Chapter 66 I am your husband, what is he?
OK Fine, it seems like a lot of people get asked this question.
Ji Tanyuan had certainly thought about what her man, boyfriend, and husband would be like.
But he's definitely not like Zhong Yan, who can wear a suit and host a multi-billion dollar project while also being down-to-earth and wearing flip-flops.
Before meeting him, she had never seen a young master living this kind of lifestyle.
Ji Tanyuan had considered that Zhong Yan was an unfathomable, top-tier nobleman, sitting atop a mountain, even more arrogant than a rich second-generation like herself who was still out of touch with reality, but she never imagined that he was like this.
Let's turn our attention back to a dinner party in the middle of this year, following Princess Ji's memories. At that time, the newlyweds were not very familiar with each other.
Ji Tanyuan maintained her elegant and dignified image as a virtuous and noble lady, or rather, that was who she always was, even when buried in the ground she would still hold her hands together in front of her abdomen in a graceful posture.
But Zhong Yan was different; he was the kind of person who would drive a Koenigsegg to eat barbecue. Ji Tanyuan looked at the stall in front of her, her smile froze, and she couldn't help but ask, "Are you kidding me?"
Zhong Yan placed the menu in front of her. "No, Bei Ming will be here later, and we'll have dinner together."
And so it ended.
Her good upbringing led Ji Tanyuan to eat 10 skewers of lamb and a skewer of toast. Zhong Yan also fed her a flatbread with scallions and meat. She swore that she ate it because she was too embarrassed to refuse Zhong Yan's kindness, and definitely not because the kind of food that was tainted by the dust and dirt of the marketplace was so delicious.
When she got back, Ji Tanyuan, with a mint in her mouth and smelling strongly of barbecue, got into the sports car that cost 60 million yuan. This was an unprecedented experience.
On another occasion, the two were going to a friend's dinner party, but the evening rush hour in Yanjing was so bad that even navigation maps advised against driving.
So, Ji Tanyuan watched as Zhong Yan rode out on a black electric scooter. She took a step back, her expression cracking: "What are you doing?"
Zhong Yan got on the bike with practiced ease: "Get on, either take the subway or ride a bike, driving will waste a lot of time."
Fortunately, Ji Tanyuan was wearing pants, and the two arrived at their destination in 10 minutes, which was indeed very fast.
Because of traffic congestion, he took her to a high-end restaurant on an electric scooter. Before this, Ji Tanyuan had never ridden an electric scooter.
When they got off the electric bike, the people there didn't seem to find it strange at all. The doorman rode off on the bike with practiced ease. Ji Tanyuan even joked that they could just park anywhere, why give it back to the doorman? It's unnecessary.
Ji Tanyuan snapped out of her reverie, and thinking of this, looked up at him again, "It's not like you."
"..." Zhong Yan was speechless; this was too direct.
"What is that? You like ugly ones? Those without abs? Poor ones or short ones?"
Ji Tanyuan: "Look, why are you getting angry while we're talking?"
Zhong Yan's expression was indeed not good. Ji Tan Yuan was now ignoring him and no longer acting cute or coaxing him.
Ultimately, things changed after the old man got involved.
Ji Tanyuan drank some lime juice to refresh herself, stood up, and looked at the recording pen:
“Yu Jiang is not the real Yu Jiang,” she suddenly said.
Then, staring at Zhong Yan, he bent down and asked, "Is that right?"
Zhong Yan exclaimed in surprise, "How could you believe such a baseless claim?"
Ji Tanyuan bent down to look at Zhong Yan's expression. The man's exquisite face was so close to hers, unfathomable.
Ji Tanyuan arched her eyebrows, "Husband, I'm your wife."
Zhong Yan suddenly grabbed her arm, pulled it onto his lap, and wrapped his arm around her waist. Ji Tanyuan's soft body pressed against his chest, and the man's ringed hand gently pinched her chin.
"You remembered now, huh? Didn't you just say you weren't like me?"
Ji Tanyuan grabbed his wrist and pulled it down. His wrist bones were prominent and hard, and the temperature was slightly cool, but it felt a little hot in her hand.
Zhong Yan looked at Ji Tanyuan's slender fingers, where the wedding ring was still neatly placed, long and thin, with flawless white skin.
"Explain clearly, what happened to Yu Jiang?" Ji Tanyuan interrupted his distraction.
"Nothing's wrong, I'm still alive." That was all.
However, Shen Xichen told him through the recording pen that the information about Yu Jiang being secretly guarded had already been leaked, so there was no need to create a fake story to deceive the Shen family.
A cunning and calculating young master.
Ji Tanyuan sat on his lap. Although she was tall, at 168cm, she was still a bit small next to Zhong Yan, who was 188cm. Plus, she was thin, so it was even harder for her to break free. Zhong Yan held her waist with one hand and lifted a corner of her skirt with the other.
Ji Tanyuan chuckled and slapped him, "What?"
"You."
Ji Tanyuan glared at him, a hint of anger in her eyes, and the man kissed her lips. "It's lime-flavored."
Ji Tanyuan wrapped her arms around his neck. "Yu Jiang isn't dead, but what we see now isn't real either, right?"
Zhong Yan hummed in agreement.
Ji Tanyuan pushed him away, "If I hadn't married you, would you now have to add my father to the equation?"
Zhong Yan was pushed away, somewhat displeased, but still patiently said, "If you hadn't married me back then, there wouldn't have been any need to wait. The Shen family, together with the Shanghai government-controlled group, would have acquired your Ji family's pillar semiconductor industry under the guise of a rescue, and your father would have been embroiled in a tax scandal."
Before Ji Tanyuan could speak, Zhong Yan added, "So, from the very beginning, everything was predetermined."
Ji Tanyuan lowered her eyes and kissed him gently: "I understand."
Zhong Yan was stunned for a moment, not only by Ji Tanyuan's initiative to kiss him, but also by her response. What did she know?
Isn't it said that sleeping together for a long time will lead to a telepathic connection? How come after sleeping together for a year, he still sometimes can't understand Ji Tanyuan?
"What do you know?"
Ji Tanyuan hugged him, resting her head on his shoulder. The two snuggled together, their intimacy under the lamplight undeniable. Ji Tanyuan's soft voice rang in her ear, "I know how important you are."
The importance of power is evident in the fact that imperial merchants in ancient times were considered superior to other merchants.
Zhong Yan patted her back. He liked hearing those words. He didn't care which aspect was important, as long as it was important.
Seeing an opportunity, Zhong Yan kissed the most sensitive spot behind her ear, "You know that's enough, but don't let that guy surnamed Chen fool you with a few words and make your mind wander to him. Hmm?"
Ji Tanyuan could hear the subtle warning in his voice.
Ji Tanyuan: "You mean that I should unconditionally trust you, between you and him?"
"Then you believe him?" Zhong Yan asked back.
Ji Tanyuan: "Do I really have to choose one person to believe?"
Who is this person?
Zhong Yan also felt that he was being a bit naive, but upon closer inspection, it didn't seem right.
"Why does he think he's on equal footing with me? I'm your husband, what is he?"
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