The wealthy military officer spoils his wife excessively

He couldn't get enough of her, so he pinned her against the cold windowsill. Several times he anxiously wondered why it wasn't dawn yet, but at the same time he wished that it would never dawn.

Suwen was exhausted. When dawn broke, she didn't even turn over and remained motionless in the position she had been in before falling asleep.

Lu Zheng tried to get up, but she clung to his arm like a koala clinging to a eucalyptus tree, her face buried in his chest. He tried several times but couldn't pry her hands off. The last time, he probably used a little too much force, and in her deep sleep, she struggled slightly, hugging his arm even tighter.

Lu Zheng then turned his head and kissed her ear. Perhaps it tickled, because she shrank back a little. He said, "I'm going to the bathroom."

She vaguely refused, "No, I won't let you leave." She clung to him like a child, acting spoiled.

"Toilet."

"No." This time the answer was even more ambiguous, but the arms around him tightened even more.

Lu Zheng had no choice but to pick her up and rock her like a doll: "Then come with me to the bathroom?"

Suwen finally turned over, rolled off his arm and back onto the bed, leaving him with her back turned.

The sound of running water came from the bathroom; he had probably taken a shower. Suwen lay on the bed waiting for him. She waited and waited, but he didn't come out, so she eventually fell asleep.

She was exhausted. Last night, fearing he would leave without a word, she barely slept.

She understood Lu Zheng's personality. It was always her leaving, and Lu Zheng would see her off, watching her retreating figure. He had never once abandoned her. And he knew that Su Wen, because of her family background, hated being abandoned.

So he didn't want her to see his back.

But when she closed her eyes again, she couldn't tell when she woke up, let alone when Lu Zheng had left.

The phone rang abruptly, startling her so much that she sat bolt upright in bed, her back soaked with cold sweat.

It turned out that the front desk had called to ask if she wanted to check out, and that's when she remembered that she was still at the hotel.

After hanging up the phone, she got out of bed, picked up her clothes from the floor, and began to put them on. One by one, her fingers slid over the cold fabric, the chill seeping into her heart through her skin.

I feel inexplicably irritable.

I got dressed, found my phone, and turned it on.

There was a missed call from Xiao Ai. She put down her phone, ignored it, and went into the bathroom to wash up.

She's a bit of a perfectionist and doesn't like using hotel toothbrushes and towels, so she accidentally brushes her gums until they bleed. She scratches her messy long hair and frantically searches for tissues on the table.

Something was swept to the ground with a "clang".

The sound was very small and subtle, but it was so clear in the quiet space where one was alone.

She paused, toothbrush still in her mouth.

He leaned down, and the small platinum ring lay on the gleaming tiles. The dazzling diamond at the top sparkled with a sharp white light under the lamp, as if he had plucked the brightest star from the Huangpu River last night, and now it shone with the most beautiful light in the world in her eyes.

Suwen was a little stunned.

She crouched down and slowly picked up the ring, examining it in her palm. Could it have been left behind by Lu Zheng, so carelessly placed on the sink? What if she hadn't seen it? Or perhaps it was left by the previous romantic but careless tenant?

Thinking about it that way, it seems ridiculous, since hotels clean rooms regularly every day.

The ring wasn't complicated; it was simple and elegant, just the style she liked. She slipped the ring onto the second knuckle of her right ring finger, and it fit perfectly. She raised her hand and looked in the mirror. Under the overhead light, it seemed as if a beam of light shone from her ring finger, making her like it more and more the more she looked at it.

After washing up and tidying up a bit, she felt refreshed. While waiting to check out at the front desk, she took out her phone and called Xiao Ai back.

As soon as the call connected, Xiao Ai asked her, "Did you have fun last night?"

She smiled, holding her phone, but her gaze fell on the diamond ring on her ring finger.

Xiao Ai understood from her laughter. Sigh, women in love are hopeless. But... traveling a long distance just for dinner, that kind of romance is truly enviable.

"Don't get too excited yet, take a look at today's morning paper."

"What's wrong with the Morning Post?" Su Wen asked, holding the phone as she walked to the newspaper stand on one side of the lobby and casually pulled out a copy of the Morning Post. Without saying a word, she flipped directly to the entertainment section. She already had a pretty good idea of ​​what was going on, but she was still a little surprised when she opened it.

"This reporter is quite dedicated. He followed us from the mall to the hotel, at all hours." Another reason for praising his dedication was that all the photos involving Lu Zheng were either of his back or blurred, while her face was clearly visible in every detail. It seems this reporter did his homework beforehand, knowing which photos could be published and which absolutely could not.

"Sister Ye is still on the plane and her phone isn't on yet. You'll have to call her and explain later." Xiao Ai's tone was rather gloating.

Su Wen smiled, closed the newspaper, thought for a moment, and took out a pair of sunglasses from her backpack and put them on. Xiao Ai always prepared these for her, but she usually didn't wear them, always feeling that she wasn't famous enough to have to hide herself when going out. However, this time, standing in the hotel lobby, she had a feeling of impending danger.

"Sigh, I really don't know if you're my assistant or I'm your assistant." Su Wen shook her head and hung up the phone.

Looking at the newspaper in his hand, then at the ring on his finger, he felt helpless.

After a night of passion, he left without a word, leaving her with this surprise and a mess. Thinking about his actions, Suwen hesitated to press the call button on her phone.

I had just gritted my teeth and locked my phone when it rang.

It's Lu Zheng.

At that moment, her heart skipped a beat, and this feeling of being out of control made Suwen hesitate for a long time before answering the call.

His first words were a deep, confident, and sexy laugh: "Are you satisfied with the ring?"

She stared blankly at her ring finger for a long time, unable to answer.

"I didn't know what kind you liked, so I picked this style. I guessed you would like it." This person always seemed to have everything planned out.

"You...have arrived in Beijing?"

"Well, I just got off the plane."

With today's advanced transportation, the journey from Shanghai to Beijing takes only two hours. While she was still sound asleep, he was already high in the sky in a foreign land. He had just gotten off the plane and probably hadn't even seen the newspaper yet.

Suwen had originally wanted to ask him how he handled it, but now she suddenly didn't want to bring it up. She couldn't really rely on him for everything; what would be the difference between that and being kept? And he was traveling back and forth between the two places within 24 hours, a tiring journey, and she didn't want to trouble him anymore.

Just as I was about to say goodbye, I suddenly heard him sigh, and his tone seemed to be laughing: "These newspapers nowadays are really getting worse and worse. Don't they have anything to write about anymore?"

Suwen took a long time to process before finally realizing what was happening.

Since he was at the airport, he could pick up a newspaper anywhere.

"It's my fault for being too high-profile. I shouldn't have dragged you to the crowded Bund." Her debut was too smooth, and she always felt it was a bit unreal. Even now, she doesn't have any sense of being a star.

He corrected him seriously: "Does that mean we'll just lock ourselves in a hotel and never come out when we meet? It's one thing for tabloids to make things up, but even the Morning News publishes this kind of worthless stuff. The Cultural Bureau's supervision of these newspapers and magazines is really too weak. I think the Morning News needs to be rectified!"

A single, casual remark could send this well-circulated official newspaper facing closure and rectification.

She felt a little flattered: "Forget it, they're just trying to make a living."

Lu Zheng laughed, but his laughter was a little cold: "If you dare to pull the tiger's hair out of its head, you must also have the courage to bear the consequences."

She sighed after hanging up the phone. She had never asked how much money he made, nor did she care about the extent of his power. Perhaps she felt it wasn't time for them to be honest about their financial situations, or perhaps she was simply indifferent to such material possessions.

But it was precisely these things she didn't care about that repeatedly and effectively solved her problems.

She knew that if the newspaper was dealt with, those in the know would soon find out that she, Nie Suwen, had powerful backing.

The matter of the photos was suppressed with overwhelming force; no one dared to mention it. However, its aftereffects were far-reaching.

That day, even two teachers secretly asked her, "Are military and political families really different from ordinary families? Do they have to follow military orders before eating and sleeping?"

She was both amused and exasperated. How could she possibly know how their family ate and slept?

But when she said it, no one believed her. They thought she was trying to raise her own status and being deliberately mysterious.

Rumors circulated in the industry that Nie Suwen had risen to her position through unspoken rules, because the man in the newspaper photo had been removed. While many speculated, the general consensus pointed to high-ranking officials at Huayi Brothers. In other words, her backer was either Lu Zheng or Xiao Rong.

Suwen simply smiled and dismissed it. It's a good thing when someone fabricates an intimidating background for you out of thin air, and as a result treats you with utmost respect and care; she has no reason to refuse, right?

Even Xiao Ai, with an exaggerated expression, chased after her and asked, "When the boss falls in love, is he like an ordinary person?"

Suwen found it strange: "Isn't he just an ordinary person?"

Xiao Ai was frantic: "How can that be the same? His maternal grandfather is the secretary of the Discipline Inspection Commission of the PLA General Headquarters, and his aunt is a member of the Central Committee. He's a living example of a third-generation Red, and he started his own business, creating a commercial real estate empire. He's the son of a high-ranking official, handsome and rich..."

Suwen felt that Xiao Ai, like Zhou Mo, also had the potential to write novels.