Chapter 49. "Let's wait and see."

In the darkness, the woman, restrained, gradually lost her strength, her flailing hands slowly falling to their sides. Jiang An, as if dragging trash, emotionlessly pulled her to the light in front of his desk, gently pressed the central control system, and the lights in the entire space turned on. He coldly glanced back, only to see the woman whose neck he was tightly gripping, almost unconscious, lying in his hands.

The woman wasn't sent by Yao Fei; she was Wen Lingshuang, the woman he had been longing for.

Jiang An was struck dumb, his heart skipped a beat, and he immediately let go. He saw Wen Lingshuang fall limply to the ground and immediately reached out to pull her into his arms. His chest ached as if something had pierced it, a pain he hadn't felt for many, many years. It was the pain of his mother's recent death and the pain of being repeatedly humiliated in the Jiang family.

Perhaps even worse than those pains.

Because even breathing felt like being pierced by dense, sharp blades, with scalding blood splattering everywhere, soaking his entire body, leaving him nowhere to hide.

Jiang An held her tightly, as if she were a rare treasure, calling out with fear and heartache, "Yangyang? Yangyang?"

The person in her arms did not respond.

Like a willow branch with a broken twig, she was held softly and bonelessly in his arms.

A few seconds later, she gradually regained consciousness and heard Jiang An's voice, Yang Yang.

Upon hearing those two words, Wen Lingshuang slowly opened her eyes. Her thick, delicate eyelashes were still stained with a few teardrops, which had flowed physiologically from the fear of being pinched. Her neck was burning, as if that large hand had not yet left and was still pinching her tightly.

She traveled all the way from abroad, braving the heavy rain to come to his company, just to see him; and he, without a word, tried to strangle her, with such force, such danger, such disregard for her feelings—she had never suffered such humiliation in her entire life!

Every man who pursued her pampered and spoiled her.

Which man would dare to hit her? He wouldn't even dare to raise his voice!

Jiang An!

Son of a bitch!

And she still thinks about him like that!

The more Wen Lingshuang thought about it, the angrier and angrier she became. She missed him so much that she was willing to break the rules left by her mother, but in the end, this is how he treated her.

She abruptly pushed Jiang An away, touching her swollen neck, and gritted her teeth: "I don't want to marry you anymore! I don't want to!"

After saying that, he staggered toward the door.

Hearing her words, Jiang An felt a tightness in his chest, making it hard to breathe. Seeing her about to leave, he strode forward and grabbed her delicate wrist, but dared not use force. He could only barely stop her from leaving, his voice gentle and full of heartache, "No! You must marry me!"

"I! Don't! Want to!" Wen Lingshuang struggled. "If you dare pinch me, I won't marry you!"

She struggled desperately but couldn't break free, so she simply used both her hands and feet, kicking Jiang An's legs and pounding his chest, completely irrational, wanting only to vent her anger on him. No matter how she hit him, Jiang An didn't fight back. She hit him for a full seven or eight minutes until Wen Ling Shuang was a little tired, and then she stopped panting.

Seeing that she had stopped hitting him, Jiang An finally spoke up: "Have you had enough?"

"Not enough!" Wen Lingshuang glared at him with her beautiful eyes. "I'd be satisfied if I beat you to death!"

Jiang An grabbed her other hand and placed it on his face, "I'll let you hit me."

"You think I wouldn't dare?!" She suddenly raised her hand high in the air and said, "You bastard!"

Jiang An didn't dodge; he stood there straight, accepting whatever came his way, whether it was a slap or a knife.

Seeing that he didn't move, Wen Lingshuang bit her red lips.

Finally, the slap landed on his chest. "Let go!"

Jiang An looked down at her furious expression, then saw the red marks on her slender, fair neck. A piercing pain shot through his body. He raised his hand and touched her neck, whispering, "I will never let go. Never in this lifetime."

Seeing him touch her neck, Wen Lingshuang turned her head away, gritting her teeth as she said, "Then what exactly do you want?! Jiang An, I thought you were a gentleman. Even though everyone said you were an illegitimate child, I never thought you were worse than anyone else. You're better than Jiang Xu and Jiang Qi, better than any man I've ever met. But today you pinched me...you pinched me today..." She began to ramble incoherently, "You pinched me...my parents have never even scolded me..."

Her eyes gradually reddened. "So I don't want to marry you... You've been lying to me all along, you're not the kind of person I thought you were... You pinched me..."

She kept repeating the phrase "You pinched me," her overflowing grievances practically spilling out.

Jiang An felt extremely guilty. He pulled her into his arms and held her tightly, whispering, "I'm sorry, Yangyang, I really didn't expect it to be you. I'm so sorry."

He held her tightly, unable to move an inch. His hard chest and warm embrace were like a tide surging towards her from all directions, making it hard for her to breathe. She pounded on his chest, "How could you not have thought of me? If you're going to lie, at least make it believable."

Jiang An found it difficult to speak.

Because he had used such tricks countless times before and after he came of age.

By then, Yao Fei had realized that keeping him in the Jiang family was not a good decision, but it was difficult to kick someone with the surname Jiang out of the Jiang family; the best way was to make him the target of public criticism. There was no shortage of spoiled brats or rich second-generation heirs who only knew how to spend money in the industry, but people like Jiang An who did not show off their talents were extremely rare. So Yao Fei gave him a 'big gift' on his coming-of-age day.

He still doesn't know what that woman's name is.

But coincidentally, he was a tattoo artist.

I don't know what Yao Fei is implying.

In short, when he woke up, he saw a naked woman lying beside him.

In the Jiang family's grand mansion, who would so brazenly barge into his room and so impolitely climb into his bed?

Fortunately, he woke up early that day and quietly moved to the guest room to rest.

Unsurprisingly, around seven o'clock in the morning, the voices of the maids and Yao Fei could be heard in the corridor. They kept saying, "Jiang An brought a woman home," and added, "She's a tattoo artist."

Jiang An got up and dressed expressionlessly. When he went out and saw the chaotic corridor, he calmly said that he had been reading in the study last night and was tired, so he was resting in the guest room.

At the time, Yao Fei sarcastically said that one should be upright and openly admit to having a girlfriend, and there was nothing to be ashamed of.

If she could just openly admit it, why would she go to such lengths to get that woman into his bed? And what a coincidence that she was a tattoo artist.

Jiang Hanyu was somewhat dissatisfied with this matter, but since he had no evidence, he couldn't say anything. He gave the woman some money to send her away. After that, he suggested that Jiang An move to Nanxi Villa and also offered to bury her mother there.

Jiang An remained silent, which was taken as tacit agreement.

In reality, even if he disagrees, he has no right to object.

Yao Fei won that battle.

She successfully drove him to Nanxi Villa to live with his mother. In her mind, his most likely fate was to die of old age in Nanxi Villa and never be allowed to enter the Jiang family again.

Recalling the past, Jiang An lowered his eyes and whispered, "I didn't lie to you." That was all he could say. Too many grievances, too much unresolved hurt and sadness, could only drift away with the wind into the past. He held her tightly, afraid that if he let go she would leave. His chin rested on the top of her head. "Yangyang, I really didn't know it was you. If I had known it was you, I would have preferred to be the one being strangled."

Wen Lingshuang struggled, "I don't believe it!"

"Then pinch me."

He released her from his grasp and placed her hands on his neck. "I'll strangle you if you want."

Wen Lingshuang also wanted to retaliate. She clenched her hands tightly, wanting to return the favor he had done to her, but as soon as she clenched them, she saw the bulging veins on his neck. With just one glance, she subconsciously let go.

It hurts so much.

He pinched her just now, it hurt so much.

So it must hurt a lot when she pinches him like that.

Wen Lingshuang couldn't help but think.

The more I think about it, the more irritable I become.

Why should she feel sorry for him, pity him, or be sad for him? It was clearly his fault! He was the one who treated her like that first, he was the one who pinched her!

"I'm not that vicious!" She let go of his hand, glaring at him fiercely. "Jiang An, go marry someone else!"

After saying that, he turned and headed to walk out the door.

As they reached the door, Jiang An pulled them back, saying, "You want me to marry someone else? Who should I marry?"

He gritted his teeth and said in a low voice, "Wen Lingshuang, you can't be so unreasonable."

Upon hearing this, Wen Lingshuang's eyes widened. "You're saying I'm being unreasonable?!"

Wen Lingshuang was bombarded with his words, each one making her dizzy with adrenaline.

That's right.

She asked him on the yacht if he wanted her, but that was just to drink.

She went to the hotel with him after drinking, but wasn't he the one who took her there? What kind of consciousness can a drunk person have?

She took off her clothes on her own initiative, but it was he who seduced her!

Finally, it was her...

All right.

She admitted that she was the one who let him in.

but……

She bared her sharp teeth and bit his hand in a fit of rage. "Jiang An, you're the one who's accusing me first!"

Jiang An let her bite him, pursed his lips and said, "In short, there's no reason to run away after taking someone else's virginity. You have to take responsibility."

Wen Lingshuang was both angry and annoyed, and punched him twice, "You're not taking responsibility! You're not taking responsibility!"

She started acting like a scoundrel.

"Anyway, you've had your fun, so I don't owe you anything!"

Jiang An's dark eyes were deep and unfathomable. "What makes you think I'm comfortable?"

Wen Lingshuang pursed her lips: "You're already like that, and you're still not feeling well? Don't try to fool me!"

Jiang An held her slender waist and carried her to sit on the desk. He placed his arms on either side of her, encircling her completely in his embrace. He leaned down slightly to look at her and said, "I haven't been comfortable, Miss Wen."

"Jiang An, are you deliberately trying to drive me crazy today?!"

"Then explain clearly how I felt comfortable, and I'll let you go after you finish."

“You call me Yangyang.” She raised her index finger and poked his chest. “You also call me wife, and you also…” She paused for a moment, then continued, “You also make me call you husband.”

"So we've been husband and wife for a long time, right?"

"wrong!"

"If that's not right, why should we do things that only married couples do?"

Wen Lingshuang: "..."

Her face flushed slightly. In this position, it would be easy for her to kick his vitals. She raised her foot to kick, but he stopped her knee with a forceful movement, his large hand tightly enveloping her calf, and said, "Don't hurt it."

After saying that, his dark eyes slowly met hers. "Yangyang, I really mistook you for someone else. If I had known it was you, even if you gave me a knife, I would only stab myself."

The two were very close, close enough that she could see the seriousness and sincerity in his eyes.

Isn't this the Jiang An I remember? Gentle and mild-mannered, self-disciplined and respectful of propriety.

The changes today have truly exceeded my expectations.

Why has he become so dangerous and ruthless? He's completely different from the person I knew.

Wen Lingshuang calmed down and thought about it, recalling the words he had said when he grabbed her.

Seeing that she remained silent, Jiang An leaned closer and said, "You know how much I care about you."

He slightly swallowed his Adam's apple, leaned forward and kissed her red lips. With that kiss, Wen Lingshuang's heart softened, and she let him deepen the kiss.

Behind her was a table, and she unconsciously slumped onto it, opening her red lips as he conquered her.

The air was filled with the sounds of sticky saliva coming together and the barely perceptible rustling of clothes.

During the deep kiss, Jiang An moved away slightly, their noses touching. "Also, you're wearing a different perfume today. I didn't recognize you."

“It smells like gardenia.” Wen Lingshuang looked at him with dreamy eyes. “It’s a special blend.”

"It smells wonderful."

"It smells good, pinch me."

"I'm sorry." He gently stroked her cheek. "I thought you were abroad, and I thought you wouldn't come to see me because you were following the rules at home."

Who would have thought she would be so unruly?

She broke the rules that had been in place for generations of the Wen family.

So that's how it is.

Is it really her fault?

Wen Lingshuang pouted her red lips and said, feeling wronged and sad, "I was so scared."

Jiang An slowly sat up, walked to the cabinet next to him, took out a first-aid kit, took out some ointment from the kit, returned to his desk, took out a fingertip-sized amount of ointment, and evenly applied it to her slender neck, saying, "I promise this will only happen this once."

Wen Lingshuang lay on the desk watching his gentle movements.

This is the Jiang An she knows.

She slowly raised her hand and touched his eyes. "This is something I'll remember for the rest of my life."

"Jiang An, I will remember your domestic violence against me."

Jiang An: "..."

He wouldn't dare to abuse her.

I feel terrible if I touch even a single finger of hers.

"You can say whatever you want as long as you don't mention breaking up."

Wen Lingshuang's hand slowly moved from his eyes to the corner of his lips, and then to his neck. "Then you're finished, Jiang An. Now that you've made this offer, I have a hundred ways to torture you."

Jiang An felt the warmth of her fingertips and slightly raised his eyelids. "We'll see."