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

An Ran gently held up the already wet face, and her fingertips touched his wet skin.

Looking at his eyes full of regret and longing, the grievance in my heart gradually dissipated.

"Jiang Huai Nian..." She spoke softly, her voice trembling a little, "Do you really know that you are wrong?"

Jiang Huainian's body trembled violently. He held An Ran's hand tightly and choked up, "I know I was wrong, An An. I really know I was wrong... I will spend the rest of my life making up for my mistakes. No matter what happens in the future, I will discuss it with you. As long as you shake your head, I will definitely not do it..."

Although his voice was hoarse, every word was full of determination.

Anran looked at him, and the grievance and pain in her heart seemed to be relieved a little.

At this moment, she wanted to give him a chance, and also give herself a chance.

An Ran nodded and said softly: "Okay, I'll give you this chance. But I hope you can remember the promise you made today and don't let me down again."

Jiang Huai Nian nodded firmly, "I will, An An, I will definitely treat you and your daughter well, and I will never let you down, suffer, or feel sad again."

Anran's heart gradually softened.

She gently held Jiang Huaian's face, slowly lowered her head, and gently pressed her lips against his.

This kiss seemed to release all the grievances and pains at this moment.

Their mouths were filled with each other's tears, which were traces of past pains and witnesses of their new beginnings.

At this moment, they seemed to have returned to the early days, when they were pure and passionate, loving each other without worries.

Although they have experienced all kinds of hardships and pain, their hearts have become more determined.

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Lying Anran on Jiang Huainian's lap, she recounted every detail of the past year.

The sunlight shone through the window onto her face, casting a golden glow on her gentle features.

"It was hard to raise Qianqian, but every time I saw her innocent smile, I felt it was all worth it. I studied hard, worked hard, lived hard, and tried to make myself stronger, because I knew that only in this way could I protect my daughter and me."

Jiang Huainian listened quietly, combing Anran's long hair gently with his fingers, his eyes full of guilt and pity.

"You did it. You're great. You raised Qianqian very well, and the dress you designed is very beautiful."

An Ran sat up suddenly and asked in surprise: "You knew I designed it?"

Jiang Huai Nian's mouth curled up slightly, "When I heard them talking about the brand of that dress called 'An', I knew it was designed by you."

An Ran looked at him in confusion.

Jiang Huai pinched her nose gently, "Don't forget, I also have a shirt designed by you. It was a gift you gave me on Valentine's Day. I have always treasured it."

"You still have it?"

Jiang Huainian shook his head helplessly and said with a smile: "I wore it the day I returned to France to see you. Didn't you even look at me?"

An Ran crossed her arms over her chest and snorted in mock anger, "I'm too angry to care about anything else."

Jiang Huaian held her in his arms and coaxed her in a low voice, "Don't be angry, it's all my fault."

He suddenly thought of something, frowned slightly, and asked hesitantly: "Who is that man?"

An Ran looked up at him and found that he looked a little nervous. She couldn't help laughing, "My brother, Uncle Li's youngest son."

Jiang Huaian gasped and looked at An Ran with wide eyes, "Then I beat up my brother-in-law..."

An Ran nodded seriously, teasing him deliberately, "Yes, he has been unable to return home for many days, and he is afraid of meeting you and getting beaten up again."

"It's my fault. I was impulsive." Jiang Huainian said with a look of regret: "I have to go and apologize."

An Ran nodded, "You do have to apologize, but he knows what happened between you and me, so he won't blame you."

Jiang Huai Nian breathed a sigh of relief and nodded solemnly, "I will definitely apologize sincerely."

An Ran smiled and patted his shoulder, "You better be more careful in the future and don't beat people up anymore."

Jiang Huaian touched his nose awkwardly, "I was just worried that you were cheated, so I was anxious for a moment."

He paused, then suddenly laughed, "But speaking of which, when I woke up the next day, I felt inexplicably happy. It was as if I had found an excuse to pursue you legitimately, and I became excited all of a sudden."

An Ran felt warm in her heart and looked at him with a smile, this fool.

She gently stroked Jiang Huaian's face, her fingertips lingering between his eyebrows, and asked distressedly: "How have you been these past year? Is the gunshot wound... still serious?"

Jiang Huaian held her hand and shook his head gently, "It's okay now."

An Ran suddenly choked up, her voice trembling slightly, "Where are you hurt..."

Jiang Huainian thought about it and felt that An Ran would find out sooner or later. He slowly unbuttoned his shirt, one by one, until his chest was completely exposed.

An Ran's eyes froze instantly, and a faint mist welled up in her eyes.

She stretched out her hand tremblingly, and her fingertips gently touched the hideous muzzle of the gun on Jiang Huainian's left chest.

She could imagine that he must have been in a lot of pain...

The pain and sadness in An Ran's heart surged like a tide, and she could not describe her feelings at the moment in words.

On the muzzle of the gun, he tattooed [One life one love, I love An forerver]. Those words were deeply engraved on his skin and also deeply engraved in Anran's heart.

Next to it is a heart made up of two fingerprints.

Anran looked at the tattoos, feeling both touched and sad.

Tears could not stop flowing, she raised her head, looked at him with tearful eyes, and choked up: "This position, close to the heart..."

Jiang Huai wiped her tears gently and comforted her: "It didn't hit the heart. The operation was successful."

An Ran hugged Jiang Huainian tightly, buried her head in his arms, and cried inconsolably.

Jiang Huainian rested his chin on An Ran's head and patted her back gently, as if he was comforting a wounded child.

After a while, Anran's emotions gradually calmed down.

She raised her head and looked at Jiang Huai Nian. She whispered, "You even got a tattoo on it."

Jiang Huaian smiled slightly, gently held her hand, his eyes full of affection, "This is my promise to you, I will only love you for the rest of my life."

Anran's fingertips gently touched the two red hearts formed by fingerprints, and she felt an inexplicable warmth and security.

“Is this our fingerprint?”

Jiang Huai Nian nodded and gently stroked her cheek, "I extracted your fingerprint from the electronic lock."

Then he slowly lowered his head and kissed her lips deeply.

Their lips and teeth were touching, their breaths blending together, as if they wanted to pour all their emotions into it.