There must always be joy where there is hurt, like Leng Lingxiao, who was currently video chatting.
His Little Wife’s laughter sent ripples through his heart.
"Tangtang, why are you so happy?" Leng Lingxiao hugged a pillow to his chest, "Is it because your plan... was a complete success?"
Tang Xiaowan made a face at the screen, then started popping grapes into her mouth one by one.
"Co on, spit it out, tell the truth!"
"It was this morning, I sneaked a touch on mom’s belly, it was magical, just a few more months and I’ll have a little brother or sister. Also, I didn’t expect Wang Junchen’s cooking to be so amazing, how co I didn’t inherit that? It’s so frustrating."
A hint of envy flashed in Leng Lingxiao’s eyes.
"Tangtang, what if... after the wedding, we also plan for one?"
Tang Xiaowan was confused, "Plan for what?"
"A baby!"
Suddenly the person on the screen froze, and Leng Lingxiao hurriedly shook his phone a few tis.
"Hey, Tangtang, did we lose the signal?"
"Didn’t we agree to wait until after graduation? Why don’t you keep your word, were you tricking ?" Tang Xiaowan puffed up her cheeks at the screen, looking as if she was facing a major villain.
"I was wrong, I was wrong, Tangtang, I was just saying, didn’t an we have to right away."
"Ugh, seriously, you scared !"
"How about going to Yelanxiang later?"
"Yelanxiang? Didn’t we just go yesterday?"
"I just really miss you."
The air suddenly fell quiet, and as they looked into each other’s eyes, even through the screen, the intensity was palpable.
To Leng Lingxiao, just making eye contact with Tang Xiaowan was enough to stir up desires, every cell in his body radiating uncontrollable love.
Especially after they got their certificate, no amount of affection seed enough, he wished they could rge into one.
Discussing children just now naturally had Leng Lingxiao brimming with emotions, considering they had not shared a pillow till dawn for several days, even though they had three tis alone, they only went as far as hugging and kissing.
The taboo before the wedding had Leng Lingxiao suspecting the person who imposed it might have been a monk.
"Don’t you miss at all?"
"Of course, I do, but this afternoon I need to visit the tea garden. Wang Junchen’s friends are here, almost a dozen now, and I haven’t even stopped by. Grandpa said it’s impolite, considering they are all older."
"Can you save the dinner ti for ?"
Tang Xiaowan touched the tip of her nose, her eyelashes fluttering as she carefully recalled Wang Junchen’s schedule, which seed to run until eight at night.
If it ca down to it, she would just make up an excuse to slip away. Her father’s friends weren’t as important as her husband!
"Six o’clock, don’t be late."
They exchanged a knowing smile.
...
At five in the afternoon, Yelanxiang.
In the extravagantly luxurious general manager’s office, Leng Lingxiao lounged in his chair, playing idly with a brass lighter, his long legs casually draped over the pricey desk.
At the mont, the manager was detailing the club’s recent activities, laboriously reporting from mory.
No reports in hand, all rembered.
"Boss, let know if there’s anything that needs improving, and I’ll arrange it right away," the manager requested after finishing his report, worried he might have missed sothing.
Leng Lingxiao looked up at him, paused for a few seconds, then nodded, "Good, keep it up."
"Thank you, boss, I’ll take my leave."
Once the manager had left, Zhao Renjie, who had been waiting for so ti, quickly approached Leng Lingxiao and began reading out several pieces of news about the Leng Family.
[Shock! Yishen Group’s second in charge has resigned due to illness and has now settled abroad with his wife.]
[Like father, like son, Li Zishen strategizes boldly, planning a major reshuffle within the group, his vigor matching his scholarly father, Li Zhenshan.]
[Yishen Pharmaceutical will enter the market of Country Y this coming spring, and product 8028 is expected to be a hot commodity!]
"They surely love getting on the trending news."
"Do we need soone to keep an eye on Li Wanshan?"
"Tangtang wouldn’t join in on that frenzy. There are too many people who want Li Wanshan gone, especially Lai Jingshan. He probably can’t sit still anymore, and even if it’s not for revenge for Yuan Min, he’d consider eliminating risks for his son."
"I wonder if Li Zishen would possibly..."
"It’s the sa, just a matter of who can hold out longer." Leng Lingxiao flipped the brass lighter between his fingers.
The inscription ’Tangtang’ was still clearly visible.
At that mont, the office door opened, and a soft, lodious voice followed.
"Huahua, Huahua!"
"Weren’t we agreed on six o’clock? Why co early? Did you miss ?" Leng Lingxiao pulled Tang Xiaowan into his arms, teasing her a bit.
"It was you who arrived first, okay?"
"Yes, yes, yes."
"Still trying to argue?"
"How would your husband dare!"
Zhao Renjie, who was still standing by, tactfully made his exit and gently closed the door.
You’re really rubbing it in that I don’t have a wife!
Ah, day by day, who can stand it!
After his complaint, Zhao Renjie started guarding the door, but before he could relish two minutes of peace, he saw the manager approaching with a smile.
"Hey, Old Zhao, has your lady arrived? I just saw her car."
"She’s inside."
"Did you ntion what ti to serve the food?"
"No."
"I better go keep an eye on it in the back."
The manager sighed, just about to step away when the office door suddenly opened—the gaze that swept past him inspired awe.
"Hurry and serve the food, add so pineapple juice."
Leng Lingxiao finished speaking and quickly shut the office door again, too fast for anyone to react.
"Yes," the manager respectfully responded.
Before long, beautifully plated dishes were successively brought into the office by the waitstaff, with an extra-large cup of pineapple juice.
"Wow, absolutely perfect!" Tang Xiaowan seriously counted the dishes on the round table.
"Try them, see how they taste?"
Tang Xiaowan set down the pineapple juice, gave Leng Lingxiao a look, and happily picked up a fish roll: "Isn’t this... specially made by you?"
She rembered their days in Qingcheng.
"I don’t have that much free ti!" Leng Lingxiao said as he began serving Tang Xiaowan matsutake pork rib soup.
Drinking soup before als had always been her habit.
"But it does look like it."
"All fish rolls look like this."
At that mont, Tang Xiaowan’s phone beeped twice. She figured it might be Tian Jiaojiao reminding her to check her emails, thought to check after dinner, and blissfully took a bite of the fish roll.
"Wow, it’s been a long ti!"
The tender and savory taste made Tang Xiaowan stuff the rest of it into her mouth without hesitation.
She knew without tasting, but tasting confird it, because Leng Lingxiao always made the fish rolls extra-large and his plating style was different from others.
"Dare to say you didn’t make this?" Tang Xiaowan looked at Leng Lingxiao, her sweetness mixed with triumph.
"The final step—steaming, no, the rest yes, mainly to surprise you, wanted you to praise like you praised Wang Junchen at noon."
"Really? You’re jealous of him too!"
"Uh, is that not okay?"
Just as Tang Xiaowan was about to have another big fish roll to calm her nerves, Leng Lingxiao’s phone rang.
Both of them instinctively looked at the office desk.
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