This was still inside the airport, and it was certain that outside would be even colder.
Luo Yao and the others took a private passage, so they didn’t have to worry about being gawked at like monkeys by crowds.
Seeing Lin Ran’s expression, Luo Yao suddenly felt a pang in her heart.
She always ended up hurting her man without realizing it.
On such a cold day, Ah Ran must be freezing, right?
Thinking this, Luo Yao immediately wrapped her arms tightly around Lin Ran.
"Ah Ran, I’ll warm you with everything I have."
Lin Ran looked at her with tender affection. "You’re already doing more than enough, really."
When the embrace ended, Luo Yao stretched out a fluffy-gloved hand. Lin Ran stared at it for a moment, puzzled.
After a brief hesitation, he bent down and rested his chin on her palm.This was a gesture Luo Yao had done before—now it was his turn.
Luo Yao’s big eyes were practically pressed against Lin Ran’s face.
"Ah Ran, you’re so cute! But I actually wanted you to hold my hand as we walk."
Lin Ran: "..."
Well, that was awkward. He’d completely misunderstood.
Once they stepped out of the airport, a private convoy was already waiting for them.
The cars belonged to Luo Corporation, but it was Lin Ran who had Uncle Fu arrange them—without Luo Yao’s knowledge.
This proved that Lin Ran’s word carried weight in Luo Corporation.
Of course, it also helped that the company’s employee handbook now included many of Lin Ran’s rules.
Inside the car, Little Tong took the front passenger seat, while Wang Bao sat directly beside Lin Ran. The driver was a long-time employee stationed in Tibet.
"So, you’re Abu?"
The driver was a middle-aged man with an honest, simple face—but underestimating him as just a driver would be a mistake.
He was actually the training instructor for the security team’s western division. Back when Little Tong, Wang Bao, and others underwent selection in the west, he had been their mentor.
"Master Lin, my full name is Burigudabai. It might be hard to remember, so my Han name is Burenlu. You can call me Abu."
Lin Ran gave him a deadpan look. "After all that, you could’ve just said you’re Abu from the start."
Abu nodded while driving—he agreed with Lin Ran’s point.
But whenever he introduced himself as Abu to others, they’d always ask for his full name, so he’d gotten used to explaining it this way.
"Right, I’m Abu."
"Are you Tibetan?"
Abu shook his head. "No, I’m Mongolian. I’m here for training."
"Training what?"
Abu cautiously glanced at Luo Yao through the rearview mirror. Seeing her expression unchanged, he relaxed and answered.
"Training some young recruits, improving their skills. Once they qualify, they’ll be assigned to protect you."
Lin Ran was taken aback. So this was why Uncle Fu had told him that Abu could handle anything here.
Turns out, this guy was the security team’s instructor.
That meant he had to be incredibly skilled.
Lin Ran glanced at Little Tong, then at Wang Bao.
Little Tong: "Master Lin, you guessed right. Abu is my teacher."
Wang Bao nodded. "Same here."
"Though I started working a year earlier than Little Tong."
Don’t underestimate that one-year difference. These weren’t ordinary bodyguards—the stronger their abilities, the higher their pay.
Most of the time, these bodyguards weren’t needed, but when they were, it was always for something major.
Well, minor things like roughing up Lin Tianba or fetching water didn’t count.
As for how much Lin Ran’s security team earned?
Put it this way: even the lowest-ranking bodyguard made an annual salary of one million.
After taxes.
So, getting to protect Lin Ran was basically the dream job.
"Oh? Then you must be really happy."
"Master Lin, the greatest joy of my life is having this job. Protecting you is an honor."
With pay like that, who wouldn’t be thrilled?
Lin Ran turned to Luo Yao. "Yao Yao, I remember Wang Bao made a promise once."
Luo Yao nodded.
"That’s right. He once said that if even a single hair on your head was harmed, he’d slit his own throat in apology."
Lin Ran grinned mischievously at Wang Bao.
"I seem to recall bleeding a little back at the Lu family’s place in Shanghai..."
Wang Bao’s eyes widened. He never expected the usually harmless Master Lin to have such a devious side.
"Master Lin, I... I..."
Wang Bao stumbled over his words, while Luo Yao watched Lin Ran with amusement.
If Lin Ran gave the word now, she’d have Wang Bao commit seppuku on the spot.
Fortunately, Lin Ran wasn’t serious.
"Since you ‘decorated’ Li Chifen’s head last time, I’ll let it slide."
Wang Bao exhaled in relief.
Back in Shanghai, he’d lost control of the car, and the Rolls-Royce hood ornament flew off—landing right on Li Chifen’s head. Pure coincidence.
He definitely hadn’t planned that.
Who knew that would end up saving his life?
Guess he’d have to practice his driving skills more.
The car arrived at the Shangri-La Hotel in Tibet.
In this region, it was considered a luxury hotel—after all, it was five-star, and Tibet only had three such hotels.
Many people assumed that as the capital of Tibet, it must be quite developed and populous.
But in reality, despite being the regional capital, it only had a little over 500,000 residents, firmly placing it as a fourth-tier city.
For a fourth-tier city, having three five-star hotels wasn’t bad at all.
"Miss, Master Lin, please rest here today to acclimate to the altitude. If there are no issues, we’ll set out tomorrow."
Luo Yao nodded. She had no idea where they were going, but anywhere with Ah Ran was fine by her.
Altitude sickness was something to adjust to—Luo Yao had been to the plateau a few times before, so she’d adapt quickly.
But for Lin Ran, this was his first time, so discomfort was normal.
"Got it."
Once in their room, Luo Yao had Lin Ran rest his head on her lap.
"Ah Ran, it’s normal to feel unwell your first time here. Get plenty of rest, and if anything feels wrong, tell me immediately. I have medicine."
Lin Ran did feel some effects, but nothing severe. He’d done his research.
"Yao Yao, you’re the best."
"I’m your wife. Being good to you is natural. Others wouldn’t think I’m nice—they’d just fear me."
"Do you dislike that they fear you?"
Luo Yao shook her head. "No. I’d prefer if everyone in the world feared me—except you. Fear keeps them in line. If they stop being afraid, they’ll try to bully us."
Her words were straightforward, and Lin Ran understood. But he had a different perspective.
"There are plenty of awful people in the world, but good ones exist too. People like Uncle Fu, Old Wu, Granny Wang—or you and me—we don’t go around bullying others."
Luo Yao shook her head again. "Ah Ran might not, but I will. If someone poses even a potential threat, even if they’ve done nothing yet, I’ll eliminate them."
Lin Ran stuck out his tongue. Yeah, that sounded about right.
To put it this way, take Zhang Xiaonuan for example—she never did anything out of line to Luo Yao, but who’s to say Luo Yao isn’t just waiting for a chance to take her out?