Chapter 223 The Wedding Date is Set
Su Ruan felt a tingling sensation in her waist, instantly understanding, but deliberately teased him: "What does Teacher Yan want to do? Enjoy the rain?"
I want to reward you.
He unbuckled his seatbelt with one hand, making a click like a starting pistol.
The next second, the passenger seat was reclined, and he carried her over.
The space was cramped, but enough to ignite a fire.
"Yan... um..."
"Her name is Jiang Tinglan."
He bit her earlobe, his hot breath filling her mouth.
"I want to hear you call me by my real name, in the car."
Su Ruan ran her fingers through his hair, her fingertips tightening, her voice breaking like raindrops.
“Jiang Tinglan…”
The car lights were off, and the dim roof light flickered like a blur.
In the darkness, only suppressed breathing and wet kisses remained.
Su Ruan clasped her ten fingers around his shoulders, her knuckles turning white, leaving a row of crescent moons.
The rain was still falling, the car windows were fogged up, and fingerprints were intertwined.
The sound of rain, heartbeat, and breathing blended into the same frequency.
After a long while, the commotion finally subsided.
The rain stopped, the clouds dispersed, and the moon rose.
Su Ruan slumped in the back seat of the car, leaning on his shoulder, her heart pounding as if she had just run 800 meters, her legs too weak to lift.
Jiang Tinglan.
"Um?"
"The technology has regressed, and the space is too limited, which affects Mr. Yan's performance."
Yan Tingnan straightened her skirt, his voice satisfied and earnest.
"Ruanruan thinks the space is too small? Next time you change cars, you can choose."
Su Ruan: "..."
"go home?"
"Return."
"Go back and have two more lessons?"
"roll!"
...
For the next period of time, the focus of my life shifted to the mundane yet anticipated daily routine of wedding preparations.
The wedding is on the agenda, and the new house is nearing completion.
Over the weekend, Yan Tingnan took Su Ruan to see the new house.
The new house is located in a quiet and secluded villa in the north of the city, backed by a forest park and in front of a spacious artificial lake.
Yan Tingnan personally oversaw the interior design plan.
He hired a young designer who excels at perfectly blending Chinese style with modern comfort.
When discussing the proposal, Su Ruan brought up many imaginative ideas.
The decoration was entirely based on her preferences: bright, warm, artistic, and exquisite in every detail.
The entire third-floor master bedroom occupies the south-facing area and offers a wide view.
The most eye-catching thing is the custom-sized bed.
Su Ruan pounced on it and rolled around, the mattress soft and springy.
Do you like it?
Yan Tingnan slowly approached, placed one hand on her side, and leaned down.
"It's big enough to make it easy to roll over."
He ran his fingertip across her cheek, making a suggestive gesture.
"Excellent elasticity and good shock absorption."
Su Ruan felt a burning sensation in her ears and lightly kicked his shin.
"Let's get serious!"
"I'm thinking about it."
He grasped her ankle, his fingertips stroking the protruding knuckles, his eyes calm.
"Spending our lives together on this bed, from youth to old age, is the most important thing."
Su Ruan pinched his waist.
"Teacher Yan, can't you put some pure socialist values into your head?"
After saying that, she leaned back against him, squinting as she looked him over.
"But, is it just the two of us living in such a big house?"
"Feeling empty?"
He chuckled softly, his voice raspy.
"Then fill it up."
"Let's put in a small one first."
He placed his palm on her lower abdomen, caressing it intimately.
"Put in another round one."
This person's thought process is always heading in the opposite direction from kindergarten!
Su Ruan: "Speak like a human."
Yan Tingnan tightened his grip, his expression suggestive.
"In the future, we will have the dogs we want to raise, and also children."
Su Ruan was completely defeated.
It's over.
She seems to never be able to outmaneuver this seemingly aloof but secretly incredibly seductive man.
...
The aftershocks of the collapse of the Qing Dynasty empire lingered in the capital for several months before gradually settling down.
SoftVoice has moved to a new location, doubling in size.
After Qingyan's downfall, Huo Siyue finally got her wish and officially joined SoftVoice.
"Sister-in-law! Shengsheng! Yaoyao! My empire will be here from now on!"
"From today onwards, I am SoftVoice's official mascot and chief gossip officer!"
She slung a limited-edition crocodile skin bag over her shoulder, slumped into the newly added beanbag chair, and sighed contentedly.
Upon seeing this, Song Shengsheng raised her eyebrows slightly.
"Oh, Miss Huo, have you devoted yourself to the gossip business full-time?"
Huo Siyue chuckled.
"I'm the Atmosphere Officer, in charge of regulating the hormones of you workaholics!"
"I brought my own funding to the production team—oops, I mean, I brought my own resources!"
"Look, this is the letter of intent for a high-end luxury brand collaboration that I secured by using my personal connections!"
Huo Siyue proudly pulled out a document.
Su Ruan took the book and looked through it, a hint of approval flashing in her eyes.
"Great job, Siyue. It seems you're not just a consultant for nothing."
"That's right!"
Huo Siyue's tail was sticking up high.
Lin Yiyao passed by with a cup of coffee and handed it to her with a smile.
"Siyue, welcome."
Huo Siyue immediately perked up and got up to hug Lin Yiyao's arm.
"Yaoyao, from now on we'll be a loving family!"
She blinked and lowered her voice.
"Hey, has that young master Lu from across the street stopped coming to block the door lately?"
Lin Yiyao's cheeks flushed slightly as she lowered her head to sip her coffee.
"He's been busy lately."
Since that night, she and Lu Zhuo have been caught in a delicate balance.
She kept her promise and sent him a message every day.
The content started with "good morning," but later it occasionally complained about work and even shared a picture of a cat seen on the street.
He replies to every message, sometimes quickly, sometimes several hours later.
He didn't say much, but his care was evident in the details.
They were cautious, not daring to get too close, yet unwilling to stray too far.
Su Ruan looked up, saw through her unease, and chuckled.
"Don't panic, they might be here soon."
As soon as he finished speaking, the glass door of the studio was pushed open.
Speak of the devil, and he shall appear.
Lu Zhuo, dressed casually and carrying several large boxes of premium Wagyu beef takeout, swaggered in.
"I could hear someone calling me from far away."
His gaze fell on Lin Yiyao, his peach blossom eyes narrowed, and he placed the takeout box on the table.
"Just passing by, took it on a whim."
"Some people are so skinny they could be blown away by the wind. Don't let them faint from low blood sugar at my doorstep and then try to extort money from me."
Lin Yiyao's cheeks flushed even redder, and she retorted softly.
"Who cares?"
Huo Siyue immediately joined in the commotion.
"Oh my, this isn't just something you casually picked up, Young Master Lu. You've practically taken over our studio to work as a delivery driver?"
Lu Zhu lazily lifted his eyelids and glanced at Huo Siyue.
"Huo Siyue, you seem to have a lot of free time on this shift?"
"How about I talk to your brother and let you go back and experience the corporate culture of Tingruan Capital?"
Huo Siyue immediately fell silent and made a zipper-sealing motion to seal her mouth.
Su Ruan smiled and shook her head, looking at Lu Zhuo.
"Thank you, Young Master Lu, for the expense."
Lu Zhuo raised his chin slightly in response, his gaze seemingly unintentionally sweeping over Lin Yiyao.
"They're gone."
He came and went like the wind, leaving behind a room full of the aroma of food and ambiguous aftereffects.
Song Shengsheng couldn't help but sigh as she smelled the fragrance.
"Young Master Lu's route is quite uniquely planned."
He was afraid others wouldn't know he cared about our family.
Huo Siyue nodded frantically.
"That's right!"
Su Ruan put down her pen, stretched, and took out a stack of exquisite red invitations from the drawer.
"Alright, stop joking around."
"Okay, let's get down to business."
She placed the invitation on the table; its red background and gold patterns exuded solemnity and joy.
"The wedding date has been set."
She paused, then her smile deepened as she met the instantly brightening gazes of her sisters.
"A traditional Chinese wedding involves a phoenix coronet and embroidered robe, carried by eight palanquin bearers."
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