Fated to My Billionaire Husband - Chapter 263

Chapter 263: Chapter 263: Ruan Tianling was the one who tampered with it in secret_1
After all, they hadn’t been divorced for long, so it was inevitable that Jian Yufei’s scent would still linger in the room.

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He sniffed a little, realizing that the scent was coming from the pillow beside him.

He was very familiar with the faint, serene scent of shampoo and body lotion, it was as soothing as ever.

Ruan Tianling didn’t know what got into him, but he turned over, yanked the pillow that Jian Yufei had used, buried his face deep into it, inhaled deeply, then the scent became even more intense.

He thought about how he deeply kissed her tonight, all he could smell was this scent lingering around his nose tip.

Ruan Tianling stiffened suddenly, he felt his body start to react!

Damn, he could even… that’s absurd!

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He sat up abruptly, frowning as he tossed the pillow aside, let it hit the floor, and then turned off the light to sleep quickly.

But he couldn’t sleep as he tossed and turned in bed. After struggling for a while, he got up irritably to pick up the pillow, clutched it tightly and finally managed to fall asleep.

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In less than two days’ time, the prospective investor who originally intended to fund Xiao Lang’s new branch suddenly backed out and decided to invest in someone else’s restaurant instead.

Xiao Lang had spent quite some time preparing to open a new branch, and naturally, he wouldn’t accept the sudden pullout lightly.

Jian Yufei accompanied him to argue with the client.

Sitting in the elegant restaurant, the client said with an impeccable smile, “Whomever offers more profitability, I naturally choose. That’s simply business, isn’t it, Mr. Xiao?”

Xiao Lang took a sip from his wine glass, his thin lips always carrying a faint smile, “Mr. Zhang, you’re absolutely right.”

“I have another appointment, so I won’t stay long. Excuse me.” Mr. Zhang, who had only arrived less than ten minutes ago, was eager to leave.

At this moment, the glass door of the restaurant was pushed open, and Ruan Tianling’s assistant, Wei Ping, respectfully held the door open for the man following behind.

Ruan Tianling slowly stepped into the restaurant. As always, he was wearing a high-quality black coat, his legs firm under his straight trousers, and his leather boots made no noise on the shining floor.

“Oh, Mr. Ruan, nice to see you! I didn’t expect to meet you here!” Mr. Zhang, who had just walked a few steps, quickly approached Ruan Tianling, his face beaming with a smile, and extended his hand enthusiastically.

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Ruan Tianling extended his gloved hand and shook hands with him.

“How is Mr. Zhang doing recently?” he asked casually, with a faint smile on his face.

“I’m about to invest in a client recommended by Mr. Ruan. Thank you so much for your introduction this time, when the restaurant makes money, I must treat you to a meal…”

Jian Yufei’s eyes flickered slightly. So, it was Ruan Tianling who had been meddling behind the scenes.

She clenched her teacup and turned to see Xiao Lang’s reaction. The man lowered his gaze slightly, and there was no expression on his face as he listened to their conversation.

“Xiao Lang…” Jian Yufei tried to speak, she wanted to apologize to him.

She understood. Everything Ruan Tianling had done to Xiao Lang was because of her. His threat that night was still fresh in her mind, but she didn’t expect him to move so quickly and inflict such a blow on them.

Xiao Lang turned to her with a gentle smile, his tone devoid of any emotional fluctuations, “I’m going to the restroom.”

She turned to look at his retreating figure, and when she turned back, the chair opposite her was pulled out, and Ruan Tianling was already sitting in front of her.

“This table is taken. Please find another one.” She spoke coolly, her gaze falling only on his collar, not meeting his eyes.

Ruan Tianling leaned lazily against the back of his chair, his gloved fingers tapping lightly on the table.

“You can still leave him now if you want, or do you need to wait until things are beyond repair before you’ll turn back?”

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