These three are not people they can afford to offend; they are high-level VIPs and major clients!

Therefore, An Yiruo experienced an unprecedented level of service today.

All the staff were very friendly.

The three of them were put in one room, where they chatted while getting massages.

Afterwards, An Yiruo felt that her skin was smooth, firm, and fair.

After the three of them finished their meal, they went shopping at the mall.

Gu Wanting gave An Yiruo a complete makeover from head to toe, inside and out, to ward off bad luck.

When I got home, I saw Mo Jingchen sitting on the sofa, reading a financial magazine.

"Did you miss me today?" An Yiruo walked over and sat down next to him, putting her arms around his neck.

"Where did you go today?" Mo Jingchen put down the magazine in his hand, took off his glasses, and put his hand on An Yiruo's waist.

"Mom and Grandma took me to a spa, then we ate and went shopping, that's all."

"Hmm, let me see if our An'an has become more beautiful after going out for a while."

"Look, don't you think my skin is so delicate and smooth, like a baby's?" An Yiruo showed a section of her forearm to Mo Jingchen.

"Yes, that's true. But we'll need to look closer to know for sure."

“Look,” An Yiruo stretched her arm even closer.

Mo Jingchen leaned forward slightly and then placed a kiss on An Yiruo's arm.

"Ugh. How annoying," An Yiruo immediately pulled her arm away.

"Didn't An'an just tell me to take a closer look?" Mo Jingchen moved closer and closer, his handsome face growing larger and larger in front of her...

Until their four lips touched, An Yiruo uttered a sound: "Mmm~"

"No one's home today, are we staying here?" Mo Jingchen's voice was low and husky, trying to coax An Yiruo to sit on the sofa...

Looking at the empty living room, even though Uncle Wang and the others weren't there today, she still felt a little uneasy...

“Next time…” An Yiruo placed her hands on his chest as a form of refusal.

"Next time, An'an, you're not allowed to refuse again," Mo Jingchen said softly, then picked An Yiruo up and carried her straight to the bedroom...

On the soft, large bed, two figures sank in together, inseparable...

"Gurgle, gurgle~", An Yiruo clutched her stomach tightly, trying not to let it make any more noise.

Unfortunately... things didn't go as planned, and her stomach continued to protest.

Are you hungry?

"Hmm. I've been serving you since I got home, and I haven't even had dinner yet."

"What do you want to eat? I'll make it," Mo Jingchen said, looking at the person in his arms with doting affection.

Her bare shoulders, slightly disheveled hair scattered on the pillow, slightly swollen red lips, and the faint marks on her body all spoke volumes about how beautiful his An'an was!

"I want to eat a Manchu Han Imperial Feast," An Yiruo said, drawing circles in Mo Jingchen's arms.

"Change to another one. This one won't do," Mo Jingchen said, grabbing her restless little hand.

"Why?" An Yiru pouted, looking somewhat dissatisfied. However, her fingertips continued to draw circles on Mo Jingchen's chest.

“Light the fire, and you’ll be my dinner!” Mo Jingchen said, kissing her lips fiercely.

"I want to eat meat, I'm so hungry," An Yiruo said pitifully, looking at him.

"Okay, I'll grant your request."

Mo Jingchen's kiss landed once again.

"Um... I didn't mean that," An Yiruo stammered, trying to explain. She thought Mo Jingchen might have misunderstood.

"But I interpret your look just now as meaning exactly that."

Mo Jingchen lay on top of her, his voice whispering in her ear, deep and slightly hoarse, incredibly alluring at that moment…

An Yiruo once again lost herself in Mo Jingchen's tenderness...

After a fierce battle, An Yiruo was so hungry that she had no strength left.

After ordering the food, Mo Jingchen put his phone back on the bedside table, carried her to the bathroom, cleaned her up, changed her clothes, carried her downstairs, and sat her at the dining table.

An Yiruo opened the lunch boxes on the table one by one, and the aroma of the food wafted into her nose. She couldn't wait to pick up her chopsticks and put a piece of sweet and sour pork ribs into her mouth.

It was delicious and very satisfying. After taking one bite, I instantly felt energized and took another.

"Eat slowly, don't choke," Mo Jingchen said, handing her a water glass, worried that she might harm her health by eating too fast.

An Yiru rolled her eyes at him, picked up her water glass, and ignored him. She continued to focus on her rice!

The last bite of meat filled her up, and she felt alive again. She regained her energy.

"Are you full?"

An Yiruo turned her head away, not wanting to pay attention to him.

"Have you eaten? Shall I take you to see something?"

An Yiruo turned her head back and stared at him with wide eyes, but still didn't say anything.

Mo Jingchen shook his head helplessly, then carried her in his arms into the study and sat her on his lap.

"Mo Jingchen, you don't still want to..."

An Yiruo tried to get down, but Mo Jingchen held her tightly, not giving her a chance to break free.

"I won't touch you, but I'll show you something."

He pointed to the computer, and following the direction of his finger, we saw him open a folder and then open a smaller folder inside it.

What comes into view are many design drawings from different angles.

"Take a look, do you like it?"

An Yiruo saw the wedding scene he had prepared for her, from the reception passage and reception area to the main stage, every detail was meticulously crafted.

The white-themed reception corridor is adorned with crystal curtains, chandeliers, and floral garlands, creating a dreamlike atmosphere.

The welcoming area is decorated with floral arrangements to create a sense of depth; every frame here is a stunning fashion editorial.

The main stage used wings as a backdrop, and the entire stage was surrounded by flowers, making it look both sacred and dreamlike.

"Why use a wing pattern as the main stage?" An Yiruo asked.

"It means... feathers embrace the sky, and I embrace you. I want you to forget the suffering and grievances you have endured in the past, and for the rest of your life, there will only be happiness and joy with me."

An Yiruo's tears fell uncontrollably; they were tears of emotion.

"Don't cry, tell me if you like me or not first," Mo Jingchen wiped away his tears, but the tears just kept flowing like a burst dam, the more he wiped, the more they flowed!

"I like it. Thank you. But... you haven't proposed to me yet!" An Yiruo cried, her voice slightly nasal.

Mo Jingchen didn't answer her question, so she pinched his face with both hands and rubbed it: "Did you hear what I said?"

"I heard you."

"so what?"

"It will all happen. If you tell it out loud, there will be no surprises."

"You're so mean, so sentimental, making me cry!" An Yiruo wiped her own tears, looking like a little tearful person herself!