A promise to grow old together?

Ruan Xianxian's vision blurred as memories of yesterday flashed before her eyes. When she came to her senses, she was greeted by an incomparably handsome face and a pair of narrow eyes that were waiting with barely suppressed madness.

Like a humble prisoner awaiting his death sentence, he uses up his last bit of courage to wait for a vague answer.

The veins on his neck were visible beneath the collar of his trench coat, his Adam's apple bobbed nervously, and the large hand that had been holding her slender waist moved back and forth anxiously before finally falling limply in response.

Ruan Xianxian admits that he is crazy, but also beautiful!

When she came to her senses, she heard her own voice echo throughout the carriage: "Okay!"

She felt she must be going crazy!

All the fantasies about their other half that they once had in their minds, whether they were sunny and cheerful or taciturn and reserved, vanished like countless bubbles in front of Miyano.

She asked herself honestly, did she like Miyano?

The answer is undoubtedly yes!

Whether it was the brief time they spent together in childhood, or the regret of not being able to see him one last time before she died in her previous life, it all started from their reunion in this life, from the moment his eyes could only hold her...

Ruan Xianxian has no intention of letting go!

One recklessly commits violence in the street and runs people over with his car, while the other goes clubbing in his own family's graveyard in the dead of night.

She could almost foresee how chaotic their future life would be after they got together...

Ruan Xianxian had never known before that she had such a special XP.

Having received the answer, Miyano's frenzied, obsessive, and fervent emotions all subsided into a state of calm.

His large, bony hands tried several times to pull a cigarette from the pack, but failed each time. His voice was so hoarse it was almost unrecognizable.

"You really agreed?"

Ruan Xianxian raised an eyebrow: "It can be changed at any time."

Miyano didn't look at her: "I was captured and sent to the Japanese military research lab for reformation when I was four years old. I have a special ability in my body that is somewhere between mental power and air. I am also seven years older than you."

"If you come with me, you'll not only be my wife, but I'll also treat you like a precious jewel."

He paused for a long time, turned his head to the side, and then asked, "Don't you want to think about it seriously?"

"While I can still speak like a human being, if you later change your mind and regret the hasty decision you made today and want to leave, I'm afraid I might not be able to act like a human being."

Ruan Xianxian clicked her tongue a few times, looking at Gong Ye with a playful smile in her eyes: "Now you're not so much like a human, but more like a creature called a domineering CEO."

"I've thought it through, and I won't regret it. I still love the way you drove and hit someone for me, without considering the consequences."

His dark eyes intensified as he met the fairy's leisurely and playful gaze. Though her small mouth uttered words of no regret, Gong Ye paused, then suddenly turned to the side, pressed her down, and kissed her.

Their lips met, their teeth intertwined. He felt that all the forbearance and restraint he had cultivated in the research lab were a complete joke, so fragile that they would collapse at the slightest touch.

He tried his best not to hurt her, but when she collapsed in his arms and he finally let her go, he saw a hazy spring light in her eyes and a red on her lips that was different from the color of spring.

Miyano raised his hand and used his fingertips to wipe away the tears welling up in her eyes as she became emotional, then put one hand on the steering wheel and stepped on the gas.

With his other hand, he held tightly the little girl beside him, who was still in a daze and had her mouth slightly open.

The car stopped outside the restaurant, and Gong Ye gently straightened Ruan Xianxian's disheveled clothes. "Go back and rest well. I'll go deal with that factory manager."

Ruan Xianxian smiled, opened the car door, jumped out, and turned around, resting her forearms on the car window: "Go quickly and come back quickly. When you get back, check the homework and see if your skills have improved."

Then Miyano changed her sitting posture, and the mischievous little fairy laughed even more happily: "What are you thinking about? I mean, I'm checking if your people-handling skills have improved."

Miyano felt helpless. She reached into the back seat and picked up a food box containing the meal she had prepared before leaving.

Braised pork slices, braised pig's trotters, and snow-white red bean paste, all favorites of young girls.

"What's in there?" Ruan Xianxian opened the food box and saw three dishes she liked. She then took the net bag that Gong Ye handed her.

Chocolate, ladyfingers, and canned fruit.

Seeing that her hands were full, Miyano opened the car door and said, "Eat all your food. Your waist is too thin. Let me help you carry it upstairs."

Ruan Xianxian walked around to the driver's side, rested her elbow against the door, and slowly brought her face closer to the man inside the car, lowering her voice: "Don't be fooled by its small size, it's very resilient. I'll let you try it after we get married."

Miyano suddenly paused. The little fairy noticed that no one was around, so she mischievously pecked him on the lips. Her lively gaze moved down and lingered on a spot that had not yet faded.

"Don't get out of the car. How can you help me like this? I'll help you next time!"

After saying that, like a sly fox that had just stolen some fish, he darted into the restaurant lobby without looking back.

Miyano suddenly smiled.

He lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, flicked the ash off his cigarette with his hand outside the window, and finally couldn't help but click his tongue.

The mischievous little fairy...

Back on the second floor of the guest room, Ruan Xianxian put down the food box, her face already flushed. She buried her head in the blanket and kicked around on it with her little feet.

Once the blush on her face had faded, she tentatively poked her head out, and only after confirming it was safe did she tiptoe out of bed to eat.

The continuous travel had taken its toll; even though his body, transformed by the spiritual spring, wasn't physically tired, his spirit was somewhat weary.

The child obediently finished all the food in the box, took a shower, and went to bed to rest.

The very next second that Ruan Xianxian fell asleep, a large group of people arrived at the provincial capital's public security bureau, led by Zheng Hongkuan, a short, balding man with a receding hairline.

The police officer on duty in the lobby saw him, blew on the tea leaves in his teacup, looked up, and greeted him familiarly.

"Oh! Director Zheng, what brings you here? What brings you here?"

Looking at the five or six people following behind him, they were all dressed in police uniforms.

It's surprising that these days there are still things that textile factories can't handle on their own, requiring them to bring people to the police station.

After experiencing the crazy old woman Ruan Xianxian burning newspapers for his ancestors in the office, and almost being criticized by a madwoman on his way to the security department, Zheng Hongkuan's face was really not in a good mood at the moment!

"Where is your bureau chief? I need to speak with him."

The police officer pointed behind him, indicating that the bureau chief was in his office.

As soon as the door opened, Zheng Hongkuan's expression changed completely: "Brother-in-law, I was almost burned to death in the office. You almost never saw me again."

The man behind the desk stiffened, put down his pen, and looked up. He had a typical square face and exuded an imposing, authoritative aura.

"Someone deliberately set fire to the textile factory? You should just arrest and deal with them directly. Why come here? Have you offended someone you can't afford to mess with?"

He knew his brother-in-law's character well; he was bold but timid, and he had secured his position as the textile factory manager through connections. His family had also helped him quell many major and minor troubles.

His limited perspective is no excuse for people to bully him; as the saying goes, even when beating a dog, one must consider its owner…

After clarifying the situation and learning that it was just a translator sent from the county, Wei Zhiping grabbed his work clothes from the back of the chair:

"Let's go! Let's talk to the manager of the Lakeside Hotel. It's outrageous to protect someone who committed arson."