Luo Anning had long gotten used to his temper and hence, did not react to it. She walked towards him and pressed her face towards his. “Hubby, was what you said just now, real?”
Rong Yan hollered, “No!”
Luo Anning knew that he was throwing a tantrum and speaking the opposite. Hence, she boldly walked towards him and took a seat on his lap before draping her hands around his neck with a smile on her beautiful face.
Rong Yan’s Adam Apple moved a little and he squinted like a predator targeting its prey. Luo Anning bit her lip and asked, feeling vexed, “If I don’t wish to work with MK and decide to work with Philly Bank instead, will I be criticized for being a wastrel?”
Rong Yan stared at her calmly before finally losing it and pinching her smooth and tender cheeks. “So what? I’m willing to let you waste everything. No one will dare to criticize you at all.”
I’m willing to let you be a wastrel…
I’m willing to let you be a wastrel…
I’m willing to let you be a wastrel…
Luo Anning immediately spaced out. Is he being a little too direct?
Men would usually give their women wealth because they loved them.
They would satisfy their women because they loved them.
But, does Rong Yan… love me?
No… that can’t be right. He merely said that he likes me.
Besides, the Rong Family is extremely wealthy and they probably will never exhaust their wealth.
Seeing how dumbfounded she was, Rong Yan shook her in amusement, after which she recovered from the shock and hung her head low, not daring to make eye contact with him.
Rong Yan raised his brows and said firmly, “Anning, you haven’t answered me yet.”
“Answer what?”
Rong Yan frowned, clearly displeased by the fact that she did not seem to care. He pursed his lips and said, “I said I’d let you be a wastrel. You haven’t replied to me.”
Reply to him?
What am I supposed to say?
Luo Anning was dumbfounded. Staring at him, she said in a patronizing manner, “Fine, fine, I get it now. From now on, you’ll be in charge of earning money and I’ll be in charge of being a wastrel. Will that do?”
Rong Yan scoffed and chastised, “How insincere.”
Luo Anning asked, “What’s considered sincere then?”
Rong Yan pursed his lips quietly but he continued to tap his finger on her coral lips.
Clearly, he was asking for a kiss.
Luo Anning was in a dilemma. However, after recalling the fact that he had nitpicked on Laurent for her sake, made her stop feeling shy.
She draped her arms around his neck and reciprocated his kiss.
Rong Yan was pleased with how obedient she was. He pressed a hand against the back of her head and kissed her maniacally.
…
When they returned to the hotel at night, Rong Yan had already finished showering and was in the midst of handling some work matters in front of the desk.
Luo Anning was soaking herself in a rose petal and essential oil bath with a tablet which she was using to watch some drama.
She began humming a light tune because she was in a good mood.
Upon hearing the sounds of knocking outside the door, Luo Anning paused and asked, “What’s the matter?”
“It’s your call,” Rong Yan said,
“Who called?”
“… Du Xiaoran!”
Luo Anning’s heart dropped and she swiftly stood up. She could not even be bothered to remove the rose petals, and instead hurriedly grabbed the towel to wrap it around herself.
