Treasure Hunt: Tycoon's Priceless Runaway Wife

Chapter 352: The More Defeated, The Craftier Mr. Ji! (Four Updates)

Le Tong wasn’t that pretentious; if someone put money in her wallet, she wouldn’t refuse it.However, the person who received the money seemed to be in a much better mood than she, the one giving it.

In contrast, she felt increasingly gloomy.

Originally, she didn’t want to hurt his pride, so she gave him the money for the flowers.

Now it was ruined. This man seemed to have found a clever way; in the future, he might constantly exploit her in the form of giving money. Thinking of this possibility, Le Tong could only sigh at the scenery quickly passing by the car window.

"Yang Sheng said you have a lot of admirers, is that true?"

The usually silent man suddenly asked from behind her.

Le Tong was in a bad mood and didn’t even bother to turn her head, replying irritably.

"How would I know? Since he said it, go ask him!"

In her heart, she secretly cursed Yang Sheng for being a gossip, knowing well she wasn’t on good terms with Ji Rui. Why would he spout nonsense in front of Ji Rui?!

"He’s not involved; who knows if he’s just making things up..."

The man’s tone was very calm, making it impossible for Le Tong to discern his emotions, but inexplicably she felt even more troubled and gloomy.

"Not at all! At least a dozen people are pursuing me!" Le Tong retorted out of spite.

No sound came from behind.

Le Tong enjoyed the peace and looked at the street scene outside without making a sound.

Since she left work early today, there weren’t many cars on the road, and even with stopping at a couple of red lights, the car only drove for three or four minutes before turning into the alley where Le Tong lived.

The car stopped at the staircase, and the two got out one after the other. Ji Rui, who got out first, didn’t walk on as usual but stood at the staircase, waiting for Le Tong to come over before walking alongside her.

Ji Rui, who seemed quite the gentleman, walked silently without speaking, and Le Tong naturally wouldn’t initiate conversation either. However, the already narrow staircase seemed particularly claustrophobic with the two walking side by side, inevitably causing their arms to brush lightly against each other.

Although both were wearing long-sleeved shirts, perhaps because Ji Rui had confessed to her last night, Le Tong’s tactile nerves seemed unusually sensitive.

Every time his arm brushed against hers, she felt as if a slight electric current hit her arm, the tingling sensation gradually rippling outwards in circles, slowly spreading through her entire body.

After several such electric shocks, Le Tong subconsciously slowed her pace.

However, the man seemed determined to maintain his gentlemanly demeanor today; as she slowed, he slowed accordingly. When she quickened her pace, so did he. No matter whether Le Tong went fast or slow, he kept perfectly in stride with her pace and rhythm, until she finally had to abandon the idea of leaving him behind and reluctantly walked side by side with him to her front door.

Bowing her head to take out the key from her bag, she hadn’t yet inserted it into the keyhole when the door opened from inside, and Baobao’s adorable smiling face peeked out.

"Daddy, Mommy, you’re back..."

Seeing her son’s smiling face and hearing his sweet, crisp voice, the gloom in Le Tong’s heart instantly vanished, and she squatted down to plant kisses on Baobao’s rosy cheeks.

"Baobao, did you miss Mommy?"

"Of course! I missed you so much I didn’t even want to sleep!"

Baobao giggled, stepping aside, holding Le Tong with one hand and Ji Rui with the other, pulling them into the house.

Baobao took their bags and ran into the living room, leaving the two at the foyer to change shoes.

A few days ago, Ji Rui had already presumptively added a pair of slippers for himself. Now, supporting the wall and bending down to take off his leather shoes, he changed into a pair of matching slippers with Baobao, whereas Baobao’s slippers were the same style as Le Tong’s, just a different color!

A few days ago, Le Tong hadn’t thought there was anything unusual about her slippers, but now putting them on at the same time as Ji Rui made them particularly annoying.

"Mr. Ji, don’t you think those slipper styles are particularly feminine?"

Le Tong said this clearly looking for trouble; she just assumed a man like Ji Rui couldn’t stand being told he was feminine!

But Ji Rui looked indifferent, "Feminine? I don’t think so!" he said, confidently clicking into the living room.

Le Tong waved a fist at his back, gritted her teeth, and listlessly followed him into the living room.

"Daddy, Mommy, come look at the wontons Baobao made..."

Having hung the bags and coats, Baobao quickly ran to them and once again took their hands, leading them to the kitchen.

To be honest, given President Ji’s previous clumsy actions in the kitchen before Le Tong, she didn’t hold any expectations for Baobao’s cooking skills.

So when Le Tong saw wontons neatly arranged like little ingots on the counter, she was slightly surprised.

"Baobao, did you really make these wontons?"

It’s not that she didn’t believe in Baobao, but this little guy, being Ji Rui’s son, clearly inherited a lot of Ji Rui’s genes just from looking at his face. She didn’t expect her son would inherit good cooking skills from her.

Baobao puffed his cheeks, his little face wrinkled into a knot, clearly not happy.

"Mommy, of course, Baobao made them... Mommy doesn’t believe in Baobao..."

To say he was unhappy was more aptly described as dejected.

Le Tong quickly planted a couple of kisses on his pouting little mouth, "Of course, I believe you, it’s because you wrapped them so beautifully that Mommy’s a bit jealous!"

Baobao was actually easy to coax; upon hearing Le Tong’s words, his little face immediately brightened, breaking into a big smile.

"Really? Haha... Is Baobao really that amazing?"

Le Tong turned on the faucet, washed her hands clean, and picked up a wonton wrapper and put some filling in it. "Baobao doesn’t believe it? Here, let’s have a contest with Mommy, shall we?"

Baobao happily went to wash his hands and, with practiced motions, picked up a wonton wrapper.

Le Tong didn’t hold back at all, and when they compared the wontons they made side by side, surprisingly, Baobao’s looked even better than Le Tong’s.

"Tsk, baby, you’re a genius!"

Le Tong now believed it. This little guy not only inherited his dad’s good looks and high intelligence, but also a significant part of her talent in cooking!

Baobao giggled, tilting his head with shining eyes squeezed into slits, proudly raised his chin, "Of course, Baobao’s not like Daddy, who turns into a fool in the kitchen."

Originally leaning against the kitchen door with arms crossed, watching the mother and son both competing and playing with wontons, Ji Rui was not angry at all when his son called him a fool, and he laughed back.

"Yes! Baobao is the most impressive, not only as handsome as daddy but also as capable as mommy!"

Baobao giggled, laughed proudly for a while, and then added, "Baobao is also as smart as Daddy and Mommy!"