Chapter 74 Chapter 74 The Second Spring Dream

At the end of tonight's birthday party, Xin Tong was stopped by Jiang Cheng in front of the garden at the side door of Yuhu Villa.

He finally told Xin Tong the reason why he invited her to attend his youngest daughter's birthday dinner tonight.

Jiang's suits are the successor and family heir in their prime. His only goal and career in recent years is to help Jiang's complete the transformation from factory-based to ready-made clothing.

When it comes to transformation partners, there is no one in the apparel industry more qualified than the Morikawa Group.

Jiang Cheng wants to cooperate with Morikawa.

First, let’s start with Xin Tong’s Kelly.

"I heard Kelly is looking for investment recently."

"Jiang is willing to invest. If all goes well, all the funds will be in the account next week."

Xin Tong was so shocked by these sudden words that she stood there in a daze.

My mind finally became clear at that moment.

Xin Tong finally understood why Jiang Cheng had been so respectful when they first met at the Jiang family's old house. Besides the family traditions of the aristocratic family itself, Morikawa, the largest group in the industry and several times larger than their previously agreed partner, Wu, was the best target in Jiang Cheng's eyes.

"But if you want to cooperate, why don't you just go to my dad?"

Xin Tong thought for a few seconds, and finally couldn't help but ask.

Investing in her small company Kelly just to find Morikawa to cooperate in garment manufacturing is really a roundabout way of saving the country.

Jiang Cheng smiled slightly.

"With the fierce competition for the next generation's inheritance, Mr. He must have been planning to retire in the next few years."

"I think it's better to just look for the next successor."

The next successor?

This word made Xin Tong stunned for a moment.

The dispute between Xin Tong and He Tianqi over family property has been a hot topic in Wucheng for the past three months.

She ran all over the city looking for investment for Kelly but was rejected everywhere because everyone was optimistic about He Tianqi, the young and promising adopted son who was recognized by He Chuanfeng, instead of her, a useless fool.

But Jiang Cheng stood in front of her and said,

"I think you're going to win."

This conversation was not just directed at Kelly's president Xin Tong, but also at Xin Tong, the next chairman of Morikawa Group.

Xin Tong's heart trembled.

When Jiang Cheng was looked down upon by the whole city, his words were so powerful and precious.

"Thanks."

Xin Tong pondered for a long time before speaking seriously, "But I'm not very smart."

Xin Tong knows nothing about business knowledge.

She didn't know what ready-to-wear clothing was, what cooperation was, and she didn't even understand investment at all. She just wanted to borrow a large sum of money from someone, then go back and sell her women's suits honestly, and pay her back when she made money.

Her brain only supported this logic.

Beyond this, she could not guarantee or make any promises.

But Jiang Cheng seemed to be able to see Xin Tong's plan early on.

He said, "Don't rush to give me a conclusion. This amount of money is nothing to the Jiang family. I'll give you the money first, and you can go and do your work without worry. We can deal with the rest later."

The villa is quiet, and the small flowers at your feet are swaying in the evening breeze.

How does that sentence go?

Xin Tong stared at Jiang Cheng's face in front of her, and suddenly took out her cell phone and turned on the recording.

"Say it again."

——It’s such a great thing, if you don’t take advantage of it, you’d be a bastard.

Jiang Cheng cooperated and said it again because he would never go back on his word.

"Anything else you want to ask? Just ask."

"That's all." Xin Tong put away her phone in a very good mood. "I knew I was born to be useful. I deserve it."

She is so worthy.

Give her money and she will take it.

For example, Jiang Cheng’s investment, and the inheritance rights of the entire Morikawa Group.

As for a reason? She already had the money, so why would she need one? She didn't need to think about any reasons in her life. It was someone else's choice to give it to her, not something she had snatched away.

She is not He Tianqi, who steals other people's things every day.

Xin Tong extended his hand towards the suit-clad boss of the Jiang Group standing before him. He wanted to imitate the witty remarks between the big bosses in TV dramas, but after thinking for a long time, he couldn't think of any. In the end, he could only pat his chest and say,

"Give me the money, and you can be upset."

"Um?"

"No, no." She shook her head violently. "Don't worry. I'll give you dividends when I make money. It'll be a big fortune. Congratulations on your prosperity!"

*

Jiang Wangyue had a very happy tenth birthday.

When the guests left at night, she sat on the swing in the garden, yawning, waiting for her father to come home.

Not far ahead, she saw her father standing there, talking to someone. That person was a beautiful sister, wearing a beautiful bright red dress, and she generously gave her ten sets of Barbie dolls.

To be honest, Jiang Wangyue had never seen this sister before.

I thought she was a relative, after all, only my family and that sister were present at the family dinner that evening. But my father said that sister was a guest.

The only guest at the party tonight.

She stared blankly for a moment.

Suddenly, she discovered that not far to the right, there was a figure standing there watching.

Tall, with a blond head and a black hat.

She jumped off the swing, walked over to the man, and looked up at him.

Then she reached out and gently pulled his clothes.

She screamed.

"elder brother."

This brother was exceptionally tall, had a fierce expression, and his hair resembled a giant lemon. He had a scowl and never smiled, and Jiang Wangyue was actually a little afraid of him. They didn't talk much, only seeing each other during the holidays. Her mother told her that while she and her brother had the same father, he had his own mother.

Jiang Chongyan moved slowly.

He lowered his head, glanced at her, and hummed.

Jiang Wangyue looked at the two people who were talking in the distance.

"Do you know who that sister is?"

Who is that sister?

What a good question.

I asked the person who was least able to answer this question.

If you ask grandpa, Jiang Yuanbin will say that he is his student.

Ask mom and dad, they will say he is their guest.

Ask my brother...

Jiang Chongyan put his hands in his pockets and looked at the woman in the red dress from afar. The cold wind blew his golden hair back on the side of his face, revealing the entire lower half of his face.

Jiang Wangyue looked up and saw her brother's pointed chin, hard jawline, and small face. His tall figure looked inexplicably solemn in the moonlight.

For the past three months, Jiang Chongyan has thought about this question countless times.

He discovered some sources. Initially, they were just clues, then they became like flash floods and tsunamis. They left him inexplicably silent, anxious, and confused.

Unwilling to admit it, unwilling to acknowledge it, resisting with indifference, yet forever being led by the nose, only to discover, with a start, that beneath me was a swamp, and now it had sunk down to the level of my heart. Unable to move, unable to climb up, the only way out was to inevitably fall.

The kiss under the moonlight in Qiyu Village.

It's a state of confusion and love.

There was no way to explain this, no words would be enough. Because the awkward, arrogant man had finally torn off his mask and pressed her down, because he had kissed her lips with a tender yet eagerness, because their lips and tongues entwined, a surge of passion, a glistening liquid trickling down the corner of their mouths, only to be savaged by him with even greater ferocity and obsession.

"That kiss was nothing. What were you thinking?"

This was the proud and arrogant flower from the high mountains who had already secretly crossed the threshold in her heart, but she mustered up the courage and pretended to ask casually.

But that kiss was also a blow to the head.

"Let's pretend nothing happened and go back to our previous relationship."

This was the heartless and experienced love lady's answer with a laugh.

What was their relationship like before? Xin Tong gave an explanation that was simple and understandable, yet not formal at all. Jiang Chongyan wanted to ask further, but he didn't.

They really regressed to the relationship they had before that night.

But what next?

Jiang Chongyan was unwilling to admit it. He felt ashamed and embarrassed, and was unfamiliar with the fierceness of love - because Jiang Chongyan had never had any experience.

This is not the beginning of an ordinary pure love story. All the experiences between the two of them are full of surprises and heartless flirting.

Jiang Chongyan is serious and persistent in everything he does, idealistic and resolute. He is never casual, he hates casualness.

She wasn't the heroine you'd see in a youthful memory. She was lustful, arrogant, wicked, like a hurricane, a giant sunset, the brightest color on a white canvas.

The rebellious and proud son of heaven couldn't imagine the embarrassment of having his innocence eroded step by step. Unfortunately, he finally discovered with frustration that for the past three months, every day, every second, he had been toyed with by Xin Tong.

…

The moonlight was dim, the December garden was quiet, and the cold wind brought a biting chill.

Jiang Chongyan suddenly saw that not far ahead, the woman in the red dress stretched out her hand to his father.

The two of them said something, and then held hands.

——The most common business cooperation scenes in TV dramas.

Jiang Chongyan's heart suddenly skipped a beat.

A flash of white light appeared, and he suddenly realized that there was a relationship between the two of them.

They are business partners.

As soon as this thought came to mind, Jiang Chongyan suddenly felt a sense of security in his heart.

He had never known how to define the strange relationship between them, which depended entirely on the evil woman's random mood.

But now, the definition of monetary relationship has been officially added, which is cold, hypocritical, and has been given the banner of sufficient reasons.

He seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. He felt that he could finally answer the question of what the three months of entanglement with this disgusting woman meant.

——"Business partner."

Jiang Chongyan added to the ten-year-old, "We make money together."

When money is added to the equation, everything seems to make sense. People in this world will do anything for money.

Very reliable, very pragmatic, very profit-oriented, and very plausible.

They only get to know each other for money, and only help each other for cooperation. It's all business, all important matters, all family matters. There is no love between men and women, no love, no childish, sincere, awkward temptations, and no private, ambiguous secrets.

Everything finally had a name. Everything happened for a reason, with a legitimate reason and a legitimate reason. They were business partners.

Jiang Chongyan strode briskly out of the main gate of Yuhu Villa. His motorcycle sped off.

*

That night, Jiang Chongyan had a dream.

In the dark night under the moonlit castle, he stood in front of the locked gate of the castle and looked up.

In front of the second-floor window, a woman sat on the windowsill, her red skirt fluttering. The wind blew her long, satiny black hair across her face. She looked down, smiled at him, and called his name.

"Jiang Chongyan, catch me."

She fell down, her skirt flying up like a butterfly in the wind. The girl fell steadily into his arms and hugged his neck tightly.

At that moment, his nose was filled with her subtle floral scent, and his whole body was surrounded by her fragrance.

Before him lay a vast expanse of delicate, white skin, directly facing his face. It was so close that if he turned his head even slightly, his lips would accidentally brush against it. His body stiffened, his heartbeat frantically, and the place where their skin touched felt strangely hot.

She was brave when she jumped, but after she did, she was terrified. She buried her head in his shoulder, her arms trembling slightly, and murmured, "I was scared to death."

She slowly loosened her grip. But the next second, she realized what was happening, her face flushed red, and she hurriedly covered her chest with one hand. Her eyes wandered, and after a while, she whispered, "Sorry. Put me down."

Her fair skin was suddenly covered by an extra layer of cover, and the distance between them was widened. She struggled to get down.

Jiang Chongyan narrowed his eyes and felt a sudden pang in his heart.

She tried to get off, but he didn't let go.

The girl struggled for a long time, but the arms on her legs and back were still firmly restrained, pressing her against him.

"Don't move."

"If you sprain your ankle, just stay put. I'll carry you there."

She was carried away like this, holding her chest and looking away, her face flushed, "Too close..."

"Where is closer?"

Jiang Chongyan spoke indifferently, and he saw the soft hair that fell on the side of her face, which was occasionally moved by the charm of his words. Every time he spoke, his warm breath hit the skin on her chest, and she shuddered, and the hand that was blocking her chest slowly clenched into a fist, making a sound as quiet as a mosquito.

"It's just too close."

She struggled even harder, and Jiang Chongyan stopped. When her knees moved around, they kicked him under the body. Jiang Chongyan groaned, and they both fell down and rolled on the thick, soft grass.

Their bodies pressed together, hugged each other and spun around twice before stopping. Jiang Chongyan was on top, pressing on her, staring at the chest of the person in front of him without blinking, then he closed his eyes and gently lowered his head to sniff.

Someone called his name, and two cold little hands reached out to stop him.

Trouble. He closed his eyes and easily subdued her without even looking. With his left hand, he pressed the arms of the person under him above her head, buried his head in the thin skin of her chest, and took a deep breath.

“It smells so good.”

Warm, fragrant and soft, every word is vivid, it turns out to be such an apt description.

He closed his eyes and gently placed a kiss on her collarbone. His right hand reached under her skirt, slowly touching her soft belly and kneading it slowly.

Finally, he withdrew his hand from her skirt, went around behind her, unzipped her skirt, and peeled it from top to bottom.

She struggled, but was caught. The scene before her was clean and devoid of any clothing. Jiang Chongyan stared at it without blinking, his hand slowly caressing it, and finally kissing it.

A long void. An endless grey sky.

——When Jiang Chongyan woke up from the bed in a sweat, the dark room was empty and the bedside alarm clock showed 3:15.

He knew what was happening underneath him without lifting the covers. He clenched his fists and covered his face.

There was only long darkness and silence in the room.

He stood up and walked into the shower room, staring at the ceiling for a moment before suddenly closing his eyes tightly, gritted his teeth, and turned on the shower.

All willpower seemed to have disappeared, and the low, subtle, heavy breathing was hidden in the steaming water and the sound of rushing water.

Just a second before it slowly climbed up and then quickly descended like a roller coaster, at the moment it reached the highest point in the sky, Jiang Chongyan suddenly saw her standing under the fireworks at Yuhu Villa, her pupils stained by the brilliance, and her smile pure and happy.

The roller coaster roared down.

Jiang Chongyan's chest heaved as he let the water wash him clean. His consciousness and reason returned, but he was left with only despair.