Quick Transmigration: Hehe, the gluttonous girl is here!

A disabled son finally meets a woman who is willing to accept him.

Which mother could have the heart to stop her?

A suppressed sob came from the other end of the phone.

a long time.

Zhou's mother's hoarse voice came through the radio waves.

"Mom won't stop you."

Zhou Chiye slowly put down his phone.

The light from the screen gradually dimmed in his palm, eventually fading into darkness.

He leaned against the cold wall and let out a long breath.

That breath of hot air turned into a cloud of white mist in the late autumn night.

The moonlight shone down on his sharply defined profile without reservation.

Next to the red beauty mark at the corner of her eye, there was a very faint wet mark.

He really cried.

It wasn't the kind of pretense you put on for your parents; it was something you'd been holding back for far too long.

The nerves that had been suppressed for so long were finally completely released at this moment.

From the first time I saw her, a secret longing arose in my heart.

She resorted to all sorts of means to sabotage her and her brother's ability to share a room.

Then, to save face, they forged sterilization certificates.

He proceeded cautiously, scheming against everyone.

Now, he can finally openly and legitimately bring her into his territory.

Zhou Chiye turned around, pushed open the glass door to the balcony, and strode towards the living room.

Jiang Li was eating cake, her cheeks puffed out.

I was just about to ask him why he had been gone for so long.

The cake in my hand was taken away and placed on the coffee table.

next second.

She was lifted into the air.

Zhou Chiye's strong arms went straight through her knees and back, scooping her up from the sofa.

"ah!"

Jiang Li gasped in fright and quickly reached out to hug his neck.

His broad chest was hard and firm; even through the thin layer of clothing, one could clearly feel his strong and powerful heartbeat.

One stroke at a time, incredibly fast.

Zhou Chiye carried her and spun her around twice in the spacious living room.

"elder sister."

The boy's voice rang in my ears, terribly hoarse, yet filled with an uncontainable ecstasy.

Even the hands holding her were trembling slightly.

"My parents agreed!"

"Put me down."

Jiang Li patted his shoulder and laughed and scolded him.

"Are you like a spinning top?"

Zhou Chiye finally stopped.

But instead of putting her down, he held her and took a half step back, pinning her against the wall behind him.

The distance between the two closed to the point where there was no gap.

Male hormones came crashing down like a tidal wave.

The strong minty scent mixed with his unique heat made Jiang Li feel a little dizzy.

"elder sister."

His voice was muffled in the hollow of her shoulder, with a nasal tone.

"I can finally be with you openly and honestly."

Jiang Li clung to his shoulders, feeling the vibration in his chest, and her heart softened.

Zhou Chiye lowered his head, his high, straight nose brushing against the tip of her nose.

Their breaths mingled.

The scorching heat burned the corners of her lips.

Those deep, dark dog eyes were now staring undisguisedly at her full, slightly upturned red lips, burning with blatant desire.

There is no pressure from elders.

There are no ethical constraints.

She now belongs to him completely.

Jiang Li's heart was racing.

Looking at his alluring beauty mark under his eye, her voice softened involuntarily: "Xiao Ye."

"elder sister."

Zhou Chiye interrupted her, his deep voice gently scraping against her eardrums.

Shedding his usual coquettishness and pretense, he exudes the danger of a mature man.

"Two more years."

He leaned very close, his thin lips brushing lightly against her earlobe.

The dual sensory enhancement amplifies all touch to its extreme at this moment.

Jiang Li felt a softness around her waist, and her whole body went limp in his arms.

Zhou Chiye's large hand naturally supported her lower back.

My fingers gently caressed the edge of the thin fabric.

"Six hundred and ninety-seven days."

He buried his face in the crook of her neck and took a deep breath of her fragrance.

His hoarse voice carried a stubborn madness.

"I've been counting them day by day."

The day finally arrived when we could legally obtain our marriage certificate.

He wanted to lock her to his household registration book.

The calendar turned page after page.

The 697-day countdown has become a real hourglass.

Every grain of sand that fell was caught in Zhou Chiye's hand.

Two years have passed in the blink of an eye.

Zhou Chiye is a senior in college, and he has less than a day left before he turns twenty-two.

In recent years, the core software technology he possesses has undergone several iterations.

With Zhou Yanchuan's company enjoying rapid growth, his 25% stake had long since become an astronomical figure.

Logically speaking, he should now be considered a true tech upstart.

Invitations to various investment dinners and business banquets poured in like snowflakes.

But he never goes.

In the kitchen of a high-end apartment in City B, pork rib soup was simmering, filling the room with a comforting, homey atmosphere.

Jiang Li was wearing a fluffy white loungewear set and was slumped into the sofa in the living room.

The system, in the form of a chubby cow cat, was lying on her lap.

With its round, cat-like eyes fixed on the male lead's satisfying drama on TV, it didn't forget to grumble about the actors' acting skills in its mind.

The study door was half open.

Zhou Chiye sat in front of his computer, holding a video conference.

He was wearing a simple black crew neck sweatshirt.

His long, slender fingers held a black pen and tapped it casually on the table.

On the other end of the screen were several investors dressed in suits.

"Mr. Zhou, regarding the new round of structural valuation,"

We still hope you can attend the reception in person so we can discuss the details in person.

Zhou Chiye didn't even lift his eyelids.

"I'm not going."

His voice was cold and devoid of any inflection.

The investor was taken aback.

"I'm not free this weekend."

Zhou Chiye leaned back in his chair.

Investors need to persuade them again.

"My wife is very strict."

Zhou Chiye slowly and deliberately uttered these words.

The air grew quiet.

The CEOs on the other end of the video call looked at each other in bewilderment.

Rumors had long circulated in the industry that this young, brilliant tech shareholder had married young, but no one had ever seen his mysterious "wife."

Zhou Chiye immediately ended the video call.

He stood up, strode out of the study with his long legs, and headed straight for the living room.

His originally cold and unruly face instantly warmed up the moment his gaze fell on that small mass on the sofa.

He walked behind Jiang Li, his tall frame looming over her.

He rested his chin on the top of her head and wrapped his arms around her.

The black and white cat meowed once, then wisely jumped off the sofa and scurried off to the balcony to eat its cat food.

"elder sister."

Zhou Chiye's voice is sticky and mushy.

He buried his face in Jiang Li's neck and took a deep breath of her unique pear blossom milky fragrance.

"You hung up the meeting?"

Jiang Li was still holding a cherry in her hand.

"It's finished."

Zhou Chiye opened his mouth.

Jiang Li skillfully stuffed the cherry into his mouth.

The man's teeth brushed against her fingertips, and he lightly touched them with the tip of his tongue.

Jiang Li's fingertips felt numb.

"Ono."

Jiang Li patted the back of his hand.

"I just heard someone invite you to a cocktail party."

Zhou Chiye chewed on a cherry and mumbled a reply to her:

"No way, what's so interesting about a bunch of old men?"

Jiang Li was amused by him.

She turned her head and looked at that young yet extremely aggressive face.

Zhou Chiye, who is almost twenty-two years old, has fully developed his bone structure.

His jawline was sharp as a knife, his brow bones were high and prominent, and when the dog looked at her with his dark, bright eyes, his possessiveness, which was almost overflowing, was completely undisguised.

Only that beauty mark under the eye still exudes a touch of innocent deception.