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Similarly, Ruan Tianling couldn’t settle down to work either. The scenes of him embracing and kissing Jian Yufei kept flashing in his mind.

They’d been married for over a year, and that was their first truly passionate and harmonious kiss.

That feeling was very thrilling, very complicated.

It felt like the thrill that resulted from an irresistible affair.

Ha, Ruan Tianling shook his head in amusement. He and Jian Yufei are still married, yet he regarded their moment of lack of control as adulterous behavior. This was quite funny when said out loud.

In the meeting room, the young and handsome CEO was shaking his head with a smile.

The general manager who was presenting the report got scared and dared not continue.

The CEO was both smiling and shaking his head. Did he think the report was good or not?

In the evening, Ruan Tianling went to Yan Yue’s house.

He used to visit the Yan Family often, thus he was very familiar with the place.

The housekeeper opened the door for him, enthusiastically calling him “Young Master Ruan”.

“Young Master Ruan, our young lady is in the kitchen,” the housekeeper said with a smile.

He took off his heavy woolen coat and handed it to the servant, before striding with his long legs towards the Yan family kitchen.

In the kitchen, Yan Yue, wearing a tight white knitted top and a hip-hugging mini skirt, was wrapping an apron around hers. She was traveling flour with her white and beautiful hands that were rarely touched by water.

When she glanced to the side and saw him, she instantly revealed a beautiful and innocent smile.

“Tianling, you’re here, wait a bit, the dumplings will be ready soon.”

Ruan Tianling walked up closer. Seeing a bit of flour on her face and her hands dirtied with flour, he couldn’t help feeling touched.

She had been pampered by everyone like a princess since she was little, always cared for and hardly ever had to lift a finger to pour tea by herself. But today, she was learning to make dumplings for his sake. How could he not be moved by her intentions?

Ruan Tianling revealed a smile, reaching out to wipe the flour off her face.

Yan Yue played along, and laughed shyly.

“You sit down, I’ll be done soon,” she lightly pushed him away with her arm.

The man held her hand and led her to the sink to wash their hands, “Stop making it, let the housekeeper do it, you accompany me to chat outside.”

“But I told you I wanted to make it myself,” Yan Yue pouted but obediently let him hold her hand and rinse it gently.

“Although I’m keen on eating the dumplings you make, I care more about your hands,” Ruan Tianling gently told her, while a past incident suddenly flashed through his mind.

He remembered one day after he and Jian Yufei got married, he came home from a business trip around two in the afternoon, which wasn’t mealtime yet.

He hadn’t been eating well those days and couldn’t bear the taste of food cooked outside, so he skipped meals on the plane and after landing.

The first thing he did when he arrived home was to instruct the servants to cook him a meal.

What he didn’t know was, the maid who usually cooks in their house was out and wouldn’t return until dinnertime.

All he did was issue the order, then he went upstairs to take a bath and change clothes.

After dealing with some matters upstairs, he came down to eat.

Standing at the kitchen door, he saw Jian Yufei, busy with her back to him, wearing an apron.

She put the food into plates, turned around and met his eyes.

“The food is ready, you go have a seat, we can eat soon.”