"What is it?" Luo Yao's tone was icy, except when speaking to Lin Ran.
Lin Ran took a sip of water from the glass on the dining table, thinking to himself, If what you’re about to say isn’t important and delays our time in the study, you’re in for a world of trouble.
"I want to propose to Granny Wang."
"Pfft—!" Lin Ran couldn’t hold back and spat out his water.
"Haha, Uncle Fu, at your age, you’re still looking to spice things up?"
Uncle Fu immediately retorted.
"You’re mistaken, Young Master Lin. Even the elderly have their springtime. Zhang Laifu is willing to do anything for Wang Dahua—not just propose, but also hold a wedding and go on a honeymoon with her."
Lin Ran gave Uncle Fu a strange look, barely stopping himself from asking, Do you even still have that function?
But what came out instead was: "Alright, I support you."
Luo Yao chimed in, "For your wedding, pick a villa in the estate."This reward made him happier than any bonus ever could.
It also proved that the young mistress intended for him to retire on the estate—with the love of his life by his side.
"Thank you, Miss."
Truthfully, Uncle Fu didn’t need permission to do any of this.
He announced his plans publicly for three reasons:
First, to show everyone that Zhang Laifu was no heartless man—he loved Wang Dahua.
Second, to demonstrate his loyalty to his young mistress, proving he’d never be a scoundrel in this lifetime.
And third, to let the news reach Granny Wang, so she’d know just how much she meant to him.
Before leaving, Lin Ran winked at Uncle Fu.
The message was clear: We’ve treated you so well—don’t forget to help me plan Luo Yao’s birthday.
So, Young Master Lin cared this deeply about the young mistress now.
It felt… nice.
Lin Ran and Luo Yao headed to the study. Why? To indulge Luo Yao’s little fantasy, of course.
Study & bunny girl leaning against the desk.
Time flowed like sand, and soon, it was time to leave the capital.
Early that morning, Lin Ran was already up.
This time, he chose to accompany Luo Yao, eager to witness firsthand how she dominated the business world.
And to shield her from any… trivial distractions.
After all, in his past life, this was the period when Luo Yao had cemented her position as the unrivaled queen of commerce.
Many had dismissed her success as mere luck, but now, everyone would see the truth:
This era belonged to Luo Yao.
Lin Ran assumed they’d head straight to the airport, but Luo Yao led him instead to the estate’s helipad. Soon, several helicopters and a private jet arrived.
"This…"
"Ah Ran, we have our own plane. No need to squeeze in with others."
"Heh, alright."
Statistically, air travel was the safest mode of transportation—though survival rates in accidents were the lowest.
As Lin Ran moved toward the jet, Luo Yao pulled him back.
"We’re taking this one."
Before them stood a sleek, imposing helicopter. Lin Ran was awestruck.
Liu Meng and her assistant team boarded the jet.
"Assistant Liu, if we’re on the jet, where are Miss Luo and Young Master Lin?"
"Shh, don’t ask too much. Can’t you see they’ve already boarded the helicopter?"
"Wow! The young mistress is so cool, and Young Master Lin is so handsome—they’re a perfect match!"
Luo Yao, clad in a black bodysuit reminiscent of the outfit she’d worn rescuing him that day, tied her hair into a bun and settled into the pilot’s seat. She intended to fly it herself.
"Ah Ran, want to learn? It’s actually quite simple."
Lin Ran shook his head. "No thanks. I’m afraid of heights."
"The best way to conquer fear…"
Lin Ran frowned. "Is to face it?"
Luo Yao grinned. "Ole!"
"Ah Ran, fasten your seatbelt and put on your headset. We’re taking off."
Gazing at Luo Yao’s alluring figure, Lin Ran muttered weakly,
"Yao Yao, before we lift off, there’s something I need to say."
"What is it?"
"For our safety… let’s not go the extra mile in the helicopter this time, okay?"
Luo Yao suddenly leaned in, their breaths mingling.
Her eyes dropped to his lips. "What if I refuse?"
"It’s too dangerous."
Luo Yao smirked. "Then we’ll do it before takeoff—"
And just like that, they truly soared—into the sky.
The flight from the capital to Shanghai was long—Luo Yao knew that well.
As for how deep they went from the ground to the heavens… Lin Ran knew that even better.
By the time they arrived, Liu Meng’s team had already landed hours earlier.
The helicopter descended toward the private landing pad at the Shanghai estate.
Their route had been pre-approved, so there were no issues.
As Luo Yao’s helicopter touched down, Liu Meng’s team had already arranged the reception.
They’d arrived a full two hours earlier. Liu Meng couldn’t fathom where the young mistress had flown off to—or why it took so long.
The security team's helicopter followed closely behind, waiting to land.
As the helicopter door opened, Lin Ran stepped out and immediately couldn't hold back—he vomited right there.
Lin Ran had always suffered from motion sickness. Cars, boats, planes—even playing 3D games for too long made him dizzy.
There was a time when he got hooked on a battle royale game, but his 3D motion sickness turned every session into a nauseating ordeal. He’d pop motion sickness pills while playing, only to end up vomiting anyway.
Eventually, he had to give up gaming altogether.
Cars weren’t too bad—he could get used to them over time. Planes were manageable. But this was his first time on a helicopter, and his stomach just couldn’t take it.
Luo Yao watched Lin Ran’s pitiful state with amusement.
"How are you feeling, Ah Ran?"
Lin Ran waved a hand weakly, accepting the water bottle a bodyguard handed him.
"Probably just exhausted. That’s why I’m so dizzy."
When he finally looked up and took in the surroundings, his jaw nearly hit the ground.
During the last stretch of the flight, he’d been too miserable to keep his eyes open, so he hadn’t seen the full view until now.
He’d assumed the place would resemble the luxurious, classical-style estates of Kyoto. But he’d been wrong—very wrong.
Kyoto’s estates were all about opulence and tradition.
This place? Pure modernity. A completely different vibe.
"Ah Ran, do you like it? This is also part of your assets, you know."
Lin Ran’s head was still spinning. "This is under my name too?"
"Yep. The property deed is in the walk-in closet at the Kyoto villa."
Lin Ran was genuinely impressed.
He wasn’t the richest man in the world. He wasn’t the most capable either.
But he’d married the richest, most capable woman alive.
I may not be much, but my wife? She’s everything.