I’ll Take You to Get a Wedding Ring Tattooed

Ye Luoluo slowly came back to her senses, opening eyes misted with a watery haze.

Weakly, she pushed against his chest. “Your phone.”

“Focus.”

Mu Yunting buried his face in her neck, his hot lips biting down on her small earlobe like a punishment.

Ye Luoluo gasped without warning. His back stiffened instantly, and just as he was about to go further, the phone rang again—

determined to shatter the tension between them.

By the third ring, whatever mood they’d had was completely gone.

Her cheeks burning, Ye Luoluo scrambled off his lap, hurriedly fixing her wrinkled dress.

Mu Yunting’s brows were clouded with irritation.

He grabbed a tissue, wiped his hands, and answered the call.

The moment it connected, a panicked female voice came through.

Ye Luoluo knew exactly who it was.

She quietly rolled down the window. When the night wind rushed in, she could no longer hear what was being said.

Her heart, which had been racing just moments ago, slowly calmed down.

She didn’t know how long passed before Mu Yunting ended the call and reached over to close the window.

“It’s cold at night.”

Ye Luoluo pressed her lips together and curled up in the corner.

Mu Yunting explained on his own. “It was Shen Manqing. She came to Jiangcheng with me on a business trip. Something happened at Night Feast.”

He stared at her closely, like he was trying to read something from her face.

Ye Luoluo rubbed the fabric in her palm, calm and reasonable.

“Then you should go. We’re just in a contract marriage anyway. What you have with her isn’t my business, and you don’t need to explain it to me.”

Mu Yunting let out a soft laugh. “Looks like I married a very sensible, generous wife.”

He looked away, a flicker of disappointment flashing through his dark eyes.

Thinking of the photo she’d hidden on her phone—with another man—his expression turned colder.

He lowered the divider and said flatly to the driver, Assistant Yan, “Back to Night Feast.”

The atmosphere cooled for no clear reason.

Ye Luoluo didn’t catch the sarcasm in his tone and tapped the driver’s seat.

“Assistant Yan, pull over. I can get back myself.”

She had zero interest in being a third wheel.

Mu Yunting’s voice was icy. “Letting you go back alone would be hard to explain.”

“Oh.”

The car soon stopped again in front of Night Feast. Mu Yunting opened the door and got out without hesitation.

The door slammed shut, startling Ye Luoluo.

She pouted. What was his problem now…

When Mu Yunting came back with people, Ye Luoluo was nowhere to be seen.

“Where’s Madam?”

The dark tone made Assistant Yan swallow nervously.

“A guy tried to flirt with her… and Madam got into his car…”

He hadn’t expected Madam to be so carefree. In the end, it was probably because she didn’t care at all.

At that moment, Ye Luoluo was laughing heartlessly in a friend’s car when her phone suddenly lit up with a message from Mu Yunting.

【Where are you? I promised Grandpa I’d take you home.】

She blinked. She’d thought he probably wouldn’t be going back tonight.

Since he was at least keeping his word, she replied: 【I’ll wait for you at Bai Residence.】

At the entrance of Bai Residence, Ye Luoluo waited about ten minutes before Mu Yunting arrived.

After getting out of the car, he walked ahead with a cold face, radiating pure “don’t mess with me” energy.

Right before entering the villa, Ye Luoluo jogged to catch up.

“Once we’re inside, cooperate with me. You absolutely can’t let Grandpa know I went to a bar.”

Mu Yunting said nothing. Just as Ye Luoluo was about to poke him, Bai Zheng’s voice rang out.

“I already know.”

So Ye Luoluo got punished again.

Standing at attention in the living room with a bowl of water balanced on her head.

She muttered unhappily, “Grandpa, I’m an adult. Don’t I get to save some face?”

“You’re married and still sneaking off to bars?”

She immediately shot Mu Yunting a pleading look, begging him to speak up for her.

“You think I can’t see that?”

She pouted. Only then did Mu Yunting step in.

“Grandpa, I’ve been too busy lately and neglected Luoluo. Reporters like to make things up. I hope it didn’t upset you.”

“I’m not upset. I’m just worried about you two as a couple.”

Seeing Grandpa’s expression soften, Ye Luoluo handed the bowl to a servant and ran over to hug Bai Zheng’s arm, acting spoiled.

“Grandpa, if you take his side, I’ll be really hurt.”

Bai Zheng snorted and tapped her forehead.

Then his sharp eyes noticed her bare finger, and his temper flared again.

“Where’s your wedding ring?!”

Ye Luoluo: “……”

She suddenly realized she hadn’t seen that ring in ages.

She instinctively glanced at Mu Yunting’s hand—his silver wedding band sat neatly on his ring finger, catching the light.

…Yeah. Her mistake.

Mu Yunting looked at her leisurely.

Ye Luoluo made something up with a straight face. “I was filming and didn’t want to damage it, so I left it with my manager.”

The next second, Mu Yunting pulled the ring out of his pocket.

Ye Luoluo: “……”

Was he professionally trained to embarrass her?

Under Grandpa’s sharp gaze, she sweetly held out her hand, wiggling her fingers for him to put it on.

She smiled through clenched teeth. “My manager gave it to you, right?”

As Mu Yunting slid the ring on, he replied casually, “Found it on the bathroom sink the day after the wedding.”

“……” He did this on purpose.

She got lectured by Grandpa again.

After being sent back to their room, Ye Luoluo followed Mu Yunting, hands on her hips, furious.

“You did that on purpose!”

Mu Yunting suddenly stopped. She crashed straight into him, clutching her nose in pain. When she looked up, he was already leaning down.

Step by step, he closed in, casting a heavy shadow over her.

Her back hit the door, eyes lifted warily.

“Y-you… what are you doing?”

Mu Yunting braced his hands on either side of her head.

His dark eyes were like a massive whirlpool—she felt like her soul was about to get sucked in.

She didn’t dare move. Even breathing felt difficult.

He took her pale little hand and stared at the wedding ring, enunciating each word.

“A small warning. Take it off again, and I’ll take you to get a wedding ring tattooed.”

As he turned away, a strange scent of women’s perfume drifted into her nose.

Ye Luoluo snapped.

She raised her hand to take off the ring—but it was like he had eyes on the back of his head. He immediately turned around and shot her a cold look.

She froze mid-motion, a chill crawling up her spine.

Truth was, Mu Yunting scared her a little.

He was the type who meant what he said.

And she hated pain.

Knowing when to back down, she snorted and ran into the bathroom first, slamming the door shut to vent her frustration.

She regretted not learning proper self-defense from Xiao Budian back then—her half-baked skills were barely enough to tickle Mu Yunting.

When she finished washing up and came out, he was gone.

She flopped onto the pink bed, hugging her LinaBell plushie, texting her best friend Yaoyao to complain about how restricted married life was.

【This is so unfair. Men are such hypocrites. They can flirt around, but my baby can’t even have fun freely anymore.】

Feeling like she’d found an ally, Ye Luoluo typed away furiously.

【Wuwuwu, you really get me, Yaoyao.】

Then Yaoyao suddenly switched gears.

【So… did you and President Mu do it? Is he any good?】

Yaoyao had been dying to know this forever.

Mu Yunting had been taken back to the Mu family at fifteen. Since taking over Mu Group, he’d been ruthless, decisive, straddling both sides of the law—a cold-faced king no one in the capital dared provoke.

Naturally, he also topped every “girls want to sleep with him” list.

Ye Luoluo hesitated, certain shameless images flashing through her mind.

Especially the feeling of his chest under her palms, strong and steady… and those big hands on her waist…

Her face burned. She shook her head hard.

To be fair, Mu Yunting’s face was flawless, his body exactly her type—lean in clothes, powerful without.

But his personality? Annoying as hell.

So she decided to ruin his reputation.

【All talk, zero action type.】

【No way!】

Ye Luoluo’s pale legs swung lazily as she doubled down.

【Yep. Weak but loves to play.】

“Got guts, trashing my reputation like that?”

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