Daddy, Mommy Ran Away

The temperature in the room was rising, and An Ruoxi’s body began to tremble, her mind becoming hazy.

Gentle kisses landed on every inch of her creamy skin, his large hands greedily explored, sliding across her abdomen, reaching the secret garden between her legs, feeling the moist warmth and softness, circling around the petals, tenderly caressing her delicate petals.

Her response satisfied Leng Haoyin’s proud male ego, making him more arrogantly taunt her, pressing down on her, mischievously using his enormity to sway against her softness, yet he resisted the urge to enter.

“Baby, do you want me?” His hot breath held back, his forehead already beaded with a layer of dense sweat, still mischievously resisting, swaying to make her twist uncomfortably.

“Leng Haoyin…” A sudden sense of emptiness overwhelmed her, her cheeks flushed a deep red, An Ruoxi looked dazedly at the stern man before her, swallowing the ambiguous air. “Hmm…” An Ruoxi was embarrassingly bashful, her face nearly dripping with blood, biting her teeth to stop herself from uttering embarrassing words.

“Baby, don’t be shy, say you want me. Otherwise, I won’t give in,” he teased, lifting his thin lips, continuing to seduce her, gently caressing her blushing cheeks.

Men have needs, and so do women. Who needs whom, really?

Her voice trembled and broke, and the next second, he kissed her lips, his breaths messy, a deadly temptation for her, a passion she could not resist: “Baby…”

Just as he was about to abandon his seductive plan and conquer her outright, the sound of kicking the door echoed.

“Mommy, Daddy, get up, today we’re trying on the wedding dress…” With the kicking sound, Xiaobei’s voice came from outside. Clearly, her small body couldn’t reach the door handle, so she simply kicked forcefully with both feet.

A bucket of cold water figuratively splashed over her, and An Ruoxi suddenly became alert, scrambling up to get dressed.

“Mmm…” She couldn’t help but moan lowly, biting the sheet to stop herself from making noise: “Stop, the kids are calling outside.”

“It’s too late, baby.” Leng Haoyin’s big hand scooped her up, pressing her beneath him, his voice deep as he entered…

“I’ll be quick, otherwise, I’ll die.” Sweat dripped from his forehead, and then he withdrew, flipping her body over, half-kneeling on the bed, entering her from behind… this way, it could be quicker.

…

At the ‘True Love for Life’ photo studio, the lights were dreamy and misty, the elegantly dressed models captivated the guests’ gazes with their unique charm, the brightly lit hall decorated with colorful crystals, reminiscent of heaven’s rainbow, sketching a colorful, dreamy fairy tale.

Ten minutes later, An Ruoxi emerged from the upstairs fitting room, and the room fell silent.

She stood in front of a white window curtain, wearing a wedding dress of her own design, a low-cut strapless mermaid wedding dress that perfectly showcased her curvaceous figure. The subtly revealed cleavage, the slim waist, and the tightly wrapped buttocks and slender legs suggested she was a beautiful mermaid emerging from the deep sea. Her hair was styled in a fluffy, noble bun, slightly covered by a misty white veil, adding a touch of mystery to her beauty.

She awkwardly pulled at the trailing hem of the dress, her eyes meeting the deep eyes of the man before her. At that moment, Leng Haoyin, dressed in a black suit, looked even more majestic in the sophisticated groom’s attire, truly a sight that made hearts skip a beat…

In front of the large fitting mirrors, the man’s face was sharp and profound, each contour as if measured and sculpted with care, perfect beyond reproach. His towering figure stood like a mountain beside her, and she, with her pale cheeks blushing, the two of them together, the tall him and the petite her, a perfect, heavenly match. Such a beautiful scene was like a stunning painting.

He stretched out his arm, pulling her entirely into his embrace, his seductive nose trailing through her thick hair, resting by her ear, his voice deep and velvety like red wine: “Baby, you look so beautiful in this wedding dress, I don’t want anyone else to see it, what should I do?” All he wanted was to shrink her and keep her in his pocket, carrying her with him always.

Hearing this, An Ruoxi’s lightly made-up face turned a suspicious shade of pink, her clear, watery eyes glaring at him: “You’re so improper.”

“Wronged! Where am I improper?” His mischievous smile lingered, his nose entwined with her faint milk scent, his eyes filled with a creamy, enticing skin, making him want to devour her, his magnetic voice spilling ambiguous words: “I’m only improper with you in bed.”

An Ruoxi, seeing her unnatural blush spreading to her neck and chest through the mirror, felt so embarrassed she wanted to find a hole to crawl into, turning her body to glare at him: “Are you an animal? Always thinking about such things.”

“I’m only like this with you.” His hearty laughter indicated his extremely happy mood, his flirtatious gaze twirling around her blushing face, he loved her embarrassed look to death.

“Go to death.” An Ruoxi decided not to talk to this scoundrel anymore.

“I haven’t made you happy enough, how dare I die?” His smile grew even broader.

“Baby, let’s just get married, no need for a wedding,” he suddenly said, leaning in close, whispering in her ear.

“Ah…” Caught in a moment of bliss, An Ruoxi was startled by his words, lifting her puzzled eyes to his slightly mysterious face.

An Ruoxi was all over the place, deciding not to continue the squabble with him, glaring at him: “Call the server over, some parts need adjusting, so we can go back earlier.”

“Okay.” This time, Leng Haoyin agreed very cooperatively, his smile somewhat sly and foxy, his ambiguous gaze clearly that of a wolf eyeing a little rabbit.

After giving instructions, Leng Haoyin directly dragged An Ruoxi, eager to go home. Heaven knows, this morning’s situation had not satisfied him at all, merely a brief encounter, three minutes, could that satisfy him?

…

“Slow down, slow down.” An Ruoxi struggled to keep up with his pace and accidentally bumped into a woman.

“I’m so sorry.” An Ruoxi hurriedly apologized.

“Xiaoxi…” The woman, recognizing An Ruoxi, excitedly grabbed her arm, her haggard, sallow face breaking into a smile, her deeply sunken eyes shining brightly.

An Ruoxi was stunned, raising her head to recognize the woman in tattered clothes, her face covered in dirt, and her hair disheveled, she was startled: “Aunt Yun, is that you?” Her eyes immediately reddened, she grabbed her hand, which was now just skin and bones: “Aunt Yun, how did you end up like this? Where’s Shuntian?” “Aunt Yun, what happened to you?” An Ruoxi was shocked and heartbroken, Aunt Yun used to be so pretty and young, why had she changed so much in five years?

“What Shuntian, there’s no such person, I don’t know him…” Du Yunxi kept backing away, shaking her head, appearing somewhat mentally unstable.

Suddenly, Du Yunxi looked up, saw the man next to An Ruoxi, and fell to the ground, holding her head, screaming.

“Aunt Yun, don’t scare me, what’s wrong with you?” An Ruoxi knelt down, anxious, not noticing Leng Haoyin’s face darken the moment he saw Du Yunxi, his eyes stormy, covering up his deep unease.

“He, he’s a murderer.” Du Yunxi trembled and hid behind An Ruoxi, pointing shakily at Leng Haoyin.

An Ruoxi was taken aback, thinking she was talking nonsense: “Aunt Yun, don’t talk nonsense, he’s my fiancé.”

Du Yunxi became even more agitated, gripping An Ruoxi tightly: “No, he is a murderer, Guoqiang was killed by him, if it weren’t for him, Guoqiang wouldn’t have had that car accident…”

Boom-An Ruoxi’s mind exploded like a thunderclap, and even after Du Yunxi was taken away by her son Du Shuntian, she was still in a state of shock. The car accident that killed her parents years ago was really bizarre, how could it suddenly happen? Although Shuntian explained that Aunt Yun had been mentally unstable for five years, often talking nonsense, and frequently not recognizing her own son, this matter concerned her father’s death, and she couldn’t help but feel panicked.

…

Back at home, Leng Haoyin’s complex gaze watched her as she bit her lip, her face unusually pale, her body trembling, his heart aching as he held her: “If you have any doubts, just say them, I’ll tell you the truth, don’t hold it in.”

What was bound to come would always come; he couldn’t hide it from her forever.

An Ruoxi finally reacted, staring into his deep eyes, her gaze sharper than ever: “Is what Aunt Yun said true? Don’t dismiss me, I want the truth.”

Her overly calm words made Leng Haoyin even more uneasy, he seriously answered her, yet his response was vague: “It could be said to be true, or it could be said not to be.”

“I want the truth.” She began to scream hysterically, he admitted it, her father’s death really was connected to him.