Quick Transmigration: Help! What to do when my husband is obsessed with love?

Chapter 25 The Heiress Who Was Rejected from the Engagement

When Qi Qingran dealt with the minority shareholders, he was too fast and too ruthless, and many of his methods were beyond the scope of the law.

If two more years pass, and no one carefully records each of his violations, perhaps these will become evidence of his future reputation for decisive and ruthless actions.

But now, these can only become his death warrant, sending him to prison.

When he was taken away from the ward, Mrs. Qi felt as if the sky had fallen.

how so!

How old is Qingran? How could she do something that breaks the law?

The police must have made a mistake!

She went to order Qi's father to hire a lawyer to bail Qi Qingran out, but how could Qi's father be an outsider?

He's also partly responsible for the good deeds his son did; he's in there too, waiting to be rescued.

Now, the only person in the Qi family who can take care of things is Old Master Qi, who is on an oxygen tube.

Regardless of whether it's out of favoritism or the hope of getting someone out, he'll be trying to rescue the second son's family.

The eldest son's family was the trigger for everything, and they were the ones those who were trying to eliminate the Qi family wanted to get rid of as soon as possible.

If their family going in can bring peace to the Qi family, then... let them go in.

Old Master Qi, who once harbored ambitions to annex the Ling family and hoped his grandson would turn the tide, finally abandoned his unrealistic fantasies in the face of reality and made efforts to preserve the last vestige of life for the Qi family.

Having nowhere else to turn for help, Madam Qi could only berate the biased old man, hire a lawyer with her own savings, and then return to her parents' home for assistance.

She is an only child, and her father will definitely help her.

But that's what my father said: the family doesn't belong to him alone. He can lend a helping hand privately, but the family can't do anything for an outsider.

outsider?

How could her son be an outsider?

But in the eyes of her powerful second uncle, her son was an outsider!

She hates any second son who tries to seize power!

While chaos erupted over there, Ling Yi had no interest in paying attention anymore.

Now, her and Zhou Ziheng's little home is finally completely completed!

In the main hall with its ten-meter-high ceiling, even a two-meter-tall doll appears tiny.

The things Ling Yi liked, and the things Zhou Ziheng appreciated, were carefully and harmoniously incorporated into their small home by the designer.

Large floor-to-ceiling windows let sunlight into the room, making the plush living room warm and inviting.

Lingyi rolled comfortably on the long-haired carpet that allowed her to sink her feet in.

Really comfortable.

Zhou Ziheng sat beside her, greedily surveying his new home.

Such a tender and warm scene was something he never dared to dream of.

But now, it has escaped fantasy and entered reality.

“I want to grow a large field of sunflowers in the garden,” Zhou Ziheng said softly, looking down at Ling Yi who was rolling around.

Ling Yi rolled to his side, but his firm thighs blocked her way. She couldn't help but rub against him in dissatisfaction: "Hmm, sure."

She doesn't know much about flowers and plants.

"But why would you like this?"

Hey CEO, shouldn't he be growing some expensive plants?

For example, roses flown in by air, or orchids worth tens of millions, that's what makes it high-class.

Influenced by the domineering CEO novels promoted by 688, Ling Yi thought of some wonderful scenarios and chuckled.

Zhou Ziheng: "..."

Although I don't know what she's laughing at, I can tell it's not something good.

The words that should have been tender and affectionate suddenly shifted on his lips. He said softly, "I just want to know... when you draw back the curtains, will Sunflower turn around suddenly?"

"You said I am the sun?" Ling Yi noticed the element and was not fooled by his sarcastic tone.

Zhou Ziheng gave a soft hum, which was taken as tacit agreement with her words.

It's a bit of a scorching sun, especially in August. It's so intense that you'll get sunburned and your skin will peel if you're not careful.

Ling Yi rested her chin on her hand, looking at the man who was pretending to have a tense face, just looking at him and smiling.

A moment later, a hand covered her eyes: "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"To see just how much you love me," one would compare this existence, upon which one depends for survival, to her.

The closer and more secure they are, the less Zhou Ziheng is willing to say "I love you."

Living in an environment of hatred for a long time eventually affected his ability to express certain things.

He can do ten thousand things, but he can no longer easily express his love.

His love was once the bargaining chip to keep Ling Yi, and he had to put it into words.

Now his love is growing in his flesh and blood, secretly but vigorously nurtured by Ling Yi.

He pulled her into his arms, rested his chin on Ling Yi's shoulder, and prevented her from turning around to look at him.

The man's cool breath brushed against her ear, and Ling Yi tilted her head uncomfortably, but suddenly heard a voice in her ear: "You are not the sun."

Ok?

You are the sunshine, the water, and the air.

It was essential for his survival.

His voice was soft, whispering in Ling Yi's ear and touching her heart.

Bang bang bang.

One sound after another.

Ling Yi placed Zhou Ziheng's hand on her chest, letting him hear her chaotic heartbeat.

Like him, her heart was beating for him at that moment.

A warm and quiet atmosphere filled the air. After a long while, Ling Yi said, "When we get married, I want to wear a beautiful dress one more time."

The instruments of torture were heavy, but undeniably beautiful.

The hand around his waist suddenly tightened, and the person behind him said in a trembling voice, "Okay..."

It seems he really wants to have another family.

Her shoulders seemed damp, and Ling Yi looked somewhat uncomfortable.

She tried to lighten the mood: "How about we set the date when this house becomes available for move-in?"

Moving into a new home always requires some sense of ceremony.

"it is good."

"The address is set at where we met before? That's where I first met you."

At that time, she evaluated the man's appearance as excellent from the most objective perspective.

"it is good."

"Should we use the same ring as before? I quite like it."

"not good."

The person who had been keeping quiet finally voiced their opinion.

He muttered, "I chose the others."

That overly gentle pink wasn't really suitable for her.

She should be dressed in the most dazzling red, like the blazing sun piercing through the dark clouds.

Ling Yi, finally managing to elicit some response, breathed a slight sigh of relief and said lazily, "Fine, if you're happy."

"Yes, I'm happy." How could Zhou Ziheng be unhappy?

He proposed to her one by one, before he could even take out the ring he had been preparing for so long.

In return for his kindness, he decided...

"You can wear the pink one when you get engaged."

Qi Qingran is of lowly status, but the gemstone is innocent.

If you like it, then it's the best.

Ling Yi, who said it casually: "..."

"Forget it, my mom took that ring apart a long time ago. You'll have to work harder to prepare another engagement ring."

"Where is the hardship?"

Forget about preparations, I'd even let him farm gold himself!

"What about the others?"

"What else? Just leave it to the professional team."

“But I always feel like we’ve forgotten something.” Ling Yi shifted her position and nestled in Zhou Ziheng’s arms, murmuring to herself.