After Transmigrating, I Started a Paid Romance with the CEO

Lv Jing looked at the quickly closed door, then glanced at her boss. “Shall I just disappear for a while?” […]

Xu Ya, already in pain from Lin Xingchen’s words earlier, was left speechless after hearing Pei Qingjian. He looked at

Pei Qingjian opened the fridge, checked what ingredients were available, and sent Lin Xingchen a message: “Shredded pork in Beijing

Time paused in that instant. Lin Xingchen lowered his head to kiss him again, holding him still, quietly. The night

Of course Lin Xingchen wanted to indulge! He had been the sponsor for so long, yet had never truly exercised

Dinner was porridge. Pei Qingjian had carefully looked up some stomach-friendly recipes online, paired with light side dishes, and ate

Lan Xingchen led Pei Qingjian out of the hotel to the parked car. He helped Pei Qingjian open the door

Xu Ya had never expected Lin Xingchen to say something like that. He almost lost control and demanded on the

Lin Xingchen suddenly burst into laughter. Lowering his eyes to look at Pei Qingjian, he only felt that the more

Chen Cheng huffed, “He’s just lucky Jiajia has a good temper and didn’t want to make a fuss.” Pei Qingjian

“Hello,” Pei Qingjian smiled faintly, as if nothing had happened, looking at the men before him. Xu Jianian smiled slightly

Seeing Lin Xingchen agree, Pei Qingjian relaxed. “Then if you have late work at night, I’ll bring you dinner too,”

After chatting with Chen Xuanting, Pei Qingjian replied to a few more people and finally posted a notice: “Temporarily not

Pei Qingjian felt a sudden warmth in his ears. He instinctively rubbed them and shook his head. Of course, back

Silence filled the booth, with Geng Wangqi frozen on the sofa, and everyone else watching the spectacle. Silent, silent—the silence

The “fox spirit” told him not to cook dinner today—they’d eat out, and they’d get Geng Wang to return the

In the end, Pei Qingjian didn’t let Lan Xingchen fry the boxes himself. The reason was simple—hot oil is dangerous,

“What did he say?” “He said we’re friends.” Pei Qingjian nodded. “Then we’re friends.” “Then we are?” Zhou Pengyue enunciated

The next morning, Pei Qingjian woke first. He carefully slipped out of Lan Xingchen’s embrace, tiptoeing off the bed, washed

The next moment, Lan Xingchen scooped him up and placed him gently on the bed. Pei Qingjian: ??? What’s going