My Little Sweet Wife

It was unknown if Jiang Ruolan was angry or really amused, but her smile made Ling Fei'er even more agitated. When Han Xuegang hugged her, she suddenly reached out her hand to scratch Jiang Ruolan's face. 

Ling Fei'er's long nails scratched two red lines on Jiang Ruolan's face.

"Sis Jiang!" Xiong Ruogang screamed and carefully touched Jiang Ruolan's wounded face.

During the altercation, no one in the audience noticed a car parked on the side of the road.

"Ling Fei'er, enough!" Han Xuegang suddenly shouted in a low voice and firmly held her down. "It has nothing to do with Jiang Ruolan!"

"You still dare to say it has nothing to do with her! You came home from work two days ago with a lousy photo album. You even placed it carefully in the bookcase in the study. You thought I wouldn't be able to see it? Huh, and now you're actually speaking up for her!" Ling Fei'er's eyes reddened. She pointed at Jiang Ruolan and said, "Explain to me clearly, how did you two plot to go out on a business trip and have an affair? Tell me clearly!"

"Fei'er, you …" Han Xuegang hugged her tightly to prevent her from being impulsive. Just as he was about to say something, a black figure suddenly appeared in his line of sight. Han Xuegang's expression changed, and he held Ling Fei'er tightly.

At the same time, Jiang Ruolan noticed Xian Zihao slowly walking through the crowd, and her expression slightly changed.

Did he hear what Ling Fei'er had just said?

"President Xian." Xiong Ruogang called out to him carefully.

Xian Zihao looked at the photo albums under their feet that had been blown open by the wind.

Jiang Ruolan looked down and saw the photo album.

It was a picture of her and Han Xuegang during her birthday. Her face had a cake's cream on it. Han Xuegang, who was also covered in cream, was holding her tightly in his arms. The two of them laughed happily with their heads raised.

Han Xuegang paused for a moment. He held down Ling Fei'er, who was still struggling unwillingly in his arms. Ling Fei'er had to suppress her anger when she saw Xian Zihao. Han Xuegang's eyes were on Jiang Ruolan.

Jiang Ruolan, on the other hand, looked straight at Xian Zihao, who walked over step by step. She wanted to open her mouth to explain something, but she realized that there were already too many people standing around and didn't know what to say.

Ling Fei'er didn't expect Xian Zihao to appear here suddenly. She had always thought that it was just a coincidence that he helped Jiang Ruolan during the engagement banquet. She thought Jiang Ruolan had begged him to help her get back some face. That's why she didn't expect to see him here.

The Ling family was not peaceful these days. No matter what, Ling Fei'er did not dare to say anything to anger Xian Zihao, who was in charge of most of H City's financial industry. She could only bite her lip and glared at Jiang Ruolan resentfully.

Seeing Xian Zihao walking towards her, Jiang Ruolan held her breath. She could have remained indifferent to all of this, but when Xian Zihao appeared, her heart was thrown into chaos.

Will he really think that she had an affair with Han Xuegang?

Would it be disgraceful for him to see these old photos?

Would he find it annoying that she always brings trouble with her whenever she goes?

When Xian Zihao stopped in front of her, Jiang Ruolan struggled to open her mouth. He stood close to her, so close that she could smell his familiar scent.

This matter had nothing to do with her. However, she didn't know how to explain.

"Jiang Ruolan, where's your thorns?" With his warm breath close to her ear, Xian Zihao lowered his head slightly and said in a gentle voice.

"President Xian, Fei'er and I had a little quarrel at home. She was so angry that she pulled out these old photos and came out looking for trouble. This thing, Miss Jiang had nothing to do with it." Han Xuegang explained loudly.

"I know!" Xian Zihao didn't even look at him.

He knew?

Jiang Ruolan was stunned, but she suddenly felt a warm feeling in her hand.

Xian Zihao held her hand and cast a sidelong glance at the astonished Ling Fei'er. "Miss Ling, it's fine to have an argument with your fiance, but it's a taboo to involve others. Today's incident is enough to incriminate you."

Ling Fei'er bit her lips and suddenly said, "President Xian, what right do you have to say that I framed her? The day after I got engaged, Han Xuegang left for a business trip. He just came back yesterday. Who knows, maybe he and Jiang Ruolan went out to do some shameful things!"

Han Xuegang gripped Ling Fei'er's shoulder tightly. "Fei'er! What nonsense are you spouting!"

"When did I start talking nonsense? Otherwise, why would you have such a lousy photo album in your luggage when you came back from two days' travel!" Ling Fei'er did not dare to speak too loudly to Xian Zihao. She turned around and shouted at Han Xuegang.

When Xian Zihao heard this, he smiled coldly. "Ruolan has been with me for the past two days. I should be more clear about her movements than you guys."

Ling Fei'er was stunned. "What? You... You... really live together?"

Xian Zihao immediately laughed softly. Ling Fei'er was asking a question that was too retarded.

The surrounding people started whispering, "Is this woman crazy? She said that President Xian's wife cheated, and in the end, she even asked if the married couple lived together?"

"I think this girl must have a screw loose. After all, she's here to create trouble."

"I'm her husband, of course, I live together with her. I say, little girl, could there be something wrong with your head?"

Ling Fei'er had been pampered since she was young, so how could she be treated like this? She was angered and was about to curse, but when her eyes met Xian Zihao's frosted gaze, she immediately became frightened and bit her lips again.

Ling Fei'er buried her face in Han Xuegang's chest, then stomped her feet in anger.

Han Xuegang helplessly hugged Ling Fei'er as he looked towards Jiang Ruolan, but she did not even look at them.

Jiang Ruolan only stood quietly beside Xian Zihao and holding his hand.

After a long while, Han Xuegang finally said, "I'm very sorry, but Fei'er is still young. She came out to cause trouble because of our quarrel. She didn't mean anything bad, I hope President Xian won't-"

"Since you are Vice President Of Ling Company, I will let this matter go." Xian Zihao seemed to be smiling, but the smile did not reach his eyes. On the contrary, it contained a bone-piercing coldness. "You only have one chance. Your Ling Family must cherish it."

There was a deep meaning in his light words. Only Jiang Ruolan and Han Xuegang could understand the meaning of those words, but it didn't matter whether Ling Fei'er knew or not.

Han Xuegang's gaze darkened. He tightened his grip on Ling Fei'er's shoulder.

Jiang Ruolan hadn't said a single word since Xian Zihao had arrived. She only listened to his voice, looked at the side of his face, and felt the warm and firm strength in her hand.

It was as if in that split-second, Jiang Ruolan felt that no matter how much wind and rain there were in this world, this man would always calmly cover her. There was no doubt, not even wavering. He always believed in her, understood her, gives her courage, gives her strength, gives her peace and tranquility in this chaotic world, and gives her the most eternal warmth.

Jiang Ruolan suddenly moved the small hand in Xian Zihao's palm and subconsciously reached out a few fingers to grasp his hand back.

Xian Zihao looked at her with a gentle warmth in his eyes. "The lunch that you sent me this noon is not bad. Was it from the new restaurant you mentioned?"

She nodded.

Xiong Ruogang suddenly stretched out her head and smiled, "It's from the newly opened donkey meat stew restaurant. It's super delicious. Sis Jiang ordered it special for you today because she's afraid you are going to miss your lunch." 

Xian Zihao glanced at Xiong Ruogang with a smile, then said to Jiang Ruolan, "I promised you this morning that I would accompany you to have a taste when I have time. Let's go." 

"Ugh …" Xiong Ruogang looked at them with a face full of envy and swallowed her saliva. The donkey meat stew was truly delicious. Even after lunch, she still wanted to eat it.

Xian Zihao suddenly stopped and turned around to look at Xiong Ruogang. "You too."

"Huh?" Xiong Ruogang's eyes widened as she pointed at her own face. "Me?"