A Long Way to Marriage: Sweet New Wife Loves Not Enough

Lin Qinghuan breathed a sigh of relief.

After carefully savoring Rong Chen's words, she suddenly found out that she really didn't know anything about Rong Che or anyone in the Rong family.

Lin Qinghuan didn't want to care about what Rong Chen meant when she said this, apparently what she knew now was: "You're so nice, tell me this, why?"

She kissed lightly, as if she was talking about another matter that had nothing to do with her, and the corner of her mouth smiled slightly, revealing a bit of doubt.

But there was no more emotion than doubt.

Rong Chen chuckled: "I thought you would care more about the relationship between Archer and Miss Yan?"

"I want to know, but it doesn't have to be from you."

The smile on the corner of Rong Che's mouth froze.

This is a bit unreasonable, but it is true.

Whether it's Yan Ming, Rong Che, or Xiao Su.

Lin Qinghuan could know what was going on with this matter from any of them, but knowing it from Rong Chen's mouth was the most meaningless.

But, obviously, this is extremely meaningful to Rong Chen.

Rong Chen smiled casually, turned his head to look elsewhere, and after a while, said slowly: "But apart from me, no one will tell you about this?"

Lin Qing laughed happily, speechless.

Seeing that she was silent, Rong Chen smiled casually, and then, regardless of whether Lin Qinghuan wanted to listen, she frowned slightly and said calmly: "Miss Yan is just like you, born in a poor family, oh...she is more beautiful than you. It's even worse, you were fostered by your parents in someone else's home, but she lived in an orphanage since she was a child."

"But..." As he spoke, Rong Chen paused, raised his head slightly, glanced at Lin Qinghuan, and then looked into the distance, with a slow voice, as if to say another unimportant thing: "The background is not good, it seems It can't stop Yan Ming from pursuing her own future, the orphanage... Maybe the original intention is good, but after all, people's hearts are hard to control, and Yan Ming is pretty pretty..."

Rong Chen hesitated to speak.

In fact, he didn't need to say much, after all, he believed that Lin Qinghuan could already understand at this point.

"Later she met a person, a person... who was enough to change her fate."

Lin Qinghuan didn't speak for a long time, but at this moment, she suddenly interrupted with a smile: "Is Mr. Rong telling me a story?"

Rong Chen's eyes fell on her face, stared at her face seriously for a while, then smiled and said in an extremely perfunctory tone: "If you think this is just a story, then you can listen to these things as a story, I don't mind."

"But I... don't want to hear it!" Lin Qinghuan narrowed her eyebrows and smiled softly and elegantly.

Regarding this, Rong Chen was not surprised at all, and his compromising tone was somewhat accommodating: "You don't want to hear the story? Well, then I'll tell you the answer directly."

Lin Qinghuan still looked at him with an indifferent smile, not caring, but she didn't stop Rong Chen either.

Rong Che laughed in a low voice, crossed his slender legs casually, and said with a casual smile: "Do you think, in the imperial capital, who has such a great ability to protect a person silently?"

Lin Qinghuan twitched the corner of her mouth casually.

What he said was so obvious, if Lin Qinghuan pretended not to understand, wouldn't it be disappointing Rong Chen to spare such a large circle to tell her about it.

And Rong Chen got up straight after finishing speaking, straightened the buttons on the suit jacket with his slender fingers, narrowed his eyes slightly, and said lightly: "Actually, you and Yan Ming are not only similar in experience, but also in other places. of."

After he finished speaking, he left directly. As for Lin Qinghuan's reaction, he didn't need to know at all.

Rong Chen bumped into Rong Che when he left the rooftop and went down the stairs.

He held the cigarette between his slender fingers, and held the lighter in the other hand. He was about to light the cigarette. When he saw Rong Che walking up, he involuntarily paused the movements of his hand, but he soon understood.

"Why are you here?" Rong Chen said slowly after lighting a cigarette.

Rong Che chuckled: "Shouldn't I ask you this?"

Rong Chen took a puff of cigarette, slowly exhaled the smoke, then slowly walked down the stairs, stood at the same position as Rong Che, flicked off the excess cigarette ash, and said calmly: "He Ranzhi Something happened in Zhu Qingwen's treatment room just now, so I came to ask my siblings what he wants?"

Rong Che sneered: "Actually, I should ask you this too?"

Rong Chen's eyes were flat and pure, as if what Rong Che said had nothing to do with him: "Ask me? Why do you ask me?"

"Why should I ask you, don't you know anything in your heart?" Rong Che never wanted to go around with Rong Chen, but Rong Chen always wanted to go around with him.

Rong Chen raised the corners of his mouth, chuckled, and said in an understatement as always: "But I really don't know anything." As he spoke, his brows and eyes were slightly closed, and his tone was somewhat contemptuous: "Actually, that night, I didn't know anything. As much as I arrived earlier than you, as much as you saw, I saw as much, and it’s really boring to keep entangled with this here.”

Rong Che frowned, and sneered: "Forget it, if you want to fight hard, I'll just give you this chance, but don't you think that what Qin Yao did this time is not under your control?"

Rong Chen frowned, and looked at Rong Che with a smile for a long time: "I never felt that she was within my control."

Rong Che didn't say anything, just glanced at him, spared Rong Chen and walked towards the rooftop.

Lin Qinghuan felt that the air on the rooftop was good, and the environment was also very good. Anyway, there was nothing to do when I went down, so I thought about sitting on it for a while longer.

He didn't expect Rong Che to come over. Hearing footsteps, he thought Rong Chen had left and came back.

Turning his head to look at Rong Che, there was a flash of surprise in his eyes, but in the end they all turned into calm: "Are you done with work?"

"En." Rong Che responded to her, walked to her side and sat down, stretched out his long arms to embrace her, his slender legs crossed casually, looking at the same scenery as Lin Qinghuan, slightly relieved In one breath, slowly, he said casually: "Has He Ranzhi caused trouble again?"

Lin Qinghuan listened for a while, then smiled casually and said, "When will he not cause trouble? I've already gotten used to it!"

Rong Che turned around and hugged her tightly, pondered for a while and said, "Tell me, in the future, when Siyuan reaches his age, will he be so rebellious and cause trouble?"

"Then who knows?" Lin Qinghuan's voice was lazy and casual.

Rong Che was silent for a while, gently rubbing her soft hair with his broad palm, and after a while, with a soft and soft voice, he said slowly, "What are you talking about with Rong Chen?"

Lin Qinghuan leaned on his shoulder, the corners of her mouth raised casually, and the arm between the two chests exerted a little force, trying to push him away, but she only moved a little before she was hugged tightly again by Rong Che .

"Don't move, let me hold you for a while."

Lin Qinghuan leaned in his arms obediently, with a slightly helpless tone: "Then do you want to talk to me, or hug me?"

"Can't I talk to you while holding you?"

Lin Qinghuan's tone was full of reluctance: "But the elders in the family taught me that when talking to someone, you must look into the other person's eyes, so that you are sincere enough."

"What is sincere and insincere?" Rong Che said lightly with a chuckle, "Do we still need to consider these things? Are you afraid that I will be insincere to you, or do you think you will be insincere to me?"

Lin Qinghuan pondered for a moment.

She was still leaning on Rong Che's shoulder, unable to see the expression on his face at the moment, so she could only rely on guesswork.

After a while, he smiled lightly, and said slowly: "How should I put it... Compared to the so-called question of who is being insincere to whom, I actually care more about the question you just asked, which needs to be treated sincerely by me."

"Really?" Rong Che asked with a casual smile. A moment later, a broad palm fell on her back. However, what was different was that it was close to her heart from behind, as if her heartbeat was controlled by him. The same in the palm of your hand.

Then, his chin was buried deep in the hollow of her neck, and his voice was a little lazy and gentle: "Okay, now, I don't need you to face me, and I can know whether you are sincere when you answer my questions."

Lin Qinghuan was almost speechless: "What about me?"

But, just after she finished speaking, Rong Che took her hand and put it on his heart. Through the clothes, his warm body temperature gradually invaded the palm of his hand and the beating heart in his chest.

Lin Qinghuan couldn't refute him like this.

However, when she didn't speak, Rong Che asked again leisurely: "Is it enough?"

Lin Qinghuan was speechless.

Rong Che carefully held her hand, then guided her, pulled out the hem of his shirt that was tied in his trousers, then took her hand into the clothes, and finally, just like before, stuck it to his heart s position.

The temperature of his body was a little hot, and Lin Qinghuan's fingertips just touched it, and he stiffened involuntarily, and swallowed.

The warm fingertips casually caressed the skin of his heart. However, she just moved, and Rong Che grabbed her hand: "Put it on it carefully, don't move it, it will itch."

Lin Qinghuan answered somewhat irrelevantly: "Why are you so hot?"

Rong Che: "Your hands are cold, my body temperature is normal."

"is it?"

Rong Che nodded: "Well, yes..."

His chin rested on her neck, and even the slightest movement would implicate Lin Qinghuan.

Her hair was casually tied behind her head, loose and loose. Rong Che hugged her, buried his chin deep in the hollow of her neck, and pressed some hair against her neck, so even if he only moved a little, he would still stick to her neck. The hair rubbed against her skin, making it itchy.

Lin Qinghuan put her hand on his heart, feeling the rhythm of his heart beating in her palm, for a while, she couldn't remember what she wanted to say.

And Rong Che didn't seem to want to know anymore.