Chapter 47 Qingyun (Revised) Wait...you didn't mean to...

The wind in the canyon was exceptionally strong today, howling and blowing through the parachutes, causing the parachute lines to tremble slightly from the gusts of air.

The once clear sky turned grayish-blue, with dark clouds obscuring the sun, making it seem as if a piece of dark silk cloth covered the canyon.

"Why did the sky suddenly turn cloudy!" Cheng Ying shouted in the wind, but her voice was instantly drowned out by the howling wind.

Jiang Mingxue shook her head; she didn't know either.

He raised his hand and gestured to the two of them, indicating that they should land at the usual spot.

The three people, suspended by parachutes, slowly descended one by one. Their feet touched the flat loess ground, and as they rolled over the fine sandy soil, they made a slight friction sound.

The umbrella canopy was still swaying overhead, slowly deflated as the wind pushed it down, like a giant, punctured lantern.

Jiang Mingxue controlled the landing well and was the last one to land.

Prepare for one hour, then skydive for ten minutes.

Even though they are all experienced, they can only stay in the air for a dozen minutes or so.

"The weather today is so weird, I didn't get to have enough fun."

The three of them walked together toward the entrance of Huzhou Gorge. Cheng Ying looked up at the sky, furious.

The dark, heavy clouds and the erratic wind made it difficult for her to control herself, and she couldn't appreciate the beautiful scenery.

The weather in the northern part of the city is stable, with little change in weather. They always check the weather forecast before going out.

Jiang Mingxue took off her goggles and reassured her, "Weather forecasts aren't 100% accurate either. Let's come back on a nicer day next time."

Cheng Ying sighed, "This is the only way."

Several people stood on flat ground to remove their equipment. Jiang Mingxue unfastened the buckle on her chest and first took off the main parachute pack. Without the heavy restraints, her body felt much lighter.

A fair hand reached out, and Yan Ze stepped forward to take her umbrella bag: "Let me take it."

He used to carry their things for them, and Jiang Mingxue let go of her hand and gave it to him, saying, "Thank you."

They changed their remaining personal gear in the car and the three of them walked back side by side.

As we approached the entrance to the Huzhou Gorge scenic area, a familiar figure suddenly came into view.

Thinking she hadn't seen clearly, she looked closer.

Not far away, the man she shared a bed with every day suddenly appeared in her line of sight without warning.

The clouds hung low over the canyon, like a gray cloth soaked with water, pressing heavily on the ridgeline. The wind was light, but carried a damp chill, swirling a few withered leaves that danced on the stone steps before falling silently.

Beneath the white stone-carved gate, Rong Chengzhou's broad and upright figure stood out clearly, like a monument blending into the mountain rock, standing next to the black SUV.

Jiang Mingxue's steps suddenly felt like they were made of lead, pressing heavily on the ground, and she couldn't lift them no matter what she did.

The two men gazed at each other across a stretch of loess sand, the wind swirling from the side wall and ruffling the stray hairs on his forehead.

The black shirt was made of crisp fabric, with the top button fastened, making his jawline appear even more hard and angular.

The man's brows were sharp and angular, and his deep, dark eyes stared straight at me through the yellow sand without saying a word.

Their eyes met for a few seconds, and she felt as if she had been burned. She dared not meet his gaze, and her hands, hanging by her sides, tightened. She felt guilty even now, when she was a child and secretly ran to her grandfather's study to steal medical books.

She had planned to tell him why he had suddenly come over when she got home that night.

Yu Feijie had just finished bungee jumping and was panting as he hurriedly ran down from the top of the cliff, shouting, "Hey Rong-ge, Rong-ge, let's talk this out, don't be impulsive!"

Seeing the long rope trailing behind him, he quickly understood why.

She sighed inwardly. The more guilty a person is, the easier it is for their hidden truth to be exposed.

Everyone stood still, and the couple gazed at each other in silence for a long time.

The man, with a cold and stern expression, took the first step and slowly walked towards her.

The wind, carrying dust and sand, ruffled the hem of his black robe. A waft of cedar scent wafted over him, but it was not as gentle as usual; it was as if it had been soaked in ice water, exuding a chill.

Jiang Mingxue took two steps forward and opened her mouth to say, "Rong Chengzhou..."

Last night I prepared my words for a long time, but when I faced him, I couldn't utter a single word.

She didn't expect him to find out first.

Even though I didn't lie intentionally, I felt inexplicably guilty when I was with him.

The pressure emanating from him was so intense that Yu Feijie and Cheng Ying didn't dare to breathe.

Yu Feijie originally wanted to offer some advice, but fearing it might stir up trouble, he simply kept quiet.

He glanced at Jiang Mingxue and Ning Yanzhe beside her, as well as their skydiving gear, and silently shook his head in his heart, casting a sympathetic look at Jiang Mingxue.

Oh, sister-in-law, no one can save you this time.

Cheng Ying instinctively wanted to back away, but fearing that her good friend couldn't withstand Rong Chengzhou's anger alone, she stood by and endured it.

All eyes were on him, including Yan Ze.

Rong Chengzhou didn't even glance at her before walking straight up to her and standing there, his tall figure completely enveloping her.

Jiang Mingxue unconsciously tilted her head back. The man's nose was straight and sharp, his lips were pressed into a thin, cold line, and his dark pupils were like obsidian that had been tempered with ice.

Just when everyone thought he was about to confront her, Rong Chengzhou simply raised his hand calmly and gently helped her remove her white helmet.

He carried the heavy helmet in one hand, his jawline taut, his voice cold yet tinged with warmth, asking only:

Are you tired?

Jiang Mingxue paused for a moment, her lips parted slightly, but no sound came out.

Is that all you're asking?

Yu Feijie's eyes widened. He wasn't even angry?

Cheng Ying quietly moved a few steps to the side, making room for the couple.

Jiang Mingxue tilted her head slightly to look at him and said softly, "I didn't mean to hide it from you..."

Rong Chengzhou reached out to tidy her messy hair under her helmet, his face still cold and indifferent: "No need to explain, it's a pleasant surprise for me that my wife can skydive."

Jiang Mingxue was somewhat surprised, her eyes widening: "Really?"

The man grunted in response, a short and forceful "hmm."

Her face remained calm and composed, seemingly unperturbed by what had happened that day.

Whether it's skydiving or the appearance of Yan Ze.

Jiang Mingxue finally breathed a sigh of relief, her heart finally at ease: "You scared me to death."

She wasn't angry, yet her expression was so serious and menacing; I thought she had committed some heinous crime.

Rong Chengzhou remained silent and reached out to take her hand.

But the moment their fingertips touched, they discovered that her hands were empty.

His movements faltered slightly, his eyelids lowered slightly, and his voice deepened a few notches:

"Where's the wedding ring?"

Jiang Mingxue then remembered, unzipped the zipper of her clothes and the inner pocket, and took out the diamond ring: "I was afraid of losing it when I went skydiving, so I put it in my pocket."

He was about to put it back on when he said that.

The man's jawline tightened, and he abruptly raised his hand, taking the ring from her hand: "I'll put it on for you."

His long, slender fingers pinched her left ring finger with a pressure that was neither too light nor too heavy, yet carried an irresistible sense of oppression.

Jiang Mingxue obediently let him help her put on the wedding ring. She looked up to observe his expression and felt that something was wrong, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it.

After personally helping her put on the wedding ring, Rong Chengzhou's pursed lips finally loosened slightly, and his right hand gripped her five fingers with the wedding ring on them, leaving no gap.

The rough texture of the thin calluses on the man's fingertips pricked her, causing her some pain.

His voice was low and deep, and he uttered only two words slowly:

"go home."

Everyone was looking at him, but he didn't look at anyone except Jiang Mingxue, including Yan Ze, who didn't glance at him once.

"Oh..." Jiang Mingxue was led back by him like a puppet on a string.

She turned and tossed the car keys to Cheng Ying, then followed closely behind Rong Chengzhou, keeping an arm's length away from him.

The wind swept away the clouds, and the overcast sky accompanied the sunset, growing darker and darker, like a harbinger of an approaching storm.

Rong Chengzhou led her to the SUV, patiently removed her parachute gear, put it in the trunk, and then, as usual, considerately opened the passenger door for her and fastened her seatbelt.

A black SUV sped past, kicking up a cloud of yellow dust on the yellow earth outside the canyon.

Jiang Mingxue sat in the passenger seat. There was no one else in the car now, and she asked again, uncertainly:

"Rong Chengzhou..."

Are you really not angry?

The man's voice was flat: "What do you think I should be angry about?"

Jiang Mingxue thought for a moment and answered seriously, "I'm angry that I didn't tell you in advance that I was going skydiving."

Between the two of them, he always reported more details than she did. He would tell her the address when he attended a class reunion, but when she went skydiving with Cheng Ying, she only told him that she was going out to have fun.

But she wouldn't tell him specifically what games they would play.

Firstly, I felt it was unnecessary, and secondly, I didn't want others to know.

Rong Chengzhou's lips curled into a very slight smile: "If it's just this matter, you don't need to worry."

Jiang Mingxue thought about it carefully again: "I didn't call Yan Ze when I went out with Cheng Ying today. He came over by himself this afternoon after seeing Cheng Ying's WeChat Moments."

Rong Chengzhou turned the steering wheel to the left and entered the intersection: "Oh."

Jiang Mingxue: "......"

What does "oh" mean?

Are you angry or not?

Jiang Mingxue took out her phone, about to send a message to Cheng Ying, asking her to block Yan Ze from her WeChat Moments next time.

When I opened WeChat, I saw dozens of unprocessed messages, two of which were pinned to the top by "Rong Chengzhou".

I glanced at the time; more than two hours had already passed.

Jiang Mingxue's heart skipped a beat, and she continued to apologize, "My phone was off when I jumped, so I didn't see the message..."

The light turned green, and Rong Chengzhou released the brake: "Okay."

Jiang Mingxue: "......"

What does "嗯" mean?

A man's heart is like a needle at the bottom of the sea.

Jiang Mingxue first sent a message to Cheng Ying, and then sent it to Rong Chengzhou: "I told Cheng Ying that I will no longer be with Ning Yanzhe."

This time, it was still just a bland, emotionless "hmm".

He remained unmoved, neither happy nor sad, and never got angry or expressed his opinion no matter what she said.

"......"

Jiang Mingxue was at her wit's end.

She has done her best.

I didn't realize Rong Chengzhou was so hard to coax last time.

She couldn't even tell if he was angry or not.

The atmosphere inside the car was extremely oppressive. Even after returning to Songyunting, Rong Chengzhou did not take the initiative to speak to her.

Aunt Lian had already prepared the meal. They sat facing each other, and Rong Chengzhou gracefully picked up some food and served soup.

Jiang Mingxue kindly placed several pieces of beef and ribs on his plate: "Here, eat more."

Rong Chengzhou did not refuse, and picked up a piece of beef and chewed it slowly.

If you eat the food she puts on your plate, it means you're not really angry.

Jiang Mingxue finished her meal without worry, then took her nightgown and went to take a shower.

She had been sleeping peacefully with Rong Chengzhou for over a month, and had long since stopped wearing underwear, wearing whatever pajamas she could find that were comfortable.

Half an hour later, she came out of the bathroom after taking a shower, sat in front of the dressing table to apply a face mask and blow-dry her hair.

After drying her hair, she received a message from Cheng Ying:

Sister, are you alright?

Jiang Mingxue typed a reply:

[Still alive.]

Cheng Ying: [As long as you're alive, that's good. I thought your husband was going to tear you apart when he got back.]

Jiang Mingxue: [I've already explained it to him, and he doesn't seem that angry anymore.]

Cheng Ying: [Alright then, just be careful. If things get heated, don't fight. You can't fight city hall. We're too small to take a beating. Just argue a bit and that's it, understand?]

Jiang Mingxue: [Thank you for the reminder.]

After replying to the message, Jiang Mingxue put down her phone.

When the face mask was almost worn out, she peeled it off, washed it, and started her skincare routine again.

Rong Chengzhou washed up after her and is now sitting in the living room.

After Jiang Mingxue finished applying her skincare product, she remembered what Cheng Ying had said and went back to the living room to check on him.

The warm lights were on in the living room. Rong Chengzhou sat on the sofa. He hadn't watched any military news today. He held an empty teacup in his hand, neither drinking nor putting it down, lost in thought.

Jiang Mingxue walked over and softly called out to him, "Rong Chengzhou."

The man lifted his eyelids, his voice rising slightly at the end: "Hmm?"

I took two steps forward, intending to sit down next to him.

Suddenly remembering something, she turned around and sat sideways on Rong Chengzhou's lap.

Rong Chengzhou suddenly froze, his large hand casually wrapping around her waist to steady her, his dark eyes fixed on her: "What do you want to do?"

Jiang Mingxue climbed onto his neck and replied matter-of-factly, "Just trying to coax you."

The man narrowed his eyes slightly, his voice cold and deep: "Are you trying to coax me for Yan Ze's sake?"

They said they weren't angry.

I pretended for so long, making her think for so long.

Jiang Mingxue teased him deliberately, "Yeah, Yan Ze is just a kid, why are you arguing with him?"

This is something he said himself before.

Rong Chengzhou looked up at her: "Do you just like kids like him?"

Jiang Mingxue: "Yes, kids are young and energetic, who wouldn't like them..."

Before she could utter the word "joy," his burning lips silenced her. His kiss swept over her aggressively, with an undeniable force.

Rong Chengzhou gripped her slender waist, his tongue aggressively sweeping over every inch, their breaths mingling with his unique scent.

The warm light shone on their overlapping figures, and Jiang Mingxue was soon kissed to the point of near suffocation. Unable to resist the kiss, she instinctively leaned back, but he held her firmly between his body and legs, leaving her with no way to escape.

The temperature around them continued to rise, as if the dog didn't want to hear her speak. It gently bit her lower lip, leaving a slightly numb pain.

Jiang Mingxue couldn't help but let out a muffled groan of pain.

A light, short sound, like a chant, reached his ears and ignited a fuse that had been lying in wait for a long time.

His breathing instantly became heavier and heavier. He looked down at her reddened eyes, his Adam's apple bobbing uncontrollably. Something seemed to be ignited in his eyes, surging forth from the deep pool of restraint. Even the breath he breathed on her neck felt incredibly hot.

Her nightgown was lifted, and the man's rough fingertips slid across her delicate skin. A cold wind blew against her exposed thighs, and the calluses on her skin sent shivers down her spine.

Jiang Mingxue subconsciously raised her hand to pull back her skirt, but the man grabbed both her wrists with one hand and pinned them above her head, while his other hand slowly moved along her straight and slender legs and waist.

He was trying his best to restrain himself tonight, but she deliberately provoked him.

As their lips met, his deep, indistinct voice reached her ear: "Jiang Mingxue, you were the one who provoked me first tonight."

"Ugh..." Jiang Mingxue wanted to say something in rebuttal, but couldn't say anything.

His lips remained pressed against hers, unwilling to let go, giving her no chance to speak.

He only pulled away from her lips when she was too weak to breathe on him, showering her neck, collarbone, and the arch of her neck with countless kisses...

His large hand gradually moved down her waistline, and her body suddenly seemed to be stretched open. She lay on his lap and couldn't help but gasp.

"Rong Chengzhou...you..."

The rest of the words were replaced by an involuntary murmur.

His calloused hands had touched every inch of her body, but this was the first time he had caressed that spot.

It's not a rough scratch, but a grainy, frosted texture that, while moisturizing, still carries a slight astringency.

He rhythmically flipped his wrist, slowly raising the second one, his deep eyes glistening with a hint of alluring moisture: "Good boy, get used to it first."

Jiang Mingxue: "......"

He can't adapt to anything.

She bit her lower lip, trying to suppress the moan that escaped her throat.

Before long, the fabric on his legs became soaked and clung to her skin, creating an ambiguous and sticky feeling.

After an unknown amount of time, he finally released her.

He pulled out a tissue to wipe his hands clean, stretched out his long arm, and swept her up in his arms, carrying her to the bedroom.

As they walked, they asked, "Where do you want to go?"

The bedroom has a bed, sofa, bathroom, and floor-to-ceiling windows.

Jiang Mingxue lay limply in his arms, not wanting to hurt his pride, and chose the most exciting option: "By the window."

"Sure?"

Jiang Mingxue closed her eyes and said lazily, "Mmm."

Her legs had just gone weak from his ministrations, and her voice inadvertently carried a hint of coquettishness at the end.

He wanted to have some fun, so she played along. She had already memorized the feeling of using her hands earlier, so it wouldn't be a problem to recreate the same effect later.

Rong Chengzhou nodded, then picked her up and opened the bedside table drawer with one hand, took out the square box he had prepared earlier, and carried it to the French window.

She was on a high floor, and she was still wearing a nightgown, so she couldn't be seen from the outside.

Jiang Mingxue, holding onto the French windows, worried that her height might affect his performance, thoughtfully stood on tiptoe: "Is this enough?"

Rong Chengzhou's lips curled into a disdainful smile.

At times like this, she doesn't say anything hurtful to him.

Jiang Mingxue was leaning on the armrest of the French windows when an exaggerated sound rang out in the bedroom, hitting the glass of the windows and bouncing back.

Rong Chengzhou, holding a half-opened packaging bag, glanced at her and said, "I haven't started yet."

Jiang Mingxue: "...Oh."

The man's body pressed tightly against her back, and the straps of her sundress slipped down, revealing her fair and smooth skin.

He leaned down and gently kissed her smooth shoulder, his voice husky with restraint:

"I'll stop when it hurts."

Jiang Mingxue went along with him, her voice almost cloyingly sweet: "Okay, husband."

He stopped making any false sounds, but the tips of his fingers gripping the handrail grew increasingly white.

Rong Chengzhou was afraid that she wouldn't be able to adapt at first, so he restrained himself and proceeded step by step.

Even so, Jiang Mingxue, leaning against the French windows, still frowned tightly from the pain.

What happened?

How many seconds should ejaculation last?

As the frequency gradually increased, a shameful sound involuntarily escaped from the throat.

Her bright red lower lip was almost bitten until it bled, but the man behind her showed no sign of stopping.

Like a glass bottle filled with seawater, the sound of water rattling in the quiet bedroom.

Fine beads of sweat trickled down Jiang Mingxue's smooth forehead, and her legs were so weak that she could barely stand up.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the lights shone brightly, and skyscrapers pierced straight through the soft white clouds, their tops disappearing into the darkness of the night.

The man's large hand gripped her waist, supporting her and preventing her from slipping down.

Jiang Mingxue finally realized something was wrong as the slippery silk fabric on the back of her nightgown became soaked with sweat.

Her slender fingers gripped the man's strong arm from behind, her eyes glistening with moisture.

Hearing the man's steady breathing, she turned her head in disbelief, her soft, weak voice sounding as if it had broken:

"Wait...aren't you impotent?"