Chapter 693: Honey, You Actually Made Such a Special Arrangement

Chapter 692: Darling, You Actually Arranged Something So Special

Rejected 99 Times, the Aloof Campus Belle Comes On Strong at Me, Jiang Muye

Boss Cutie

"I've already gotten the police involved. The criminal investigation unit is on it too. It won't be long before they figure out someone's pulling strings," Jiang Muye said, full of confidence.

He wasn't the penniless nobody he'd once been. The power behind him was formidable.

The youth who'd once slain the dragon had become a capitalist.

Of course, even without capital, Jiang Muye still had the System.

At present, the System Shop had no way to completely hunt down the culprit and bring him to justice, but he believed it was only a matter of time. With a proposal submitted to the System, there had to be a way to improve the situation.

"I'll get my dad to help too. Thanks for your hard work—I'll do my best to finish knitting this sweater for you as compensation!" As Leng Ruoli said this, her eyes sparkled with anticipation. She pulled out the sweater she'd knitted more than halfway and showed it off in front of Jiang Muye.

When Jiang Muye saw the sweater, he nearly burst out laughing.

The sweater was full of holes. It wasn't perfect at all, and one sleeve was bigger than the other—they didn't seem symmetrical.

But Jiang Muye knew Leng Ruoli had been a rich young miss before. She'd knitted a scarf before, and her skill with that was decent, but it was obvious she wasn't very good at knitting sweaters.

Sweaters were harder than scarves.

That she could reach this level at all was no easy feat.

"Alright, I'll wear it. Wearing it warms my heart—I feel comforted!" Jiang Muye replied with a smile.

"Just don't think it's ugly. I unraveled the yarn several times, but it still feels weird…" Leng Ruoli hung her little head. "It clearly looks so easy when I watch those internet bloggers knit sweaters. How did it turn into something so difficult when it came to me?"

"Those pretty sweaters can be bought in stores, but one as ugly as the one you knitted is one of a kind!" Jiang Muye smiled and rubbed Leng Ruoli's little head.

Leng Ruoli immediately got flustered, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. "So now you're admitting my sweater is ugly!"

"Facts are facts. It's very ugly."

"Hmph! At least you're honest!"

Jiang Muye reached out and wrapped his arms around Leng Ruoli, pressing his cheek against her fair little face and coaxing her. "Alright, you little dummy. I don't mind that it's ugly—I'll wear it anyway. Look, the scarf I'm wearing now was knitted by you too. Everyone's dying with envy, asking where I bought it."

Leng Ruoli smiled and shot back, "Keep bragging."

"Hahaha, you don't believe it either? Darling, you need to have some confidence." Jiang Muye said with a smile, "The scarf is genuinely well-knitted. Very warm."

He even lowered his head, as if he could catch a faint floral fragrance from his darling's body.

It put Jiang Muye in a great mood.

"It's just that the sweater isn't very pretty, right?"

"They're both great, hahaha!" Jiang Muye still had to play the peacemaker.

"Then I'll work hard to finish it tonight and knit the sweater for you!" Leng Ruoli was full of enthusiasm and became very motivated.

Jiang Muye wanted to cry but had no tears. "There's no rush. Besides, I have plenty of clothes to wear."

"It's going to get colder soon, so I definitely have to knit the sweater properly for you! That way you can wear the sweater I knitted and go to the office comfortably! Without catching a cold!" Leng Ruoli was full of visions of the future.

Jiang Muye couldn't bring himself to dampen her enthusiasm.

After all, she was bored at home, and if she was interested, letting her do it was a kind of enjoyment for her.

He just made one thing clear. "Really, there's no rush. Don't stay up late, or I'll get upset with you. You have to balance work and rest."

"Okay, no staying up late. I'll be able to finish it in a bit~!"

Looking at Leng Ruoli's faint smile, the displeasure Jiang Muye had felt over the corporate spy incident had now vanished into thin air.

He leaned against Leng Ruoli's shoulder, watching her knit, sniffing the faint milky scent on her body, and felt very comfortable.

"Darling, I suddenly don't quite understand why workaholics exist. A workaholic definitely has no love, no beautiful and considerate darling like you. Otherwise, with a darling like you, he'd definitely come home from work at six every day."

As soon as Jiang Muye said this, Leng Ruoli glared at him. "Oh really? A man's mouth is a lying ghost. Look at you—you came home after nine at night."

"I was wrong. I really did try my best to rush home early. I don't want to be a workaholic, it's just that there's really a lot of work. Then I'll come home at six tomorrow, no, five!"

The moment Jiang Muye finished speaking, he got a light smack on the head from Leng Ruoli.

"Are you an idiot? I was joking with you. You have your work, I have my things. Why do you always have to revolve around me? Just focus on your work. I'll always be your support."

Leng Ruoli's eyes blinked, full of sincerity. "But you have to take care of your health. Don't work overtime too late. If you really have to work overtime, call and tell me. After all, someone's waiting for you at home. Don't make me worry."

Jiang Muye cupped Leng Ruoli's beautiful face and gave her a kiss. "Got it, darling!"

"As for me, I don't need you to take care of me. There are so many servants at home, all drawing salaries. I can't let them have nothing to do, right? You, for now, just work with peace of mind. Deal with whatever needs dealing with. I'll be in charge of taking care of things at home."

She smiled sweetly. "When you come home, there's a light on for you. When you're cold, there's a bed to sleep in. When you're hungry, there's a hot meal to eat."

Jiang Muye could completely picture the scene from her description.

His gaze instantly turned gentle, and he felt especially happy.

He lay on Leng Ruoli's back shoulder, lightly nuzzling her shoulder with his nose, then said comfortably, "Alright. But if you really have a problem, don't try to tough it out. You have to tell me."

"Okay."

Leng Ruoli's lips curved up, and she continued knitting with her head down.

"Darling, aren't your hands tired? Let me massage them for you." Jiang Muye said with a smile.

"I'm not tired, no need to massage them. You're the one whose body must be sore. Go take a look on the second floor." Leng Ruoli gave Jiang Muye a look.

"What is it? What did you arrange?" Jiang Muye asked curiously.

"You'll know when you go!" Leng Ruoli said mysteriously.

Hearing her words, Jiang Muye felt a bit excited.

Right now he was dying to know what mysterious surprise his darling had prepared.

He practically ran up to the second floor.

When he reached the room Leng Ruoli had mentioned, he found a burly, muscular man there.

Jiang Muye was dumbfounded.

What was going on.

His darling had hidden a strange man in the house?

"Who are you?" Just as Jiang Muye was puzzled, Leng Ruoli had already arrived.

"Hubby, this is a masseur I had the butler arrange. I heard his massage skills are excellent. You can enjoy it." Leng Ruoli said with a smile.

"Darling, you really thought of everything, but there's no need. I'll just go take a bath myself."

Jiang Muye was about to leave, but Leng Ruoli grabbed his wrist.

"Hubby, you're always sitting in the office. It's easy to get backaches and shoulder pain. Besides, you've had so much going on lately. Relax properly. I'll go pour you a drink. Enjoy yourself first!"

Leng Ruoli smiled and had already pushed Jiang Muye onto the massage chair.

The moment Jiang Muye was pushed down, he saw the radiant, captivating Leng Ruoli and naturally had some wicked thoughts.

But those wicked thoughts vanished in an instant.

Don't worry, isn't it double the sweetness after the knife? A little knife won't hurt to look at.

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