Chapter 96: End of the Text She will have to spend her whole life to answer...

There was a moment when her mind and soul seemed to be completely lost, and she couldn't even cry.

It felt like I had to pee, but I was holding it in to the extreme point. No matter how hard I tightened my penis, it was useless. I was forced to relax, become soft, and feel full.

"Aren't you used to your good physical condition? Just now the baby kept begging me to go faster and not stop."

He slowly and methodically described her state when she was aroused. Her extremely beautiful face emerged clearly in his mind, with a few strands of hair sticking to her fair face, her eyelashes trembling slightly, and charm overflowing from the corners of her eyes and eyebrows. Every cat-like cry made him want to ravage her even more cruelly.

“…”

Some people act serious even when they are saying dirty words or doing dirty things.

But he spoke dirty words in such an indifferent tone, and she instinctively liked it. Her ears and the center of her body felt numb, and her skin was dotted with white jade-like bumps.

She stared at him blankly, only to see a lock of hair hanging down from his forehead, his lazy eyes and brows filled with greed, his thin lips rosy, his skin cold and white, just like the handsome male demon in Painted Skin, who had absorbed all the essence of heaven and earth.

I stopped being angry with him for a moment.

Forget it, forget it, it was her fault for licking his looks, she deserved to be eaten alive by him.

"Are you really not feeling bad?" She looked at him, her dark eyes full of concern.

Jiang Zong also liked the feeling of being cared for and loved by her, so he stretched his shoulders and felt it.

"It's not uncomfortable anymore. It feels much better after doing it than before." He smiled lightly, stretched out his long arms to hold her slender waist, bit her ear, and gently sprayed his hot breath on her ear, saying in a hoarse voice:

"I think Yingying is my medicine."

"And it's a very sweet medicine."

I don't know if he did it on purpose, but it would have been fine if he just emphasized that "she is his medicine", but he also deliberately added "very sweet, very sweet". Qiao Ruoying couldn't stop the little movie in her mind, thinking about how every time he finished licking her, he would come up and kiss her, and kiss her with his fingers intertwined.

Qiao Ruoying couldn't help herself, her eyebrows curved like crescent moons, and she said softly: "You are really, so smooth-talking."

"It's obviously the truth." Jiang Zong also shrugged.

"Wipe the sweat off your face, be careful not to catch a cold." She rubbed her belly that was aching from trying not to laugh, and handed him a dry towel.

"Yingying, wipe it for me."

Like a scoundrel, he stretched out his arms and relaxed his shoulders, revealing his graceful bones in front of her, and he pulled off the covering bath towel.

The masculine features are too obvious, and the smell of hormones is steaming, it's simply hooliganism.

Qiao Ruoying blushed and complained quietly in her heart, but she covered him with the towel obediently, allowing the small circles of velvet on the surface of the towel to slide across his skin, absorbing the sweat bit by bit.

The surface of the towel was a little rough, which made her think of his lips and tongue. They were pressed against her flower source, making her soul feel numb. He also maliciously probed like a probe, pushing open the layers of wrinkles and soft red.

"You're in a daze, Yingying." Jiang Zong also curled his lips and tapped her delicate forehead with his fingertips.

"What are you thinking about?"

"I didn't think anything." She denied hastily.

But her red earlobes had already betrayed her. He gently lifted her chin and said in a hoarse voice, "Are you thinking about what we just did, huh?"

The tone was full of affirmation.

“…”

He guessed it again, does he have the ability to read minds?

Qiao Ruoying was so embarrassed that she couldn't bear it any more. Before she could give him a light punch, Jiang Zongye lifted her up by her arms and put her on the sheets.

"Since Yingying thinks so, let's come again."

She was fed, but not full. She always felt empty and wanted more. She was struggling with whether to restrain herself or continue to indulge herself. Jiang Zong had already turned her over and let her elbows rest on the sheets like a puppy.

In this way, he saw everything... She felt even more embarrassed when she realized that Jiang Zong was also behind her. She closed her lips like petals. But he slapped her with a crisp "slap". It didn't hurt, but the sound was so loud that she felt even more embarrassed.

"Open," he ordered in a deep, hoarse voice, completely in control.

The pristine white sheets, already rippled like fish scales from the previous extravagant outburst, had darkened in color. Qiao Ruoying watched these dark ripples as they gradually began to waver, becoming more and more wobbly, like the ripples of raindrops on a lake, spreading outward from the center.

What he brought to her also spread from the inside out.

The ripples blurred and her eyes were tearful.

She could not bear this pain because it was too convenient for Jiang Zong to exert his strength and to strike her hard and thoroughly. When he was in the mood, he did not care about so many things and just kept exploring the winding corridor.

She wanted to fall forward many times, but he pulled her back up. She endured it in a daze, and half of her body was numb. The numbness accumulated little by little, and then burst out, overflowing into every part of her limbs.

Jiang Zong also looked at the graceful lines of her back.

So thin, so beautiful, so white, with a shallow ridge in the center, and the two butterfly bones are like butterflies flapping their wings, and under their resonance, it seems as if it is really about to fly.

It was unknown how long it took before he finally forgave her.

The two of them were wrapped in a thin, snow-white blanket, exhausted. The rustle of the silk quilt blended with the man's heavy breathing. Her fingertips touched his shoulder. His skin was still a little hot, but it had cooled down considerably. She felt relieved, then remembered the time he had gently teased her, her pearl in the oyster. She murmured, "So much water, like a hot spring. Baby, you're such a beauty."

She didn't know whether he was praising her or laughing at her, but she felt satisfied and happy in her heart, and was extremely happy to be able to bring happiness to Jiang Zong.

Jiang Zong also came over, put his arm around her, and let her rest her head safely in his arms.

Looking down, I saw the person in my arms looked like he had been pulled out of the water, his hair was wet and his skin was pink.

When he thought that this little person was his, would be his for life, and there was no way she could escape; that he could kiss her, hold her, and fuck her as he pleased, that she was completely possessed by him, and that he also belonged to her, Jiang Zongye felt an indescribable sense of satisfaction in his heart.

"Baby, are you hungry? What do you want to eat? I'll ask someone to bring it to you." He lifted a beautiful strand of hair from her forehead and kissed her with infinite love.

"Eat something light."

Qiao Ruoying's voice was soft and weak, but she always remembered that Jiang Zongye was still running a fever and couldn't eat anything spicy or heavy.

Raising her eyelashes slightly, she looked at Jiang Zongye's face above.

The man was handsome and energetic, with sharp features and bright eyes. One couldn't help but wonder who was the sick person. He was so energetic even though he was sick and completely dominated the whole process. It was really too much.

Qiao Ruoying couldn't help but sigh again that the gap between people is really huge.

Originally, she thought she had to take good care of Jiang Zongye, but the light meal came up, including beef and radish soup, steamed egg custard, and rice. Jiang Zongye fed her spoonful by spoonful, and she only needed to open her mouth.

"Baby, open your mouth."

He exclaimed "Ah" and scooped a piece of beef to her lips.

"...I'm not a three-year-old."

After she finished speaking, she put the piece of beef into her mouth and chewed it carefully. She felt angry and amused at the same time. Why did being with Jiang Zongye become like playing house for children?

"In your husband's heart, you can be." Jiang Zongye rubbed her head and said softly, "Besides, I'm feeding you now, and you can feed me medicine later, okay?"

Look, this is what he really thinks. He just wants her to feed him the medicine again, mouth-to-mouth.

But she didn't want it to happen again, because if it happened again, it would be like heaven's thunder and earth's fire.

In the middle of the call, Ms. Qiao Li called and Qiao Ruoying was so startled that she answered the call in a panic.

"Hello, Mom." When Qiao Ruoying opened her mouth, her voice was so hoarse and charming, like bits of sand leaking through a thin gauze, making people's heart beat faster.

"Have you eaten? Are you taking care of Xiao Jiang? Have you given him his medicine? Are the Zheng Chaihu Yin granules having any effect? ​​Is he sweating?"

On the other side, Ms. Qiao Li threw a series of questions at her, her tone full of concern.

After spending these few days together, she has completely regarded Jiang Zongye as one of her own.

"He ate... He was sweating and is recovering pretty quickly now."

Qiao Ruoying said in a low voice.

I am sweating, but as for how I sweat, don't worry about it, mom.

Jiang Zong was also listening to the question and answer between the mother and daughter. He looked at Qiao Ruoying who was pouting, her little face was tense, and she cast a shy and angry look at him from time to time. He felt secretly happy and couldn't suppress the smile on his lips.

He just liked to see her being embarrassed, it was too vivid, too lively.

"That's good. Your sister and I will go back on the fourth day of the New Year," said Ms. Qiao Li.

Jiang Zongye's illness came and went quickly. After sweating a few times and taking antipyretics, his fever was basically gone at night.

Since Mom was due back the day after tomorrow, and there was no telling how long she'd last, she'd been feeling the pinch for the past two days, like children enjoying candy, letting loose with no inhibitions. She could do it sideways, face to face, in splits, on her hands and knees, her flexibility was incredible, earning him praise time and again.

Even Qiao Ruoying was shocked that she could burst into joy again and again, until she was exhausted, twitching and convulsing, with her fingers tightly clasped by Jiang Zongye.

So two days later, when Ms. Qiao Li and Qiao Ruoqi came back from her parents' home, they saw their daughter and son-in-law coming to the station to pick them up. The couple stood out among the crowd coming and going at the station, as if they had walked out of a movie poster.

Looking at her eldest daughter's rosy face and the lightness in her son-in-law's eyes and eyebrows, Ms. Qiao Li blinked her eyes and decisively pretended that she knew nothing.

He is indeed young and energetic.

"Mom, Jiang Zong has been lying in bed recuperating for the past two days."

Qiao Ruoying was very proactive. She took her mother's hand and kindly "lied about military intelligence."

"Okay, as long as you don't get sick."

Qiao Li coughed lightly and pretended not to notice anything.

Well, what else can she say? She thinks she should take home the Oscar for Best Actress this year!

As soon as Ms. Qiao Li came back, they acted very well. Jiang Zongye still went back to the Lotus Hotel to sleep at night, but went to Qiao's house for three meals a day during the day.

Although the Qiao family was not wealthy, they were full of warmth and warmth. Soon, Jiang Zong had his own new slippers, new bowls and chopsticks, and new cups in this home.

What Jiang Zongye looked forward to most was the early morning. He would sit at the oval table in the Qiao family's house, eating the fresh meat buns, eggs and soy milk specially prepared by Ms. Qiao Li, and listening to Qiao Ruoying and her mother talking ramblingly, from "Do kittens have instant noodle whiskers?" to "Will Aunt Lin's loud voice embarrass her husband?", all trivial topics. Every time at this time, he felt happy from the bottom of his heart.

As long as Qiao Ruoying is by his side, he will accompany her in whatever she does.

Maybe this is what it means, "Time wasted on you feels more like time."

And the little boy Jiang Zongye, who had been sitting at the long table since he was a child, holding a silver knife and fork, eating the exquisite food prepared by the housekeeper, and coaxing him by saying "The master and the mistress are out today and will be back in the evening", finally found a happy home in the world.

At the dinner table, Jiang Zong also talked about the house with Ms. Qiao Li.

Although Cen Guangsheng was frightened by Jiang Zong and was afraid of losing his job and dared not harass the Qiao mother and daughter again, the community where they had lived for more than ten years was too old and had no elevator, so Qiao Ruoying and Jiang Zong unanimously decided to buy two large flats facing each other in the newly developed Jiayu Mansion in Huaxian County.

One large flat is named after Qiao Li, and the other is named after Qiao Ruoying.

Initially, Ms. Qiao Li refused to accept the fact that her name was on the large apartment. She believed that compared to the Jiang family's immense wealth, the Qiao family's was a drop in the bucket. She could no longer contribute to her eldest daughter's dowry, and she couldn't bear the burden of such a large debt.

As a mother, I always have concerns in my heart.

It was Jiang Zongye's earnest words that moved her.

"Auntie, you are a single mother. When Yingying was little, thanks to you for taking good care of her, raising her, and educating and guiding her well, although she didn't have fatherly love, she never lacked love. She also grew up in a loving and warm family."

"So, even if it's just for Yingying when she was little, I will give you this house. Without you, I wouldn't have met such a wonderful Yingying. Thank you so much for marrying her to me."

Qiao Ruoying, who was standing by, listened to Jiang Zongye's sincere words, and her eyes became slightly red.

Both for her mother and for Jiang Zongye.

The two closest people in her life loved her so hard and deeply, taking turns to take over the baton of love.

"Mom, just agree, agree. If you don't agree, Xiao Jiang won't be able to marry me~"

"It's just a small amount of money to buy a house. Xiao Jiang can earn it back in an hour~"

Qiao Ruoying lay on her mother's shoulder, shaking her arm, acting coquettishly and blowing the air for her mother.

Ms. Qiao Li listened to Jiang Zongye's words, pondered for a long time, and finally nodded in agreement.

But she also put forward a condition:

Jiang Zongye couldn't pay for all the money to buy the house, she also had to contribute as much as she could.

Jiang Zong also respected her wishes and agreed.

By the time they had chosen a house and completed the transfer procedures, it was the seventh day of the first lunar month, and it was time for Jiang Zongye and Qiao Ruoying to return to Luocheng.

On the day before leaving for the high-speed rail station, Qiao Ruoying woke up to find that Ms. Qiao Li had already packed a box full of "New Year's goods" for her eldest daughter and son-in-law to take to Luocheng. Qiao Ruoying sat at the table, watching her mother carefully pack sausages and dried fish in plastic bags, and listened to her instructions.

"...When you get to the Jiang family, you won't have to worry too much about meeting Xiao Jiang's parents. All parents are the same. As long as you can make Xiao Jiang's parents feel that he is happy with you and that there is positive feedback, they will agree to the marriage."

As she was talking, Ms. Qiao Li felt a little sore in her nose. She looked up and saw her eldest daughter sitting obediently at the table. It seemed as if time had suddenly come full circle before her eyes.

When did her little Yingying, who was sitting at the table, wearing a floral dress and lace socks and had a chubby baby face, grow up?

She has grown into a graceful young lady.

She was finally convinced that her eldest daughter had found a good home, and she had finally put her mind at ease.

"Yingying, there's one more thing," she whispered, calling her daughter's nickname softly. Her finger scratched across her perky nose as she spoke earnestly, "I know my Yingying. She's the best. She's always put her mother and sister first, and her family first."

Qiao Ruoying raised her eyes, and looked at her mother with her clear black and white eyes, waiting for her next words.

She knew that what her mother wanted to say at this moment must be some valuable advice.

"Now that you've settled down with him, Xiao Jiang should be the first family member in your heart. You will form a small family together. If you want to be happy, you must learn to put each other first in your family."

"good."

When Qiao Ruoying agreed, her nose felt a little sore.

Her mother must have known that she was still unable to let go of this family, so she gave her such advice.

After boarding Jiang Zongye's private jet, the Gulfstream G650, the huge iron bird flew back and forth in the sky, its wings passing through clouds as white as cotton. The sky was so clear that it seemed to have been washed by water, emitting a bright steel blue.

Qiao Ruoying leaned back in the comfortable and spacious leather seat, quietly looking at the scenery outside the porthole and recalling her mother's instructions.

Jiang Zongye's powerful palm passed through her slender back and held her in his arms, his handsome chin resting on the top of her head.

A man's voice came from above his head, deep and hoarse like dark black velvet.

"What did mom say to you that you still remember?"

Qiao Ruoying smiled sweetly, reaching back and pinching his thin waist, but she said, "I won't tell you."

"tell me."

"I won't tell you."

"Tell me, Yingying."

"This is just a private conversation between us mother and daughter. I can't tell you now."

"Then when can you tell me?"

Qiao Ruoying thought for a moment and said poetically:

"It's not enough to just tell you with words. I have to spend my whole life answering."

She has to answer it with her life.

For the rest of my life, everything depends on him.

The person I love the most and the person I care about the most is him. He is my family; he is my husband; he is also the father of my children.

The scorching sunlight penetrated the cotton-like clouds and shone in from the porthole.

They kissed in the golden sunlight.

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The author has something to say: Brother Jiang: I can’t ask, but I guessed it [Three-colored cat head][Three-colored cat head]

This ending was inspired by Lin Huiyin's answer to Liang Sicheng's question. The main story is finished! I'll be taking a few days off, and the next chapter will be updated this Saturday or Sunday. Thank you very much to everyone who has been following the original version and accompanying me during the serialization. [pat head][pat head] There will be a small red envelope in the comment section tonight~

The extra chapter will feature updated copywriting—yes, when Brother Jiang learns Yingying didn't call him "brother" on her first night, he'll get all jealous and stir-fry. There will also be updates on weddings, honeymoons, childbirth, pregnancy, and raising babies. If there's enough space, there'll even be a "predatory" IF storyline. If you have any playlists you'd like to see, feel free to order in the comments. Ah Si is your most loyal chef [hahaha][hahaha]