Inside the presidential suite of the Sofitel Hotel, the large space was fully furnished with elegant furniture, making the entire room look like a complete home.
In the room that adhered to the traditional design of France and fused with the retro style of ancient Rome, all the furnishings were ingenious, demanding that the guests could smell the elegance and grace as soon as they entered the room.
The fresh flowers that were changed daily were placed in an exquisite vase in the corner, and the air was also filled with the fragrance of famous French perfume, rich but not pungent.
At this time, the bathroom door was opened from the inside. Lin Ruoxi, who had just taken a hot shower, was wearing a white silk pajamas provided by the hotel. She held a white towel in her hand to wipe her wet hair and slowly walked to the floor-to-ceiling window in the room.
The loose pajamas covered a large area of her creamy skin and perfect figure, but in the haze, it highlighted a nimble and light temptation.
The night scene in Paris was not as prosperous as in Zhonghai. It was more of a quiet flow, as if you could feel yourself in a sea of flowers amidst thousands of lights.
With a faint sigh, Lin Ruoxi stopped wiping her hair and turned to look at a wooden wall clock in the room.
It had been more than an hour since Yang Cheng was taken away, and there was no news at all. Although she had full confidence in Yang Cheng, it did not reduce her worry.
Quietly standing alone in the room, Lin Ruoxi was slightly lost in thought, and she suddenly felt a little ridiculous.
Once upon a time, she did not treat this man as an equal human. Many times, she even hoped that he would die so that he would not annoy her in front of her, and always remind her of the hellish night when she lost her chastity.
But unknowingly, the two had been together for a year. Quarreling, fighting, cold war, joking, all the bits and pieces of life seemed to have happened yesterday.
She woke up in the morning and returned home at night. In her busy life, there was only one more man who seemed dispensable and did not do proper work. However, it seemed that … the days were no longer as cold and cheerless as before.
There was almost nothing good about this guy. He was lazy, vulgar, and even vulgar. Not to mention that he smoked and drank, he was also very fickle. Other men would hide their fickleness even if they were fickle, but this guy was brazenly womanizing. His skin was as thick as a city wall.
Always making him angry, always making fun of him, always mocking him, always scaring him, always making him afraid …
He seemed to be very obedient, but when it came to a critical moment, he simply minded his own business and didn't listen to anyone's advice. His male chauvinism had reached its peak.
"This kind of man, there shouldn't be anything worth liking …"
Lin Ruoxi murmured. She didn't know who to ask.
After all, it had been a long journey on the plane, and it had been an afternoon of travel. Furthermore, they had been kidnapped. At this moment, they were both physically and mentally exhausted.
Lin Ruoxi felt that her body was soft, so she walked to the comfortable big bed and sat down. She lowered her head, but no matter what, she didn't have the courage to lie down.
"If I fall asleep, will he be able to come back tomorrow morning?" Lin Ruoxi felt that her head was very swollen. She painfully closed her eyes, shook them, opened them, and muttered to herself, "He's clearly such a bad guy, why did I become like this? Could it be because he confessed to me that night …"
In her mind, she couldn't help but think of that night when she ran out of the restaurant and cried on the street …
"… It's this rotten man, the me from another world with you!! This kind of me!! Can I like you!? … "
Thinking back to that moment, Yang Cheng's shouts seemed to be ringing in her ears. A trace of shyness appeared on Lin Ruoxi's face, and she burst out laughing, "Really, which man would say that he's rotten when he confesses … What an idiot … I've never said that I like you, idiot …
But, if I don't like him, why would I always think of him … I … As expected … "
"Ring ring ring!"
The phone suddenly rang, interrupting Lin Ruoxi's mumbling.
Startled, Lin Ruoxi sat up straight, wiped the tears from the corner of her eyes, and picked up the hotel phone on the bedside table.
"Ruoxi, I hope I'm not disturbing you?" It was Goodman on the other end of the phone.
Lin Ruoxi responded. Then, she thought of something and hurriedly asked, "Is there any news about Yang Cheng? Did the lawyer bail him out? "
Goodman said awkwardly, "I've called the best lawyer in Paris, but there's no news yet. But don't worry, I'll do my best. He'll be fine. "
"Erm … Then, what's the matter?" When Lin Ruoxi heard that it wasn't about Yang Cheng, she felt disappointed, and her tone turned cold.
"I see that you're tired and not in a good mood, so I want to bring you to this hotel for a Thai massage. They have the best masseuse there to relieve your fatigue. Also, what's the hamburger we ate tonight? I'll treat you … "
"It's fine," Lin Ruoxi interrupted Goodman, "Thank you for your kindness, but it's late, and I want to rest."
Goodman went silent for a while, then said, "Alright then, the fashion week's release will start tomorrow. I'll pick you up in the morning. Whether Mr. Yang can come out early or not, work mustn't be delayed."
"It's at the Louvre's Caruselle Hall, and the Tuileries Garden next to Place de la Concorde, right?" Lin Ruoxi asked.
"That's right, Ruoxi, your memory is really good," Goodman smiled.
"You don't have to pick me up, I'll go there myself. Just arrange a driver for me. I'll be in charge of the fashion week's activities, and you'll be in charge of contacting the designers and brands. This will be more efficient. If you accompany me to the event, it'll be equivalent to leaving the company's daily work unattended. There's no need for that, "Lin Ruoxi said faintly.
"But …"
"It's settled then," Lin Ruoxi hung up the phone …
Goodman, who was in the room, was stunned when he heard the busy tone on the phone. Then, he slammed the phone down and took a few deep breaths with a gloomy expression. His eyes were filled with coldness.
"How dare you look down on my existence. Lin Ruoxi, you'll be mine sooner or later …" Goodman squinted his eyes and muttered to himself.
Goodman squinted his eyes and mumbled to himself. Just as he was about to turn off the bedside lamp, he heard the doorbell ring.
Goodman got up from the bed unwillingly in his pajamas and walked to the door. Through the peephole, he saw a smiling waiter.
Opening the door, Goodman furrowed his brows and asked, "What's the matter? Don't you know that the guest needs to sleep?"
The waiter smiled without saying a word. He took out a black card from his back and handed it to Goodman.
Goodman found it familiar as if he had seen it somewhere before, but he couldn't remember where exactly.
"What's this?" Goodman asked in confusion.
The smile on the waiter's face vanished as a cold glint flashed across his eyes. All of a sudden, a pocket-sized pistol appeared in the waiter's other hand. In the next moment, the muzzle was pointed at Goodman's forehead!
Goodman stared blankly at the muzzle and finally remembered what the golden sun was. It was the symbol of the kidnappers!
"I have something to talk to you. Come in and take your time," the 'waiter' said with a sneer as he signaled the room with his eyes.
On the other side, after Lin Ruoxi hung up the phone, she sat in a daze for a while before letting out a sigh. Just when she was about to turn off the lights and rest, she heard the doorbell ringing.
Since they were staying in one of the few presidential suites in the hotel, no one would usually come to disturb them. After all, most of the guests had bodyguards standing outside the door.
Lin Ruoxi was puzzled. She didn't remember having any acquaintances in Paris. Goodman had been rejected, so he shouldn't have the guts to come over.
After putting on her slippers, Lin Ruoxi walked to the door and carefully peeked through the peephole. What she saw shocked her!
Unexpectedly, he also saw an eye!!
Flustered, Lin Ruoxi took a step back and clutched her chest. Only then did she realize that someone was pranking her by using an eye to block the peephole.
Stomping her feet angrily, Lin Ruoxi wanted to ignore the person outside and go back to sleep. However, she suddenly heard someone singing outside. "Little Ruoxi, be good. Open the door. Open the door. Your husband is back …"
This voice was obviously Yang Cheng's!
Lin Ruoxi turned around and opened the door. Sure enough, it was Yang Cheng standing at the door with a smirk on his face.
"What do you think? I've adapted this nursery rhyme. It sounds pretty good, right? I knew it. Choosing me as the director of the entertainment company, or …"
Before the smug Yang Cheng could finish his sentence, he couldn't continue because Lin Ruoxi had already thrown herself into his arms!
Her soft, soft body was only covered by a thin silk nightgown. Her hair was mixed with shampoo and Lin Ruoxi's gardenia fragrance. The fragrance filled all of Yang Cheng's senses, making him feel intoxicated.
More than once, Yang Chen had fantasized that his wife would be like his lovers one day. Instead of facing him coldly, she would happily jump into his arms the moment she saw him, allowing him to love her as much as he wanted.
However, when the moment truly arrived, Yang Chen realized that he couldn't even muster up the slightest bit of playful thoughts …
Because the woman in his arms was crying.
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