After watching Uncle Wang leave, Zhang Yuanyuan sat up straight and looked at An Yiruo again before speaking.
"Don't worry, Yuanyuan. You'll find out soon," An Yiruo said, afraid that telling her would scare her, so she decided to let her see for herself later.
"Yi Ruo, I can't sit still if you don't tell me," Zhang Yuanyuan said with a wry smile.
“Yuanyuan, I believe in your ability to accept new things. Would you like some fruit?” An Yiruo quickly changed the subject, and Zhang Yuanyuan followed her lead, taking a piece of cantaloupe and putting it in her mouth.
“In that case, you need to be well-fed to have the energy to embrace new things. But speaking of which, Yi Ruo, do you live with your aunt and uncle?” Zhang Yuanyuan asked while eating fruit.
An Yiruo remained silent, smiling and shaking her head. She then glanced at the clock on the wall; Mo Jingchen would be back soon.
"Yuanyuan, stay for dinner tonight. I'll introduce you to someone."
"Who is it? Is it your boyfriend?" Zhang Yuanyuan asked An Yiruo again, her heart filled with gossip.
"Hmm... I guess so." An Yiruo thought that although she and Mo Jingchen were already married, they had only recently officially confirmed their feelings for each other. In real life, he should be considered her boyfriend rather than her husband!
"Yiruo, you've finally decided to let your boyfriend show up!" Zhang Yuanyuan smiled, then continued to speculate:
"Yi Ruo, is your boyfriend an incredibly cute puppy, and the kind who's super clingy? When he's being gentle, isn't he absolutely... irresistible?" Zhang Yuanyuan hadn't finished speaking when she saw her boss standing in front of her.
Startled, Zhang Yuanyuan immediately stood up straight and said, "President."
"Yes, please sit down."
But Zhang Yuanyuan didn't dare to sit down at that moment! She was too stiff to stand or sit, and didn't know how to react.
"Yuanyuan, sit down."
After being pulled over by An Yiruo, Zhang Yuanyuan kept giving An Yiruo meaningful glances.
"Yuanyuan, this is my boyfriend, Mo Jingchen."
"Jingchen, this is my colleague, Zhang Yuanyuan," An Yiruo introduced the two to each other.
"Yi Ruo, President... is he... your boyfriend?"
An Yiruo nodded.
"My God, I've heard such explosive news! Will I be silenced if I leave here?!" Zhang Yuanyuan's eyes widened as she looked at An Yiruo, I looked at Mo Jingchen, and then looked at myself with worry.
"What nonsense are you talking about? Time to eat," An Yiruo shook her head helplessly at Zhang Yuanyuan's words.
“Yi Ruo, I just remembered… I think I have something to do. I…”
"Sit down and eat," Mo Jingchen said, looking at Zhang Yuanyuan who was stammering beside him.
"Yes, President." With that, Zhang Yuanyuan straightened her back and sat down in the chair.
"Chen, you scared Yuanyuan!" An Yiruo said with a wry smile, looking at Zhang Yuanyuan's reaction.
"No, no. I just suddenly remembered that I'm not in a hurry to do that thing. It's my honor to have dinner with the president," Zhang Yuanyuan quickly waved her hand in denial.
Mo Jingchen didn't mind at all, and after sitting down, he devoted himself to serving An Yiruo. He fed her, handed her water, and so on...
“Chen, Yuanyuan is still here!” An Yiruo said, glancing at Zhang Yuanyuan somewhat embarrassedly.
"It's okay, I'm invisible, I don't exist. You guys continue... continue!" Zhang Yuanyuan lowered her head, pretending not to see, her face almost buried in the bowl.
"Continue?" Mo Jingchen asked, looking into An Yiruo's eyes.
“You seem a bit… heartless!” An Yiruo said, giving Mo Jingchen a nudge.
Zhang Yuanyuan didn't know how she finished the meal, nor how she got home. When she regained consciousness, she pinched her arm hard: "Ouch, ouch. This is real, this isn't a dream!"
Recalling everything she had just witnessed, she was shocked, but mostly happy for An Yiruo. She was fortunate to have won the CEO's favor, and for him to be so considerate.
"Yiruo, today feels like a dream!"
"Yuanyuan, come over and play together again next time. But don't tell the other colleagues about what happened between Mo Jingchen and me," An Yiruo instructed Zhang Yuanyuan.
"Yi Ruo, I understand, don't worry. You wouldn't dare gossip about the CEO even if you gave me eight hundred lives! But speaking of which, I hope you can be happy. Our Yi Ruo is so beautiful, only a man like the CEO is worthy of you."
…………
The two chatted for a long time, taking turns speaking, before finally ending their conversation.
"An'an, why did you decide to have your colleague come over today? Aren't you afraid our relationship... will be exposed?" Mo Jingchen said, sitting down next to An Yiruo with his hair still a little wet after taking a shower.
Sitting next to An Yiruo, water dripped down her shoulder from time to time.
"Why don't you go blow-dry your hair first?"
"Hmph," Mo Jingchen snorted with a rising tone, then got up to dry his hair.
Because his hair was short, it dried quickly. When he returned, he looked at An Yiruo with a probing gaze, as if waiting for her answer.
“Before, you suggested that we make our relationship public, and I hesitated at the time. But then I thought about it carefully, and realized that we are already legally married. Even if I am not your perfect partner in the eyes of others, I will be your best wife. Once I understood this, I suddenly wasn't afraid to announce our relationship.”
During her time at home, An Yiruo thought a lot, and these words represent the conclusion she has reached.
"An'an, I want you to remember this. The person I marry is you, and the person I spend the rest of my life with is also you. As long as you firmly choose me, then don't care what others say, because you... are unique to me."
Mo Jingchen's heartfelt confession stirred An Yiruo's heart. She leaned forward and placed a kiss on Mo Jingchen's lips: "Thank you, Chen."
"Silly girl. Does the wound still hurt?" Mo Jingchen stroked An Yiruo's head, asking about her wound's recovery.
"Much better," An Yiruo said, then stood up, leaning on the sofa armrest, and limped toward the bathroom.
She hadn't taken more than a few steps when Mo Jingchen swept her up in his arms: "Chen, put me down. I can manage on my own. Besides... I need to take a shower!"
"I'll help you!" Mo Jingchen didn't give An Yiruo a chance to refuse and carried her directly into the bathroom.
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