Flash marriage, darling wife AA system

  She picked up her handbag, straightened her back and walked away with a leisurely pace.

  "Wait..." Zhao Peirong stopped her from leaving.

  Looking back, a faint smile emerged. Qiao Yunxue tilted her little head and said, "If you want to inquire about Rong Qian's affairs, you can contact me."

  Zhao Peirong raised an eyebrow, her expression showing a hint of surprise and uncertainty: "No, I have my own plans for Rong Qian. What I'm more curious about is... are you really Rong Qian's lover? Or... do you have a new employer now, so you want to dump Rong Qian?"

  "I am Rong Qian's wife." She smiled lightly, her expression calm, but at this moment, Qiao Yunxue's fingertips secretly dug into her palm. "But it won't be for long. In other words, if Rong Qian marries you, he will be a second-time groom. Miss Zhao, you wouldn't mind that Rong Qian is a second-time groom, would you?"

  "You..." Zhao Peirong was shocked by the news. She didn't quite believe it, but Qiao Yuxue's determined expression stopped her from asking questions.

  "You must be curious why Rong Qian doesn't tell others that I'm his wife." With a slight smile, Qiao Yunxue said quietly, "It was my request. In the company, we have to pretend not to know each other. Hmm, please don't doubt Rong Qian's character. Thank you!"

  She pushed open the glass door and left, feeling a bit sour in her heart but also as if she had let out a sigh of relief.

  If she stayed here, Luo Shaofan would not give her peace and might even take it out on Rong Qian. She didn't want to drag him down, let alone the fact that Rong Qian still liked little treasures so much...

  She looked up at the sky and didn't plan on taking a crowded bus. With a good mood, she waved her hand: "Taxi!"

  As she sat down, she saw from the rearview mirror that Rong Qian was getting out of the Audi and walking towards the restaurant with his elegant and slender figure. Before long, he disappeared behind the glass door.

  Dazed, she stared at Qiao Yunxue's calm back, Zhao Peirong didn't move for a long time. When she saw Rong Jian walking over, Zhao Peirong smiled faintly and returned to her seat: "Mr. Rong is so slow, I thought... Mr. Rong was held back by the woman he likes."

  After finishing speaking, Yingying's almond-shaped eyes cautiously glanced at Rongqian.

  "Sorry, Yunxue is being naughty and brought you here." Rong Qian slightly curved his lips and raised his hand, "Menu—"

  Zhao Peirong was somewhat absent-minded: "You're very hurt by her. Do you love her?"

  Rong Qian's deep and profound eyes seemed to smile yet not smile as they swept over Zhao Peirong.

  Zhao Peirong met his gaze, suddenly lowered her head, and lightly sipped the clear tea. After a while, she finally spoke in a low voice: "Qian, your father has always hoped that we would get married. I think... old people's words are all right..."

  Qiao Yunxue returned to Oil Painting Street again.

  After some thought, she found that there was only Oil Painting Street to go to. She might as well go and see Shu Yu, the oil painter's life was simple yet fulfilling, painting oil paintings all day, and she could bask in his glory.

  Then she must stay at her mother's house and not leave. At least she has to stay for three to five days, seven or eight days, or ten days half a month.

  Just arrived at the alley entrance, a Mercedes-Benz blocked the taxi.

  The glass of the Mercedes-Benz slowly descended, and inside was Jiang Qiong, who still had a lingering charm: "Yunxue, are we going to Oil Painting Village to talk or just have a chat in this café?"

  Her bright and clear eyes sparkled as Qiao Yunxue smiled faintly: "Jiang Dong, please forgive me for being pregnant, I'm not suitable for drinking coffee. As a woman yourself, you must understand my situation."

  The lady of a wealthy family cares most about her descendants. This lie, neither too heavy nor too light, can make Jiang Qiong retreat.

  "Do you have the blood of the Rong family?" Jiang Qiong was shocked, her beautiful face slightly distorted, and she actually took the initiative to make way for the car, watching as Qiao Yunxue left.

  Without answering Jiang Qiong's question, Qiao Yunxue gently covered her face, not letting Jiang Qiong see through the crack. These lies were quite effective, but they were all temporary measures, and she had to think of a way to make it permanent.

  As expected, Shu Yu was painting, but that Xia Yu Lian was still entangled with him. Qiao Yun Xue glared at the two for a while, and finally left with a sly smile - poor Shu Yu, now he is already known as the village's philanderer in Oil Painting Village.

  Now Shu Yu has to pull everyone he meets to explain - I am being framed, I am a virgin.

  Nowadays, the oral fixation of most male villagers in Oil Painting Village is - I am a virgin.

  Last night, Swallow was still laughing so hard that she couldn't catch her breath. That heartless and ruthless little girl loves to see Shu Yu make a fool of himself.

  I'm really puzzled where this Xia Yu Lian came from.

  Back to the sunset gallery, Xia Xinqin urged her daughter to go back: "Nothing good, go home and study the menu. A man's heart is tied to the hot rice and dishes at home. You, running here every day, Rong Qian can't even catch a glimpse of you, how can he care about you?"

  "Mom, I want to go home and live." Qiao Yunxue hugged her mother's arm and coquettishly said, "I've been feeling very lazy lately and don't want to cook for others. Mom, aren't you afraid that when I get married, I'll focus on my husband's family and neglect you and dad? Mom, I'm your daughter, can't I just stay for a while?"

  "Yunxue..." Heartless Xia Xinqin glared at her daughter, but then softened, thought for a moment, and suddenly picked up the phone.

  "Mom——" Qiao Yunxue rushed to grab the phone without saying another word.

  "Alright, you can stay, but only if Rong Qian agrees. Your household head now is no longer your mom, it's Rong Qian, so you have to listen to him."

  "Mom!" Qiao Yunxue glared at her mother, her eyes twitching slightly. "I'm not under eighteen, I'm already twenty-eight and then some. I don't need a guardian anymore."

  Xia Xinqin didn't listen to her daughter, the phone had already connected: "Rong Qian? Yunxue said she wants to go home and live for a few days, you see... why don't you come over tonight to pick up Yunxue and take her home, and have a good talk with her. This girl is too careless, Rong Qian, you must take good care of her."

  "Ma——" she growled, bouncing three feet high in the room. She glared helplessly at her old mother.

  Her eyes were slightly deep and calm, with a warm tone: "If Yunxue likes it, just let her be!"

  "What?!" She thought Rong Qian wouldn't agree, but upon hearing Xia Xinqin's words, her heart sank halfway. Without paying attention to Rong Qian anymore, she turned around and scolded her daughter, "Look at that excellent son-in-law, if he becomes disheartened because of your coldness, I won't stand for it."

  "Heh heh......" As long as she could stay, Qiao Yunxue completely ignored her mother's education and ran out with a lively spirit. "Mom, I'm going out for a walk. I'll be back tonight."

  Xia Xinqin's words were absorbed into Rong Qian's ears without missing a single word. Rong Qian's thin lips curled up slightly: "The bed in Yunxue is a bit hard and small. I'll contact the furniture city to replace it with a new one."

  "Ah?" Xia Xinqin's disheartened face suddenly lit up with a hint of excitement, cautiously probing, "A little bit small?"

  "A bit small!" Rong Qian said.

  "That... isn't small." Xia Xinqin still wasn't at ease, and had to ask more carefully, "Yunxue is very thin and not tall. That bed of hers should be enough."

  "Change to a double bed would be better. Mom, I'm a bit busy here now, hang up the phone first." Rong Qian got up, put down the receiver, and glanced at the newly recruited secretary, "Miss Wang, go to the conference room now."

  "Ah, okay." The beautiful female secretary reluctantly batted her eyelashes, her face flushing as she stepped aside, "Please go first, Director Cui."

  Miss Wang's voice is a bit shrill...

  Rong Qian furrowed his brow and strode out, not to the conference room, but into Qian Tao's office. He leaned lazily against the door frame, his arms crossed, and gazed at Qian Tao.

  At this sight, Qian Tao couldn't sit still and stood up, his voice trembling: "Excuse me, Mr. Rong, is this a sign that you're about to get angry?"

  Hearing this, Rong Qian raised an eyebrow.

  Qian Tao became even more unflappable: "Zong, I'm your helper, not your opponent. You don't need to use your killer moves on me. Just smile and ask, and I'll confess everything obediently."

  "Is Secretary Wang someone you hired?" Rong Qian asked calmly.

  "It's me." As soon as he heard it was the secretary, Qian Tao's hanging heart fell, "I guarantee, Miss Wang is very familiar with her job. Being a secretary is a bit of a waste of talent. In the future, when discussing business, President Rong can make good use of Miss Wang's beauty and intelligence. In this era, if an old boss doesn't have a pretty female secretary by his side, he'll be ridiculed. President Rong, it's good for a man to be clean and self-disciplined, but if you're too extreme, people will suspect you have psychological problems..."

  "Our Vice President Qian forgot the good things our beautiful secretary did." Rong Qian reminded him lightly, with a hint of warning, "Or... did Vice President Qian get benefits from them?"

  Qian Tao was sweating profusely: "Zong, how can you drag me into such a serious matter? This Miss Wang is really good in character and learning. I vouch for her. I was selected from among 100 candidates, truly one in a hundred. Miss Wang is very familiar with the real estate market..."

  Rong Qian slightly furrowed his brow.

  Very familiar with the real estate market...

  "I guarantee, this beauty is not sent by Dong Rong to seduce you." Qian Tao chuckled, "The one he has a crush on is Zhao Peirong, and he won't use a secretary to seduce you. Dong Rong values family background the most."

  No longer speaking, Rong Qian walked towards the conference room.

  Qiao Yunxue went to Yingyue Sales Department.

  Now only the tail disk is left, and most of the business personnel have been transferred away from the scene. Lin Xiaomei, Juanzi and Zhou Tuan are still there.

  Juanzi and Zhou Zongpan have clients to attend to. Only Lin Xiaomei is free, as soon as she sees Qiao Yunxue, she immediately comes over: "You're quite something, Manager Qiao, abandoning us without a care, going on a private trip by yourself. You still have the nerve to say that you consider us sisters. Today I must give you a good scolding." After finishing speaking, she takes a forceful gulp of water, preparing to educate her friend.

  "I didn't go traveling. I was kidnapped." In front of Lin Xiaomei, Qiao Yunxue couldn't hide it. With a close friend who could talk heart-to-heart, her brow furrowed tightly.

  "Huh?" A mouthful of water spat out, Lin Xiao Mei looked up and down, shaking her head finally, "Who would believe you were kidnapped? Humph, your parents have some money, but not enough to tempt kidnappers. Although you're a bit pretty, it's not like everyone loves you..."

  Bowing over the office desk, holding onto the desktop and swaying back and forth, Qiao Yunxue blinked her eyes: "What if it's Luo Shaofan?"

  "Who?" Lin Xiaomei was stunned. Her brain had a brief short circuit, and she suddenly rushed to Qiao Yunxue's face, "Luo Shaofan kidnapped you? What does he want?"

  Lin Xiaomei glanced over, but Qiao Yunxue remained silent.

  "Uh... wasn't she raped or something?" Lin Xiaomei winked at her, teasingly, "If so, I wouldn't find it strange. After all, Luo Shaofan loves you."

  "No, he doesn't love me." Blinking her eyes, Qiao Yunxue shook her head, "Don't talk nonsense."

  "I'm not talking nonsense." Lin Xiaomei hummed, "Not only does he love you, but you also still love him. Yunxue, your current confusion isn't because you're unclear about what's going on in your heart?"

  "Ah——" Qiao Yunxue raised her head. The puzzled eyes, with a hint of helplessness, made one's heart ache.

  "Don't doubt my words. Luo Shaofeng has always been a woman's heartthrob, one glance from him can make a woman's heart skip a beat. He chose you out of so many women, of course he loves you. And you, after doing so many foolish things for so many years, running to Tibet, getting married in a flash, and even trying AA, it's all because you love him, hate him, can't forget him." Lin Xiaomei said sincerely and deeply.

  "I didn't," Qiao Yunxue opposed, "He wanted to get back together, I refused."

  "You refused, but that doesn't mean it's what you really wanted." Lin Xiaomei dissected her heart mercilessly. "You think Rong Qian is a good person and are very grateful to him for marrying you hastily. But you don't love him, feeling guilty in your heart and wanting to make it up to him all the time. That's not love. If Luo Shaobai really had enough reason to explain his infidelity, wouldn't you reconcile with him? Yunxue, you can't forget that he's a young master of a wealthy family, and the temptations he faces are already too many. Experiencing these things at a young age means you won't have to worry about keeping mistresses in the future."

  "Listen, Qiao Yunxue didn't make a sound, after a long time, she slightly opened her lips: "No, you don't understand. Rong Qian is a good person and also a man. He makes me feel at ease and I don't want to leave him. No matter what I do, I will think of him first, the things I do must not hurt him. Xiao Mei, you don't understand."

  "No, you don't understand your own heart. If you really let go of Luo Shaofan, you wouldn't always be avoiding Mr. Rong." Lin Xiaomei gently reminded, "I really hope you can reunite with Luo Shaofan. He is the one you love."

  "I'm getting a divorce" Qiao Yunxue stared blankly at the desktop.

  Tonight? Tomorrow night? She should be talking to Rong Qian about it.

  "Ah?" Lin Xiaomei's face lit up with joy, "So you've already figured it out? You've decided to get back together with Luo Shaofan."

  Qiao Yunxue stood up: "I want to change careers, I want to learn painting. Xiao Mei, I think about traveling everywhere. Within three to five years, I don't want to come back again."

  "You're going to start avoiding Luo Shaofeng again? You want to hide in your quilt and cry until your eyes are swollen?" Lin Xiaomei jumped up anxiously, "You still say you don't love Luo Shaofeng? If it weren't for him, why would you think of leaving here again? Rong Qian is someone you can talk things through with. If Rong Qian were a real man, he'd understand and let you go."

  "I don't want a perfect ending." Qiao Yunxue walked out, "I hate perfect endings. As soon as I hear these two words, I feel like killing people and setting fires."

  Lin Xiaomei also stood up, looking uneasily at Qiao Yuxue's back. If she didn't love him, where did her confusion come from?

  She walked out and Qiao Yunxue crossed the square, heading towards the bus station.

  "Miss Qiao?" An old man's voice.

  Jiao Yunxue stopped in her tracks and bowed deeply: "Hello, Director Rong!"

  Furrowing her brow, Rong Changfeng was somewhat displeased: "I remember, today is Friday." She was actually not in the sales department, but outside wandering around.

  "Take a deep breath, Qiao Yunxue's smile blossomed: 'Rong Dong, I'm on holiday today, but I wasn't quite at ease, so I came over to take a look.'"

  "Oh?" Rong Chang nodded, his eyes sliding down to her abdomen, "I seem to recall that you said you were pregnant. Last time you mentioned it."

  "Ah——" Her face flushed, Qiao Yunxue never thought that Rong Changfeng still remembered this. She felt a bit embarrassed and turned her face away, "Uh..."

  Rong Changfeng locked her in a flustered appearance, but his deep eyes were secretly revealing a smile: "No need to be shy. I've also heard that you and Rong Qian are lovers, since you have it, then get married."

  "Uh..." Qiao Yunxue felt like the stars in the sky were twinkling, this joke had gone too far, and it seemed she had implicated Rong Qian again. After thinking for a moment, she held back her breath and said, "It doesn't seem right for Director Rong to interfere with our marriage."

  Come on, which boss still cares about employees' marriage?

  Isn't this a bit too broad?

  "Ah?" Rong Changfeng's face turned stern, his air of wealth and nobility evident. "Rong Qian that kid, has such poor eyesight. Don't worry, even if the baby in your belly calls me grandpa, I won't agree to your marriage."

  He finished speaking and waved his hand, instructing the driver to step on it, and before long, Qiao Yunxue was left in the dust.

  What a strange chairman!

  Qiao Yunxue looked at the dust raised by the car with a puzzled expression, her small mouth flat - indeed "accompanying a lord is like accompanying a tiger", it's really "the heart of a lord is hard to measure"!

  The chairman of Jinghua is really hard to deal with! I don't know how Qian Jian, the assistant to the president, can bear the hardships of dealing with Chairman Jinghua. Alas, poor Qian Jian!

  Qiao Yunxue decided not to take a ride and instead kicked the small stones on the side of the road, walking slowly towards Oil Painting Street at a speed of 500 meters per hour.

  The neon lights had just come on when she arrived at the entrance of Oil Painting Street. She took a glance at the neon lights and ran into a coffee shop, lingering over a cup of coffee for two hours. Unable to linger any longer, she left under the displeased gaze of the boss.

  Back home, Mom and Dad have gone to sleep.

  But the door is still there.

  Qiao Yunxue hesitated at the door for a while before opening it, slowly making her way up to the third floor and back into her bedroom. She was shocked when she saw the room, staring blankly before excitedly pouncing onto the big bed.

  She could think of what, she hurriedly ran outside, slipped into her mother's bedroom, and hugged her mother excitedly with tears: "Mom, you really love your daughter the most, knowing that your daughter wants to live long, buying such a comfortable big bed. Mom, I love you so much. I've decided, starting from tomorrow, I'll cook three meals for Dad and Mom. To thank my parents' kindness."

  "Huh?" Xia Xinqin didn't understand.

  Qiao Yunxue has run out again, back to her bedroom, and jumped onto the big bed: "Woo woo, I'll never think about Rong Qian's big bed again... The spring is so comfortable, the sheets are so comfortable, the pillow is so comfortable. This way, I don't need Rong Qian to hug me, my whole body will be warm and cozy."

  Rong Qian walked out of the bathroom and looked down at the small woman who was lying in the big red quilt, completely absorbed in her own world.

  The corners of his lips slowly curved upwards.

  The atmosphere seems to be somewhat off!

  And it doesn't seem like this smell is from her room. It seems like the peppermint scent of her shower gel has spread out.

  Qiao Yunxue felt it. After thinking for a moment, she directly ignored it. This comfortable bed, she would lie down again. Whatever big things could wait until later.

  But she only lay still for three seconds, then got up abruptly and slowly met Rong Yu's eyes along the strong masculine aura.

  A tall and robust Greek art piece?

  And with sparkling eyes that seem to smile, arms and legs that appear to move, it's a super vivid Greek art piece.

  She quietly pinched her own arm with her hand.

  Just as she was about to pinch down, her arm was caught by Rong Qian, grasped in his palm, and he stared at her: "It's me, no need to pinch."

  "Who allowed you to come?" She was furious. After much difficulty, she and her mother had finally won the right for her to live in her maternal home, but he showed up that very night.

  "The husband sings and the wife follows." Rong Qian remained calm and composed.

  "Husband sings and wife follows" means the wife follows the husband wherever he goes, not the other way around. Qiao Yunxue corrected with a huff.

  "Of course. But we have a rule: when I sing, you follow; when you sing, I follow."

  What a weak feeling! Qiao Yunxue's eyes twitched slightly, and she rubbed her nose, staring at the big bed with a scowl: "Don't tell me this bed was changed by you?"

  Alas, this bed is too expensive! When can I turn over and become a rich man?

  "That... we're on our own." Rong Qian raised an eyebrow.

  His calm and gentle appearance made Qiao Yun's teeth itch: "What does this have to do with anything?"

  "You provide the room, I'll provide the bed." Rong Qian said with a warm smile, "This way we can sleep more soundly and don't have to worry about being woken up in the middle of the night by someone holding an abacus to calculate accounts."

  Qiao Yunxue's face turned bright red with embarrassment as she recalled the scene of reckoning from before.

  Her face twitching, Qiao Yunxue finally squeezed out a sentence after a long time: "But I want to live alone."

  "I know." Rong Qian raised an eyebrow, seemingly smiling yet not quite, as he gazed at her, "In order to avoid being abandoned by my wife from start to finish, I had no choice but to move the bed over..."