Hearing Cheng Yuelin's words, Ruan Zhiyin was stunned for a moment, then she thought about it, and dragged the other party to the study.
Closing the door of the study, he raised his eyes to meet the man's direct gaze.
She took a deep breath and said softly, "Can you not be angry with what I told you?"
She couldn't guess Cheng Yuelin's attitude towards Cheng Lang, but when she went to see Cheng Lang in the afternoon, the Fang family's nanny took Cheng Lang as a burden, packed her things and left.
It seemed impossible to ask Ruan Zhiyin to leave a six-year-old child alone in the apartment.
Seeing her expression, Cheng Yuelin pursed her thin lips and raised her eyebrows slightly: "Why, you are still so guilty? Could it be that the child is really related to you?"
As far as he knew, none of the Ruan family's relatives had such an old child. And on her mother's side, there was only an uncle who became a diplomat and was not in the country.
"No." Ruan Zhiyin shook her head and sighed, "He has nothing to do with me, but has something to do with you..."
"It has something to do with me?" Cheng Yuelin heard the words, laughed lightly, dragged a sloppy tone, and said directly, "Then you can send him back."
"As for me, it's even more impossible to have any illegitimate children."
Looking at his sworn eyes, Ruan Zhiyin recalled what Zhao Bing had repeatedly hinted, and her brows moved slightly: "Oh? Why are you so sure?"
"Is there a reason for this?" The man raised his eyebrows, and after seeing her strange gaze, he frowned slightly, "Ruan 嘤嘤, what kind of eyes are you looking at?"
Throwing away the doubts in her heart, Ruan Zhiyin explained with a slow sigh: "You think too much, that child is called Cheng Lang, who is... the son of your father."
Zhao Bing was only a few months pregnant when Cheng's father had an accident and divorced. Cheng Yuelin knew about Cheng Lang's existence, but he had never seen it before.
"Aunt Cheng wants to adopt him, so she asked me to pick up Cheng Lang and send him abroad after completing the formalities."
"I originally wanted to send him to the apartment, but the nanny of Fang's family is not very good, and there is no ready-made nanny."
"So I can only..." took the man back home.
After explaining all this, she tugged at the man's cuff, and whispered, "Cheng Lang is staying for two days. It's my fault that I didn't discuss it with you in advance. Don't be angry, okay?"
Cheng Yuelin caught a glimpse of the shiny fingertips on the cuffs, and closed them gently, then slowly looked away: "Am I so easy to get angry?"
"Well, you have a good temper." Ruan Zhiyin looked at the man's slightly raised chin and couldn't help but smile, "Then, let him stay at home for a few days?"
Cheng Yuelin paused, looked down at her, and nodded indifferently.
But even if he lived for two days, he couldn't be so stingy, but she had such an attitude of being like a formidable enemy.
After the matter was settled, Ruan Zhiyin was relieved.
The two opened the door and went downstairs. In the kitchen, Ruan Zhiyin prepared dinner in advance.
When the food was on the table, Cheng Lang looked carefully at Cheng Yuelin, climbed up a high chair silently, and sat on Ruan Zhiyin's left.
Ruan Zhiyin gave him a few pieces of meat, and Cheng Lang ate it with relish, but no one else needed to bother.
At the table, the atmosphere is quiet.
After a while, Cheng Yuelin glanced at what Cheng Lang quietly spat out, and frowned, "Who did you learn to be picky eaters from?"
The man's tone was cold.
Cheng Lang's body shrank, lowered his head, and his voice stumbled: "I... can't eat ginger."
Ruan Zhiyin glanced sideways, and what Cheng Lang spat out was indeed the ginger in the tomato brisket.
Cheng Yuelin is not a picky eater, but he doesn't like to eat ginger.
But she always had to borrow some ginger to get rid of the fishy smell when cooking, so she would cut the ginger into larger pieces so that he could easily find it.
Cheng Lang didn't know, that's why he regarded the large piece of ginger as the potato in the tomato brisket.
Eat it in your mouth and spit it out.
Cheng Yuelin caught a glimpse of Ruan Zhiyin's disapproving look, snorted softly, but didn't speak any more.
After eating, he took the plate as usual, and took the bowl in front of Ruan Zhiyin.
Cheng Lang on the side saw this and carefully handed over his bowl.
Cheng Yuelin just looked down at the bowl and didn't pick it up.
After a while, the man raised his eyebrows lightly and said casually, "Child, you don't eat for free, go to the kitchen to wash the dishes."
Cheng Lang flattened his mouth, hugged his bowl like this, and followed Cheng Yuelin into the kitchen with small steps.
Ruan Zhiyin paused, shook her head, and followed the two into the kitchen.
Cheng Lang is a six-year-old after all, the kitchen sink is a little high, and he struggles to wash dishes.
However, Cheng Yuelin was still standing aside, staring at each other quietly, his eyes threatening.
Ruan Zhiyin sighed and comforted: "Okay, don't scare him anymore."
The man didn't speak, but lightly withdrew his gaze that fell on Cheng Lang.
Cheng Lang carefully finished brushing the bowl, his dark eyes were cautious, glanced at Cheng Yuelin, and handed the bowl to the other party.
The latter lifted his eyelids at will and glanced at him, so frightened that Cheng Lang retracted his hand again.
Cheng Yuelin sneered: "I'm so timid, I don't know who to follow."
He put away the bowl and put it in the cupboard.
After washing the dishes and coming out, Cheng Lang looked down at the water-stained sleeves, rubbed his fingers and looked at Ruan Zhiyin: "Sister, I want to take a bath."
A few steps away, Cheng Yuelin was leaning against the door, with his arms around his arms, and said lightly, "You're such an adult, can't you take a bath?"
Cheng Lang bit his lip and shook his head slightly.
The man pursed his lips and frowned, "Do you know there is a difference between men and women? Dare she let her bathe you?"
After he finished speaking, under Ruan Zhiyin's helpless gaze, he slipped Cheng Langti, who had tears in his eyes, into the bedroom.
The door to the master bedroom didn't seem to be closed. After a while, Ruan Zhiyin heard Cheng Lang's cry from upstairs, and the man's flustered voice.
"Little brat, if you cry again, I'll throw you out now."
Cheng Lang choked softly: "woo woo woo, but my eyes are too hot."
Ruan Zhiyin: "…"
Suddenly I was worried about whether Cheng Yuelin could do it, but she couldn't get in, so she could only wait outside the door.
When the two came out, Cheng Lang was wrapped in a bath towel by Cheng Yuelin and threw it to the 'children's room' on the other side of the master bedroom.
And Ruan Zhiyin looked at his embarrassment, she couldn't help but laughed out loud.
Cheng Yuelin raised his eyebrows, and rubbed the index finger with the shower gel on her cheek: "Ruan 嘤嘤, what are you laughing at? Who am I because of?"
Ruan Zhiyin was stunned for a moment, before subconsciously brushing his cool fingertips over his wet cheeks.
Somehow, suddenly there was an illusion that the two were already in love.
Looking at the man's wet shirt on the sleeves, and the few strands of dripping hair on his forehead.
Ruan Zhiyin took the towel in his palm and whispered, "Then, let me wipe it for you?"
Cheng Yuelin raised his eyebrows slightly, the corners of his lips curled up, and nodded indifferently: "Well, wipe it."
—
The next day was the weekend.
Ruan Zhiyin received You Xin's WeChat, saying that she had sent the last wedding photo to her mailbox.
In addition, the single book has also been printed, ask her when it is convenient, and send an assistant to deliver it.
Thinking that it was fine during the day, and the villa area was not easy to find, Ruan Zhiyin simply asked the driver to take her to Li Youxin's studio to pick up the wedding photos.
Before Cheng Lang woke up, she simply said hello to Cheng Yuelin and went out.
Bentley stopped at an office building in the business district, Ruan Zhiyin got off the car and walked into the building, pressing the elevator to the tenth floor.
When Yu Xin's assistant saw her, she took Ruan Zhiyin to the lounge next to the studio.
"Miss Ruan, wait a moment, I'll get the photo for you."
The glass at the back of the lounge was transparent, Ruan Zhiyin took a sip of water, and when she looked up, she saw that You Xin was taking a photo of a model with a camera, surrounded by a lot of staff, which should be a collaborative shoot of a magazine.
The fashionably dressed model is very familiar. She is a well-known host in the entertainment industry. She seems to be called Liu Qiaojing.
Because of her sweet appearance, Liu Qiaojing gained a large number of fans when she debuted, and gradually started filming. Unfortunately, it was buried for a while and only recently reappeared in the public eye.
After You Xin finished taking the photo, Yu Guang caught a glimpse of Ruan Zhiyin sitting in the lounge and walked in with Liu Qiaojing in the studio.
She introduced with a smile: "Miss Ruan, this is my friend. I'm here to shoot the cover of V's magazine today."
"Hello, Miss Ruan, Liu Qiaojing."
Seeing You Xin's polite attitude, the other party also smiled and stretched out his hand to greet Ruan Zhiyin.
Ruan Zhiyin smiled and nodded, "I know, after watching your show, you have a very own style."
The three had a brief conversation.
It didn't take long for You Xin's assistant to fetch the wedding photos.
Seeing this, Ruan Zhiyin smiled and said goodbye to the others: "You guys keep busy with your work, I'll go first."
The few wedding photos with photo frames were not big enough. You Xin asked her assistant to follow her and kept sending the wedding photos to the trunk of the car downstairs.
Liu Qiaojing asked, "Who is this Miss Ruan?"
"Ruan's daughter, who just took over the company from the late Chairman Ruan, is also the wife of the president of Lin Heng."
You Xin is well-connected and has some friendship with Liu Qiaojing.
"Oh? The one who was dragged down by Lin Jingfei before?"
You Xin nodded: "Yes."
"Lin Jingfei hasn't done much recently. It seems that she has suffered a loss from this man. She was the fiancee of the Qin family's prince before."
When Liu Qiaojing made her debut, she and Lin Jingfei were friends. In the past few years, she gradually became depressed, and Lin Jingfei's downfall was inevitable.
You Xin frowned lightly, and there was a hint of warning in her eyes: "Miss Ruan is married, let's not mention the previous things, so as not to make a taboo."
Liu Qiaojing nodded thoughtfully: "Looking back, this Miss Ruan and President Cheng have been married for a few months. Why are you taking wedding photos now?"
You Xin didn't answer, but smiled and said, "Didn't you and your husband also fill in the wedding photos and weddings later?"
"It's not impossible for our profession." Liu Qiaojing shook her head.
Being married does too much harm to female stars who are sweet and pure. Had it not been revealed by Lin Jingfei that she was married, she would not have been hidden for so long.
"You're married..." You Xin hesitated, then comforted, "But it's enough for your husband to be nice to you."
Liu Qiaojing nodded slowly: "Yes."
—
Ruan Zhiyin retrieved the wedding photos from You Xin's studio and went directly back to the villa.
In the living room, Cheng Yuelin sat on the sofa, turned around and glanced at the photo frame that the driver helped her move in, and said lightly, "Are you back?"
Ruan Zhiyin nodded, looked around, and asked, "Where's Cheng Lang?"
"I asked Bai Bo to take it to the amusement park."
The man's voice was unhurried.
Ruan Zhiyin was a little surprised: "Bai Bo still has children?"
Hearing the appreciation in her words, Cheng Yuelin frowned slightly and glanced at her: "What's so difficult about this kind of thing."
After speaking, he took the things on the coffee table, got up and walked to Ruan Zhiyin, and handed her a delicate and gorgeous box.
"Well, this is for you."
Ruan Zhiyin reached out and took it. After opening it, there was a dazzling sapphire necklace inside.
A sapphire with a rich color, sparkling under the refraction of light.
Just a glance, you know the price is not cheap.
Cheng Yuelin looked at her expression and wrote lightly: "I attended a charity party in the first two days, and I took pictures casually."
This tone is like buying cabbage.
But after a while, seeing Ruan Zhiyin looking at the necklace and not talking, he said lightly: "What do you think?"
Ruan Zhiyin met his gaze, smiled lightly, nodded and said, "Well, I like it very much."
The man pursed his lips.
"Are you free at the end of the month?"
Ruan Zhiyin pondered for a while, the Beicheng side was already on the right track, and she didn't have any urgent work at hand.
So he returned: "It should be, what's wrong?"
Cheng Yuelin raised his brows slightly and coughed softly, "Then do you want to go on a honeymoon?"
"Honeymoon?" Ruan Zhiyin looked up at him.
"Well, isn't it... a birthday?"