Why tear it down? Because Luo Yao had just discovered that someone had been using this place—and for a long time at that. There was no need to guess; it had to be that woman, Luo Wunai.
How dare she use Luo Yao’s private office? She was asking for death.
At this moment, the executives of the Shanghai branch were trembling in fear, not daring to utter a word. Their fates were entirely in Luo Yao’s hands.
"President Luo, these were all self-reported."
Lin Ran thought to himself, "Damn, there are this many?"
"Investigate all the funds thoroughly. Make them spit out every cent they swallowed, then have them sign the statement and get out."
The reason Luo Yao was letting them off wasn’t out of kindness—she just didn’t want unnecessary trouble.
She wouldn’t be staying in Shanghai for long. Soon, she’d likely return to the capital.
Did they really expect her to announce, "I’m sending every one of you to prison"?
And then have these people pester her team endlessly?For now, she’d throw them a smokescreen, letting them think they were spared.
Once she returned to the capital, her legal team would pay each of them a visit, one by one.
That was Luo Yao’s way of doing things.
Ruthless? Absolutely. But never reckless.
"Thank you, President Luo."
The executives were regretful about losing their high-paying jobs, but more than anything, they felt relieved.
Luo Yao hadn’t wiped them out completely. She’d left them a way out, allowing them to continue "shining" at other companies.
Who said Luo Yao showed no mercy to her enemies? She was practically a saint.
"Ran, what should we have for lunch? Should we go back to the estate or…?"
Lin Ran replied, "Let’s just eat in the cafeteria."
"Alright."
Why the cafeteria? Because it was the perfect place to flaunt their relationship.
Lin Ran had noticed something—Luo Yao loved marking her territory in front of others, as if declaring, "This man is mine."
Since that was the case, he might as well indulge her willingly.
After all, it was something he’d always wanted to do too.
In the capital, everyone in the Luo family knew who he was.
In Shanghai, it had to be the same.
When they arrived at the company cafeteria, it was packed with various food stalls, all serving delicious dishes.
Surrounded by bodyguards, Lin Ran and Luo Yao actually queued up like everyone else.
The other employees were stunned.
The big boss was eating here?
Most executives wouldn’t even glance at the cafeteria—their meals were specially delivered.
Yet here was Luo Yao, the head of the country’s top financial conglomerate, dining in the cafeteria like a regular employee.
And she was even waiting in line? How down-to-earth could she get?
"President Luo, Young Master Lin, would you like to go first?"
Luo Yao remained silent, but Lin Ran waved his hand.
"No need. Here, there’s no hierarchy. We’re all just here to eat. No need to be nervous."
Damn. What a classy President Luo, what a classy Young Master Lin.
"Yao, go sit over there and rest. Tell me what you want, and I’ll get it for you. I’ll feed you once it’s ready."
Feed President Luo?
The employee who had offered to let them cut in had been about to gush praise for Lin Ran’s humility—until those words left his mouth.
He froze on the spot.
Thinking about his own boyfriend, who did nothing but play games, and then looking at Lin Ran…
Tears welled up in the employee’s eyes.
Ugh, just kill me now.
Luo Yao’s expression was icy toward everyone—especially that employee who dared speak to Lin Ran.
But the moment she heard Lin Ran’s words, she instantly transformed into a gentle, doting wife.
"No, I’ll stay here with you."
Lin Ran thought for a moment. "Fine. Then wait here. What do you want to eat?"
"Whatever you’re having."
Well, that answered nothing.
Lin Ran knew Luo Yao had little interest in food—her appetite was practically nonexistent. But he still wanted her to experience different flavors.
So he picked a few dishes based on his own preferences—local Shanghai delicacies that looked appetizing.
The bodyguards carried the trays to their table, and Lin Ran, as usual, began feeding her.
Luo Yao took a delicate bite of the crab roe soup dumpling.
"Look at them! Young Master Lin and President Luo are so in love—he’s even feeding her!"
"What’s the big deal? If my husband were as rich as President Luo, I’d serve him on my knees."
"Ugh, the stench of romance is suffocating. Why can’t my boyfriend be like Young Master Lin?"
"I’d love to talk to them up close. President Luo is my idol! But those bodyguards would never let me near."
"By the time you get close, you’d already be on their hit list."
Hearing the hushed whispers around them, Luo Yao’s lips curled slightly. She took another bite of the soup dumpling, then frowned—but said nothing.
Just as she was about to continue, Lin Ran pulled the chopsticks back.
"Not good? I heard this is a famous local dish. Let me try."
He’d caught her subtle reaction.
At over a hundred yuan per dumpling, even Lin Ran had been shocked by the price.
The stall owner had insisted it was on the house, but Lin Ran wasn’t the type to take advantage. He’d paid anyway.
For that price, it shouldn’t just be edible—it should be delicious.
Then he took a bite.
And immediately regretted it.
The overwhelming fishiness made him question his life choices.
No wonder the auntie had insisted on extra vinegar—it was to mask this horrid taste.
Lin Ran barely stopped himself from spitting it out.
"What the hell is this?"
Disgusting.
He didn’t understand it, but he’d respect it.
Regional cuisine varied, after all.
Even in the capital, there were plenty of terrible dishes. The bigger the city, the faster it became a culinary wasteland.
Luo Yao found Lin Ran’s pained expression adorable. "Not good? It’s fine. I’ll eat anything you feed me."
Lin Ran thought, That frown earlier said otherwise.
"Right… sure."
Then he remembered something Uncle Fu once said:
"That’s because it’s you feeding her, Young Master Lin. And I’m not exaggerating—if you handed her a spoonful of poison, she’d swallow it without hesitation."
Lin Ran shook his head with a wry smile.
"There’s other stuff here. Let’s try those."
After sampling a few more dishes—none of which suited his palate—he finally settled on the wonton soup, which was decent.
So he made sure Luo Yao ate her fill first, then had some wontons himself.
As for the rest? Well, Liu Meng and the others could have them.
After lunch, Lin Ran and Luo Yao returned to the office. The regional manager had already arranged a new one for them.
"President Luo, Young Master Lin, this office may not be as luxurious as the chairman’s suite, but the key point is—Luo Wunai has never set foot here."
That single sentence struck a chord with Luo Yao. Even Liu Meng looked impressed by the regional manager’s insight.
"What’s your name?" Luo Yao asked.
"President Luo, I’m Qi Chengwei."