Sweet Love 1V1: Spoiled by The Executive

Chapter 252 - The Jealous King Is Back



Chapter 252: The Jealous King Is Back

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio  Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Ruan Zeyan barely slept that night. Ling Tianya was on her period and her hands and feet were cold as ice, driving her to lean towards a warm spot even in her sleep. Ruan Zeyan became her tree, while she was the koala. Ruan Zeyan ended up getting tortured the entire night, getting a reaction several times, and yet he couldn’t do anything about it. He couldn’t get up to shower because he had to rub her tummy for her…

“Is your pain better?” Ruan Zeyan kissed Ling Tianya’s hands.

Ling Tianya nodded, “Much better.”

While she spoke, Ruan Zeyan’s eyes merely focused on one spot — her pink lips.

“Are you hungry? I’ll go make some breakfast, what do you want to have? I have bread and eggs here.” As Ling Tianya rambled on thinking about what was in her fridge, she didn’t notice Ruan Zeyan’s face getting closer and closer to her. “I think I ran out of milk… Uh…” By the time she finally noticed, his face was extremely close.

Just as Ruan Zeyan was getting ready to pounce on her cherry lips, Ling Tianya’s phone rang.

Ling Tianya’s brows shot up. She shot Ruan Zeyan a smile before turning to pick up the phone from the headrest.

The caller ID showed that it was a call from Director Zhang, which surprised Ling Tianya.

Zhang Heng’s voice immediately came through when she answered. “Screenwriter Ling, Yuan Teng Corporation has sent us some funds and the new female lead has been set too. Soon, the ‘Hunting Allure’ set can continue filming, do you have time in these next two days to meet?”

On the other end, there was no reply even long after Zhang Heng had finished his words. “Screenwriter Ling? Yaya? Are you listening?”

“She’s not free.” Suddenly, a man’s low voice came through, scaring Zhang Heng out of his wits.

“Ruan… Mr. Ruan…” Zhang Heng stuttered. “Why are you with Yaya?”

Hearing how Zhang Heng addressed Ling Tianya, Ruan Zeyan’s lips downturned in displeasure. “Tianya’s my fiancee, what do you think?”

Zhang Heng swallowed audibly and took a look at the time. It was eight a.m. Zhang Heng may have been a little too excited about the reopening of ‘Hunting Allure’ and called without thinking too much. He didn’t expect that he would have interrupted Mr. Ruan and Miss Ling’s couple time.

“Also–” Zhang Heng still hadn’t settled from the previous startle, and Ruan Zeyan’s next few words set him back to the jittery state again. “Mind your words.”

Zhang Heng’s scalp tingled in fear, what did he call Miss Ling earlier? Yaya? Was he not allowed to say that?

“… Understood.” Zhang Heng gritted through his teeth, not able to understand what had happened until long after the line was cut. It wasn’t until moments later was he able to calm back down, thinking that he should instead contact Miss Ling through her assistant Zhang Ke…

Ling Tianya glared at Ruan Zeyan as he conversed with Mr. Zhang with an utterly cold face, not knowing what to do with the situation either.

But then a thought his her.

“You set aside funds to restart ‘Hunting Allure’s filming?”

“Mm.” Ruan Zeyan nodded. “It’s your first piece after coming back to China.”

“But, as a businessman, you should know that it’s no longer profitable.”

Ruan Zeyan ruffled Ling Tianya’s hair affectionately, getting off the bed and heading to the bathroom.

Ling Tianya knew that the money was nothing to Ruan Zeyan, but such acts still made her feel extremely warm.

The moment Ruan Qishan said that he wanted to meet with Ling Tianya’s family, Ruan Zeyan had arranged everything with scary efficiency.

The meeting spot was set in a high-end private country club under the Ruan family’s name. From the moment Ling Tao received Ruan Zeyan’s invitation, he was nervous, fidgety, and blanking out…

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