Chapter 5 Return His Wife to Him

Annie placed the pale pink box on the table and opened it, revealing a delicate invitation in the form of a candy box. Zhang Guoguo stared at it for a long time, which did not escape Luo Minglang’s notice.

“When is it?” he asked.

Tomorrow, Zhang Guoguo answered in her heart.

Annie said aloud, “This Saturday, which is tomorrow.”

Luo Minglang’s expression darkened with a hint of anger. To be invited at the very last minute was a clear sign that they didn’t want him to attend. He and Gu Yiqiao had always been rivals and rarely crossed paths.

Annie was too nervous to make a sound, keeping her head lowered as if afraid of becoming collateral damage. “President, if you have no other instructions, I’ll take my leave.”

When Luo Minglang said nothing, Annie hurriedly left. Zhang Guoguo picked up the invitation and opened it. As expected, it bore the words announcing the joyous union of Gu Yiqiao and An Ruier.

“Husband, may I go with you?” she asked.

It was the first time Zhang Guoguo had called him “husband,” and Luo Minglang’s heart soared in delight.

All this time, it had always been Luo Minglang who loved Zhang Guoguo deeply, while she remained distant and cold, never uttering a word of love. He knew she could never let go of someone from her past, so when she accepted his proposal, it had come as a complete surprise, making him cherish her even more. He believed that his silent devotion would eventually awaken her love for him.

In Luo Minglang’s eyes, Zhang Guoguo was always absorbed in her own world, untouched by anything outside it. Their secret marriage had been her condition, insisting it must never be made public. For her to suggest attending an event together was unprecedented. He had neither reason nor the heart to refuse.

Later that evening, after her bath, she lay in bed beneath the covers, ready for sleep.

On the other side, a pair of arms encircled her waist, pulling her into his embrace. He caught the scent of alcohol on her.

“Wife, have you been drinking?”

“Yes.”

“What made you want to drink all of a sudden?”

“I was happy.”

“What happened today that made you so happy? Tell me, maybe I’ll be happy too.”

“I’m tired. I want to sleep.”

He had been excited by this rare exchange, but her reply was like a bucket of cold water. “Alright then, sleep well.”

The soft sigh that followed made Zhang Guoguo’s heart ache. She drew closer to him, letting herself offer a bit of tenderness. She felt his arms tighten around her, expecting what might come next—but he did nothing more. Like a child, he simply lay with his head on her shoulder, silent, so quiet that their breathing was all they could hear.

Luo Minglang gazed at the back of her head and pressed a gentle kiss there, feeling content. In truth, he longed for her, but after his sudden loss of control a few days ago, he dared not make another move, fearing he might trigger some hidden pain in her heart. Yet only he knew how torturous it was to hold her like this, night after night, unable to have her.

Zhang Guoguo was well aware of all this. Every time he held her, she could feel the burning intensity of his desire. It was only natural for a married couple, but her soul seemed to have nowhere to rest, leaving her hesitant and withdrawn.

But tonight, before bed, she had drunk quite a lot—seeking an excuse to return what rightfully belonged to him: his wife.

With her blood warmed by the alcohol, she finally turned, hooked her arms around his neck, and pressed her lips to his in a kiss.

This kiss, this first time she had ever taken the initiative, felt to Luo Minglang like a gift from the gods—almost too wonderful to believe.

Overcome with joy, he could only respond with a deeper kiss.

Their fervent and passionate kisses set their bodies aflame, love’s fire consuming their souls.

With nothing left between them but honesty and silent devotion, they began a night of joy and oneness.

Luo Minglang savored this intimacy more than ever before. This time, it was wild and unrestrained; in the past, she had always rushed through, never letting him touch her, stiff and detached as if fulfilling a duty. But tonight, everything he had ever dreamed of came true—he felt like a child running after a dream across a field, only to find himself in paradise.