Ning Ruixin suddenly felt a chill run down her spine.
She rubbed her arms and let out a dry laugh, "Since that’s the case, then... well, alright..."
After all, she had to have a fiancé; whether it was this pretty boy or someone else made no difference.
Moreover, since he was willing, Ning Ruixin felt she had already given him the choice. Even if he regrets it one day, it’s none of her business.
Shen Qiao’an continued to scrutinize her with a deep gaze.
"So... is that it?" Ning Ruixin found his stare perplexing. "You can leave now."
"Mm." His throat bobbed, and suddenly he leaned down, wrapping Ning Ruixin entirely in his embrace.
Ning Ruixin’s eyes widened, almost instinctively—
She fiercely flipped Shen Qiao’an to the ground!
Standing up, her expression was extremely cold, "What are you doing?"
Shen Qiao’an lay on the ground, squinting at her face, flushed with anger, and suddenly laughed.
The laughter carried a hint of self-mockery.
He suspected that this scene might become a daily occurrence after they got married.
"Nothing, Miss Ning’s prowess is as impressive as ever; I’m quite relieved." The man leisurely got up from the ground, a nonchalant smile on his face, "When do you plan to set the wedding date?"
Ning Ruixin thought for a moment, "After I officially take office, if I’m elected successfully."
Shen Qiao’an curled his lips, "Alright."
With that, he turned and left.
Ning Ruixin watched his back, unable to shake off a peculiar feeling.
When they initially arranged the marriage, why didn’t she feel this pretty boy was so mystical? Had she known he had a screw loose, she should have let her father choose another partner for the union.
Ning Ruixin lazily yawned and rolled into bed to sleep.
In Yangdong City, in a luxury mansion located in an industrial area.
Ye Shutong returned home from the research institute and went straight to the basement.
On the bed in the basement lay a severely injured middle-aged Caucasian man. Hearing movement, he struggled to sit up from the bed and looked at Ye Shutong with a gloomy expression, "Miss Ye, you finally came."
Ye Shutong crossed her arms and said with a smile, "Mr. Lawrence, you seem to be in good spirits. Seeing you , I’m relieved."
"What exactly is your purpose?" Lawrence looked at her with an irritable face.
The last explosion nearly wiped out his men, and he himself almost died. Luckily, a few confidants desperately saved him, and he was coincidentally taken away by people sent by Ye Shutong, allowing him to cling to life.
But after such a change, the gentle and refined expression he always wore disappeared.
"Lawrence, you should know that you ended up thanks to He Jingyao, right?" Ye Shutong gently laughed.
Lawrence’s face twisted, "At that time, when the explosion happened, I should have activated that micro-bomb, but unfortunately..." Thıs content belongs to novel⦿fire.net
"Unfortunately, you were busy running for your life and couldn’t care about him. By the time you remembered, you found that the micro-bomb was no longer a threat to He Jingyao. It seems he has successfully removed it?" Ye Shutong said, chuckling, "He is certainly bold."
This was a product of Ye International, and Ye Shutong naturally knew how to disable the bomb.
She hadn’t expected He Jingyao to be so decisive.
But it was precisely such a man that made her unable to let go...