The boss of a wealthy family is too clingy, and the beautiful secretary wants to quit

Although An Ran's voice was soft, it was like an invisible barrier.

Jiang Huainian's heart ached, he clenched his hands into fists, and tried hard to restrain the urge to hug her tightly in his arms.

He took a deep breath and pleaded, "An An, I know this is very sudden for you, I didn't mean to hide it from you..."

An Ran shook her head gently, her eyes full of confusion and helplessness.

She doesn't know how to face Jiang Huainian now.

"I just want to go home now." Her voice was low and almost emotionless.

Her eyes drifted into the distance, as if looking for the direction of home.

"It's very late now. Go back to your room and rest. The flight reservation is for tomorrow." Jiang Huainian wanted to comfort her, hoping she could calm down.

An Ran shook her head and said, "I'll go back by boat."

Her voice was weak but firm.

“There are no boats now.”

"I'll go to the port and wait for the earliest one."

Jiang Huaian's eyes flashed with a trace of heartache. He took a deep breath and dialed the phone: "Apply for a temporary flight plan and return to Shenzhen now."

After hanging up the phone, he turned to An Ran and said gently, "I'll take you there."

While waiting for flight control to respond.

Anran returned to the room. She sat on the edge of the bed, hugged her legs with her hands, and stared out the window with a blank look in her eyes.

Her mind was in a turmoil, with all kinds of emotions intertwined.

At this moment, she was extremely tired and confused.

Jiang Huaian walked to the balcony and took a deep breath of the cold air. A light drizzle began to fall from the sky. The fine raindrops hit his face, bringing a hint of coldness.

The cold wind was biting, as if it could penetrate his body and reach his heart.

He asked the hotel manager to bring him some cigarettes. At this moment, he urgently needed something to calm his inner turmoil.

He lit the cigarette, took a deep breath, and watched the smoke slowly rise and dissipate in the cold air.

When the flight control department finally responded, Jiang Huainian took a deep breath and put out the remaining cigarette butt in the ashtray.

He went back to his room, changed his clothes, brushed his teeth and rinsed his mouth. Anran didn't like the smell of smoke.

As the two of them headed to the airport together, the scenery outside the car window appeared blurry and hazy in the rain.

Inside the car, there was silence.

Jiang Huainian wanted to speak several times, but he didn't know what to say.

He secretly observed An Ran. She looked out the window with no expression on her face.

Jiang Huaian's heart was filled with guilt and helplessness. He knew that it was all his fault.

Back to Shenzhen, we arrived downstairs of An Ran’s house.

After getting off the car, Jiang Huainian opened an umbrella for An Ran. Along the way, they still didn't speak, and Jiang Huainian's heart was full of bitterness.

When they reached the door of his house, he whispered, "Good night."

An Ran nodded, said nothing, and turned to close the door.

Jiang Huainian stood downstairs of An Ran's house, staring at the lighted window.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, hitting his body, and the cold wind was biting into his bones, but he seemed not to feel the slightest chill.

He understood that An Ran was a clear-headed person, and it was normal for her to have no confidence in such a love with such a huge gap in status.

How could he let her know that he was also an ordinary person who longed for love.

I long to spend every ordinary and warm day with Anran.

The rain poured down like a bucket of water, and it seemed as if there was only a white curtain of water between the sky and the earth.

Anran stood in front of the window and was about to close it.

Just as she was about to close the window, her eyes inadvertently swept downstairs. A man was standing in the rain, his posture upright, staring at her firmly.

Their eyes locked, and the sound of her heartbeat echoed in her ears, growing louder and louder, as if it was about to burst out of her chest.

Her heart suddenly tightened, it was heartache, guilt, and deep love.

She couldn't stand the torture any longer, so she hurriedly picked up an umbrella and ran downstairs.

Standing at the door, her chest heaving, she opened her umbrella and slowly walked towards Jiang Huainian, who stared at her intently.

When An Ran walked to Jiang Huainian's side, she saw that his clothes were soaked and stuck to his body, and his hair was wet and stuck to his face.

Her heart ached even more. She held the umbrella over his head and gently reached out her hand to push aside his wet hair, revealing his deep eyes.

Her voice was trembling: "Why are you still here?"

Jiang Huaian smiled slightly, with a hint of tenderness in his eyes: "I want to accompany you."

"Silly." An Ran choked.

She could no longer escape from her own heart. She loved the man in front of her. No matter how different their status were, she wanted this man!

She took a deep breath and reached out to hug him desperately.

Jiang Huainian gently pushed her away and said tenderly and reluctantly: "I am wet and cold, don't let you catch a cold."

"If you don't hug me, we'll break up immediately!" An Ran pouted.

Jiang Huainian looked at her determined look and red eyes, his heart throbbed, and he hugged her tightly, as if he wanted to merge her into his body.

The rain was still falling, but their hearts were already warm.

They held hands, walked in the rain, and walked back to their safe home step by step.

After returning home, An Ran carefully wiped Jiang Huainian's hair and body, poured him a cup of hot water, and said distressedly: "Go take a hot bath quickly, don't catch a cold."

Jiang Huainian drank the hot water and his body warmed up slightly.

An Ran walked out of the bedroom and stuffed a set of pajamas into his hand.

Jiang Huainian's eyes lit up and he stared at his pajamas and smiled foolishly.

"This set of pajamas is what I wore in your lounge. If you mind, I won't have it anymore."

Jiang Huaian raised the corner of his mouth and said ambiguously: "You have kept my pajamas all the time."

An Ran glared at him and said, "Don't think too much. I kept this set of pajamas because I thought it was of such good quality that it would be a pity to throw it away. I wanted to make clothes for the doll, but I was too busy."

She urged, "Go take a hot shower and change into dry clothes."

Jiang Huai Nian walked into the bathroom and closed the door.

I turned on the shower and the warm water washed over my body, gradually warming it up.

He stood under the water, pondered for a moment, and resolutely turned the hot water to cold.

Jiang Huainian gritted his teeth, endured the impact of the cold water, and couldn't help shivering.

He smiled at himself, never expecting that he would do such a childish thing just to make An Ran feel sorry for him.

Get out of the bathroom.

An Ran frowned slightly and asked, "Why do you look a little pale after taking a shower?"

I reached out and gently touched his forehead, and immediately discovered that his temperature was abnormally low.

She frowned and asked worriedly, "Why are you still feeling cold? Is the hot water not hot enough?"

"I don't know." Jiang Huainian said seriously.

"Drink the cold medicine quickly." An Ran took his hand and sat on the sofa, handing him the prepared medicine.