Qian Yinshang tried to salvage the situation with this approach, her eyes carrying a hint of ingratiation.
Lin Ran: ??? Are you fucking trying to steal my woman right in front of me?
Furious, he immediately escalated.
"You like company, huh? Assistant Liu, find a few dogs to keep her company."
Liu Meng's pupils trembled in shock, stunned by Lin Ran's words, but she quickly responded, "Understood."
Truly cut from the same cloth.
Just then, the elevator arrived. Lin Ran and Luo Yao stepped inside, leaving Qian Yinshang standing alone.
She collapsed to the ground in disbelief, her eyes hollow, as if her soul had been ripped away.
Meanwhile, outside, Park Gukchang had initially thought about resisting, but the sight of bodyguards surrounding him left him stunned.
"Stay back!"His voice trembled, his eyes filled with terror. He was already regretting his impulsiveness.
By the time Park Gukchang was dragged inside, he happened to see Qian Yinshang sitting on the floor.
"Mom, save me!"
Park Gukchang cried out desperately, as if grasping at a lifeline.
"Son? What happened to you?"
Qian Yinshang's heart raced again at the sight of her son's disheveled state.
More bodyguards began gathering around. The assistants Qian Yinshang had brought along cowered, too afraid to even lift their heads, paralyzed by the tense atmosphere.
Qian Yinshang: "Stay away from us!"
Her voice dripped with despair—she knew she was utterly defeated this time.
"Ah, shit! Let me and my mom go!"
...
In the office, Luo Yao immediately buried herself in Lin Ran's embrace, like an injured bird finding refuge in a warm nest.
Lin Ran, in turn, lovingly pulled out the carefully prepared nutritious meal he had brought. The lunchbox looked exquisitely crafted, filled with delicious and wholesome food.
"You're too thin. You need to eat properly," he said softly, opening the container and feeding her.
"Ah-Ran, do you prefer women who are chubby or slim?"
"I'm not interested in women in general—just you, no matter your size."
An 8.4-out-of-10 answer.
After Luo Yao had eaten a bit, Lin Ran finally spoke up.
"Yao Yao, there's something I want to tell you."
His expression turned serious as he gazed at her, his eyes brimming with tenderness.
"What is it?"
Luo Yao looked up at him, curiosity shining in her eyes.
Lin Ran’s gaze fell on the small vial on Luo Yao’s desk, and a wave of emotion surged through him, so overwhelming that his voice nearly cracked.
"Actually... I’ve started remembering some things."
His voice was low, fragmented images flashing through his mind.
"Like what?"
"For example, that little bottle on your desk." He pointed at it, his eyes clouded with nostalgia.
Luo Yao’s eyes lit up with hope.
"Ah-Ran… are you back?"
Her voice trembled with anticipation.
"Maybe not entirely yet. But Yao Yao, whether it’s the old me or the current me, I’m yours."
He pulled her into a tight embrace, as if trying to merge her into his very being, inhaling her scent deeply.
"The me now might not be whole, but my love for you will never change."
He whispered the words into her ear, his voice firm.
Luo Yao didn’t seem too disappointed—at least her Ah-Ran still remembered these things.
She believed it wouldn’t be long before he fully returned.
Picking up the small vial, she shook it playfully in front of him.
"You know what? I’m keeping this forever. On the day you die, I’ll bring it out and make you fulfill your promise—even in hell."
Lin Ran couldn’t help but laugh at her bizarrely adorable logic.
"Yao Yao, aren’t you even a little curious about why I traveled through time?"
He studied her, a trace of puzzlement in his eyes.
Luo Yao blinked. "Why would I be? Ah-Ran is Ah-Ran. No matter what happens to you, you’ll always be mine. As long as you’re here, nothing else matters."
Her eyes radiated pure, unwavering devotion.
Lin Ran suddenly felt at peace. All his earlier worries seemed foolish now.
Luo Yao had never cared about those things. Even if she’d known since childhood that he would time-travel, she’d never questioned the how or why.
That was just Luo Yao—her love transcended science, time, and every conceivable barrier.
Gently holding her hand, Lin Ran’s gaze was filled with resolve and warmth.
"Yao Yao, I may never fully understand the depth of your love, but I’ll spend my life trying to match it."
His voice was soft yet unshakable, like a vow for eternity.
Luo Yao smiled. She knew Lin Ran would find his answers—just as she’d always believed.
Leaning against his shoulder, the two sat in comfortable silence, lost in each other’s presence, as if the world beyond them had ceased to exist.
In her heart, Luo Yao was prepared to wait, no matter how long it took. Even if he never fully returned, she would accept it without regret.
Meanwhile, Qian Yinshang and Park Gukchang weren’t faring so well.
Not only had they engaged in a rather… intimate exchange with some canine companions, but the entire ordeal had been recorded and sent to Park Bo-gi—the husband/father currently residing in South Korea.
"That bitch!"
Park Bo-gi flew into a rage, slamming his Samsung phone onto the table. Unfortunately, the phone couldn’t withstand the impact and exploded, landing him in the hospital with hand injuries.
An hour later, Samsung Group announced that its current chairman, Park Bo-gi, had divorced his wife, Qian Yinshang, and removed her from the board of directors.
When Qian Yinshang and Park Gukchang received the news in China, they were stunned. Without even tending to their injuries, they immediately flew back to South Korea to confront Park Bo-gi.
Lin Ran and Luo Yao, upon hearing about the incident, felt nothing.
"Yao Yao, your injuries haven’t fully healed. You should rest at the estate."
Luo Yao had only come today to discuss a collaboration with Samsung. Now that negotiations were on hold, Samsung would inevitably send another representative.
Whether they’d accept Luo Corporation’s stricter terms as an apology or face retaliation was their own problem—not something they needed to worry about for now.
"Alright. But before we go back, I want to visit your media company."
Lin Ran was taken aback—he hadn’t expected Luo Yao to take an interest in his media business.
"My wife’s inspection is an honor. I’ll notify Old Wu."
"No need. Let’s just go as we are. It’s not far anyway."
"Fine."
At the Nuanyao Media office, despite the Nuanyao Group’s expansion into multiple ventures, Wu Zhishang still preferred working here.
He stared at the script Zhang Xinyan had handed him, his face twisting as if he’d bitten into something foul.
"Well, well, well… you actually wrote this?"
"That's right, 50,001 words, and I even threw in an extra one for free." Zhang Xinyan looked exhausted but immensely proud. She never imagined she'd actually complete such an insane challenge.