CHAPTER 342: CHAPTER 322

Jiang Ruan sighed, "Ah, why is there such a big difference between people?"

Bao Ye raised an eyebrow, smilingly, "What’s up?"

Jiang Ruan looked up at him, her small mouth pouting, "You asked me about my New Year wishes. All I could think about was myself and you, but you thought about the country and its people. Comparing the two makes me feel like my outlook is suddenly so small."

"Some things definitely aren’t without reason. The boss’s thinking is just different from the employee’s."

Listening to her teasing words, Bao Ye found the little woman extremely endearing, and he grinned, reaching out to pinch her cheek.

"Just a casual remark, and it can make you get jealous?"

"Should I change it?"

Jiang Ruan: "No need."

"Your wish is quite good."

"And it will definitely come true."

As he spoke, the man suddenly lowered his head close to her ear. Jiang Ruan felt a tingling sensation in her earlobe, as if he was nibbling on it.

She instinctively tightened her fingers around his fingertips, "Bao Ye."

Her voice soft and tender.

To Bao Ye, it sounded like an unspoken invitation.

Bao Ye’s Adam’s apple bobbed, his thin lips pressed against her earlobe, whispering gently, "My New Year wish is to work hard to fatten you up a bit, especially the X, aiming to get you to C."

Jiang Ruan widened her eyes, her ears burning as she pushed him away, "Go away, go away."

"Who wants C, I’m already quite enough as it is."

She said, "If I become C, can I still wear dresses? It would really affect my elegance."

Bao Ye chuckled, "Why would it?"

"I’ve heard that C is the standard for the perfect woman."

"If you become C," Bao Ye’s gaze dropped, the curve of his lips growing deeper, "you’d be even more perfect."

"Tch."

Jiang Ruan didn’t like discussing this topic with him.

It made her feel like she was merchandise.

She had a rebellious nature, and words to retaliate instantly popped into her mind.

They say there’s even thirty centimeters in this world.

But she didn’t dare say it.

That would be delivering herself up to death.

Knowing Bao Ye’s temperament, ahem... cough cough...

She wouldn’t be able to get out of bed for the next few days.

Jiang Ruan was quite self-aware.

After watching the fireworks, Jiang Ruan was carried out of the living room by Bao Ye.

But he walked in another direction.

Seeing the rose petals and candlelight arranged all around, Jiang Ruan teased, "Mr. Bao, you’re acting like you’re returning to simplicity."

Bao Ye glanced at her, "Hmm?"

"You’re getting more and more romantic," Jiang Ruan commented. "Was this another idea given to you by Chen Nan?"

Bao Ye cleared his throat, "Of course not."

"I looked it up on Baidu."

Jiang Ruan: "......"

She had guessed it...

"Don’t all you women like this stuff?" Bao Ye asked her, "Isn’t it?"

Jiang Ruan finally surrendered, sighed, and nodded, "Yes, I like it."

With a contented tone, "Well, at least you know how to use Baidu to create romance for me."

Quite proud too.

Listen to Bao Ye say, "I actually wanted to use drones."

"I thought drones might be more to your liking, but unfortunately there are fireworks tonight, and they don’t allow it."

Bao Ye frowned, clearly displeased.

Jiang Ruan was quite touched, "Alright, this is already very nice."

She beamed, "I really am pleasantly surprised."

"Thank you."

Bao Ye’s emotions flickered briefly, as he smiled at her, "Save your thanks for later."

Jiang Ruan then realized.

They weren’t heading towards the elevator.

Instead, they were at the entrance of another room.

She widened her eyes, "Where’s this?"

Bao Ye opened the door, turned on the lights.

It turned out to be an extraordinarily large, extraordinarily luxurious presidential suite.

French décor, palace murals everywhere, with dim yellow lights, setting quite the ambiance.

Jiang Ruan was shocked, but as she approached, she discovered the palace murals on the wall clearly depicted...