Jiang Feihua was just about to do something when she heard Luo Yao's icy voice.
"Uncle Fu, take action. You know how to deal with traitors."
Without hesitation, Uncle Fu grabbed Jiang Feihua and forced a "tickling pill" into her mouth.
The sudden turn of events shocked everyone present, leaving the servants trembling in fear.
They had no idea why their young mistress had suddenly erupted in fury.
Jiang Feihua glanced at Luo Yao, only to find her calmly enjoying Lin Ran's massage, completely unaffected by the scene.
Luo Yao felt a surge of happiness inside—she sensed that Lin Ran had truly become a man who no longer feared her.
No matter what Lin Ran usually said, Luo Yao had always been worried.
She had been careful in her actions, never daring to show her violent side in front of him.
She feared that if he saw it, he would only want to run away.But during that incident at the Lu Family in Modu, Luo Yao realized she might have overthought things.
Later, after returning to the capital, when Lin Ran mentioned Liu Ruxue's blindness while meeting with Liu Yuemei, Luo Yao confirmed her suspicions—she had indeed been overthinking.
Whether it was the fight against Luo Bangsheng, the removal of Liu Ruxue's eyes, or now dealing with Jiang Feihua, Lin Ran hadn’t shown the slightest hint of fear.
Ever since their union, her Ah-Ran had never been afraid of her.
Luo Yao even wondered—if she killed someone in front of Lin Ran now, would he still stay unshaken?
"Ah-Ran, have you really become the man I love?"
"Perhaps this is also the version of myself I want to be." The version Yao Yao loves, and the version I don’t dislike.
He had always understood Luo Yao’s worries and had explained countless times.
But words could never compare to actions as proof.
In the past, when Lin Ran said, "Go ahead and go wild, I’m not scared," Luo Yao might not have believed him.
Now, she had no choice but to believe.
Because saying and doing were two entirely different things.
So, among the people around you—do they talk more or act more?
Or do they neither speak nor act?
Lin Ran’s inner monologue: Being a pushover in the past was hard. Now, being someone who clearly loves and hates—it feels damn good.
Jiang Feihua writhed on the floor, rolling back and forth as the unbearable sensation of ants crawling under her skin tortured her. Even speaking became a luxury.
Luo Yao stood up and walked over to Jiang Feihua, pausing briefly before glancing back at Lin Ran.
Lin Ran waved his hand. "Go ahead and do what you need to. I’ll be right here watching."
If there was one moment Luo Yao had been happiest since returning to the capital, it was now.
Happier than when Lin Ran had fiercely protected her.
She still remembered that moment at Lu Manor when Lin Ran instinctively pulled her aside.
Luo Yao could have stopped him, but she had let him move her, allowing him to get hurt instead.
The thought was twisted, but she didn’t hate it—because it proved Ah-Ran’s love for her.
"Alright, then wait for me."
Luo Yao approached Jiang Feihua, who had now completely lost the ability to resist, clawing at her own body in agony. Her face was already disfigured from scratching, forcing the surrounding servants to shut their eyes.
Luo Yao made no effort to hide her actions. She wanted this to serve as a lesson—this was the fate of betrayal.
You could resign and leave, or you could work diligently. But betraying her while employed? Unforgivable.
Especially for a venomous snake like Jiang Feihua, who schemed to take lives.
"This itching powder won’t kill you immediately. But the torment will grow worse—so unbearable that you’ll tear your own skin, gouge out your eyes, rip out your organs. The agony will be so intense, you won’t even have the will to kill yourself."
Luo Yao coldly explained Jiang Feihua’s fate.
Watching her suffer, Luo Yao continued.
"From the moment I first saw you, I knew you were a traitor. But you hid it well—so well that I couldn’t guess who you worked for until you returned to the capital."
"At first, I thought you might be from the Triple Alliance. But then I realized—no, that wasn’t it."
"So, who are you? Luo Wushuang’s pawn? Luo Wunai’s? Or someone from a rival company?"
Jiang Feihua rolled on the ground, eyes squeezed shut, but her mind reeled in shock.
"I… I beg you… kill… kill me!"
Luo Yao signaled to Uncle Fu, who nodded and slipped a small pill into Jiang Feihua’s mouth, temporarily relieving her torment.
Luo Yao glanced at the torn clothes exposing Jiang Feihua’s skin.
"Such fair skin. Too bad it won’t stay this soft when you’re cremated."
Jiang Feihua trembled violently.
"I… I’ll talk."
"I’m… Luo Wushuang’s… person."
Luo Yao slowly stood. "I know. I wasn’t even planning to ask who your master was. The moment I found out you poisoned Ah-Ran, I already knew which dog was behind you."
Jiang Feihua’s eyes widened. She had thought to use Lin Ran’s poisoning as leverage, but Luo Yao had already uncovered everything.
Now, she finally understood how she had been exposed.
"The only reason I eased your suffering is so you can personally face Luo Wushuang. If you died from the itching, there’d be no proof. Take her away."
At Luo Yao’s command, Little Tong immediately hauled Jiang Feihua up.
"Kill me, Mistress! Please, kill me!"
Jiang Feihua had completely broken. Her fate was sealed.
If Luo Wushuang learned she had been exposed, even if he won in the end, she’d never receive the antidote.
And if Luo Yao won? Death by itching was inevitable.
"Mistress, I was forced! Luo Wushuang poisoned me—he made me do it! Killing me won’t help, and Young Master Lin’s poison hasn’t been cured yet!"
Jiang Feihua was certain—Lin Ran had been poisoned. She had watched him drink it herself.
Luo Yao walked back to Lin Ran.
"Kill you? You’re the one who tried to murder Ah-Ran. Did you think you’d get off so easily? The moment you acted, you should’ve known this would be your fate."
After speaking, Luo Yao turned to Lin Ran. "Ah-Ran, let’s go."
Lin Ran smiled tenderly in agreement. Today, no matter what hell awaited them, he would stay by Luo Yao’s side every step of the way.
Helicopters landed in the estate one after another as Luo Yao set off with her team of bodyguards.
Soaring through the dawn skies of the capital, the city sprawled below in a sea of red, the vibrant energy of the new year stretching endlessly.
The helicopters flew in formation—first an "S," then a "B," showing off without a care.
Soon, they arrived near the Luo Family Old Mansion. Luo Yao and her group disembarked and stopped at a roadside stall for breakfast.
There was no point arriving too early—Luo Wushuang wouldn’t be there yet.
Though Luo Wushuang had set out earlier, he was traveling by car. Luo Yao’s team? They came by helicopter.
They weren’t even in the same league.