Treasure Hunt: Tycoon's Priceless Runaway Wife

Chapter 393: I Will Wait! (Second Update)

This looks like a little wife who’s been wronged, holding back her anger yet finishing her chores. Ji Rui, why does this scene feel somewhat familiar?As Le Tong helped wipe the table, she thought about it carefully and realized that this Ji Rui, who was clearly aggrieved and felt like cursing, yet diligently working, wasn’t much different from how she used to be.

Back then, didn’t she often get exasperated by President Ji, feeling so wronged that she wanted to kill him, yet submissively did her job well?

Thinking of this, the corners of Le Tong’s lips couldn’t help but curl up slightly.

Perhaps she found this Ji Rui, who was awkward like a wronged little wife, amusing, or perhaps she felt a sense of retribution seeing him like this.

In any case, Le Tong happily entered the kitchen with the cloth, ignoring the man who was washing dishes under the tap. She squeezed her hand in, washing the cloth under the water. Thıs text ıs hosted at N0v3l.Fiɾe.net

"Le Tong!"

This unreserved behavior earned her a low shout from Ji Rui.

"Hmm?" Le Tong turned her head innocently to look at the man glaring angrily.

"I was almost done with these dishes, look at what you’ve done!" Ji Rui growled through gritted teeth, pointing at the sink.

Le Tong glanced down, seeing that the dishes, which were nearly clean, were now covered in a thick layer of bubbles due to her recklessness.

She stuck out her tongue, then turned her head, amused by Ji Rui’s puffed, angry face, and burst out laughing!

Seeing the flash of coldness in his eyes, Le Tong wisely reined in her laughter, pursing her lips and coughing a bit.

"Cough cough, Mr. Ji, how about I wash them?"

Le Tong was self-aware enough; having wrecked his hard work and then laughed about it, surely this man wanted to tear her apart!

"No need!"

Ji Rui gave a cold snort, snatching the cloth from her hand, turning on the tap hard, washing the cloth cleanly, and tossing it onto the counter.

Seeing her still standing there, he cast a cold glance at her and huffed, "What, want to annoy me more?"

Le Tong couldn’t help but want to laugh again. Although she reckoned she was being quite unkind, this President Ji was simply too adorable!

Adorable enough that she couldn’t help but want to tease him more.

Watching him, with his long, elegant fingers, seriously rewash the soiled dishes she noticed that despite being the kind of hands that could easily generate a fortune for the Ji Family with a mere wave, they handled these domestic chores seamlessly.

Once upon a time, a man who needed even coffee served at his hand now was diligently washing dirty dishes in the kitchen.

Le Tong felt a warmth rising in her heart, and her urge to tease him shifted in sentiment.

"Mr. Ji..." Le Tong called out unconsciously.

"What is it?" The man, his face downturned, responded sullenly, his actions unaffected.

Actually, Le Tong didn’t know what she wanted. The call just escaped uncontrollably.

So, when Ji Rui asked her "What is it?" she was taken aback, not knowing how to answer.

Without an answer, Ji Rui tilted his face slightly and glanced at her sideways, "What, thinking of saying something to rile me up again?"

His taunting and dissatisfied tone left Le Tong feeling slightly awkward.

She couldn’t deny that minutes ago she had felt a sense of retribution.

But seeing Ji Rui restrain himself from anger and continue washing the dishes, that quick satisfaction turned into a warm feeling.

This man, clearly a presence high above, was willing to spend his valuable time on chores he always despised, all for her.

"I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you!" Le Tong awkwardly touched her nose and said sheepishly.

Ji Rui silently cast her a sidelong glance, then tossed the dishes aside with a clatter, propping himself up on the counter to look down at her.

"Those words earlier, weren’t meant to upset me?"

Le Tong, lacking courage, nodded a little, "Hmm, it’s just you Mr. Ji, overthinking it!"

Ji Rui remained silent, gazing at her meaningfully, "I’m overthinking? Then tell me, where should my thoughts be at just right?"

This time, it was Le Tong’s turn to stay silent because even her once resolute self seemed to become confused.

Where should he have his thoughts just right? And where should she retreat just right?

Without an answer for a long time, Ji Rui sighed inwardly, turned around, and began washing the dishes again. "You take your time thinking, I’ll wait."

Once, he thought he’d never have feelings for anyone in this lifetime. Now he realized, there was no feeling because he hadn’t met her yet. Since he finally met her, he’s willing to wait as long as it takes!

"Hmm..."

Le Tong felt quite restless but didn’t have the heart to leave. She pulled out a clean towel and started drying the washed dishes.

The two said no more, just working in harmony, one washing, one drying. When Ji Rui finished washing, Le Tong also dried the dishes.

"Go take a bath."

Ji Rui, on task for a while, already adeptly sorted and put the dishes into the disinfection cabinet as he spoke.

This time, Le Tong no longer refused, responding and turning to leave.

When she finished her bath and refreshed, stepping out into the living room, the man who had been wearing a shirt and slacks was now in comfortable homewear, sitting on the sofa holding Baobao, talking about who knows what.

"Mommy! Hug!"

Seeing Le Tong, Baobao immediately stood up and spread his arms to her.

Le Tong embraced the little one with both arms, "Baobao, hurry up and bathe, you smell like sweat."

Baobao gave her a kiss on the cheek, then let go, slipping to the ground like an eel.

"Daddy, Mommy, you guys start class, Baobao’s going to bathe."

It wasn’t until Baobao’s small figure disappeared into the bedroom that Le Tong withdrew her gaze.

"Finish reading this book first."

Ji Rui handed her a thick professional book. Le Tong took it silently, picked up a pen, and sunk further into the sofa.

"I’ve marked the key points for you. Take a look first, and ask me if anything is unclear," Mr. Ji, sitting beside her, diligently reminded.

"Hmm!" Le Tong curled up in the sofa, placing the book on her knees and began reading attentively.

Ji Rui took his laptop, typing away.

"Mr. Ji, I don’t quite understand this part."

After half an hour, Le Tong, kneeling on the sofa, held the book and humbly asked the busy President Ji for guidance.

Ji Rui leaned over slightly, scanned the place she pointed at, "Try linking this issue with the key points on page 105, and if you still don’t get it, I’ll explain it to you."