Chapter 340: Miss Jiang Likes You More Than Imagined

Jiang Lai wasn't completely unable to recognize quality, especially when it came to things like watches, ties, and belts—she had once carefully picked them out for Shen Xun.

A luxury watch worth a million, Ke Zhongyu casually gave away just like that; perhaps for someone sitting on billions in family fortune like Ke Zhongyu, it was nothing more than a grain of fine sand slipping through his fingers, but to Jiang Lai it was very precious.

And it appeared purely in the form of a gift.

A gift.

Few people had ever given her gifts in the past; Shen Xun had once given her some too.

Jiang Lai looked at the watch in the box, happy in her heart, but she didn't want to be that person again—someone who could be coaxed away with a single piece of candy.

She closed the box and looked at Ke Zhongyu, saying, "It's too precious. I won't wear it."

"I know." Everything was within Ke Zhongyu's expectations. "My giving it is my business; whether you use it is yours. But you must accept it."

This was the last shred of authority he held when facing Jiang Lai.

Jiang Lai's heart trembled slightly; she realized that Ke Zhongyu was simply a perfect fit with her—where she curled up because of wounds, Ke Zhongyu would step forward; where she built walls because of wounds, Ke Zhongyu would step back.

A perfect fit, never forcing her to deliberately change.

So good it was almost a scam.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Ke Zhongyu noticed a wisp of amusement misting over Jiang Lai's cool eyes, as if she'd thought of something funny—and related to him, otherwise she wouldn't be looking at him this way.

Getting no response from Jiang Lai, he gave another "Hmm?"

The slightly drawn-out tail end of the sound was like a little hook, always able to catch the heart of Jiang Lai, a twenty-eight-year-old mature woman.

"Let's go up for dinner." Jiang Lai took the initiative to hold Ke Zhongyu's hand and walked ahead, not looking back at him, but she soon heard the man's pleased light laugh, and his large palm gripped her tightly.

Just holding hands.

She had noticed: as long as she took the initiative, Ke Zhongyu would be happy, and this heartfelt joy also gently infected him.

As the door opened, Mo Yi peeked out from the dining room, smiling amiably: "Miss Jiang, Young Master, dinner is ready."

Mo Yi was still holding a fresh set of bowl and chopsticks in her hands.

Jiang Lai remembered that Ke Zhongyu had been sitting in the car downstairs the whole time; Mo Yi must have seen him when she came over.

"Mo Yi, you saw him when you came over."

Mo Yi smiled and said, "I saw him."

Jiang Lai pressed her lips together and looked at Ke Zhongyu: "You told Mo Yi not to tell me."

Ke Zhongyu: "This is between the two of us."

Jiang Lai: "I never saw it being between the two of us before."

After saying that, she headed to the dining room, leaving Ke Zhongyu only her back, looking as if she were a bit angry.

Ke Zhongyu froze for a moment.

Mo Yi said softly, "Miss Jiang probably means that in the past we were always meddling on the sidelines, yet tonight you say it's between the two of you."

Ke Zhongyu of course knew what Jiang Lai meant; he just didn't understand: "How did she get angry…"

Mo Yi: "This isn't anger—it's heartache."

Ke Zhongyu looked at Mo Yi in surprise.

Mo Yi: "If you hadn't instructed me not to tell, Young Master, I would have told Miss Jiang the moment I came up. How could Miss Jiang bear to let you sit alone in the car for so long?"

"Actually, Miss Jiang likes you more than we imagined, Young Master," Mo Yi couldn't help but remark with a sigh.

Ke Zhongyu's heart was instantly slathered with a thick layer of honey; he strode on his long legs with swift, vigorous steps to Jiang Lai's side, arriving just in time to pull out her chair for her.

Jiang Lai turned her head to glance at him; Ke Zhongyu signaled with his eyes for her to sit.

She sat down slowly and noticed that Ke Zhongyu's hand was still resting on the back of the chair, his body bent, head tilted, eyes lowered as he gazed at her.

The burning look in his eyes was impossible to ignore.

Unable to bear it, she turned her head to ask what was wrong, and the instant her lips parted, the man dipped his head and caught them.

"Mmph!" Jiang Lai's eyes flew open in panic—Mo Yi was still here! This was the dining room!

Ke Zhongyu gently bit her lower lip and said softly, "From now on, they'll all listen to you. You have the final say on everything."

His voice paused briefly, then he added: "Don't be mad."

Too unfair.

This man Ke Zhongyu was simply a completely different person from his usual self. In front of others, when had he ever spoken gently and pleasantly? Either he said nothing, or his words could choke a person to death—yet with her, everything changed.

After all, who wouldn't want to be treated specially by the person they liked?

Whether it was liking or love, the essence was always a tilt on the scale—the question was which side carried more weight.

Her ears flushed red, Jiang Lai calmly reached out and gently pushed his cheek aside, her lowered lashes trembling, tossing out four words: "Sit down and eat."

The hand that had just pushed Ke Zhongyu's cheek was soft as cotton candy, seemingly carrying a hint of sweetness.

Ke Zhongyu simply couldn't handle any physical contact from Jiang Lai, no matter how slight—even a meeting of eyes was enough to send him as if injected with adrenaline, his entire bloodstream boiling.

He downed a whole glass of plain water before calming down a little.

Suddenly, something clicked.

"A Lai, did you say that same line to Da De and Xiao Mu before?"

Jiang Lai froze for a moment after hearing this—it really was true.

Jiang Lai: "…"

"That's not what I meant."

"It's fine." Ke Zhongyu wore a look of righteous magnanimity.

Jiang Lai couldn't help but laugh.

The shallow cold war between them today—seemingly uneventful but actually tinged with a small rift—dissipated into thin air in that instant.

After dinner, Ke Zhongyu received a call from Ms. Nian: "Your Uncle Gu has come to A City again. Something's not right about this. He's determined to let Gu Zhiyan go out and hit some walls—there's no way he came because of his son."

"Mom, I've been investigating whether A Lai has any connection to the Gu family. There's no conclusion yet, but A Lai already knows," Ke Zhongyu said. "I'll go back and talk it over with you all."

"Good, how is Jiang Lai?" Ms. Nian's voice showed concern, "She is not only thoughtful, but also smart, yet she is not good at expressing herself, easily gets suffocated; if you can't handle it, send your sister over, Chongying is more capable than you, can anger people more and can coax people better."

Ke Zhongyu was at a loss for a moment.

He looked at Jiang Lai, who had just sat down on the sofa: "She's fine."

"'Mom.'"

"'What's wrong?' Ms. Nian, having heard her son call her 'Mom' twice in one evening, knew he had something to ask of her: 'What do you want Mom to do?'"

Ke Zhongyu expressed his determination: 'I will only marry Jiang Lai, no matter whose family she is from, I will only marry Jiang Lai.'

Ms. Nian smiled: 'I know.'

Jiang Lai, sitting on the sofa, did not know that on an ordinary night, Ke Zhongyu stood on the balcony and told his parents over the phone his decision to marry her.

Ke Zhongyu wants to marry Jiang Lai.

Jiang Lai without any other surname, just Jiang Lai.

Ms. Nian: 'But son, aren't you thinking too early? Your relationship hasn't reached this point yet, has it?'

Ke Zhongyu didn't mind his mother's cold water, he raised his lips and retorted: 'Too early? Earlier, when I took her to practice driving, I planned to give her the license plate hanging on the Rolls-Royce.'

License plates cannot be transferred by gifting or buying and selling vehicles; only legally married couples can.

Cars come in all kinds, but the A99999 license plate has long been discontinued, truly the Nine-Five Supreme.

Isn't this more valuable than ten billion? One must truly care for the person one likes; Ms. Nian reflected a little on whether she had been insufficiently attentive to her future daughter-in-law.