The engagement is over, but the black-bellied president won't let go

"Fei'er, I feel very lucky to have you and those brothers." Xiao Yiyang said slowly, with a hint of fatigue in his voice that was difficult to conceal. The low tone seemed to be a sigh from the depths of his soul. However, in this fatigue, there was a deep satisfaction, as if he had finally found a quiet harbor after going through so many hardships.

His deep eyes were slightly closed, and his long eyelashes cast a faint shadow under his eyelids. At this moment, he seemed to be recalling every bit of the past, the passionate years fighting side by side with his brothers, and the warm moments of snuggling with Leng Ruofei. Every scene was like a precious gem, embedded in the depths of his memory, allowing him to indulge in this hard-won moment of tranquility and warmth.

Leng Ruofei heard this and a gentle smile appeared on her lips, like a flower blooming in spring, bright and moving. "This is all your blessing. You should take care of your health in the future." Her voice was soft and gentle, like a clear stream in the mountains, flowing with endless love and care. Her gentle eyes seemed to be able to melt all the coldness in the world, leaving only warmth and tenderness.

Xiao Yiyang held Leng Ruofei's hand tightly, feeling the warmth from her palm. The warmth was like a bonfire in winter, dispelling his physical and mental fatigue and coldness. "I will, go to sleep." His voice was low and magnetic, with a reassuring power.

The room gradually became quiet, with only the sound of their breathing intertwined, like a gentle nocturne. The moonlight shone through the window, sprinkled on them like water, outlining a peaceful and beautiful picture. The moonlight seemed to be singing a silent hymn for their love, witnessing their deep affection and attachment.

The next morning, golden sunlight shone through the gaps in the curtains and gently sprinkled into the room. The rays of light were like gentle fingers, gently caressing Xiao Yiyang's face. His eyelashes trembled slightly, as if awakened by this gentle touch.

Xiao Yiyang slowly opened his eyes, and the first thing that caught his eye was Leng Ruofei's quiet and sweet sleeping face beside him. Her face was as peaceful and beautiful as an angel, and her fair skin glowed lightly in the sun, as delicate and moist as mutton-fat jade, making people want to touch it gently. Her long eyelashes trembled slightly, like the gently fluttering wings of a butterfly, and every slight tremor seemed to be telling a beautiful dream.

He got up gently, his movements were extremely careful, as if he was afraid of breaking this picturesque tranquility. He didn't want to wake her up, he just wanted her to stay in this sweet dream for a while longer. Every movement seemed so gentle, as if he was protecting the most precious treasure in the world.

Xiao Yiyang walked to the window and slowly opened the curtains, letting the warm sunlight shine fully into the room. Outside the window, birds were singing happily on the branches, jumping and chirping, as if cheering for the new day. The breeze blew, the leaves rustled, bringing fresh air and the fragrance of nature.

Leng Ruofei was awakened by the gradually brightening sunlight. She rubbed her eyes and saw Xiao Yiyang standing in front of the window with sleepy eyes. His tall figure looked even more majestic under the sunlight, as if he was the most solid support in her life. The golden sunlight sprinkled on him, outlining a dazzling outline for him, making him look like a hero from a myth.

"Awake?" Xiao Yiyang turned around and asked with a smile. His smile was as warm and bright as the morning sun, instantly dispelling the trace of sleepiness that remained in Leng Ruofei's heart. That smile was full of love and pampering, as if the whole world became better because of her waking up.

Leng Ruofei nodded: "Well, did you sleep well last night?" Her voice still had a hint of laziness and sleepiness, like the gentle breeze in the early morning, with an intoxicating tenderness.

Xiao Yiyang came over, sat beside the bed, and gently held Leng Ruofei's hand. His fingers were long and strong, intertwined with her hands, conveying endless warmth. "With you by my side, I slept well." His eyes were full of affection and love, a kind of warmth that could be conveyed without words, as if it could wrap her whole body in it.

"That's good." Leng Ruofei responded, with a happy smile on her face. That smile was like a blooming flower, beautiful and moving. She just wanted to get up, but Xiao Yiyang held her down.

"What's wrong?" Leng Ruofei stared at Xiao Yiyang's ever-increasing mouth corners in surprise with his innocent eyes, and a hint of doubt arose in his heart.

Xiao Yiyang said softly, "There was something we didn't do last night." After that, he held Leng Ruofei in his arms, and his breath instantly enveloped her. His kiss fell like a storm, hot and eager. His big hand lifted the quilt and reached into her clothes, with an irresistible power.

"What are you doing? Um..." Leng Ruofei was amused by his lust in the morning and struggled to break free. A blush appeared on her face, like the sunset in the sky, beautiful and charming. "How can you be so energetic? Aren't you tired of thinking about these things every day?" She said coquettishly, with a hint of anger in her voice, but also revealed endless tenderness.

Xiao Yiyang raised his eyebrows, a cunning light flashed in his eyes: "I am your husband in my prime, would I be tired of doing this kind of thing?" His voice was low and magnetic, with an unquestionable confidence.

Leng Ruofei blushed and pushed him gently: "Okay, stop it, can't you do something else?" There was helplessness and joy that was hard to conceal in her eyes.

Xiao Yiyang looked at her shy appearance, his heart full of pity, and gently kissed her forehead: "Okay, I'll listen to you."

"It's a nice day today, how about we go out for a walk?" Xiao Yiyang suggested, his eyes full of anticipation. That anticipation was like a child's desire to get his favorite toy, pure and warm.

"Okay." Leng Ruofei agreed happily, with excitement flashing in her eyes. She quickly stood up and began to pack and prepare.

Xiao Yiyang watched her busy figure with a smile on his face. He knew that with her by his side, every day was so beautiful.

Leng Ruofei changed her clothes and stood in front of the mirror to fix her hair. Xiao Yiyang hugged her gently from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder: "My Fei'er is beautiful no matter how you look at her."

Leng Ruofei rolled her eyes at him coquettishly: "You are just sweet-talking."

The two walked out of the villa hand in hand. The sunlight was like a golden veil, gently shining on them, casting long shadows. Xiao Yiyang and Leng Ruofei walked slowly along the path outside the villa. The bluestone road under their feet was slightly wet in the early morning. With every step, they seemed to be able to feel the steady and vibrant breath of nature.

"Fei'er, do you know? Every time I see you sleeping quietly beside me, I feel an unprecedented peace in my heart." Xiao Yiyang spoke softly, his voice was like the sound of a long piano, full of deep attachment. His eyes fell on the flowers in front of him. Those blooming flowers were colorful, red like fire, pink like clouds, white like snow, swaying gently in the breeze, as if dancing for their love. And he used his peripheral vision to pay attention to Leng Ruofei's reaction, his eyes full of tenderness and affection.

Leng Ruofei raised her head slightly and looked at Xiao Yiyang, her lips curled up, her eyes full of affection, like a clear lake, "Yiyang, as long as you are here, I feel very safe." Her voice was as soft as the wind, but as firm as a rock, and every word was like falling petals, light and powerful. The breeze blew, ruffling Leng Ruofei's hair, and a few strands of hair danced playfully on her cheeks. The hair was as soft as silk, shining with a faint luster.

Xiao Yiyang stretched out his slender fingers, his movements were gentle and delicate, as if he was treating a precious treasure. He carefully tucked her hair behind her ears, and his fingertips gently brushed across her skin, bringing a slight shudder. His eyes stayed on her face, and his focused expression seemed as if she was the only one in the world.

"Fei'er, do you really not want to take over the Mu family? After all, that's your home too..." Xiao Yiyang's tone was filled with concern and doubt. His brows were slightly furrowed, and his eyes revealed serious thinking.

Leng Ruofei held Xiao Yiyang's hand tightly and frowned slightly. The wrinkles between her eyebrows seemed to carry past memories and entanglements. "Yiyang, I always thought I was an orphan. Grandpa was very good to me. He wanted to recognize me, but I refused back then. After all, my mother died when I was born. As for the rise and fall of the Mu family, I have never participated in it." There was a trace of firmness and determination in her eyes, which was the relief of the past and the clarity of the future.

Xiao Yiyang smiled and nodded, a glimmer of understanding and support flashed in his eyes, the light was like the twinkling stars in the night sky. "Okay, just do what you want. The Mu family is selling off their shares recently, so should I take them? The old man Mu's will back then was..."

"I won't take it. Yiyang, the Mu family has nothing to do with me. I have no opinion on what you want to do." Leng Ruofei's tone was firm, without the slightest hesitation. Her eyes were firmly looking into the distance, as if she had completely left the past behind.

Xiao Yiyang smiled and kissed Leng Ruofei's forehead. The gentle kiss was like a spring breeze blowing over flower petals. "Oh, then I will take it for you." His smile was full of doting and love, as if it could melt the whole world in this warmth.

Leng Ruofei turned around and faced Xiao Yiyang, her eyes gleaming with longing, like bright fireworks in the night sky. "Yiyang, do you think we will have children in the future? What will it be like if we have children?" Her voice was filled with a hint of expectation and yearning, as if she had already painted countless beautiful pictures of being with children in her mind.