nucmednet Chapter 1069 Xiao Ran, I Miss You So Much
Chapter 1069 Xiao Ran, I Miss You So Much
Teng Zijing drove his Maserati to a smooth stop in front of the An family villa. As he got out of the car,
The security guard and the housekeeper at the entrance nodded familiarly: "Master Jing, you've arrived?"
"Is Miss An here?" he asked.
"They're waiting inside," the auntie replied with a smile.
For several days in a row, he was busy completing his missions, and even making a phone call home required extra caution. Teng Zijing's heart was already filled with longing for An Ran.
As soon as I stepped into the entryway, an irrepressible surge of excitement washed over me, and I called out, "Xiao Ran, I'm home!"
The scene in the living room made him pause—An Ran's maternal grandmother and aunt Jian Xinyi were sitting on the sofa.
Yu Fei sat beside them, and the group sat quietly. The atmosphere seemed somewhat stagnant, not like they were having a pleasant conversation.
Upon hearing the voice, An Ran immediately stood up and looked at him, her eyes instantly lighting up: "Zijing, you're back!"
She hurried over, took his hand, looked up at him carefully, and asked with concern, "Why did you take so long? Did Xiaobao get home safely?"
Teng Zijing's lips curved into a gentle smile as he reached out to tidy her sideburns.
"Yes, they've been delivered safely. Xiao Bao looks just like his parents; the couple is a perfect match, both handsome and beautiful."
Upon hearing this, the gloom in An Ran's eyes seemed to dissipate in the wind, and her expression brightened considerably.
Teng Zijing's gaze immediately shifted to the old woman, and his tone instantly turned cold: "Didn't we already give you the money? What are you doing here looking for Xiao Ran?"
Grandma glared at him, her eyes sharp: "Boy, you want to marry a girl from our Lou family?"
You should at least speak politely! You're supposed to be a CEO, how can you have no manners at all?
“I don’t need manners from you,” Teng Zijing retorted without backing down, “because you don’t even know how to write the word ‘manners’.”
Jian Xinyi quickly stood up to smooth things over: "Master Jing, don't be angry. Xiao Ran's wedding is approaching, and her parents aren't around."
As the bride's family, we should at least come and support her. It's only right that we attend the wedding ceremony!
Antai has already made such a huge fool of itself, and now Xiao Ran is the president of Antai, yet she doesn't even have an elder to send her off at her wedding. That doesn't make sense!
Yu Fei also stood up, cleared his throat, and said, "Master Jing, I've discussed it with Sister An Ran, so let's just leave it at that. After all..."
"You're always getting involved?" Teng Zijing glanced at him coldly, his impatience undisguised.
An Ran quietly tugged at his sleeve and whispered, "Zijing, come and sit down."
Teng Zijing did as instructed and sat down on the sofa, adopting an arrogant posture and coldly observing the old lady.
After a moment of silence, he spoke: "It's not impossible. But remember, don't push your luck."
He glanced at the two of them and said, "AnTai Technology is now XiaoRan's business. Don't even think about taking it."
It's important to understand that Antey was essentially a shell company before, so it's incredibly difficult for them to get back on track.
"If you dare to harbor any wicked thoughts, don't blame me, Teng Zijing, for being ruthless."
"You brat, who are you trying to scare? This old woman won't fall for that!" Grandma said angrily, slapping the armrest of the sofa.
"Grandma, that's enough!" An Ran finally couldn't help but scold, "Can't you say less? You're such an old woman, yet you're still so stubborn."
The air in the living room seemed to freeze instantly, and even the sound of the wind outside the window seemed to soften.
Suddenly, a sudden phone ring broke the silence in the living room.
Teng Zijing slowly took out his phone from his pocket, saw the character "Deng" on the screen, pressed the answer button, and said succinctly, "Speak."
"Brother, where are you? Why aren't you here yet? We've been waiting for you!" The voice on the other end of the phone sounded a little anxious.
"Okay, I'll be right there."
Teng Zijing hung up the phone, got up, took An Ran's hand without saying a word, and walked straight to the door without glancing at the two people on the sofa again.
Upon arriving at the Maserati, he considerately opened the passenger door, raised his hand to protect the roof, and watched An Ran get in before closing the door.
As he walked around to the driver's seat to get in, he leaned closer, and An Ran instinctively shrank back, whispering, "No..."
Teng Zijing chuckled and waved the seatbelt in his hand: "Baby, what are you thinking about?"
An Ran caught a glimpse of what he was holding, her cheeks flushed red, and she said coquettishly, "You're so mean, you always tease me."
Teng Zijing fastened her seatbelt, his eyes filled with tenderness and affection, and suddenly leaned closer.
He reached out and gently pinched her chin, his eyes brimming with long-suppressed longing, and kissed her without saying a word.
"Xiao Ran, I missed you so much..." His breathing was heavy, and his kiss was urgent and deep.
"Do you know? The moment the Sea Shark sank in international waters, I thought... I would never see you again."
When An Ran heard the words "the Sea Shark sank," she was shocked, and panic instantly filled her eyes.
Staring into his tightly closed eyes, feeling his fervent desire, she raised her arms and wrapped them tightly around his neck.
She buried her face in his neck, her voice choked with emotion, "Zijing..." The kiss in response was both gentle and forceful.
It was as if all the worries, fears, and longing of these past days were being melted into this tight embrace.
The wind outside the car window carried the scent of year-end reunions, while inside the car, the air was filled with the precious feeling of something lost and then regained, as if even the air itself was imbued with a tender, lingering fragrance.
The Maserati came to a smooth stop in front of the bridal shop. Teng Zijing got out first, walked around to the passenger side, opened the door, and took An Ran's hand as they walked inside.
When the glass door is pushed open, the wind chimes tinkle, and the store is filled with festive red and white gauze, creating a warm and inviting atmosphere.
Immediately, a shop assistant came up to them with a smile: "Hello, Mr. Jing, hello, Mr. An, please come in."
As they walked toward the fitting room, Teng Zijing asked in a deep voice, "Where are Mr. Deng and the others?"
As the receptionist led the way to the fitting room, she replied, "Mr. Deng and his family are just ahead. Miss Qianqian is trying on her wedding dress."
Upon reaching the entrance, the receptionist pushed open the fitting room door, and everyone's eyes immediately turned to look—
Yu Qianqian wore a strapless wedding dress with a skirt that cascaded like clouds, and her elegant bridal updo accentuated her slender neck.
Her makeup was as soft as the warm sun in early winter, pure and gentle, truly like a fairy descended from heaven.
"Oh, sister-in-law, look at our Qianqian! She looks like she stepped out of a painting!"
Second Aunt Yu'e clapped her hands and praised, "People from big cities really know how to dress up. She looks absolutely gorgeous in this wedding dress!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Deng Zhouyi came out from the inner room, dressed in a well-fitting black suit.
It made him look even more dashing, and the stylist was carefully straightening the wrinkles on his shoulders and cuffs.
Auntie smiled so hard her eyes narrowed into slits, and turned to Mr. Yu, saying, "Brother, look at our son-in-law, he's such a handsome man!"
Stop wearing that long face. Are you heartbroken that your precious daughter has been kidnapped? Look at your son-in-law, does he look like the kind of person who would let our Qianqian suffer?
An Ran, arm in arm with Teng Zijing, stepped forward with a smile. Teng Zijing was the first to greet the elders.
"Second Aunt, Uncle and Aunt, we heard we brought you here. Are you getting used to living here these days?"
Mr. Yu nodded, and Mrs. Yu responded with a smile, "It's fine, but it has caused Mr. Teng a lot of trouble."
Deng Zhouyi quickly stepped forward, his tone sincere: "Auntie, please don't say that."
The reason we brought you two here was actually to ask you to stay, as Qianqian needs someone to take care of her right now.
I'm very busy with work and often can't take care of things at home, so I really need your help. Please stay here with peace of mind!
Mr. and Mrs. Yu exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with hesitation and emotion.
Auntie chimed in, "That's wonderful! Qianqian is your only daughter, and she's getting on in years; she needs someone by her side."
"It's good that you stay. Qianqian won't have to worry about you all the time; and you can watch the young couple live a good life here."
She then turned to the crowd and added with a smile, "As for me, after Qianqian's wedding, I'll go live with her son at his place with her second uncle."
"I'll also find some easy work to pass the time, and it'll help my son out. Once he gets married, I'll be looking forward to holding my grandson!"
His words made everyone laugh, and the atmosphere in the fitting room became even more lively, with a sweet anticipation filling the air.
An Ran looked at the happy and harmonious family in front of her and felt envious; she stepped forward and took Qianqian's hands.
Smiling, she said, "Qianqian, I'm so envious of having so many loving family members! I wish you continued happiness."
Their foreheads touched, their smiles overflowing with the sweetness of marriage: "Thank you, Miss An, and thank you too, for making us both happy like this forever."
"Mmm," An Ran nodded, a gentle smile in her eyes—this kind of liveliness and tranquility was probably the best state to be in.
The private room at Xingteng Restaurant was warm and cozy. Zhu Ling, Xie Xinyu, Xie Beibei, and several other girls were gathered around Yu Qianqian, their heads huddled together as they looked through her phone's photo album.
I took a lot of photos today while trying on wedding dresses. The pure white gown and exquisite makeup made me so excited.
They chattered excitedly about the curve of the skirt and the length of the veil, occasionally bursting into a burst of clear laughter.
The intimacy and warmth between best friends is like water boiling on a stove, almost overflowing.
Yang Fan waved to Zhu Ling from the side, his voice tinged with a mixture of indulgent helplessness:
"Honey, keep your voice down. We're not envious. When we get married, we'll take even better photos than them."
Wei Qingyang walked over with two glasses of juice, handed one to Xie Xinyu first, and asked softly, "Have some juice to soothe your throat. Are you tired? Sit down and rest for a while."
Xie Xinyu took the cup, her fingertips touching the coolness of the cup's rim. She sat down beside him, took a sip, and looked up at him with a faint smile.
That smile made Wei Qingyang beam with joy, his eyes overflowing with tenderness, as if he had received the greatest satisfaction.
At this moment, Teng Zijing walked in with his arm around An Ran's waist. His gaze swept over the lively room, and he called out, "Everyone's here?"
"Master Jing!" "President An!" Everyone greeted him.
"Sit down, sit down, don't be shy." Teng Zijing said, taking the cigar offered by Ouyang Jian and holding it between his fingers, while gesturing for everyone to make themselves at home.
No sooner had he finished speaking than the door to the private room was pushed open again, and Jiang Chengyu walked in.
He was wearing a dark shirt and a black trench coat, his face showing the haste of someone who had just arrived, yet his handsome and commanding presence remained undiminished.
His gaze swept across the room, landing on Teng Zijing and An Ran, and he nodded slightly in acknowledgment.
"Sorry, I'm late because of the traffic jam."
Teng Zijing stepped forward to shake hands, glancing behind him: "Are you alone? Where's President Mu?"