Pampered By All In Different Planes-Chapter 262: After Kicking Out the Scumbag, the Indifferent Buddhist Heir Dotes on His Wife 62

He never dreamed that a woman also wanted to vie for his wife!

Su Zhiruan was indeed very happy, only now she had to console another jealous soul every day at work.

The fine strands of rain were blown askew by the wind, leaving numerous disordered threads on the windshield, even the air was damp and moist, not only with the fishy smell of rain but also with the fresh and dense aroma of grass and soil.

Su Zhiruan was dressed lightly; she had thought it wouldn’t rain today and hadn’t even worn a coat, but now, wrapped in Zhou Mingyu’s jacket, the warm scent of sandalwood filled her nostrils, as if she was in a warm ocean.

Zhou Mingyu drove himself today, the car moving and stopping intermittently, finally stopping at one of his apartments here.

"Besides Jinghua No.1, I come here most often," Zhou Mingyu parked the car in the underground garage, took Su Zhiruan by the hand, and led her into the elevator, "After we go up, I’ll register your fingerprint and face, so you can come whenever you want."

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"Zhou Mingyu, how many apartments do you have in Jinghua?" Su Zhiruan always felt that his apartments never repeated, and she already knew of four.

Zhou Mingyu fell silent for a moment, then remembered and said, "There are 17 in Jinghua. I have properties all over the country, the rest added up might exceed two hundred?"

"Awesome," Su Zhiruan gave a thumbs up.

She really still needed to strive hard, it seemed she had to buckle down on her career tomorrow.

She quietly clenched her fist, cheering herself on.

Once upstairs, Zhou Mingyu unlocked the door and held her hand to complete the fingerprint registration.

Although this place was an apartment, being a high-end apartment meant it was not as crowded and noisy as ordinary ones, and it had few residents. Until they entered the apartment, they heard no sound from the neighbors.

"Come in, the power might go out today." Zhou Mingyu frowned as he looked at the message on his phone, "The whole area around Jinghua is going to have a power outage."

"No problem, the electricity should be back on soon." Su Zhiruan changed her shoes and walked in.

The overall decor of Zhou Mingyu’s apartment was minimalist in black, white, and gray, which looked very simple and clean, even clinically so, much like a show home. The living room had a full-length floor-to-ceiling window, through which one could overlook the endless stream of cars below, brilliantly colored by neon lights.

Even though there was a power outage in the apartment, it was not very dark.

"Your jacket."

As Zhou Mingyu turned around, by the moonlight, he saw his own jacket slowly sliding off her shoulders, the black and white contrasting strikingly beautiful in the night, unintentionally mesmerizing.

He could distinctly feel his Adam’s apple bobbing for two seconds.

"I’ve got it," his voice was a bit husky as he walked over and took the jacket from her fingertips.

The warm, fragrant suit jacket rested on his arm, with Su Zhiruan’s dress now exposed under the moonlight.

She wore a silver mermaid dress today, designed strapless, her beautiful figure perfectly accentuated by the garment, adorned with broken diamonds and pearls, as if a mislocated mermaid, mysteriously beautiful.

"How do you like this dress? I picked it out carefully." Seeing Zhou Mingyu gaze fixedly, Su Zhiruan thought he had noticed the ingenuity of the dress, and she too felt pleased for a moment.

"It’s beautiful." Zhou Mingyu spoke, slowly hanging the suit jacket on the back of a chair, then moving closer to Su Zhiruan in the moonlight.

"Do you want a closer look?" Su Zhiruan saw his fingers slowly tracing the pearls on her dress, she held Zhou Mingyu’s large hand, and in a flash, she understood his intentions.

"I was out of line," Zhou Mingyu suddenly came to his senses, his expression flustered, he embraced Su Zhiruan, "Wait until we get married…"

Perhaps a window wasn’t closed properly, or maybe it was the noise of the air conditioner, a breeze carrying a fresh scent arrived in the living room.

"When will Boss Zhou propose?" she asked directly, her hand twirling around Zhou Mingyu’s belt, "I don’t mind."

Her actions became increasingly wild and bold, slowly circling his waist.

Zhou Mingyu’s breathing suddenly became rougher and heavier.

He was neither a gentleman beneath the willows nor a sage who remained undisturbed in the company of a beautiful woman.

The woman he loved was in his arms, hinting in various ways, even if he were to become a monk, he wouldn’t be detached.

"A proposal should be formal," Zhou Mingyu thought of each item he needed to prepare for the proposal and other related matters, his mind increasingly filled with Su Zhiruan, he let out a long sigh, his voice even huskier, "How about pretending to be newlyweds for a day?"

"Sure!" Su Zhiruan wrapped her arms around his neck, reached back, and took off Zhou Mingyu’s rimmed glasses from his nose, revealing a pair of eyes that were both dangerous and aggressive.

Zhou Mingyu then picked her up sideways and carried her into the bedroom.

Clothes fell to the floor one by one.

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Zhou Mingyu, who regularly worked out, appeared quite energetic after everything, even more spirited than before.

It was Su Zhiruan’s first time.

He held her as they moved to a different bedroom and pulled off the sheets.