A-List Actress: Paper Marriage but Pampering Billionaire

Chapter 208: Miss Mu Yan, Please Give Me a Title

Mu Yan felt her heart skip a beat, and she stared blankly at the man in front of her.She had been waiting for these words for several days, and those days felt as long as centuries.

He seemed to have vanished from the world.

But suddenly, she woke up to find him by her side, as if she were dreaming.

She bit her lip and asked, "Is this a confession?"

"What do you think?" Jiang Jingheng raised an eyebrow.

Mu Yan pushed him away and turned her face, "Could you put on some clothes and get out of bed before talking about this?"

Jiang Jingheng fell back with a light laugh, "Mrs. Jiang’s orders, I dare not disobey."

Mu Yan’s face grew warm at his words.

Hearing him call her "Mrs. Jiang" felt completely different than before, causing her heart to flutter.

She vaguely heard the sound of clothes rustling behind her and didn’t dare to turn around.

She looked down at her pajamas, with no recollection of last night’s events.

She hadn’t been drugged this time, so it shouldn’t have happened.

She suddenly asked, "Did we really do it yesterday?"

"Do what?" Jiang Jingheng finished dressing and walked in front of her, his handsome face full of joy.

Mu Yan glared at him, "Tell me the truth!"

"Of course not!" Jiang Jingheng answered decisively, "Even if Miss Mu Yan wanted to, I would defend my chastity to the death without a proper title."

Mu Yan, "..."

He made it sound like she was eager for it.

Feeling a bit awkward, she asked, "Did you change my pajamas?"

Especially waking up in the morning to find them cuddling so intimately...

"Otherwise, would I let you sleep reeking of alcohol?" Jiang Jingheng raised an eyebrow, "Oh, and you also vomited everywhere yesterday."

Mu Yan, "..."

She wanted to disappear into a hole, feeling even more embarrassed, yet he hadn’t minded her at all.

It was all the fault of alcohol!

Jiang Jingheng saw her embarrassment and smiled slightly, "Since everything has been said clearly, now please give Miss Mu Yan a title."

At this moment, he didn’t use Mrs. Jiang but her name, indicating his seriousness.

Mu Yan was about to speak when Jiang Jingheng’s phone rang.

A shadow crossed Jiang Jingheng’s eyes as he went to the bedside to pick up the call.

On the phone, Song Cheng’an sounded hesitant, "Jing Heng, I know a night of love is precious, but Mu Yan has work today..."

"What time?" Jiang Jingheng interrupted directly.

"Got it."

Jiang Jingheng hung up and looked at Mu Yan, "You have to go to Wudu this morning?"

Mu Yan nodded, "Yes, there’s a promotional event in the afternoon, and the movie premieres in Beijing tonight."

"Let’s go to the airport together then, I have a flight abroad this afternoon," Jiang Jingheng said, "I won’t be in the country for the next few days, if you can’t reach me, contact Lian Jun."

Mu Yan’s expression changed slightly, "Have you been abroad all this time?"

"Yes."

"So when I called your phone the night before and yesterday and it was off, that was because..."

"I was probably on the plane."

Mu Yan realized she had misunderstood him.

She asked again, "Then why did you come back if you’re so busy?"

Jiang Jingheng gave her a meaningful look and smiled slightly, "I was afraid Mrs. Jiang would blacklist me too."

Mu Yan suddenly remembered blacklisting Lian Jun and felt a bit embarrassed.

She really didn’t know, okay.

The two of them got up, tidied themselves up, and ordered breakfast to the guest room.

Afterwards, Mu Yan and Song Cheng’an took Jiang Jingheng’s car to the airport.

In the car, Mu Yan sat quietly next to Jiang Jingheng, feeling a tinge of reluctance at the thought of their impending separation.

However, she didn’t know what to say.

They drove in silence, and when they reached the airport parking lot, Jiang Jingheng grabbed Mu Yan’s arm before she got out, saying, "Wait for me to come back."

Mu Yan looked into his light brown eyes, suddenly remembering his earlier text to her, "Wait for me."

She pressed her lips together and nodded, "Okay."

In the back seat, Song Cheng’an covered his face, almost suffocating from the pink bubbles of romance filling the car.

Could they not flaunt their love in front of him, a single guy?