Chapter 711: Chapter 711: If You Want to Marry Me, Just Say It, There’s No Need to Keep Reminding Me
He Jingyao couldn’t help but laugh at her sullen look.
He reached out and pinched her cheek, “Cooking for you myself and you’re still not happy, huh?”
It seemed that way, after all, this was his first time cooking, and even Liu Minjun and Xiaobao hadn’t been treated to this…
With that thought, her mood immediately improved quite a bit.
She stood up, leaned into him, and kissed his cheek forcefully, “I’ve felt Young Master He’s thoughtfulness… I’ve decided, for the near future, to only accept your invitations.”
He Jingyao raised an eyebrow in surprise, “Do you have other admirers?”
“I had an agreement with Ning Yichen that he would come over to take me to a play this morning!” Zhixi glared at him.
“So why didn’t he come?” he asked, with a hint of a smile on his lips. This update is available on NoveI-Fire.ɴet
“… isn’t it because Xiaobao insisted on joining, so I called Ning Yichen to cancel.” Zhixi explained gloomily.
“Hmm, it’s all Xiaobao’s fault.” He nodded seriously.
Zhixi, annoyed, grabbed his collar and bit down hard on his mouth.
He Jingyao’s muscles tensed, and he pulled her into his arms for an intense, lingering deep kiss.
When it ended, he whispered huskily in her ear, “You did that on purpose, didn’t you?”
Zhixi giggled, and soon she was being kissed breathlessly by someone.
The two of them carried on until late, when Zhixi reluctantly said, “You should go back and rest… Pei Yuanchen is probably coming back soon.”
He Jingyao’s eyes darkened, “He comes back, and I have to leave? Are we sneaking around or what?”
“Anyway, you can’t stay here tonight.” She said playfully, fiddling with the buttons on his shirt, “If we get too close now, it wouldn’t be good for you or for Dad, would it? I know, right now you are opposing the President…”
Zhixi’s tone carried an unspeakable meaning. She had always known this man had significant power, but never imagined it would be to this extent.
He Jingyao curled his lip in a half smile, “So, are you worried about your dad or about me?”
“Mainly about you. After all, Dad is a foreign guest, and Mr. President wouldn’t do anything to him,” Zhixi sighed as she hugged his neck, “But it’s different with you.”
He Jingyao pinched her chin, “Don’t worry, even if you are the Duke of Leslie’s daughter, I can still marry you.”
Zhixi’s eyes lit up, “Are you proposing to me?”
He Jingyao looked deep into her eyes, “If you want to marry me, just say so directly, no need to keep reminding me, okay?”
“I don’t want to at all!” Zhixi said petulantly.
But she regretted those words as soon as they were out of her mouth…
He chuckled softly, having already interpreted it as something else, and bit her earlobe, saying, “There’ll be a day for that, don’t rush.”
Zhixi’s gaze softened, and she nodded obediently.
He Jingyao eventually left.
After seeing him off, Zhixi remained alone in the spacious living room, suddenly feeling a sense of loss.
Fortunately, at that moment, her phone suddenly rang.
She picked it up eagerly, only to find that it wasn’t He Jingyao on the line, but Gu Bingjun instead.
She hid her disappointment, pressed answer, and then placed the phone to her ear, “Hello, Dad.”
“Zhixi,” Gu Bingjun’s voice was hesitant, “How about I come to see your mom tomorrow? Of course, you would come with me.”
Zhixi immediately smiled, “You should have gone to see her long ago…. Actually, I also want to see her, at least to let her know that I am still alive.”