Kiss the Romantic CEO

Yi Qing understood her feelings, embraced her shoulders, and gently comforted her: “Actually, this is how we minimize harm. For a marriage without genuine feelings, only bound by interests, who can guarantee it won’t be another kind of injury to her or me in the future?”

“But it cost you your job.”

“I’m still working,” he paused. “Or are you hoping to be a CEO’s wife?”

“What nonsense!” This time she wasn’t gentle, giving him a hard punch. “I don’t care if you’re a CEO, I just don’t want to affect your future.”

The one punched was smiling, “Future still needs to be fought for by oneself, don’t worry, I won’t let you go hungry…” At this point, someone’s stomach growled.

They looked at each other and burst out laughing.

“Let’s go, I’ll take you to eat,” he stood up and dressed, asking, “What do you want? Cantonese cuisine? Or… go to that steak restaurant from last time, you really liked their thick soup…”

“I think, let’s not go out to eat,” facing his puzzled look, she continued excitedly, “Let’s just make something at home, it’s more convenient.” Saving money was the real intention.

Some words Xiao Yao kept in her heart, not daring to say out loud. Although he was still generous, she was afraid of running out of resources, after all, he was no longer the high-ranking CEO from before. Every time Zhima asked what he was doing now, Xiao Yao found it hard to explain – say he’s playing on the computer all day?

“I prepared everything when I came today, just need to cook a bit, wait a moment, it’ll be ready soon,” Xiao Yao, now dressed, quickly walked towards the kitchen.

“Uh, do you need help?” His worried voice.

“No need… ah!” In the sizzling oil, a woman rushed out with a pot lid.

Moments later, a fragrant four-dish, one-soup meal was on the table.

“Let’s eat!” Washed hands, removed apron, he said.

“Wow! Amazing! Even better than my mom!” The woman who insisted she didn’t need help chirped around the table.

Just as they were about to eat, Shao Zun’s voice suddenly came from outside—

“Extra! Extra!”

Extra? What was going to happen now?

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