grasslands, the "galloping across the plains" before their return, the "thousand miles in a day" when they arrived in the Magic City…
So now, Luo Yao wanted to…?
"So this is your so-called rule and tradition?"
Luo Yao nodded. "Well? How about it?"
Lin Ran couldn’t help but laugh.
Youth truly is something. How many more years can I keep up with this stamina?
"Fine. Then I’ll use my ‘rules’ to thoroughly ‘inspect’ your ‘tradition.’"
Sometimes, Lin Ran genuinely wondered: Is there a way to install a golden kidney?
After thoroughly "inspecting" the tradition, they arrived in the capital.
At the estate, all staff—including security—stood ready.
Stepping onto the capital’s soil, a sense of familiarity washed over Lin Ran. Home really is best.
No matter how vibrant or luxurious the Magic City was, it wasn’t where they belonged.
This bond was like the instinctive thought during a disaster: I need to get home.
After disembarking, the assistant team dispersed to their own homes, while Lin Ran and Luo Yao returned to Villa No. 1.
Jiang Feihua stared enviously at the capital’s paradisiacal estate.
The Magic City estate had been all about futuristic tech.
Here, it was understated opulence.
In terms of sheer presence, the capital’s estate exuded the aura of an old-money dynasty.
The moment they entered, Granny Wang and the others greeted them.
"Young Miss, Young Master Lin, welcome home."
Lin Ran glanced at Granny Wang, then Uncle Fu, then Jiang Feihua.
His eyes twinkled—this is about to get interesting.
"Granny Wang, An Jian’s surgery is coming up. Why aren’t you at the hospital with your grandson?" Lin Ran asked with concern.
Uncle Fu also looked at her worriedly.
"Please."
Eating capital cuisine again, the flavors somehow tasted better.
Then again, the culinary divide between north and south was no small thing.
"Uncle Fu, arrange accommodations for Manager Jiang."
Uncle Fu: ?.?
"Young Master Lin, the staff can handle such matters."
Jiang Feihua bristled at his words.
What, I’m the Magic City estate’s manager—not even worth a bit of courtesy from the head butler here?
Lin Ran wore an unreadable half-smile.
"Manager Jiang is unfamiliar with the capital. She only knows you, given your ‘close collaboration’ in the Magic City. Shouldn’t you handle it?"
Uncle Fu immediately shot a panicked look at Granny Wang.
"Young Master Lin, don’t slander me! This old servant is loyal to the bone—you can’t falsely accuse me! My relationship with Manager Jiang is purely professional!"
Lin Ran nodded. "Of course, of course. I didn’t imply anything. Just asking you to arrange her stay. Why so defensive?"
Uncle Fu froze.
"Was I… being defensive?"
Granny Wang rolled her eyes silently.
But Lin Ran could’ve sworn he heard a faint, disdainful snort.
With no choice, Uncle Fu complied.
In the estate villa, Lin Ran’s words were law—no objections permitted.
Before leaving, Uncle Fu hesitated, then said,
"Granny Wang, come with me."
Lin Ran: ??? Damn, he’s playing strategy now?
Uncle Fu: What else can I do? You forced my hand.
Granny Wang reluctantly agreed.
After all, Uncle Fu was the estate’s head butler. You could doubt him, dislike him, even curse him—but you couldn’t refuse him.
Kinda like when you’re reading a novel at your desk and the boss suddenly tells you to fetch coffee.
Cursing under your breath but moving your ass anyway.
After Uncle Fu left with Granny Wang and Jiang Feihua, Lin Ran also began to focus on feeding her little devil.
By now, Luo Yao was already brimming with impatience.