Quick Wear: After the charming host got pregnant, the boss spoiled her like crazy

"Wedding ring?" Zhao Zhiqing repeated, trying to make sure he had understood correctly.

Xie Zhi nodded.

"Yes, it's a wedding ring."

"Is it with that female star?"

Zhao Zhiqing is a veteran gossip-eater, and he has not missed any gossip information about Xie Zhi and Shen Nian.

"Ah."

Xie Zhi’s words were concise and to the point.

Zhao Zhiqing knew that too much is as bad as too little, so he stopped talking and shut his mouth.

"Mr. Xie, do you have any requirements for the design of the wedding ring?"

Zhao Zhiqing didn't bother to be polite with him. He sat on the sofa in Xie Zhi's office.

A smile appeared on Xie Zhi's lips. Just thinking of Shen Nian could arouse all his tenderness.

"Yes, Shen Nian's name must be added."

Wear a ring with your loved one's name on it on your ring finger.

It's like keeping the one you love by your side forever.

"Understood. Anything else? Mr. Xie."

Zhao Zhiqing opened the notebook he carried with him and wrote down what Xie Zhigang had said.

"As for the rest, it's time for you, the designer, to show your talents."

Zhao Zhiqing closed the notebook and said, "Okay, just write whatever you want."

"Well, Mr. Xie, please sit down. I'll leave if there's nothing else."

Xie Zhi stood up from the sofa and said, "Don't gossip with your cousin about what happened today."

Zhao Zhiqing pushed the frame aside and spread his hands, looking very apologetic.

"You obviously know that you must never disobey me towards your cousin."

Xie Zhi sneered, "Zhao Zhiqing, your husband is very strict."

Zhao Zhiqing looked proud, "Thank you for the compliment, uncle."

In the end, Zhao Zhiqing left in a happy mood despite Xie Zhi's cold gaze.

He had to tell Xie Feng the news as soon as possible.

The iron tree is blooming! ! ! !

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The bright moon, which is not yet full, gradually rises to the sky.

The sky is full of stars, like countless blinking eyes in the night, like sparkling and shining night pearls, and the sky is like a boundless ocean.

In front of the large French window, a wisp of smoke lingered on the man's fingertips, and the moonlight slanted on him.

"Cousin, you are getting more and more idle."

"Oh, my cousin wants to be there too, to witness your happiness."

Xie Feng, on the contrary, was a little nonchalant. He held the teacup in his hand and took a sip.

"My happiness, even if no one witnesses it, is still as bright as ever."

Xie Zhi's pride and self-confidence are ingrained in his bones and blood. His happiness can only be held in his own hands. Whether others bless him or not is not worth mentioning to him.

Xie Feng: "Azhi, this is different. As your cousin, I just hope you can be happy!"

Xie Zhi actually knew that Xie Feng was different from other members of the Xie family. He was a person who truly wanted him to be happy.

"And what else~" Xie Feng deliberately prolonged his tone, "Your little star, how are you going to make the old man and the others accept it obediently?"

Xie Zhi looked at his cousin, who looked so old despite being young, and raised his eyebrows.

"Raise your brother for a thousand days, but only use him for a moment."

His sudden words almost made Xie Feng lose his balance and he threw the fine white jade teacup in his hand away.

He quickly held the teacup and looked at it carefully. Seeing that the teacup was intact without any bumps or scratches, he felt relieved.

If you come across such a good teacup, you will be in big trouble.

Xie Feng was still in the leisure time at the moment and was concerned about the teacup, but he didn't know that he was going to be cheated.

"Cousin, think of a way. I want the old man to recognize Shen Nian."

"What? Let the old man recognize Shen Nian, are you crazy, Xie Zhi?"

………………

Jiang Wan is the most noble couple in the world, and this is a taboo that must never be mentioned.

Jiang Wan's name was like a forbidden spell. Once it was mentioned, it was like lighting a powder keg.

The atmosphere, which was not calm to begin with, instantly became tense.

Rong Heng's brows were tightly knitted together, and a barely perceptible trace of pain flashed in his eyes.

"Do you have to mention her at all?"

Rong Heng's voice was low, with a hint of suppressed anger, "We have made it very clear before, don't mention Jiang Wan's matter again.

Even though Rong Heng still wanted to talk to her calmly, at this moment, he really couldn't bear it anymore. His emotions were like a ignited flame, unable to be suppressed.

It has been nearly a hundred years since he turned into a virtual being, and he has never experienced such intense changes in emotions.

"Wouldn't it be better to just let each other go? Why do we have to do this?

Wouldn’t it be nice to be our old selves again and recall the good memories of loving each other?

Why should we hold on to the pain of the past and never let it go? "

Rong Heng's words revealed deep helplessness and sadness.

"If you want me not to mention it, then get out of my palace of beauty."

Feng Yuanchu's voice was cold and resolute, as if to freeze all emotions in ice.

Her words were like a sharp blade, piercing Rong Heng's heart. There was no warmth in Feng Yuanchu's eyes, only indifference and determination.

The conversation between the two was like two sharp swords colliding in the air, making a harsh sound.

The rift between them seemed unbridgeable, and all that was left was hurting each other.

The tenderness and sweetness of the past have now been replaced by indifference and pain.

The pear blossoms on the branches of the pear tree rustled in the wind, and occasionally a white pear blossom fell on Feng Yuanchu's hair.

The pear blossoms were pure and flawless, forming a sharp contrast with Feng Yuanchu's indifference at the moment, as if reminding them that the beauty of the past had gone with the wind.

"Let's go back."

There was a hint of fatigue in Feng Yuanchu's voice, and her eyes revealed deep weariness.

She didn't want to argue with him anymore, it was all meaningless.

Her only hope now was to live in peace with him.

As for the love she had when she was young and frivolous and didn't understand anything, she buried it together with her father and brother on the day they were buried.

Those vows and dreams we once had now seem like nothing more than a dream, a nightmare from which we can never wake up.

She regretted meeting him and falling in love with him.

Feng Yuanchu's heart was filled with bitterness. What she once thought was love had now become her deepest pain.

Rong Heng looked at Feng Yuanchu, his heart heavy and sad.

The two people who were once very close to each other now seem to be separated by a huge chasm.

He knew that their story had come to an end.

He turned around slowly and left the Pear Garden with heavy steps, leaving Feng Yuanchu standing alone in the wind.

The pear blossoms are still swaying in the wind, as if telling their past story.

"Your Highness, the courtyard gate is windy, let's go in."

After standing in the dark for who knows how long, Lingzhi finally put a cloak on Feng Yuanchu.

Her voice was soft and concerned, trying to shield her from the biting cold wind.

Feng Yuanchu didn't say anything, but just nodded silently, letting Lingzhi support her and slowly walk back to the hall.

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The young master will arrive at Chonghua Palace tonight. The palace is brightly lit, illuminating every corner. The maidens in the palace are ready to fight.

Rong Jue carried the drunk Shen Nian inside, his steps were steady and extremely steady.

Shen Nian's cheeks were flushed, and she was obviously very drunk. There was a faint smell of alcohol in her breath.

Qingyun held up a pearl curtain for them, which shone softly under the light, adding a touch of warmth to this solemn palace.

Rong Jue leaned over and placed Shen Nian on the golden nanmu bed, his movements gentle, as if he was afraid of disturbing her sleep.

"Go and make a bowl of hangover soup for your prince."

Qingyun took the order and left. Her footsteps were light, and she quickly disappeared into the depths of the palace to prepare the bowl of sobering soup that could help Shen Nian relieve his discomfort after drinking.

Rong Jue sat beside Shen Nian and covered her with the quilt.

His eyes fell on her face, and it seemed that at this moment, the whole world stopped.

"hot…………"

Shen Nian's brows furrowed slightly, and she murmured weakly with a hint of discomfort.

Under the influence of alcohol, her body began to feel hot and she unconsciously pulled at the quilt on her body.

She unconsciously pulled away the quilt that Rong Jue had covered her with.

Her slender, white fingers pulled at her collar, as if to relieve the heat. Her movements seemed a little clumsy, but revealed a helpless fragility.

She opened her collar, revealing her slender and delicate collarbone.

Rong Jue's gaze froze at this moment, and his heartbeat accelerated, but he quickly retracted his gaze, with desire suppressed and surging like thick ink in his eyes.

"Shen Nian, be good." Rong Jue's voice was low and magnetic, and he gently comforted Shen Nian.

He closed Shen Nian's collar, and his slightly cool fingers gently brushed Shen Nian's neck, seemingly intentionally or unintentionally.

The heat all over his body suddenly touched the coolness, and Shen Nian almost subconsciously wanted to move closer to the hand that could cool him down.

Her consciousness was hazy, but she instinctively sought comfort and peace.

She moved little by little, and finally threw herself into Rong Jue's arms.

Shen Nian's heartbeat accelerated at this moment, and her cheeks were faintly flushed, like a newly blooming peach blossom, so beautiful and charming.

Rong Jue's eyes were deep, as if he could see into people's hearts; his voice was low and magnetic, like the sound of a piano in the night wind, melodious and moving.

"Shen Nian, your acting skills are only average."

There was a hint of teasing in his voice, but also a hint of subtle tenderness.

But his words were like a sharp knife, piercing Shen Nian's heart.

Hearing this, Shen Nian, who was holding Rong Jue's waist, couldn't help but tremble.

Maybe it was because she drank tonight, or maybe it was because Rong Jue was too gentle when he held her back tonight.

She couldn't help but recall the former Rong Jue, the Rong Jue who always doted on her and protected her, the Rong Jue who would never bear to be mean to her.

The more she thought about it, the more aggrieved she felt, and in a short while, Shen Nian's beautiful eyes were filled with tears.

Her grievances came like a tide, making her unable to control herself.

Her tears sparkled in the candlelight, as crystal clear as pearls, reflecting her fragility and helplessness at the moment.

"Rong Jue, you are mean to me."

She spoke aggrievedly, with a tremor in her voice, revealing her vulnerability at the moment.

Under the influence of alcohol, Shen Nian forgot her reserve and the fact that Rong Jueqi didn't like her being undemure and likes to act like a spoiled brat. Her emotions were like a wild horse that had broken free from its reins and could not be controlled.

"Even if I'm cruel to you, what can you do?"

Rong Jue spoke jokingly, with a hint of playfulness in his voice, as if he was teasing a little rabbit with red eyes.

"I...I'll beat you."

Although Shen Nian's voice was weak and even a little stuttering, it carried a hint of firmness that was not quite firm.

There was a hint of stubbornness in her eyes. Although her words sounded like a weak threat, in Rong Jue's opinion, this was her truest side.

Arrogant, willful, and overestimating one's own abilities.

Rong Jue grasped Shen Nian's small and delicate chin with his big hand, showing absolute control and possession. Although his movements were gentle, they revealed an unquestionable majesty.

"Fight me? Just you?"

Rong Jue's voice was low and magnetic, and his eyes were deep, as if he could see through Shen Nian's mind. There was a hint of provocation in his words, as if he was challenging Shen Nian's courage.

In fact, Shen Nian was a little scared at this time. Rong Jue was the young prince of the heaven and had great power. Apart from the Father God, there was probably no one else in the world who could beat him.

Although she was afraid in her heart, her stubborn character made her unwilling to give in easily.

"I..." Shen Nian stammered. Her voice was weak, revealing her inner turmoil.

"What are you?"

Rong Jue was amused by her timid look and always had a smile on his face.

There was a hint of doting in his smile, as if at this moment, all his majesty and power were temporarily put aside.

At this moment, Shen Nian took advantage of Rong Jue's inattention, lowered his head, opened his mouth, and bit Rong Jue's shoulder with his teeth.

A sharp pain came from his shoulder, and Rong Jue frowned slightly, but soon relaxed again. There was a hint of surprise and doting in his smile.

He did not expect Shen Nian to suddenly do such a thing, but this little resistance made him feel that Shen Nian was even more adorable.

"Shen Nian, are you challenging my patience?" There was a hint of teasing in Rong Jue's voice. His eyes looked at Shen Nian gently, as if waiting for her next move.

After Shen Nian bit Rong Jue's shoulder, a hint of pride flashed in her eyes, but she quickly returned to her innocent look. She knew that her behavior was a bit excessive, but under the influence of alcohol, her behavior became more bold and direct.

"I... I just..." Shen Nian's voice was still weak, and her eyes revealed a hint of apology, but also a hint of provocation.

Rong Jue shook his head gently, his smile became more obvious, he reached out and gently stroked Shen Nian's hair, as if he was comforting a naughty kitten.

"Okay, stop making trouble." Rong Jue's voice was soft and his actions were full of pampering. It seemed that at this moment, all the majesty and power were temporarily put aside, leaving only tenderness and tolerance towards Shen Nian.

Tonight, Rong Jue just wanted to tolerate her and treat her gently.

No one forced him, and everything that happened now came from his heart.

Rong Jue placed his large palm on Shen Nian's slightly cool hair, stroking it gently.

"Stop making trouble and go to sleep."