After Bankruptcy, the Billionaire Asked Me to Marry Him!
Chapter 305: You Have the Potential to Be a Flirty Woman

Chapter 305: Chapter 305: You Have the Potential to Be a Flirty Woman

"Lan Lan, say that again!"

It was as if that introduction had used up all her courage. Dropping a line about going to the supermarket, Lan Lan tugged Jyang Che out the door.

Just as they stepped through the iron gates of the Ye Mansion, Jyang Che stopped abruptly, pulling her into his arms. "Lan Lan, you agreed, didn’t you? From now on, I officially have a girlfriend, right?"

"If you didn’t hear it clearly, too bad!"

Lan Lan kept up her stubborn facade, casting a sideways glance at Jyang Che before shifting her gaze to the dull gray snow piled in the distance.

Her ears, however, betrayed a suspicious hint of blush.

The more he thought about it, the more ecstatic he became. If only this wasn’t the Ye Mansion, he would’ve jumped up and perfectly dunked a three-pointer into the hoop.

Jyang Che held Lan Lan tightly. "Lan Lan, I love you!"

The wind whispered in his ears.

And the distant chirping of sparrows echoed faintly.

But none of it was louder than the thumping of his heartbeat.

It reverberated so powerfully, she swore her own chest started to ache.

"Jyang Che, you’re truly such an idiot!"

"How am I an idiot?"

"With your status, what kind of girlfriend couldn’t you find? Yet you choose someone like me—empty-handed and with nothing to her name?"

"My status? Lan Lan, don’t spout nonsense! I’m a taken man now, with a girlfriend! Those other women outside have nothing to do with me! Don’t ruin my reputation!!!"

"..."

As another gust of cold wind brushed past, Lan Lan finally snapped back to reality.

"Uh... weren’t we going to the supermarket? Let’s go..."

"Just let me hold you a little longer!"

Jyang Che grinned. "Finally, I can hold you openly and proudly. I’m not about to waste this stroke of good fortune!"

"You silly thing. From now on..." I’ll let you hold me every single day!

Before Lan Lan could finish her sentence, Jyang Che loosened his embrace.

The next moment, his lips descended upon hers.

Her heartbeat, which had just begun to calm, drummed heavily once more. Lan Lan instinctively tried to push him away.

She wanted to remind him—what if her mom or Aunt Xue were watching from the living room window?

But Jyang Che’s kiss was rushed, fierce, as though it was a now-or-never opportunity.

Her stiff posture gradually softened.

Screw it, Lan Lan decided. Let them watch if they must! They already know—this is her boyfriend!

They’re bound to understand; it’s the honeymoon phase.

For a split second, she let her guard down, and Jyang Che seized the opportunity to part her lips.

The rich aroma of Longjing tea drifted over as Lan Lan reached out to clasp his suit jacket.

Jyang Che abruptly stopped.

He released her and discreetly stepped back. With a piercing gaze, Jyang Che exclaimed, "Lan Lan, I’ve suddenly realized—you have the potential to be a heartbreaker!"

???

Dazed and dizzy from the kiss, Lan Lan froze.

Then Jyang Che began his complaint: "We’ve kissed, hugged, yet you still refuse to acknowledge me as your boyfriend. I can’t help but wonder—am I being emotionally manipulated by you?"

!!!

First came embarrassment.

Then came anger.

Lan Lan raised her hand.

Jyang Che bolted instantly.

As Jyang Che suddenly halted and spun around mid-step, Lan Lan couldn’t stop herself and crashed into his embrace.

Muffled laughter and heated breaths filled the air as his elated voice rang warmly in her ear, "Lan Lan, as long as it’s you, I’d gladly be ’heartbroken’ with no regrets!"

Lan Lan broke into a smile, her thoughts drifting elsewhere as she leaned in to bite his neck.

"Lan Lan!"

Jyang Che sucked in a sharp breath, clutching his neck. "Are you part canine or something?"

"Didn’t you say as long as it’s me, you’d have no regrets? Well, I felt like biting you. What, isn’t that okay?"

"Fine, fine! How about you bite this side too? That way, it’ll be symmetrical, which appeases my obsessive-compulsive tendencies!"

"Nope. I want you to feel uncomfortable!"

"Lan Lan, but I already feel awful now! The kind of awful that only hugs, kisses, and more can cure!"

"..."

Their playful banter lasted until the car door finally shut, muffling the lively sounds.

Hand in hand, the two aimlessly wandered through the supermarket, circling aisle after aisle in boredom.

Lan Lan deeply regretted her choice.

Why would someone like her, a sharp and capable President Lan, renowned for her exceptional employee awards and razor-sharp mind, resort to such a childish excuse like going to the supermarket in a moment of urgency?

Family had plenty of fruits, fresh produce, milk—everything.

But going home empty-handed? That would draw unwanted attention to their motives!

Spotting Lan Lan’s mild frustration, Jyang Che chuckled and led her to the gift section.

They picked out gifts for Aunt Lan, Li Xueqing, and Ye Mushen.

But Fu Yanci and Ye Li? Jyang Che left their gifts untouched.

First, he had no clue what to buy—it wouldn’t be a thoughtful gift if it didn’t suit them.

Second, buying something wrong would embarrass Lan Lan instead of him.

"You choose, I’ll pay. Perfect deal!"

Tilting his chin up slightly, Jyang Che flashed a radiant smile.

They chose a bottle of red wine for Fu Yanci.

And picked out new fragrance for Ye Li.

Jyang Che swiped his card without even glancing at the bill, earning a squint from Lan Lan. "Did you... forget something?"

"What?"

Jyang Che exaggeratedly blinked, deliberately feigning ignorance.

Lan Lan stayed silent.

Jyang Che pulled her into his arms and planted a kiss on the corner of her lips. "Lan Lan, I’m gifting myself to you as your New Year’s Eve present. Please accept!"

"I don’t..." want it.

Before her playful rejection could escape her lips, Jyang Che silenced her with another kiss.

The store clerk behind the counter flushed red and turned away, pretending to busy herself with searching for a gift box for the perfume.

By the time Lan Lan pushed Jyang Che away, her face was as red as a persimmon.

Fingers intertwined, they strolled slowly back to the parking lot and then leisurely drove back to the Ye Mansion.

Getting out of the car, Lan Lan glanced at the rearview mirror.

She was, unmistakably, still the same person.

Her face wasn’t red anymore.

Yet somehow, she didn’t feel like herself anymore.

Her eyes sparkled like stars.

Her expression carried a subtle joy.

And her lips wouldn’t stop curling into a smile.

To top it off, her lips—brightly flushed red—seemed far outside her norm.

Looking into the mirror, she pressed her lips together repeatedly.

But instead of fading, the vibrant red color only deepened...

Frustrated, Lan Lan shot a glare at Jyang Che. "This is all your fault!"

"What can I do about it?"

Jyang Che sighed. "Before you agreed, I could restrain myself. But now that you’ve said yes, I not only want to kiss you or hold you, but I’ve been imagining so much more between us."

Lan Lan paused, cheeks flushed with a tinge of anger flashing in her eyes.

Yet, she couldn’t bring herself to call him shameless.

She vaguely recalled reading somewhere that men in love—even the good ones—tend to have their brains overtaken by thoughts of passion.

Every time they see the person they’re infatuated with, their minds spiral to impulsive desires.

Especially those in the throes of a honeymoon phase.

They were, arguably, in their honeymoon phase, weren’t they?

Jyang Che expected her to react like she always did—glare at him fiercely.

Or perhaps blush and scold him, "Jyang Che, have you no shame?"

He braced himself for her response.

If she glared, he’d seize her into a hug again, stealing extra kisses before they entered the house.

If she called him shameless, he’d cheekily reply, "I already have a girlfriend. Why would I need shame?"

But neither of those reactions came.

The poised and confident President Lan, an impeccable leader at those company executive meetings...

The clever and coquettish Lan Lan, who always tightened up around him...

The stubborn Lan Zhuzhu baby on WeChat, who pretended to ignore his presence...

In this instant, her cheeks were flushed, her eyes sparkling like stars.

"Jyang Che, when we get back, you should move into the downstairs room and live with me. If you want kisses, hugs, or even more—I’ll respond to you even more passionately."

Boom!

Jyang Che froze.

Three words exploded in his mind: This is deadly!

With the long holiday looming ahead, how on Earth was he supposed to survive until the sixth to return to work?