Chapter 399: Bedroom

Around noon, Zhao Ruoying, briefcase in hand, got into the Land Rover with Chen Erbao.

The Land Rover started up and pulled away from the village government office.

The village cadres and residents who saw this immediately broke into a flurry of discussion.

"Why did Er Bao leave with Village Chief Zhao?"

"You know, they really do make a great couple—a talented man and a beautiful woman! Village Chief Zhao is gorgeous, not to mention highly educated, and Er Bao is a capable man himself. A perfect match!"

"They are a good match... But I heard Village Chief Zhao comes from a powerful family. Would she really look twice at Er Bao?"

"What are you talking about? Er Bao is a big boss now. Why wouldn't he be good enough?"

"But isn't Er Bao dating Xiaorui from our village?"

...

The ten-minute drive passed quickly, and they soon arrived.

Chen Erbao parked the car on the side of the road and followed Zhao Ruoying inside.

To be honest, Chen Erbao had been to Zhao Ruoying's house many times, but this was one of the rare occasions he had actually used the front door!

'It really feels different!'

The living room was as tidy as ever, with everything in its proper place and no sign of clutter.

Zhao Ruoying seemed to be a bit of a neat freak. Her home was kept immaculate, the floors so spotless you could see your reflection.

"Ruoying, I parked right out front," Chen Erbao teased her with a smile.

Zhao Ruoying set down her briefcase, shot him a glare, then opened the refrigerator to start preparing a meal.

"They'll probably say I'm keeping you as my boy toy, and that's the only reason your factory has gotten so successful!"

she joked, clearly in a good mood.

Chen Erbao chuckled.

"I wouldn't be so sure. I'm a big boss now, too. They're probably saying I'm your sugar daddy."

"Hmph. Why don't you go be a sugar daddy for your precious Lin Zhiqing!"

"..."

Chen Erbao's heart skipped a beat, but he managed a calm smile.

"Why bring her up all of a sudden?"

Zhao Ruoying took some vegetables out of the fridge and walked into the kitchen to start working. Meanwhile, Chen Erbao leaned against the doorframe, admiring her lovely figure from behind.

"A few days ago, I was looking over the factory's delivery orders and saw Lin Zhiqing's signature."

she said, her back still to him.

"Heh... You know, Medicine King Hall has shares in the company, so they're involved in part of the process..."

"Guilty conscience?"

Zhao Ruoying turned to face Chen Erbao, a faint smile playing on her lips.

Chen Erbao immediately straightened up and retorted stubbornly,

"Of course not. There's nothing going on between us. What would I have to feel guilty about?"

Seeing that Chen Erbao wouldn't admit to anything, Zhao Ruoying dropped the subject and went back to washing vegetables.

"Whether you're innocent or not, only you know. But I'll tell you this: it's her or me. The choice is yours!"

Chen Erbao let out a couple of awkward laughs, saying nothing.

'This is impossible!'

'Lin Zhiqing's personality is relatively gentle; she can tolerate Bai Xiaoqing, but she'd probably never accept Zhao Ruoying.'

'And Zhao Ruoying had just made her own position perfectly clear.'

'When the inevitable war between these two women finally broke out, he felt like he might actually die!'

Chen Erbao sighed, pushing down the emotional turmoil inside him. He stepped forward and wrapped his arms around Zhao Ruoying's waist from behind.

"Need my help?"

"No, you just wait to eat."

Zhao Ruoying concentrated on preparing the vegetables, her delicate features set in a serious expression as if she were undertaking a vital task.

From the side, Chen Erbao could see her long eyelashes fluttering, casting faint shadows across her cheeks.

Her high, straight nose gave her an imposing aura, and her red lips were vivid without being ostentatious. She pursed them lightly now and then, and he could even see the fine, downy hair at the corners of her mouth.

Her skin was fair, delicate, and supple, making Chen Erbao want to lean in and take a bite.

Zhao Ruoying suddenly turned her head. Seeing him staring at her motionlessly, she let out a soft laugh.

"What are you looking at?"

"You."

Chen Erbao answered honestly.

The corners of Zhao Ruoying's mouth lifted slightly. She turned away, unable to stop a smile from spreading across her face.

As Chen Erbao held her, he felt how her slender waist was a perfect, pliant handful, almost as if she were boneless.

Further down were her round, perky buttocks. Thanks to her regular workouts, they were incredibly firm, and Chen Erbao could feel their astonishing elasticity.

His Stabilizing Needle rose involuntarily, pressing into the cleft of her buttocks.

Feeling the hard pressure against her, Zhao Ruoying's cheeks flushed. She turned her head, a mixture of annoyance and embarrassment in her bright, shimmering eyes.

"Can't you think about something productive for once!"

Chen Erbao raised his hands in a gesture of innocence.

"I can't help it! It's your fault for being so beautiful and having such a perfect body!"

"Such a smooth talker. Save those lines for the young girls; they don't work on me!"

Zhao Ruoying shot him a glare and returned to her task, but the little tune she began to hum betrayed her happy mood.

'Proud woman!'

Chen Erbao kept holding Zhao Ruoying, rubbing his long spear back and forth in the cleft of her buttocks. The pressure of her flesh only made him grow hotter.

Zhao Ruoying's breathing grew ragged. With a sultry look in her eyes, she gave Chen Erbao a shove.

"If you... if you keep this up, how am I supposed to cook! Go wait in the living room!"

Chen Erbao had no choice. He walked back to the living room, hunched over, and started looking around.

He walked a lap around the living room, glanced toward the kitchen, and saw Zhao Ruoying was still busy. On tiptoe, he slipped into her bedroom and gently closed the door.

'Why do I feel like a thief...?' Chen Erbao wondered.

Lin Zhiqing's and Zhang Yiyi's rooms were decked out in soft pinks and filled with stuffed dolls, but Zhao Ruoying's personality was clearly different. Her bedroom was just as tidy as the rest of the house—everything was in its place, and even the trash can held nothing but a single discarded shipping bag.

'A woman of refined taste!'

Chen Erbao plopped onto the large, soft bed, bouncing a few times.

He flopped back onto the bed, and his senses were immediately filled with the scent of jasmine.

It was a fresh, clean scent, not at all cloying. There was a cool note to the fragrance that perfectly matched Zhao Ruoying's temperament.

The desk next to the bed was covered in a variety of books—some on politics, some on management, and even a few on psychology.

Chen Erbao casually flipped one open and saw that it was filled with Zhao Ruoying's densely packed notes. Her elegant handwriting was perfectly neat, not a single stroke out of place.

Beside the books sat a photo frame. It showed a middle-aged couple holding the hands of a little girl.

The little girl had a round face, but her expression was a bit stiff; you could see she was trying her best to look serious.

'This must be Ruoying as a kid. Pretty cute, but... that dead-serious expression, trying to look like an adult. She's been proud and contrary since she was a little girl!'

On the back of the frame was a photo of two little girls together. One was a young Zhao Ruoying, and the other was even younger, with a brilliant, innocent smile and two cute pigtails.

'Could it be Zhao Xiang'er?'

Chen Erbao thought it was highly likely and quickly snapped a photo with his phone.