Daddy, Mommy Ran Away

An Ruoxi looked up in shock, her startled eyes meeting Leng Haoyin’s perfect profile. It was clear from his tense expression that he was not pleased. His brows, as sharp as a lion’s mane, were knitted together, and his smooth forehead was dotted with beads of cold sweat.

What was Leng Haoyin doing here?

His chest was burning hot, yet the aura he exuded made her feel cold. Although his gaze wasn’t on her face, being held by him felt like she was caught between fire and ice.

An Ruoxi was tightly embraced by him, her head resting against his firm chest. She could easily sense his slightly rapid breathing and his heartbeat, which seemed faster than usual, causing her own heart to drum wildly in response.

Before she could fully process the situation, a deep, powerful voice fell from above, laced with a hint of sarcasm: “Thanks to Young Master Zuo for taking time out of his busy schedule to have dinner with my wife. When I marry her, I’ll be sure to invite you for a proper meal.”

Upon hearing this, Zuo Junchen’s handsome face, as flawless as a jade crown, broke into an unrestrained smile. His laughter was as refreshing as a breeze, and his long, almond-shaped eyes sparkled as he shifted his gaze from Leng Haoyin’s cold face to An Ruoxi’s: “It’s too early to thank me, isn’t it, Ruoxi?”

“You haven’t even set a wedding date, so naturally, she’s not anyone’s yet. Every man still has the right to pursue her, isn’t that right, dear Ruoxi?” With a mischievous smile, Zuo Junchen glanced meaningfully at Leng Haoyin’s face, which had turned as dark as charcoal, clearly enjoying himself.

The jealousy was palpable. Leng Haoyin’s deep voice struggled to suppress the rising anger, his chiseled face now cold as ice, with a fiery glint in his deep eyes.

“Scoff.” Watching the angry figure storm away, the smile on Zuo Junchen’s lips turned enigmatic. His grin widened, realizing he had found Leng Haoyin’s greatest weakness.

…

In the elegant restaurant, the air conditioning was cool and refreshing, while outside, the sun blazed fiercely. A black Bugatti was racing wildly down the street. Annoyed, Leng Haoyin hadn’t even turned on the air conditioning, his strong hand repeatedly pounding the steering wheel, making the cramped car hot enough to cook an egg.

The thought of calling her countless times without a response fueled his anger. Although he trusted that nothing was going on between her and Zuo Junchen, seeing her with another man made him extremely uncomfortable…

Her heart skipped a beat, and she barely dared to breathe, fearing any movement might provoke the driver.

The atmosphere in the car was tense and oppressive, with only the sound of their intertwined breathing filling the silence…

…

Back at the office, Leng Haoyin sat on the sofa, glaring at her. The silence from the drive back had finally turned into anger, exploding in an instant.

“Did you eat?”

“You finally remembered?” Leng Haoyin’s voice grew deeper at her words. He pulled off his tie, a hint of irritation creeping into his expression, his lips curling into a cold smile: “I’m full.”

“Huh?” An Ruoxi was taken aback. How could he have eaten and found her in such a short time?

Her surprised expression was captured perfectly in his eyes, his cold smile widening: “Full of anger.” In truth, he was also full of jealousy.

Seeing the concern on her face, the fire in his heart dimmed slightly, though his tone remained harsh: “Where’s your phone?”

She scratched her head, smiling awkwardly: “My phone, it seems I lost it… Let’s go eat first, you haven’t eaten yet.” As she spoke, she tugged at his elbow.

Knowing she hadn’t intentionally ignored his calls, Leng Haoyin’s anger hadn’t completely subsided. He stood up, gripping her shoulders, and glared at her through gritted teeth: “From now on, don’t meet with him again, understand?”