Chapter 741: The Rich Family Dream Shattered

The shortest amount of time possible was all it took for everyone to finish up the report and hand it over to Jiang Muye.

After reading through the documents and deciding there were no problems, Jiang Muye went to the mall to pick out the cosmetics himself.

When the counter girls saw Jiang Muye arrive to shop for cosmetics, they were incredibly excited. They had never imagined such a famous man would come to buy things.

Considering that Jiang Muye had once been the Nation's Husband, basically every girl in the country wanted to marry him.

And yet a man like that was already married, and had taken a wife.

On the day of his wedding, how many girls had their hearts broken, their dreams of marrying into a wealthy family shattered.

Jiang Muye said to the counter girl, "No need to recommend anything for me. I have a list here. Whatever you have in stock in your store, just prepare it all for me."

He handed the list to the counter girl.

One look, and it was densely packed, complete with the main effects listed—far too clear.

Just a glance made it obvious it was bought for his own wife.

The counter girls instantly turned sour.

In fact, if they wanted their own boyfriends to buy them things, they'd have to watch their boyfriends' moods.

After all, these things weren't exactly cheap. Every last one was a luxury item, and the cheapest one cost over three hundred, and it was just a tiny eyeliner pencil.

How would the counter girls dare slack off? They immediately began preparing things for Jiang Muye.

Soon, at the fastest speed possible, they had the goods ready for Jiang Muye. If this store didn't have it, they rushed to restock as fast as they could.

The managers of other branches even came to deliver the items in person, so Jiang Muye didn't have to put in much effort at all before he'd picked out the products he wanted.

Jiang Muye nodded in satisfaction. "Pretty good."

With no team, you had to work yourself to death. With a team, it was easy and effortless.

No wonder so many people wanted to be rich. Rich people really did save time and energy.

After buying the goods, Jiang Muye went home.

While Leng Ruoli was still sleeping, Jiang Muye crept quietly over to her vanity table.

Jiang Muye held his breath, doing his best not to make the slightest noise and disturb his darling.

He gently swapped the items out. He was a bit obsessive-compulsive too, so he arranged everything very neatly.

After finishing all of it, Jiang Muye glanced at Leng Ruoli.

Still asleep. Clearly he hadn't disturbed her at all.

That gave Jiang Muye a quiet breath of relief.

Darling hadn't woken up. That was great.

Otherwise, waking her up would make it hard to coax her back to sleep.

After all, she had morning grumpiness, and pregnancy was so tiring. His heart ached for her, worn out as she was.

Jiang Muye watched her sleep, then went to make her something to eat.

That way, once she woke up, she could go downstairs and eat something.

After Jiang Muye quietly closed the door and went downstairs, he thought of the look on her face when she saw how the cosmetics had been arranged, and his mood turned blissful.

She should be very happy, right?

The corners of Jiang Muye's mouth curved up into a smile without him even realizing.

While Jiang Muye was cooking, he heard rapid footsteps approaching from behind.

"Hubby~! Is that what you prepared for me?"

Leng Ruoli hugged him from behind, her sweet, playful voice ringing out.

But it caught him off guard—Jiang Muye had been cutting vegetables, and just like that, the knife slipped and sliced across his finger.

Blood immediately started flowing out.

Jiang Muye clutched his hand. It didn't hurt, it was just bleeding.

When Leng Ruoli heard the commotion, she panicked terribly.

She immediately felt guilty. "I'm sorry, does it hurt a lot?! I didn't know you were cutting vegetables!"

She was so anxious she was about to cry.

Jiang Muye immediately comforted her. "It's fine, it doesn't hurt. You didn't do it on purpose. It's just a cut on the hand, it's not like it's anything serious."

"It's all because of me. Wait here, sit down." Leng Ruoli darted off outside.

Jiang Muye worried about her. "Be careful, don't trip!"

"Got it!"

Jiang Muye watched her clumsy, reckless manner and still felt uneasy.

So he followed her.

Leng Ruoli brought back the medical kit and hurried back over.

"Here, hold out your hand." Leng Ruoli blinked, speaking with her heart aching.

Jiang Muye didn't resist, obediently cooperating as he held out his hand.

"That's really a big cut. It's all my fault." Leng Ruoli immediately cleaned the wound with disinfectant.

Her brows were tightly knitted, clearly aching for him.

A faint warmth rose in Jiang Muye's heart. "It really doesn't hurt, it's fine. Letting a little blood out, draining some toxins, is good for you."

"Even if you want to comfort me, you didn't have to use that excuse. It's really lame." Leng Ruoli laughed.

She understood that Jiang Muye was doing it for her sake.

Of course, after hearing his words, her mood gradually brightened too, and the gloom swirling in her heart slowly faded away.

"I do want to comfort you, but I don't think I can find any other excuse. Making up excuses in front of my own darling is a very exhausting thing to do." Jiang Muye put on a troubled look.

Leng Ruoli burst out laughing. "Alright, anyway, the way you are now has made me feel a lot better."

Her attention was all focused on putting a bandage on Jiang Muye. She applied it especially carefully, as if afraid of pulling at the skin of his hand.

Seeing her cautious manner, Jiang Muye broke into a smile. "What's wrong, do you think I need to be hospitalized for this?"

"Don't say that!" Leng Ruoli glared at Jiang Muye sternly.

"Alright, I won't say it. Then don't worry anymore. I'm a man, what's a little superficial wound like this?" Jiang Muye really didn't think it was anything. After all, it was just a small cut. It would bleed for a bit and then stop.

"I won't do that again in the future. Sorry." After putting the bandage on Jiang Muye, Leng Ruoli lowered her little head and apologized to him.

"We're family, and you're apologizing to me? We're a husband and wife who lie in the same bed. Aren't you being a little too formal with me?" Jiang Muye looked at her with a smile. "You're making it sound like you'd have to get cut yourself for it to be worth it."

Leng Ruoli immediately shook her face back and forth. "No, that's not it."

"Alright, baby, do you like the gift I prepared for you?" Jiang Muye raised an eyebrow.

"You mean hurting your hand?"

Jiang Muye put on a straight face. "You're really a mood killer."

The corners of Leng Ruoli's mouth lifted into a smile. "Alright, I know you mean the cosmetics you prepared. I really like them, thank you. I never imagined you actually understood this stuff too."

After all, Jiang Muye normally didn't know much about cosmetics. As a guy, he wouldn't have come into contact with these things.

This came as quite a pleasant surprise to Leng Ruoli.

When she saw the cosmetics on her vanity table, Leng Ruoli's mood became absolutely jubilant.

Jiang Muye smiled coolly. "It was mainly our secretary who got it done. At most I was just lending a hand, then going to the store to buy all this."