"Did you have someone leak the news?" Jiang Ruan raised an eyebrow, looking at the man pretending to nap in front of her, unable to suppress her delight. "Many people are wishing me a happy wedding."
The WeChat group exploded.
Jiang Ruan scrolled through the app, all red notifications.
Anyone who knows her had sent her a message.
Only a few people knew since they registered their marriage.
Other than him, Jiang Ruan couldn't think of anyone else with such influence.
Bao Ye didn't even lift an eyelid, lounging lazily as if boneless, tightening his arm around her waist slightly.
His chin rested on her alabaster-like shoulder, speaking slowly.
"Mm, now the whole country knows Jiang Ruan is my wife."
"Let's see who else dares to covet you."
His tone was very casual, but his words were filled with thunderous force.
So domineering it was indescribable.
Yet Jiang Ruan just loved his possessiveness to death.
