“No need. I believe everything can be resolved here,” Jun Hao’s mouth curved in an ambiguous smile, his right hand gently lifting her chin: “Whatever you want, I can satisfy you here.” Jun Hao lowered his head, his warm breath brushing her cheek. Pei Xuanzhi eagerly closed her eyes, waiting for the next moment of tender intimacy.
After a long time, without receiving his kiss, Pei Xuanzhi opened her eyes to see Jun Hao already looking into the distance. She parted her lips: “Hao, what’s wrong?”
“I don’t allow you to say the word ‘Hao’ from your mouth again,” Jun Hao’s tone was threatening without anger.
Pei Xuanzhi blinked, putting on a pitiful expression: “Then shall I call you ‘darling’?”
“Whatever,” Jun Hao simply said, turning to look at her: “Tell me, what do you want?”
“Darling…” Pei Xuanzhi called out, pressing her body against him again: “Let’s go register. We can hold the wedding later.” She was clever; the registration was the key, and even without a wedding, she would be the legitimate Mrs. Jun.
“Okay,” Jun Hao didn’t say much.
“We’ll register today. I’ve already prepared the documents,” Pei Xuanzhi wrapped her arms around Jun Hao’s neck: “I knew no one could separate us.”
Jun Hao didn’t hesitate, quickly starting the car and heading to the civil affairs bureau.
Sakai Kensei and the two elders of the Jun family watched Jun Hao laughing heartily on television, suddenly feeling he was so unfamiliar. He couldn’t even guess why Jun Hao would agree to Pei Xuanzhi’s request. Saving An Hong was not a path that could only be taken by Pei Xuanzhi. Pei Xuanzhi could use money to bribe witnesses to give false testimony, and Jun Hao could also use money to make witnesses tell the truth, but he didn’t do so. He didn’t even care about the media’s overwhelming reports, and now he had actually registered for marriage.
“Kensei, quickly call that brat back to me,” Jun Lintian was furious, clutching his chest and coughing.
“Uncle, don’t be anxious. I’ll go drag him back right now,” Sakai Kensei quickly disappeared from the two elders’ sight, perhaps he needed to help Jun Hao with something.
Lin Xianghua hurriedly patted Jun Lintian’s back, comforting him, “The child has his own sense of measure. Don’t be anxious. It’s not good to worry yourself sick.”
“Does he treat us like his parents? The press conference in Singapore has already caused a huge uproar, plus the story about a lover’s father being imprisoned. Several shareholders have already contacted me, wanting to take measures,” Jun Lintian was angry, but his tone softened when speaking to his wife.
Lin Xianghua sighed, “Are you angry that he got married without notifying us, or angry about the messy things happening outside? As long as he likes her, I don’t care who he marries. My only request is that he gives me a grandchild to hold soon.”
“I…” Jun Lintian lowered his head, always losing to his wife.
Lin Xianghua smiled softly, “We’ll just wait to hold our grandchild.”
Pei Xuanyan was still at the B City branch company. When he walked out of the office, every employee uniformly congratulated him. He didn’t take it to heart, thinking it was due to the company’s recent performance surge.
“Director Pei is going back to A City today, right? Your sister’s wedding is a big deal, and she’s marrying Jun Hao from Jun Zheng Group. We must treat us to a wedding drink someday,” department head Xie Shixiong sincerely congratulated Pei Xuanyan.
“What did you say?” Pei Xuanyan’s cold face grew even colder.
“You’re telling me you don’t know about such a big event?” Xie Shixiong clearly didn’t believe Pei Xuanyan was unaware, as the TV had just finished broadcasting. But Pei Xuanyan’s expression was not joking – more accurately, he was not a person who would joke.
Ignoring the surprised eyes behind him, Pei Xuanyan quickly ran to the parking lot. He casually dialed a phone number: “I think we should meet.
Night was deep, Jun Hao had been sitting in the parking lot for nearly half an hour. He hated himself for being afraid to see her. Time passed slowly, and action finally triumphed over thought as he walked towards the hotel.
The hotel manager personally led him to the room and opened the door. The room was dark with no lights on. With a few “pats”, he turned on all the lights inside. The living room was neatly arranged, as if no one lived there. He gently opened the bedroom door, afraid of waking her, and did not turn on the light. Moving towards the bed, he found no trace of the person he was looking for.
“An Ke, get out now!” He was accustomed to cursing at her, but the only response was the silence filling the room. He turned on the lights to illuminate every corner, yet her figure was nowhere to be found.
“An Ke… An Ke…” He shouted several times, a feeling of panic slowly spreading through his entire body.
………Happy Lantern Festival, everyone!!……………………………………………. 023 Concern “You’re here,” a very thin voice sighed like a ghost, as if it would disappear in the blink of an eye.
Jun Hao followed the voice and saw her illuminated precisely by a beam of light. She wore a black long dress, her black hair cascading like a waterfall, her slender body seeming as if it could be blown away by the wind. He strode forward, but his concern turned into anger: “Are you standing on the balcony in the middle of the night trying to scare people?”
The wind was cold, and people’s hearts were even colder. An Ke did not turn back; the wind tousled her black hair. The pitch-black night sky captured her entire gaze. She did not look back at Jun Hao, nor did she have the mood to argue. Hearing Jun Hao approach, she nervously said, “Don’t come over.”
“You…” The words of reproach were about to leave his mouth when he touched her coldness and involuntarily expressed concern: “Why are your hands so cold?”
She quickly withdrew her hand, still looking at the night sky. His hand was warm, making one want to grasp it and never let go.
“It seems you’re disobedient again. How could you freeze my things like this? You should know that without my permission, you don’t even have the right to catch a cold.” He embraced her from behind, his warm breath circling around her.
“Instead of staying with your bride, you’ve come here just to declare your ownership,” her stiff, cold body gradually melting from his breath, but her heart grew even colder.
Jun Hao held her slender waist from behind, his lips gently brushing her sensitive earlobe, the corner of his mouth lifting in a beautiful arc: “Tell me you mind, and I’ll stay here with you, ignoring the bride.”
“Then I’ll tell you I don’t mind, please leave immediately,” her voice forcibly calm, but her slightly trembling body revealed her unease.
Jun Hao held her tighter, his lips already restlessly kissing her cheek, mockingly asking, “Minding means minding. Is it so hard to admit?”
A cold droplet fell on his hand. He quickly turned her around, feeling his blood freeze instantly. He saw her eyes swollen like water-soaked peaches, her face pale, tears dropping like unstrung pearls. Each detail stabbed at his heart, and he shook her, asking, “What’s wrong with you?”
She struggled to escape his restraint, not wanting him to see her vulnerable side, turning away and choking, “I’m fine. I beg you to leave quickly. Give me two days, just two days.”
“Tell me why you’re crying,” he pulled her back, cupping her face, not allowing escape: “Is it because of me…”
“Go, let me be alone,” her cold body slowly sliding down along the balcony railing, needing only a space to calm her emotions.
“How could I leave you alone at this time,” disregarding An Ke’s struggle, he carried her to bed and covered her with a blanket.
