Treasure Hunt: Tycoon's Priceless Runaway Wife-Chapter 593 - 592 Christmas Gift. Three (Second Update)
After preparing the Christmas gifts for the two kids, Le Tong was mysteriously pulled back into the master bedroom by Ji Rui.
"What’s up?" Innocent Le Tong thought Ji Rui had something to discuss with her.
Ji Rui remained silent, pressing the unsuspecting Le Tong down onto the bed.
Le Tong wasn’t flustered, casting a sideways glance at the wall clock, "Hey, it’s still early!"
Lately, their life in bed has been very harmonious, but due to the overwhelming work of the Ji Family, most nights after the kids are asleep, the two tend to deal with work, with all bed activities happening around midnight. It’s not even nine yet, indeed, still early!
Ji Rui nibbled on her lips a couple of times, then pulled back a bit, staring at Le Tong gravely, "Where’s mine?"
Le Tong looked back at him without evasion, "What?"
Ji Rui furrowed his brow slightly, unsure if she was pretending to be clueless or hadn’t heard him, or perhaps, hadn’t prepared a Christmas gift for him at all.
At the thought of that last possibility, Ji Rui’s expression involuntarily darkened.
Baobao is six, never celebrated Christmas, not too tragic.
What’s tragic is President Ji, now thirty-one, who has never had anyone specially celebrate Christmas with him.
And the most tragic part is when he thought he would receive his first-ever Christmas gift, the cruel reality told him it was just a beautiful lie, and there was no such thing as a gift.
"Where’s my gift?" Ji Rui, still unwilling to give up, suppressed his frustration and disappointment, gritting his teeth as he asked.
Le Tong blinked, "Gift? What gift?"
Le Tong’s completely innocent look used to be Ji Rui’s favorite, but now he wished he could crush that innocent face.
At this moment, Ji Rui didn’t know whether to be angry at his own wishful thinking or at Le Tong’s lack of understanding of romance. Originally intending to present his own gift after she gave hers, now, he had no mood left.
Propping himself up on the bed, he got out and strode towards the door, not noticing that Le Tong on the bed was slyly covering her mouth and laughing.
"Hey, Ji Rui, explain clearly, what gift?"
Le Tong on the bed sat up, trying hard not to laugh, as she asked Ji Rui, who was stiffly striding towards the door.
The man, clearly sulking, ignored her, opened the door, and slammed it shut.
Listening to his heavy footsteps fade away, Le Tong finally collapsed on the bed, laughing heartily.
Occasionally teasing this sulky man really makes one feel refreshed!
After Ji Rui left, Le Tong lingered in the bedroom for a few minutes before standing up, smoothing her clothes, and automatically heading to the study to help Ji Rui with work.
Teasing Ji Rui was just a little fun or, more accurately, a sort of wicked enjoyment. Ji Rui is now so good and gentle with her that occasionally, she wanted to see him sulking.
Thus, knowing she’s at fault, Le Tong obediently made a cup of Da Hong Pao tea that Ji Rui loved lately and pushed it in front of him.
"Have tomorrow’s arrangements been finalized? If you really can’t get away, you can go to the office in the afternoon. I’ll stay with the kids."
Christmas is a Western holiday; there’s no holiday domestically. Technically, both Ji Rui and Le Tong have to work, despite being the boss and boss lady, whose presence or absence others have no right to question. However, due to Ji Family’s cooperation with Yang Family, recent developments have been very rapid, and the workload has surged, making them the busiest ones responsible.
"No need, I’ve arranged everything!" Ji Rui replied tartly without even lifting his head.
Le Tong stifled her laughter, not caring if he’s working, and went behind him, hugging his neck, leaning her whole body against him.
"Mr. Ji, feeling down? Is it because you’re too busy and stressed?"
Ji Rui’s hands that were rapidly typing paused, turned his head, and silently glanced at her, then turned back to face the screen, continuing his work.
On the surface, Ji Rui seemed calm, but honestly, he was furious with Le Tong.
His bad mood was not due to being busy and stressed; it was all because of her, wasn’t it?
The culprit had no sense at all, stabbing him once and then coming to twist the knife again.
Le Tong bit her lip, trying not to laugh, and tenderly touched his chin with one hand while picking up the teacup, offering it to him with a soft voice.
"Darling, have a sip of tea! It’s crafted with love and care by yours truly; others can’t even have a taste..."
Ji Rui’s hand paused again in mid-air.
Le Tong’s soft voice and words were like nimble fingers, tapping his heart. His rationality began to crumble bit by bit, while certain senses and desires he had suppressed began to awaken due to these clear sounds and seductive words.
The warm cup rim pressed against his lips, a primal instinct, heated by his blood, roared fervently.
His mouth opened uncontrollably.
Slender fingers tilted the cup slightly, the fragrant and rich tea flowed gently into his mouth.
"Darling, is it good?"
Le Tong asked softly, her warm breath sprinkled on the back of Ji Rui’s neck.
"Mm..."
Even with great self-control, Ji Rui found his resentment and anger, already shattered, unrecognizable under the seductive words and actions of the one he loved.
At this point, Ji Rui deeply understood the real meaning of "softness overcomes hardness."
And Le Tong is the woman he met that’s most adept at using this weapon.
He never expected that it was purely because he loved this woman so much that her "softness" could achieve anything with him.
At this moment, Ji Rui was indeed conflicted.
The emotional side told him that he should abandon everything and, without hesitation, forget the work and tea, directly embrace her back to the room for exercise, as that’s the most crucial thing.
But his remaining rationality told him that the documents in his hands must be completed before midnight, as the team in Y Country was waiting for the plan to deploy their next steps.
Hesitant, the tea in the cup had all been drunk clean.
"Darling, want more?" Le Tong seemed addicted to the role-play game, her sugary voice making Ji Rui’s whole body unbearably tingly.
"No more." Ji Rui certainly wanted more, tea brewed with love like this, not just a cup, but he wished to drink it for a lifetime.
However, he forced himself to say what he didn’t mean, desperately maintaining his posture and continuing his work because he clearly understood that compared to one night of pleasure, he and Le Tong, along with Yang Sheng and all the Ji Family people’s efforts, were more crucial.
And he and Le Tong have a lifetime to face each other, there’s no rush for anything.
