Jiang Tian didn't tolerate him at all.
Ling Qingyue didn't think much of it. He smiled and agreed. He was also the one who cleaned the apartment.
Although he didn't know how before, he's not stupid; he'll learn after a while.
After cleaning for an hour, Ling Qingyue respectfully took off Jiang Tian's shoes and said in a very respectful tone, "Your Majesty, the bathwater is ready. I will carry you there now."
Jiang Tian, ​​who was sitting on the sofa, glanced at him, put down the magazine in her hand, and stretched out her arms.
Ling Qingyue picked her up effortlessly.
While serving Jiang Tian her bath, Ling Qingyue also provided another service.
Although Her Majesty the Queen was not very satisfied, she acquiesced to his actions.
That night, lying in Jiang Tian's bed, Ling Qingyue held his beloved in his arms. Even now, he was still full of energy, his eyes shining. He murmured, "Am I in heaven?"
Jiang Tian said with her eyes closed, "If you don't go to sleep, I'll change to a warmer bed."
Upon hearing this, Ling Qingyue hugged her even tighter: "Sleep!"
After a while, he whispered in Jiang Tian's ear, his voice carrying a sweetness he himself didn't realize: "Goodnight, sister..."
Ling Qingyue was excited for several days after moving into Jiang Tian's house.
However, he kept his word, and soon all his assets were transferred to Jiang Tian's name.
In the end, when Jiang Tian signed the documents, seeing Ling Qingyue's delighted expression, she still reminded him, "These assets are given to me, but you can't take them back."
Ling Qingyue nodded: "I'm giving myself to you, and I don't intend to take it back. Consider these my dowry."
Jiang Tian ignored his nonsense and eventually signed her name.
Once the documents were signed, Ling Qingyue became penniless, while Jiang Tian became a true millionaire.
The two enjoyed a few days of peace and quiet in Jiang Tian's house, with Ling Qingyue only needing to think about how to cook delicious food for Jiang Tian.
Everything in the apartment has been moved in, and the kitchenware and tableware that Ling Qingyue ordered have also arrived.
The class he signed up for hasn't started yet, but he can practice first, although the results are not good.
That day, Ling Qingyue was baking egg tarts for Jiang Tian when his phone suddenly rang.
Ling Qingyue was wearing an apron and squatting next to the oven, waiting for the egg tarts to bake.
He said to Jiang Tian, ​​"Sister, can you answer the phone for me?"
Jiang Tian answered the phone, listened for a few minutes, and then handed the phone to Ling Qingyue.
"It seems to be quite important. You should listen to it yourself."
Seeing Jiang Tian's expression, Ling Qingyue instantly had a bad feeling.
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