Although Nangong Jue was extremely dissatisfied with Qiao Qiao's behavior of taking his wife to a hotel, he dared not show it and even sent someone to deliver a dress and matching jewelry that same day.

"The Duke is getting more and more considerate these days." Qiao Qiao glanced at the expensive dress and then looked at Le Yao teasingly. "Looks like he's been trained quite well."

"Who told him to work for me now?" Le Yao turned around triumphantly in front of the mirror. "If I'm unhappy, he might leave with nothing." The white, off-the-shoulder, ankle-length fitted dress looked quite ethereal. "This dress is really nice; you should try it on too." She then put on a pearl necklace.

Qiao Qiao didn't refuse and immediately changed into a bright red cheongsam-style dress that perfectly showcased her curvaceous figure: "Nangong Jue has good taste, at least I'm very satisfied." He also paired it with a set of ruby ​​jewelry.

Both outfits and jewelry perfectly suited their personalities.

"If he's satisfied, that's good. If he's not satisfied, he deserves to be scolded."

"Hey darling, you look great now, really cool." Qiao Qiao said, taking off her dress and hanging it on the rack. "But, I heard there's some little vixen causing trouble?"

"Yes, Qiao is a mixed-race little devil." Yue Yao sighed.

"Go ahead and confront her!" Qiao Qiao glared. "If that doesn't work, beat her up. If one person can't beat her, we'll gang up on her. I, President Qiao, have never been afraid of anyone in a fight."

“I did argue with him.” Le Yao laughed. “How could I embarrass you? But I’m still very satisfied with Nangong Jue’s performance.”

Qiao Qiao raised an eyebrow.

"It's not his fault that he's good-looking," Le Yao sighed. "Besides, it also shows that I have good taste, doesn't it?"

"What a disgrace!" Qiao Qiao rolled her eyes at her.

"Alright, my beloved, go to sleep." Le Yao winked at Qiao Qiao. "A moment of blissful night is worth a thousand pieces of gold."

"Come on, baby." Qiao Qiao pounced on the big bed.

I slept soundly through the night.

The next morning, the two were still woken up on time by their biological clocks. After washing up, they went down to the hotel garden for a run.

In a room upstairs, Cui Peng also got up early and habitually stood by the window to drink a glass of water. Suddenly, his eyes paused, and he hurriedly stuck his head out of the window to look down. Although he lived on the fifteenth floor, he still recognized Le Yao at a glance.

Why is this girl in the hotel too?

After a moment's hesitation, he hurriedly put down his water glass, changed into a tracksuit, and went out.

After jogging for half an hour, Le Yao and Qiao Qiao started doing stretching exercises.

"Alan?" Cui Peng's surprised voice came from inside. "Is it really you?"

Le Yao turned her head and couldn't help but smile: "Uncle, what a coincidence." Although she really didn't want to acknowledge this relative, Cui Na and Cui Peng were, after all, from the same father, and they couldn't escape their blood ties.

"This must be Mr. Qiao?" Cui Peng couldn't help but look at Qiao Qiao. "Nice to meet you. I am Cui Peng from the Beichuan Cui family, and also Alan's uncle, a blood relative." As he spoke, he took out a business card and handed it over.

"Mr. Cui." Qiao Qiao took the business card and glanced at it. "That's very thoughtful of you. You even bring your business card when you go out for a morning exercise."

Cui Peng's smile stiffened for a moment, then he chuckled twice: "I'm used to it, I'm used to it. I hope we can have a chance to work together sometime."