After contracting to have a child, the icy female CEO became addicted.

"Little girl, why have you suddenly stopped talking?"

A mature yet lively female voice rang out from the phone's speaker.

Wen Ling, whose eyes were already slightly narrowed, frowned with displeasure: "Ms. Zhou, I've told you many times, please don't address me like that."

"You silly child... calling me that makes it seem like we're so close!"

A loud exclamation came from the other end of the phone, followed by a change of tone, and a question tinged with gossip: "So, how did your blind date go today? I heard you two already got your marriage certificate? Looks like the kid Mom introduced you to is quite to your liking!"

"..."

Wen Ling's gaze fell on the phone screen, looking at the emoji Jiang Ran had sent, but she remained silent.

Not hearing a reply from her daughter, Zhou Manru's voice rang out again, "Let me tell you, I've been observing this child for a long time, and her character is definitely fine. My dear, you... *beep*"

Hearing Zhou Manru call her by that name again, Wen Ling didn't hesitate and hung up the phone decisively.

My gaze fell on the computer screen directly in front of me.

Seeing Jiang Ran, who had been sitting blankly on the sofa in the villa's living room, suddenly start pounding his head and stamping his feet in the surveillance footage, Wen Ling raised an eyebrow.

This boy has a rather lively personality.

It was pretty much as described in the information she had investigated; he was indeed an E-type person.

......

The lobby of Villa 7 in Junlan Mansion.

After being shocked for most of the day, Jiang Ran finally came to her senses, only to find that the message had long since passed the time limit for retraction...

After a frantic hair-pulling breakdown, he looked at the large words hanging above the emoji: "You should go to sleep early. Your mind is already twisted; you need to take care of your health!"

These words are in the most prominent position, and they are clearly visible even when shrunk...

Jiang Ran was on the verge of tears!

The woman was replying to a message one second, and the next second he sent her this thing. How could she not see it?!

Five minutes had passed, and Wen Ling's message still hadn't popped up, not even the "typing in progress" message at the top.

The more this happened, the more embarrassed Jiang Ran felt, her scalp tingling!

Damn!

Why does he keep so many suggestive emojis on his phone when he has nothing better to do?!

They just got their marriage certificate, and haven't even exchanged more than a few words yet. Now it's all over; the older woman will definitely think she's being sarcastic or sarcastic...

Realizing this, Jiang Ran knew she couldn't allow this misunderstanding to exist, so she quickly gripped her phone and tapped the screen rapidly.

Jiang: [Sister, please don't misunderstand, I just accidentally clicked it. I'm always chatting with my roommates, and it just happened out of habit...]

Jiang: [Really! I swear to God, I absolutely did not mean to speak ill of you in the slightest!]

"..."

The news once again went unanswered.

Jiang Ran simply sprawled out in a relaxed, reclining position, staring blankly at the white ceiling with a look of utter despair...

the other side.

Glancing at the message Jiang Ran sent, and the emoji of him raising his hand to swear, Wen Ling frowned slightly.

She skillfully steered the mouse to open the webpage, then quickly typed a line of text into the search box:

What does "Yin and Yang" mean?

Looking at the row of prompts that popped up below, Wen Ling moved the mouse pointer to the "Network Language" option.

It refers to speaking in a sarcastic or mocking manner, implying a derogatory or derogatory attitude.

Oh, he means he wasn't mocking her.

Wen Ling looked at her phone screen and tapped it a few times.

Wen L.: [Oh.]

Upon hearing the message notification, Jiang Ran immediately sprang to his feet. When he saw the reply, his heart finally settled down!

Thankfully, there were no misunderstandings...

He comforted himself, adhering to the principle of saying less to avoid making mistakes, and dared not reply to Wen Ling again.

After ordering takeout, he put his phone on the coffee table and decided to tidy up his room while the food arrived.

Jiang Ran fell into deep thought as he looked at the elevator lobby around the corner.

In his understanding, the upstairs is generally a very private place.

After all, this was the wedding room prepared by his older sister, and he was originally just an accessory to her, so choosing to stay upstairs was a bit inappropriate...

After much deliberation, Jiang Ran finally chose the bedroom on the first floor.

Even if Wen Ling moves in later, and he lives on the first floor, he won't infringe on her privacy too much.

He pushed open the bedroom door and shoved his luggage inside.

the other side.

Wen Ling stared quietly at the monitor screen and saw Jiang Ran circle around the elevator corner before finally choosing the bedroom on the first floor.

With the bedroom door closed, the living room returned to its former quietness.

As the main subject disappeared from the scene, Wen Ling stopped watching.

She stood up, grabbed the velvet robe draped over the sofa, and headed towards the bathroom...

The bedrooms on the first floor have the same minimalist decor as the living room.

Upon closer inspection, the two-meter-long bed in the very center is fully equipped with sheets and blankets, clearly having been prepared in advance.

To the left are a coffee table, bookshelf, and sofa. To the right, a potted plant sits on the windowsill. Behind the curtains, the floor-to-ceiling windows offer a panoramic view of the garden outside.

It's like staying in a high-end hotel.

Jiang Ran sighed inwardly.

He then opened his luggage and organized it into the large wardrobe on his right, and placed his laptop and several notebooks on the desk.

After tidying everything up, Jiang Ran finally felt a sense of human warmth as he looked at the simple and clean environment filled with his own belongings.

"bite--"

In the living room, the doorbell rang from outside the courtyard.

Knowing that the food delivery had arrived, Jiang Ran walked outside.

To his surprise, standing outside the gate was Zhang Tao, the young security guard who had just yelled at him and his father at the door.

"Hello, bro, your takeout is here..."

Zhang Tao chuckled awkwardly, scratched his head, and said with a fawning expression, "Our community has a rule that outsiders aren't allowed in, so I brought it to you."

"oh."

Jiang Ran responded and didn't make things difficult for him, taking the takeout from him.

Looking up at the lavishly decorated villa in the yard, Zhang Tao said with a fawning expression, "Brother, it's so late, haven't you eaten yet?"

After Liu Wan appeared and revealed his identity, Jiang Ran guessed that they would change their attitude.

As expected, he nodded slightly and said, "Mm."

"Um..."

Zhang Tao quickly pulled a slip of paper from his pocket and handed it over, smiling as he said, "This is my uncle's and my phone number. If you ever need anything moved or anything, just contact us. Don't hesitate to ask!"

Considering that he would most likely be living here in the future, Jiang Ran thought for a moment and then reached out to take it.

Seeing Jiang Ran's forgiving attitude, Zhang Tao felt grateful. "Then you go ahead with your work, I won't bother you any longer!"

As he spoke, he turned and climbed onto the patrol tram and left.

Jiang Ran stuffed the note into his pocket and turned to walk towards the villa.

Once inside the living room and seated on the sofa, he, already starving, eagerly opened the package.

In an instant, the aroma of fried noodles filled the room. He broke open his chopsticks and began to wolf down the noodles...

After dinner, Jiang Ran rubbed his slightly full stomach. Feeling sleepy, he got up and went to the bedroom. After grabbing a bath towel, he headed straight for the bathroom.

After washing up, he didn't linger and went straight back to his room to sleep.

The following morning, at 8:55 AM.

As the sound of a car horn came from outside the villa, Jiang Ran, who had been waiting in the living room since early morning, knew that Wen Ling had returned...