The Mysterious CEO and His Feisty Bride
Chapter 336 - 344: A Kind of Singleness, Waiting for Someone (4)

Chapter 336: Chapter 344: A Kind of Singleness, Waiting for Someone (4)

Lu Niange hadn’t fully stabilized when a red Ferrari stopped in front of him. The car door was pushed open, and wearing pajamas with disheveled hair, Jian Chenxi ran out from the car, hurling herself toward Lu Niange. Before she even reached his arms, tears were already rolling down her face.

"Niange, are you alright?"

Jian Chenxi’s voice contained a trace of a choke and a tremble as she tightly embraced Lu Niange.

Lu Niange didn’t dodge, simply letting Jian Chenxi hold him.

The tow truck driver called to tow Lu Niange’s car couldn’t help but sigh, "This is really too dangerous. It was so close, just a bit more and the car would have plunged down the mountain—destroyed and dead!"

Lu Niange turned his head to look at the scene. The road’s guardrail was twisted out of shape and the front left wheel of his car had already slid out. It was indeed as those people had said; it was very close to complete destruction and death!

Seeing all this, Jian Chenxi cried even harder. Her whole body began to tremble violently. "Niange, thank goodness you’re fine. How could you drive so carelessly? What would I have done if you had gone off the edge?"

Lu Niange turned back, looked at Jian Chenxi’s tear-streaked face, tugged at the corner of his lips and said, "You haven’t died, so how could I possibly die?"

Jian Chenxi hadn’t expected Lu Niange to say something like that. She abruptly raised her head, her eyes full of disbelief.

Under the dim streetlights, Lu Niange’s face remained the same, his eyes gentle and mellow. However, the cold smile between his brows made Jian Chenxi forget to cry, and she stuttered, "Niange..."

Lu Niange hummed in response, curved his lips, and smiled faintly. The smile was extremely light, swirling like mist, and he said, "Don’t you want to marry me? Then let’s get married."

With that, Lu Niange extended his hand and pushed Jian Chenxi away from his embrace.

Jian Chenxi stood there, utterly stunned.

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Li Qingshen, carrying the clothes Lu Niange had sent, walked back to the villa. As he reached the second floor and passed by Ling Momo’s bedroom, he slightly paused, his eyes flickering uncertainly at her door.

Then, he gently pushed open the bedroom door and walked in.

Ling Momo was lying on the large bed, already fast asleep. Curled up, her pale face featured rosy lips slightly parted, breathing softly and steadily.

Li Qingshen couldn’t help but lean against her bedroom wardrobe, half-leaning, quietly gazing at her.

Ling Momo was sleeping soundly, her small head occasionally rubbing against the sheet, looking like a mischievous little cat, cute yet lazy.

Always playful, even in her sleep, she couldn’t shed this part of her nature, and her soft little lips would pout from time to time.

His gaze, unbeknownst to him, became increasingly tender and gentle, a usual indifferent corner of his lips now showing a faint smile.

He felt this was arguably the most peaceful scene he had ever seen in his life.

She was asleep, he was smiling, such warm life like this was the best day he could think of.

In that moment, he truly wished that time could stay just like this forever.