Su Yanyi and Qin Jiran walked side by side, and upon hearing Corey’s words, nobody was willing to respond to him.
Qin Jiran was indifferent. His moniker as the Iceberg Best Actor wasn’t for show. If it wasn’t for Yanyi’s presence, he would have shown very little emotion. Relative to Qin Jiran’s indifference, Su Yanyi was also proud. The number of people who could make her change her expression to give them face was extrely few. And this Corey, obviously, was being ignored by the two of them just like that.
However, Corey didn’t mind. Instead, he beca increasingly interested in Qin Jiran and found several topics to strike up a conversation with him.
Watching this scene, Su Yanyi’s mind couldn’t help but recall the ti in her childhood when she first t Corey. Back then, little Corey seed to revolve around her like this, and her reaction was just as indifferent as Qin Jiran’s now.
It seed that she and Qin Jiran’s personalities really were quite compatible.
"Presidential Honeymoon Suite, welco to your stay."
"No need to send us off," Su Yanyi replied, dismissing him as soon as she walked through the door.
"The golden card is proof of identity. Rember to carry it with you wherever you go. I won’t disturb your world for two here anymore," Corey said, shaking his hand and walking away with a carefree deanor.
The suite was large, with more than a dozen rooms, enough for each of them to have their own. Naturally, the main bedroom belonged to Qin Jiran and Su Yanyi. Passing through the spacious living room and pushing the door open, the heart-shaped room was exposed in front of everyone, especially the heart-shaped bed and the scattered rose petals on the floor, which really left one speechless.
"How tacky," Su Yanyi comnted candidly after surveying the room.
Qin Jiran burst into laughter, picking up Yanyi and pouncing onto the large bed with her, saying with a smile, "I thought about doing sothing like this as a surprise for you before, but I felt you would surely find it tacky. Turns out I was right."
"It is tacky," Su Yanyi felt that romance should be a natural sentint, like two people holding hands while walking on a quiet path, rather than deliberately crushing flowers to spread on the bed, leaving the maids to clean up afterwards. It had to be said that Yanyi’s ideas were sowhat unique.
"Tired? Do you want to rest a bit first, or should we get sothing to eat? There’s a kitchen here, should I cook for you?" Qin Jiran asked, tender and considerate.
"I’m hungry," Su Yanyi stated plainly, without any reservation.
Qin Jiran kissed the corner of Su Yanyi’s mouth and imdiately stood up to get busy in the kitchen. Feeding his wife was definitely the most important thing!
Among the Dark One team mbers was a culinary expert known as Kangaroo, who was also in charge of logistics. While wondering whether to cook or order food, he saw Qin Jiran co out.
"Do you need to order food, sir?" Kangaroo asked very respectfully.
"I’ll cook myself. If you guys don’t mind, you can join us. But you’ll have to help out," said Qin Jiran, not minding the effort to cook a bit more.
Kangaroo’s surprised look was unabashedly directed at Qin Jiran’s face! Although he knew the son-in-law could cook and often did for the young miss, this ant he was going to cook for them? Oh, heavens, he had to share this great news with all his buddies at once!
"Calling Dragon Boss, calling all mbers of Dark One team, this is Kangaroo, this is Kangaroo speaking from the kitchen, from the kitchen. The son-in-law is personally cooking us dinner; requesting support, requesting support!" Kangaroo, unafraid of being overheard by Qin Jiran, opened his communicator right beside him.
"This is Tyrannosaur. What kind of support do you need?" Tyrannosaur was the team leader of the Dark One group, a dangerous elent who believed that violence could solve everything.
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