Return to before death

"Ranran, I love you too, for a lifetime." His deep voice rang out softly, as if he were making a promise from the bottom of his heart. He placed a tender kiss on her forehead. "Ranran, sleep well, have a good sleep. I will protect you forever."

"Um……"

When you're alone, even the warmest room feels cold, let alone when you're in so much pain.

But being by his side, his presence and his voice acted like a tranquilizer, making her feel that things would get better, that they definitely would get better.

The next morning, after a night of torrential rain and strong winds, the sky was exceptionally clear.

Yan Ran rubbed her still slightly aching head, opened her eyes, and found no one beside her. Startled awake, she sat up straight in bed.

"Zhengqing?" she called softly, afraid that everything last night was a dream, yet also afraid that it wasn't.

"Awake?" His white shirt shone brightly in the sunlight, making his already handsome features even more striking. He rolled up his long sleeves and sat down beside her, exuding a down-to-earth charm. "I made breakfast. Get up and eat quickly, or it will get cold."

"You cook?"

Although he often cooked for Tangtang after the kidnapping incident, Yan Ran always felt it was somewhat unreal since she hadn't experienced it firsthand.

After all, he had always adhered to the principle that a gentleman should stay away from the kitchen, and asking him to cook was like the end of the world.

Zong Zhengqing tapped Yan Ran's forehead, "Get up and prepare dinner. I'll go watch the fire first."

"Ah."

Seeing Yan Ran nod and look calm, Zong Zhengqing's heart, which had been hanging in suspense because of her sudden outburst yesterday, finally settled down. He smiled faintly and went downstairs to get some porridge.

The servants were asked to leave the rectangular dining table. Zong Zhengjing was in charge of setting the table, while Zong Zhengqing was in charge of cooking.

After setting the table, the phone on the table suddenly rang. Zong Zhengjing picked it up and saw it was Lan Ke. A hint of displeasure flashed in his eyes. He handed the phone to Zong Zhengqing, who had just come out, and said, "Brother, Lan Ke."

Zong Zhengqing glanced at the number on his phone and said with a gloomy expression, "You've been working hard lately, let Uncle Jiang handle it."

"What happened to Lan Ke?" Yan Ran slowly came downstairs, and Zong Zhengqing quickly helped her sit down. "She was investigated for selling inside information and is using her pregnancy as leverage to demand that the company not fire her."

As he spoke, he handed a bowl of porridge to Yan Ran. "Alright, let me handle the company matters. I heard from Zheng Jing that you cried for a long time yesterday. Have some porridge first and calm down."

"Let's talk about family matters at home. Brother, please don't bring business back next time."

"Okay." Zong Zhengqing smiled indulgently. "It was my fault this time. Let's eat first."

"Mmm." Yan Ran nodded obediently, but couldn't help thinking how wonderful it would be if Tangtang were here now.

After breakfast, as usual, she handed him his suit jacket, straightened his tie, gave him a gentle kiss on the forehead, and then went to work.

After that, she was supposed to take Tangtang to school.

Yan Ran stared blankly at the car at the door, as if she could still see the little guy pouting and looking unwilling to leave.

"Yan Ran." Zongzheng Jing didn't want her to dwell too much on her memories, so he gently patted her shoulder. Yan Ran looked away. "I feel much better after a good night's sleep."

"Ah."

After tidying up the things on the table, Yan Ran returned to her room, washed up, changed her clothes, put the bloodstained belongings of Tangtang that she had retrieved from the police station in the new timeline into her bag, and went to the address sent by Sheng Xuanling.

"Bona International Shooting Club?"

Yan Ran compared the address again: No. 1306, xx Street. That's right, it's a medium-sized live-fire shooting club.

As soon as Yan Ran entered, the waiter recognized her and led the way with a smile, saying, "Miss Yan, Young Master Sheng has been waiting for you inside for a long time."

The waiter led Yan Ran to the shooting range and then left.

At this moment, Sheng Xuanling was wearing noise-canceling headphones and goggles, holding a gun with both hands, aiming at the bullseye, ready to fire.

Unlike his roguish charm when he was playing around with women, or his sinister aura when he was dressed in a suit and making sarcastic remarks, he was wearing a black, form-fitting shooting uniform, standing with one foot in front of the other. His sharp eyebrows had softened their cynicism and gained a more composed and capable air. He was a man of unyielding integrity and irresistible charm.

With a few loud bangs, all ten bullets were fired, and the results came out: 98 rings on the target.