Mu Yan descended the stairs and saw a black Continental parked at the entrance, a tall figure sitting on the hood.
Moonlight draped over him, cloaking him in a layer of serene glow.
She suddenly slowed her pace, sowhat afraid this was an illusion.
As if sensing sothing, he suddenly looked over.
Seeing her trudging slowly this way, he finally couldn’t resist and got up to approach her.
Mu Yan looked at the man standing in front of her, surprised, "Weren’t you supposed to arrive tomorrow?"
"With such a big incident, did Mrs. Jiang think I could just sit there?" Jiang Jingheng raised an eyebrow.
Mu Yan felt a bit guilty; she had hidden this matter from him.
She lowered her head and murmured, "I’m sorry."
Jiang Jingheng lifted his hand to cup her face, frowning, "I don’t like you saying those three words to ."
Mu Yan pouted slightly, her eyes looking innocently at him, "So you’re not angry?"
Jiang Jingheng’s light brown eyes flashed a hint of helplessness, "When was I angry? I understand why you didn’t tell ; it’s because you haven’t fully trusted , treating as your husband."
"It’s not like that." Mu Yan instinctively defended.
"Oh?" Jiang Jingheng raised his eyebrows, "Not?"
Mu Yan suddenly went silent; actually, he wasn’t wrong.
Even though their relationship was more intimate than before, and they had just confird their feelings for each other, she naturally didn’t want her matters to involve him.
Jiang Jingheng stroked her cheek and said softly, "You need to start getting used to being your man. For , your matters have never been a bother."
Mu Yan pouted slightly, "Got it."
Jiang Jingheng gazed at her tender lips, a smirk forming at the corner of his mouth, "When a wife sees her husband return, what should she do?"
"Hmm?" Mu Yan looked at him, bewildered.
Jiang Jingheng’s eyes darkened, and he suddenly kissed her.
It had only been a few days since they last t, yet he yearned for her intensely, wishing to absorb her into his very being.
Mu Yan initially struggled but soon succumbed to his dominance.
Soon she softened, wrapping her arms around his waist, clumsily responding.
The lighting here was dim, and passersby could only see two dark silhouettes entwined.
Unknown how much ti passed before Jiang Jingheng released Mu Yan, holding her in his embrace.
The feeling of being in love made Mu Yan’s heart imrse in a sweet honey-like sensation.
With him by her side, she felt very secure.
A cold voice suddenly ca from above, "I’ll handle that Zhou Lifen."
Mu Yan heard this and released him, "No, don’t interfere, I want to solve it myself."
Jiang Jingheng slightly furrowed his brow, but seeing the determination in her eyes, his heart softened instantly.
He chuckled lightly, deliberately saying, "Can you manage?"
Mu Yan glared at him, "Even if I can’t, I must."
She wants to grow independently, not only to protect Mu Chen but also to beco soone worthy of him.
And Zhou Lifen is the stepping stone; she will make her regret everything she has done.
Jiang Jingheng chuckled softly, "Mrs. Jiang has spoken, I dare not disobey."
Song Cheng’an told him that she already had a plan.
Since she wants to play, he’ll let her play.
As long as she’s happy.
Mu Yan looked at his handso face, her cheeks slightly reddened, "Are we now considered boyfriend and girlfriend or a married couple?"
Jiang Jingheng raised an eyebrow, "Is there a difference?"
Anyway, she’s his woman.
Mu Yan paused for a mont; she felt she might be overthinking since they already had their marriage certificate.
She suddenly said, "I’ve been down here for a while; I need to go up, or Mu Chen will worry."
Jiang Jingheng nodded, "Alright, I should et the little brother-in-law, too."
"Don’t!" Mu Yan imdiately stopped him.
"Hmm?"
Mu Yan whispered, "His condition has just stabilized; if he finds out about us, I’m afraid it will upset him."
Jiang Jingheng understood her ostrich ntality. After all, she was his, and he wasn’t afraid she’d run away.
He chuckled, "Looks like we’ll have to continue sneaking around."
Mu Yan, "..."
This man is being improper again.
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