mtl008 Chapter 43: A Passerby in a CEO Romance Novel (43)
Chapter 43: A Passerby in a CEO Romance Novel (43)
During the few days of wedding preparations, Rong Jing was basically busy running around, while Le Yan would just sit by, bringing food and drinks and joining in the fun.
Aside from the time spent choosing the wedding dress and taking wedding photos, which made her a little tired, Rong Jing took care of everything else, so she didn't have to worry about anything at all.
Sometimes, when Le Yan was sitting next to Rong Jing, she felt it wasn't quite right, so she would bring him a glass of water and massage his shoulders. But usually, she would be the one being massaged by Rong Jing instead.
Then she learned her lesson and only brought water, without massaging her shoulders.
However, one can only hide for a time, not forever. She could avoid the massage during the day, but she couldn't escape it at night.
This perfectly describes the newlywed couple's lifestyle of partying every night.
After all this back and forth, Leyan was starting to get a little scared of Rong Jing.
He's not weak, but she's about to lose hers.
That night, Le Yan, who was holding her aching back, felt that this was not right. She glanced at the person taking a shower in the misty bathroom, rummaged through the pillows, and decisively picked him up and left.
Excessive indulgence is bad; she should sleep with her mother instead.
She hadn't run more than a few steps when she was grabbed by the neck and dragged back.
"What are you running for?"
"No way!"
Rong Jing, who had just finished showering, still had water droplets dripping from his short hair. He had a towel tied around his waist, his chest was wet, and water droplets slid down his sexy collarbone and landed on his firm, bulging eight-pack abs, making him exude hormones that were almost overwhelming.
Unable to resist swallowing, Le Yan covered her face and wailed, "Help! I don't want to become a pervert!"
Ever since the night they got their marriage certificate, Rong Jing has been seducing her every night, as if some switch had been flipped.
But she was still hopeless, falling for his tricks every night.
If this continues, she's definitely doomed.
Rong Jing clearly saw Le Yan's subtle movements and expressions. His eyes flickered slightly, and a wicked smile appeared on his lips, a stark contrast to his usual gentle and refined demeanor.
He leaned slightly forward, raised his hand, and held the back of her head. With a little force, Le Yan looked up in surprise.
Their moist lips met, their breaths mingling. He pressed his lips down heavily, his tongue smoothly invading her teeth, enticing her to dance with his.
Unlike Rong Jing during the day, he was always exceptionally domineering and ruthless in matters of the heart, as if he wanted to plunder everything from Le Yan, wishing he could devour her whole and never be separated from her again.
Her breath was completely overwhelmed, and Le Yan was breathing with some difficulty. Her delicate, white fingers, as thin as scallion roots, gripped his bath towel tightly, making the tightly tied towel loose and about to fall off completely with just a little force.
Suddenly everything went dark; Rong Jing had turned off the lights.
"I want you—"
A muffled sobbing sound could be faintly heard. In the dark room, only two figures remained entwined until the first light of dawn.
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"Lele, some things are best done in moderation, don't do them too often."
Leyan slept until the afternoon again before getting up. While she was eating, her mother gave her a reminder.
"Cough cough... cough cough..."
Le Yan was so frightened by her mother's words that she choked on her words. Her face turned red and she dared not say a word.
Le's mother patted her back helplessly, gave her a reproachful look, and said, "I didn't scold you, I just wanted to tell you not to overindulge in sex. Did you have to be so scared?"
She's been through it all, so she doesn't feel ashamed at all when talking about these things, and she doesn't know that Le Yan is just shy.
She didn't want to interfere in her daughter's bedroom affairs, but before the girl got married, she would at least sleep until nine or ten in the morning. After getting married, she didn't get up until three or four in the afternoon every day, and as her mother, she was worried about her health.
She couldn't easily tell her son-in-law about this, so she could only come and give her daughter some advice.
Having a good relationship with your son-in-law is one thing, but being healthy is the most important thing.
Listening to her mother's nagging, Le Yan looked utterly hopeless.
Is she trying to indulge in debauchery?
It's all because that bastard Rong Jing couldn't stop them!
Le Yan gritted her teeth in anger; when had she not tried to stop him every night?
Which night did they stop them?
But this person still said righteously, "I'll listen to you about things outside the bed, but you listen to me about things inside the bed."
Pshaw, listen to him, then she'll be the one who suffers.
It really pisses me off!
Le Yan clenched her fists and ground her teeth, wanting only to sharpen her teeth so she could bite Rong Jing to death.
Looking at her mother who was talking about her again, Leyan had a sudden thought and came up with a good idea.
She smiled slightly, moved closer to her mother, hugged her arm, and said in a spoiled tone, "Mommy~ can I sleep with you tonight?"
“This…” Mom hesitated for a moment.
Seeing Leyan blinking her watery eyes at her, she could only nod helplessly: "Okay, okay, then remember to tell Xiaorong, okay?"
"Yay... ... Hiss!"
As soon as her mother agreed, Leyan jumped up and down on the spot, and then her sore waist taught her a lesson.
"What's wrong? Where does it hurt?" Hearing a cry of pain, Le's mother quickly got up.
Le Yan, clutching her aching back, twisted her face inwardly, cursing Rong Jing for being heartless. But outwardly, she waved her hand and pulled her mother to sit down, saying, "It's nothing, it's just a leg cramp. I'll be fine after a rest."
"Is it really okay?"
"fine!"
Seeing that Leyan really wasn't feeling unwell, Leyan's mother finally felt relieved.
He added, "Then remember to tell Xiaorong, so he won't be worried if he can't find you."
Knowing exactly how much her son-in-law valued her daughter, Le's mother repeatedly gave her instructions.
Leyan wasn't one to cause trouble, so she naturally nodded in agreement.
She will definitely inform Rong Jing, but not now.
Otherwise, she was afraid Rong Jing wouldn't be able to stay at the company and would just leave early to come back and catch her.
With a wicked thought brewing in her mind, Le Yan precisely timed her message to Rong Jing a little before nine o'clock.
Wife: "I'm sleeping with Mom tonight, you can stay home alone."
The traffic lights blocked the flow of traffic. Rong Jing, who was eager to get home, had a big smile on his face before seeing the news, but his expression turned blank after seeing it.
He knows it!
He used to leave work on time and go home to be with his wife, but today he worked overtime for a while and his wife ran off to his mother-in-law's arms. Rong Jing pursed his lips, feeling extremely disgusted with the culprits who made him have to spend his days alone.
He would have looked down on a bunch of scum.
But now, they all have to die!
"Liu Feng, remember to send the message to the Rong family. Don't let them be kept in the dark and know nothing about it."
Speaking in a calm tone, he uttered chilling words. Liu Feng, the assistant driving the car, silently lit three candles in his heart for those restless Rong family members.
Tell me, of all people to mess with, why did you have to provoke Mr. Rong?
Did you know that since two years ago, the surname "Rong" in Haicheng has only belonged to one person?
Liu Feng shook his head inwardly and silently mourned for the foreseeable fate of the Rong family for three seconds.
When he returned to the villa, as expected, he couldn't find his beloved wife in the room, and Rong Jing immediately disliked the room.
When my wife is here, everything here is wonderful.
With my wife gone, this place is no different from a cold palace.
Hmph, if you can't even keep the mistress of the house, what use are you?!
At this moment, Rong Jing's resentment was rising, comparable to that of the Evil Sword Immortal, and he found everything annoying.
Luckily, they don't have a dog, otherwise any passing dog could have slapped him twice.
Lying in bed, holding his wife's clothes, Rong Jing felt a sense of desolation.
He was lonely and isolated.
He didn't want to be alone in his empty room.