My Groom Ran Away - Chapter 40

Hearing Cheng Yuelin’s words, Ruan Zhiyin was stunned for a moment, and after a while, he took the other person to the study.

Closing the door of the study room, he raised his eyes to meet the man’s direct gaze.

She exhaled deeply and said softly: “What I told you, can you not be angry?”

She wasn’t sure about Cheng Yuelin’s attitude towards Cheng Lang, but when she went to see Cheng Lang in the afternoon, the Fang family’s nanny treated Cheng Lang as a burden and left after packing her things.

It seemed impossible for Ruan Zhiyin to throw a six-year-old child in the apartment alone.

Seeing her expression, Cheng Yuelin straightened her thin lips and raised her eyebrows slightly: “Why, you still have such a guilty conscience? Is it possible that the child is really related to you?”

As far as he knows, there is no such old child among the relatives of Ruan’s family. On her mother’s side, there was only an uncle who was a diplomat, who was not in China yet.

“No.” Ruan Zhiyin shook his head and sighed, “He has nothing to do with me, but it has something to do with you…”

“It has something to do with me?” Cheng Yuelin chuckled when he heard the words, dragging a sloppy tone, and said directly, “Then you can send him back.”

“As for me, it’s even less likely to have an illegitimate child.”

Meeting his swearing eyes, Ruan Zhiyin remembered Zhao Bing’s repeated hints, and his eyebrows moved slightly: “Oh? Why are you so sure?”

“Does this still need a reason?” The man raised his eyebrows, and after catching a strange look at her, he frowned slightly, “Ruan Ting Ping, what are your eyes?”

Throwing away the doubts in my heart, Ruan Zhiyin calmly explained: “You think too much, that child is called Cheng Lang, which is… your father’s son.”

Zhao Bing had only been pregnant for a few months when Cheng’s father got divorced. Cheng Yuelin knew of Cheng Lang’s existence, but had never seen him.

“Aunt Cheng wanted to adopt him, so she asked me to pick up Cheng Lang and send him abroad after completing the formalities.”

“I originally wanted to send him to the apartment, but the nanny in Fang’s family is not quite as good, and I can’t hire a ready-made nanny.”

“So I can only…” He took the person home.

After explaining all this, she tugged at the man’s cuffs, and whispered: “Cheng Lang will live for two days. I was wrong if I didn’t discuss it with you in advance. Don’t be angry, OK?”

Cheng Yuelin caught a glimpse of the shiny fingertips on the cuffs, took advantage of it, and slowly moved his eyes away: “I’m so easy to get angry?”

“Well, you have a good temper.” Ruan Zhiyin looked at the man’s slightly raised chin and couldn’t help but smile. “Then, let him stay at home for a few days?”

Cheng Yuelin paused, looked down at her, and nodded indifferently.

However, after only staying for two days, he could not be so stingy at first, but she had such an attitude of facing an enemy.

Ruan Zhiyin let go of the matter when the matter was settled.

The two opened the door and went downstairs. There was Ruan Zhiyin’s pre-prepared dinner in the kitchen.

When the food was on the table, Cheng Lang carefully looked at Cheng Yuelin, and silently climbed up a somewhat high chair and sat on the left side of Ruan Zhiyin.

Ruan Zhiyin took a few pieces of meat for him, and Cheng Lang ate it with gusto, without the need for others to bother.

At the table, the atmosphere is quiet.

After a while, Cheng Yuelin glanced at what Cheng Lang was quietly spitting out, and raised his eyebrows: “Who learnt to be picky eaters?”

The man’s tone was cold.

Cheng Lang shrank slightly, lowered his head, his voice stumbled: “I…can’t eat ginger.”

Ruan Zhiyin glanced sideways, and what Cheng Lang spit out was indeed the **** in the tomato sirloin.

Cheng Yuelin is not a picky eater, but he doesn’t like to eat ginger.

But when cooking, she always borrows some **** to get rid of the fishy smell, so she will cut the **** into larger pieces, which is easy for him to find.

Cheng Lang didn’t know, so he took that big piece of **** as the potato in the tomato sirloin.

Eat it in your mouth and spit it out again.

Cheng Yuelin caught a glance at Ruan Zhiyin’s disapproval and hummed, but didn’t speak any more.

After eating, he took the plate as usual, and took the bowl in front of Ruan Zhiyin.

Upon seeing this, Cheng Lang on the side cautiously handed over his bowl.

Cheng Yuelin just looked down at the bowl, but didn’t pick it up.

In a few moments, the man raised his eyebrows lightly, and said casually: “My child, the food is not for nothing, go to the kitchen to clean the dishes.”

Cheng Lang flattened his mouth, holding his bowl like this, and followed Cheng Yuelin into the kitchen with broken steps.

Ruan Zhiyin paused slightly, shook his head, and followed the two into the kitchen.

Cheng Lang is a six-year-old child after all. The sink in the kitchen is a bit high, and he struggles to wash the dishes.

Unexpectedly, Cheng Yuelin was still standing aside, staring at the other side quietly, his eyes compelling.

Ruan Zhiyin sighed and said soothingly: “Okay, don’t scare him either.”

The man did not speak, but faintly retracted his gaze falling on Cheng Lang.

Cheng Langzi carefully brushed the bowl, with dark eyes cautiously, he glanced at Cheng Yuelin and handed the bowl to the opponent.

The latter raised his eyelids at random, glanced at him, and Cheng Lang withdrew his hands again in fright.

Cheng Yuelin sneered: “I’m so courageous, I don’t know who I should go with.”

He put the bowl away and put it in the cupboard.

After washing the bowl and coming out, Cheng Lang looked down and saw the water-stained sleeve, rubbing his fingers to look at Ruan Zhiyin: “Sister, I want to take a bath.”

A few steps away, Cheng Yuelin leaned against the door, wrapped his arms around his arms, and said lightly: “I’m such an adult, don’t know how to take a bath?”

Cheng Lang bit his lip and shook his head slightly.

The man straightened his lip line and frowned, “Do you know the difference between men and women? Do you dare to let her bathe you?”

After that, under Ruan Zhiyin’s helpless gaze, he slipped Cheng Langti into the bedroom with her deflated mouth and tears in her eyes.

The door of the master bedroom seemed to be open. After a while, Ruan Zhiyin heard Cheng Lang’s cry from the building, and the man’s frustrated voice.

“Boy, if you cry again, I will throw you out now.”

Cheng Lang sobbed softly, “Uuuuuu, but my eyes are too spicy.”

Ruan Zhiyin: “…”

Suddenly, I was worried about whether Cheng Yuelin could do it, but she couldn’t get in, so she could only wait outside the door.

When the two came out, Cheng Lang was wrapped in a bath towel by Cheng Yuelin’s face and threw it to the’children’s room’ on the other side of the master bedroom.

Ruan Zhiyin couldn’t help but laughed when he looked at his embarrassment.

Cheng Yuelin raised her eyebrows and rubbed her index finger with the shower gel on her cheek: “Ruan Ting, what are you laughing at? Who am I because of?”

Ruan Zhiyin was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously brushed his wet cheeks with his slightly cool fingertips.

Somehow, suddenly there was an illusion that the two were already in love.

Watching the man wet his shirt on the side of his sleeve, and the few strands of dripping hair between his forehead.

Ruan Zhiyin took the towel in his palm and whispered: “Then, I will wipe it for you?”

Cheng Yuelin raised his eyebrows slightly, the corners of his lips curled, and nodded neither salty nor lightly: “Well, wipe it.”

—

The next day, it happened to be the weekend.

Ruan Zhiyin received You Xin’s WeChat, saying that he had already sent the wedding photos taken last time to her mailbox.

In addition, the single booklet has been printed. Ask her when it will be convenient and send an assistant to deliver it.

Thinking that it’s okay during the day and the villa area is not easy to find, Ruan Zhiyin simply asked the driver to send him to the studio where You Xin was lying to get the wedding photos.

Before Cheng Lang woke up, she greeted Cheng Yuelin briefly and went out.

Bentley stopped at an office building in the business district. Ruan Zhiyin got out of the car and walked into the building and pressed the elevator to the tenth floor.

You Xin’s assistant saw her and took Ruan Zhiyin to the lounge next to the studio.

“Miss Ruan, wait a moment, I’ll help you get the photo.”

The glass at the back of the lounge is transparent. Ruan Zhiyin took a sip and looked up and saw that You Xin was using a camera to take a photo of a model. There were a lot of staff around him. It should be a cooperative shooting of a magazine.

The stylishly dressed model is very familiar. He is a well-known host in the entertainment industry, like Liu Qiaojing.

Because of her sweet looks, Liu Qiaojing gained a large number of fans when she debuted, and she gradually started filming. It is a pity that it was buried for a while, and only recently reappeared in the public eye.

After You Xin took the picture, Yu Guang caught a glimpse of Ruan Zhiyin sitting in the lounge, walking in with Liu Qiaojing in the studio.

She smiled and introduced: “Miss Ruan, this is my friend. Today I will shoot the cover of V’s magazine.”

“Hello Miss Ruan, Liu Qiaojing.”

Seeing You Xin’s polite attitude, the other party also smiled and stretched out his hand, saying hello to Ruan Zhiyin.

Ruan Zhiyin smiled and nodded: “I know, I have watched your show, and he has his own style.”

The three had a brief conversation.

Before long, You Xin’s assistant had already taken the wedding photos.

Upon seeing this, Ruan Zhiyin smiled and said goodbye: “You guys keep busy with work, I will leave first.”

The few wedding photos with photo frames were not smaller than the size. You Xin asked her assistant to follow her and kept sending the wedding photos to the trunk of the car downstairs.

When people walked away, Liu Qiaojing asked, “Who is this Miss Ruan?”

“Ruan’s daughter, who has just taken over the company from the deceased Chairman Ruan, is also Lin Heng’s wife.”

You Xin is well-connected, and has some friendship with Liu Qiaojing.

“Oh? The one who was dragged down by Lin Jingfei before?”

You Xin nodded: “Yeah.”

“Lin Jingfei hasn’t moved much lately. It seems that she has suffered a loss in this hand. She was still the fiancee of Prince Qin before.”

At the time when Liu Qiaojing debuted, she and Lin Jingfei were right, and she had gradually depressed a few years ago, and Lin Jingfei’s fall into trouble was indispensable.

You Xin frowned slightly, and there was a hint of warning in his eyes: “Miss Ruan is married, so don’t mention the previous things, so as not to make a taboo.”

Liu Qiaojing nodded thoughtfully: “After all, this Miss Ruan and Mr. Cheng have been married for a few months. Why are you taking wedding photos now?”

You Xin didn’t answer, but smiled and said, “Aren’t you and your husband also the wedding photos and weddings made up later?”

“It’s not impossible for our kind of profession.” Liu Qiaojing shook his head.

Married status hurts too much to the female celebrity who walks in the sweet and innocent personality. Had it not been for Lin Jingfei to reveal that she was married back then, she would not have been hidden by the snow for so long.

“You married…” You Xin hesitated to say something, then comforted, “But it’s enough for your husband to be nice to you.”

Liu Qiao nodded slowly: “Yeah.”

—

Ruan Zhiyin retrieved the wedding photos from You Xin’s studio and went directly to the villa.

In the living room, Cheng Yuelin sat on the sofa, turned around and glanced at the photo frame the driver helped her move in, and said lightly: “I’m back?”

Ruan Zhiyin nodded, and after looking around a few times, he asked, “Where is Cheng Lang?”

“Let Bai Bo take it to the amusement park.”

The man’s voice is not hurried or slow.

Ruan Zhiyin was a little surprised: “Bai Bo will still bring children?”

Hearing the appreciation in her words, Cheng Yuelin frowned lightly and glanced at her: “What’s so difficult about this kind of thing.”

After speaking, he took the things on the coffee table, got up and walked to Ruan Zhiyin, and handed her a delicate and gorgeous box.

“Here, here is for you.”

Ruan Zhiyin reached out and took it. After opening it, there was a dazzling sapphire necklace.

The rich-colored sapphire gleams under the refraction of light.

At a glance, you know that the price is high.

Cheng Yuelin looked at her expression and wrote lightly: “I attended a charity party in the first two days, and I shot it casually.”

This tone sounds like buying cabbage.

But after a while, seeing Ruan Zhiyin looking at the necklace and not talking, he said lightly, “What do you think?”

Ruan Zhiyin met his gaze, smiled lightly, nodded and said: “Well, I like it very much.”

The man licked his lips.

“Are you free at the end of the month?”

Ruan Zhiyin thought for a while, and Beicheng was already on the right track, and she didn’t have any urgent work at hand.

So it came back: “Should there be, what’s the matter?”

Cheng Yuelin raised his eyebrows and coughed lightly, “Would you like to go on a honeymoon?”

“Honeymoon?” Ruan Zhiyin raised his eyes to look at him.

“Well, isn’t it… it’s birthday.”