mtl008 Chapter 41: A Passerby in a CEO Romance Novel (41)
Chapter 41: A Passerby in a CEO Romance Novel (41)
Seeing the three people being stopped by the traffic police, Rong Jing put his arm around Le Yan's waist and casually waved the marriage certificate in front of them.
Then, as if only then noticing their presence, he smiled broadly, "President Gu, Young Master Shen, and Miss You, what brings you here?"
"Oh, by the way, since the three of you are all in Haicheng, why don't you attend my and Leyan's wedding before going back to Jiangcheng?"
"With your blessings, I believe that my future married life with Leyan will be harmonious, happy and fulfilling."
Afraid of not provoking Gu Yunting and the others, Rong Jing flipped through the marriage certificate while talking, seemingly unintentionally showing them the photo on the certificate, and even sighed, "It's a pity we weren't wearing matching outfits, otherwise we would have looked even more like a perfect match."
"But this is good too. Look how sweet we are together."
Ignoring the three venomous gazes, Rong Jing continued talking to Le Yan.
Le Yan asked him to hold her hand, listening to what he was saying, but her eyes were fixed on the three people in front of her.
Especially Gu Yunting.
Meeting Gu Yunting's eyes, which were filled with sadness, Le Yan felt a little guilty and looked away, thus failing to see the madness and malice hidden behind his sadness.
He won't let go.
Never! Never! Let go!
After taking one last look at the two people standing together, seemingly a perfect match, Gu Yunting calmly followed the traffic police away.
Shen Mubai and You Wenwen followed closely behind.
So what if you're married? You can get divorced or become widowed.
They can also be completely immoral as a third party.
Marriage is just that; it's not the end.
As she watched the three leave one after another, Le Yan's heart began to race.
The experiment has yielded results; she was naive. These guys don't seem like the type to give up easily.
Rong Jing grasped Le Yan's hand, bringing her back to her senses, and said gently with a smile, "Yan Yan, let's go, let's go back to our home."
"Ah."
Rong Jing doesn't live in the Rong family's old house; he has his own place to live. When he took Le Yan back, he had already arranged for someone to pick up Le's mother as well.
Leyan was pleasantly surprised to see her mother at the villa.
"Yan Yan, I have no parents, so your mother is my mother. We will take care of her together and be filial to her from now on."
Le Yan and her mother knew that Rong Jing's parents had died early, and because of this, Le Yan's mother had always felt especially sorry for her child.
Now that the two have finally tied the knot and she has found a great son-in-law, Le's mother is overjoyed.
"Hey, you two just need to live your own lives from now on, don't worry about me."
All she wants is for her daughter to be happy. As for herself, she's not old yet and doesn't need to rely on her daughter and son-in-law.
But Leyan didn't like hearing that. "Mom, you're in charge of me when I'm young, but you're not allowed to say anything about us not needing to take care of you. Otherwise, I'll get angry!"
Le Yan had to admit that when she agreed to marry Rong Jing, a significant part of the emotion that flashed through her mind was because Rong Jing was very good to her mother.
No matter when or where, Rong Jing always made proper arrangements and took good care of her mother, which was both out of love for her and also because he was a very good person.
Looking back at Rong Jing, who was solemnly locking the marriage certificate in a safe, Le Yan couldn't help but chuckle: "Is this really necessary? Even a thief wouldn't steal a marriage certificate, would they?"
Rong Jing shook his head in disagreement, "It's very necessary."
Thieves may not steal, but rivals may.
He not only had to lock it in a safe, but also put it in a secret room for comprehensive protection to prevent it from being stolen.
This isn't just any ordinary little red book; it's his and Leyan's marriage certificate!
Sitting on the sofa, swinging her legs idly, Le Yan couldn't understand Rong Jing's cautious demeanor, but she didn't say anything more.
He just looked around, surveying the room.
After getting their marriage certificate, she and Rong Jing were husband and wife, so naturally they should share a room.
And this is their bedroom.
Belatedly realizing what was happening, Le Yan's hand went limp, a hint of shyness crept into her eyes, and she felt a little embarrassed.
She had been in relationships, but because of her conservative nature, she and Gu Yunting had only ever hugged; they had never been intimate or anything like that.
Her first kiss was taken by Jiang Yanzhe, that sickly and spoiled boy. In fact, it wasn't even a real kiss; it was just their lips touching.
So, the thought of suddenly entering married life and experiencing things she had only read about in novels made Le Yan's face burn with embarrassment.
The heat kept rising, and Leyan no longer dared to look up.
She was afraid that if she looked up, her gaze would unconsciously fall on certain places, and she would be so embarrassed!
Her legs stopped swaying, and she sat upright on the sofa. When Rong Jing came out of the secret room, he saw Le Yan's well-behaved appearance.
He raised an eyebrow in confusion, then stepped forward curiously, crouching down to ask, "What's wrong? Yan Yan, are you feeling unwell?"
His voice rang in her ears, and Le Yan could even feel his breath brushing against her ear tips, sending chills down her spine.
Unable to resist covering her ears, Le Yan quickly moved to the side and replied, "No, no, I'm not feeling unwell."
But her behavior clearly indicated a problem. Rong Jing frowned, reached out and took her hand, his tone slightly serious, "Yan Yan, we're already married. You can tell me anything."
Seeing that Leyan didn't respond, he added, "I'll worry if you do this."
Her wrist was gripped tightly, the heat close to hers, and Le Yan felt her skin getting hot.
She paused for a moment before stammering, "That...we..."
She stammered and couldn't get the words out.
Rong Jing tilted his head slightly to look at her, his eyes gentle and tender, as if encouraging her, "What happened between us? Tell me."
"I..." Le Yan suddenly stood up, lifted her leg to walk out, and muttered, "I'm going to see if Mom is asleep. Senior, you go to sleep first!"
In her haste, Leyan reverted to calling him "senior."
Rong Jing was initially taken aback by her sudden action, but after hearing her words, he quickly understood what Le Yan meant.
He couldn't help but chuckle. Rong Jing stood up gracefully, took a long stride, and stopped Le Yan before she could open the door.
A slender, fair hand pressed against the door, and with a slight force, the door, which had been opened a crack, was closed again.
An extra hand appeared around her waist, and before Le Yan could react, Rong Jing had swept her up in his arms.
He turned her over, carefully laid her down on the bed, leaned down, and enveloped her in his hot breath. His slightly husky voice was incredibly magnetic, "Yan Yan, on our wedding night, where do you want to go?"
Completely enveloped, with her newlywed husband's eyes filled with lust before her, Le Yan stiffened, shrinking back in fear. "I...I..."
She simply couldn't express herself, her almond-shaped eyes gradually welling up with tears, filled with both trepidation and helplessness.
Rong Jing stared intently at her, his previously suppressed desires suddenly unleashed, instantly overwhelming his entire body.
His breathing gradually became heavy, and the arms around Le Yan's waist tightened, as if he wanted to embed her whole body into his own.
"Yan Yan, we are husband and wife, it's only natural for us to do whatever we want."
Especially matters of sexual relations.
The magnetic, alluring voice seduced her, and her hand was guided to touch the firm muscles through the thin fabric.
Touching and teasing.
He teaches, she learns.
Successfully completed the training.
Sweat beaded on her forehead, gradually sliding down and disappearing into her clothes past her delicate collarbone.
Every time he looked at Leyan, his gaze deepened, and his desire intensified, causing Leyan to involuntarily follow his lead.
"Yan Yan——"
"Yan Yan——"
"Wife—"
With each passionate call, Le Yan gradually sank into the endless tide of emotion.
Then, they completely succumbed to depravity.