Daddy, Mommy Ran Away

An Ruoxi gave him a speechless glance, feeling an overwhelming sourness in the vast office. Shaking her head, she started to leave, but a displeased growl followed from behind: “Where are you going?”

Were you meeting another man?

Anger covered Leng Haoyin’s face, his mood irritable to the extreme. He hated feeling ignored. He hadn’t even eaten, yet she hadn’t tried to appease him? Was she in such a hurry to go somewhere?

“You’re a mommy, about to be married, yet still unknowing restraint. Now, who are you off to meet? Is Zuo Junchen waiting for you downstairs again?” He crushed the cigarette in his hand with force, dropping it into the ashtray, his words unfiltered by thought…

But right after speaking, seeing her face turn pale, a sense of guilt welled up within him, regretting his words. He knew she wasn’t that kind of person; he trusted her completely. Yet the feeling of being ignored was too painful; he spoke without thinking in his frustration, but his pride prevented him from admitting his fault.

A hurt look appeared in her clear, spring-like eyes, but her face glowed with anger, her teeth biting down on her lip, leaving a row of marks: “You really are the pinnacle of boredom, always making a fuss over nothing. I can’t be bothered with you.”

An Ruoxi turned to leave.

Her pained expression captured perfectly in his gaze, like a hammer to his heart. Seeing her disappointed turn made Leng Haoyin quickly step forward, wrapping his arms around her from behind, his solid chest outlining her petite frame. She was so small, so tiny, it felt like he could crush her into himself: “Where am I making a fuss?”

His words came out somewhat defiantly: “You know that Zuo Junchen is up to no good, yet you still hang out with him, even forgetting about me for a meal. Is this how someone behaves when they’re someone’s wife? If I starve to death, what will you tell our children?”

Pressed tightly against him, An Ruoxi couldn’t help but find it both funny and irritating, managing a rueful laugh, her lips curling into a taunting smile: “Let me starve then. What do I need to explain to the kids? If they cry for their daddy, I’ll just find them a new one.”

“Very funny, An Ruoxi,” Leng Haoyin’s nose almost crooked with rage, his large hand spun her around, his eyes blazing as he threatened through gritted teeth: “Take back what you just said, or see how I’ll punish you.”

Suddenly, he pulled her close, his head lowering to capture her lips, one hand firmly on her waist, the other gripping her head, tilting her chin up to meet his stormy kiss.

The kiss started with a forceful bite, slowly softening to a gentle caress, their tongues playfully mingling…

What started as a punishment slowly turned sweeter, his gaze darkening with a familiar desire.

Seeing her lips moistened by his kiss, Leng Haoyin let out a devilish smile: “I don’t mind setting things straight right here.”

His hand began to wander restlessly behind her back, eventually slipping under her collar. An Ruoxi flinched, slapping away his wandering hand. Her eyes glanced at the clock; it was past one. If they continued, there’d be nowhere open to buy him food.

“Let go,” her temper flaring, her eyes softening somewhat when she saw the time: “Are you going to eat or not?”

“Starve, then,” he muttered, releasing her and sinking onto the sofa. He pulled out a cigarette and began to smoke furiously.

“You-I admit, I went to eat with my senior without telling you, that was my mistake. But he’s a good friend of mine. In Milan, he helped me graduate; he’s like a brother to me. Don’t think so lowly of him. What are you jealous of, seriously? It’s time for work; I’m leaving.”

“Hmph-” Leng Haoyin watched her leave with a cold snort, sitting behind the Executive Chair, his feet up on the desk as the tobacco smoke filled the air…

He was still uncertain about Zuo Junchen’s intentions and whether he harbored any grudge against the Leng Family, but one thing he knew for sure: whatever he had, Zuo Junchen would want to take.

An Ruoxi stood at the entrance of the building, considering her next move. There seemed to be a Sichuan restaurant nearby.

Unbeknownst to her, just as she left, a silver Bugatti slowly pulled up at the building’s entrance. The car door opened, and a pair of white, diamond-studded princess shoes touched the ground, sparkling brilliantly under the sun, heralding the arrival of a woman of prestigious status.

Following closely, a girl in a white silk gown stepped out, her shoulder-length hair playfully swinging, her fair skin offset by petal-red lips. Lifting her head, she saw the glistening sign above the building, her eyes shining with bright, moon-like light, her smile blooming like a snow lotus in winter.

She was about to take the president’s private elevator but was stopped, fortunately running into Shen Jun just returning from lunch. The surprise and joy were momentary, quickly replaced by worry and confusion: “Uncle Zeng, Sister Qing?”

As the elevator ascended, the red light flickering, so did her excited heart, more fearful the more excited she became.

Why did it feel like years had passed, though it had only been a few days since she last saw Brother Yin?