Who is in Chapter 96?

As Jiang Xia swayed slightly with the other person's movements, the slippers on her feet fell off as the two went upstairs and rolled down the stairs.

Jiang Xia still wanted her shoes, and straightened up as if to put her feet down: "My shoes."

But the man in front of her was too tall, and Jiang Xia was afraid that she would fall and get hurt.

Fortunately, the other person said, "It's okay, we'll pick it up for you."

Jiang Xia complained softly, "We won't be able to find it later."

He insisted on picking it up.

A drunk person is stubborn and insists on wearing shoes.

Before Jiang Xia could jump off his arms, someone picked up his fallen shoes and put them on him.

Jiang Xia glanced at his feet and said earnestly, "Thank you."

But he felt a little tired in someone else's arms, so he rested his head against the other person's chest and murmured, "Unwrapping birthday presents?"

He couldn't remember if he had opened the gift.

All I remember is that Zhan Lintian gave me a letter sealed with sealing wax, and the contents inside were very thin.

Wu Zhou then gave him a gift box, a rectangular box that looked like a book.

As Jiang Xia sat on the bed, she grabbed the clothes of the person in front of her, thinking he was about to leave, and said, "I'm not sleepy yet, I'm not going to sleep."

Wu Zhou touched his forehead; his body was hot, but he didn't have a fever.

His hands were icy cold. Jiang Xia gently rubbed them, then grabbed his wrist in annoyance, preventing him from leaving. She didn't say anything, but just tilted her head slightly and rubbed her hands against the man's palm, staring at the veins on his wrist without uttering a word.

The blood vessels, like venomous snakes, kept spreading, reaching into his body.

Jiang Xia tilted his head back, his hot breath falling on his skin.

He struggled to open his eyes, trying to discern who was in front of him—Wu Zhou or Zhan Lintian…

The next moment, a pair of hands wiped away the tears that welled up in his eyes from the emotion, and darkness fell around him as someone else kissed him.

Their lips touched briefly, and Jiang Xia unconsciously pursed her lips.

The other person was testing the waters, then, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, coaxed, "Open your mouth, don't bite and leave teeth marks..."

Jiang Xia parted his lips, his fingertips caressing them, his teeth slightly visible between them, as if he wanted to speak, his bright red tongue trembling gently.

A powerful aura poured in, and the tip of my tongue was teased by the other person, the sound of water flowing into my ears as it turned.

The man's fingers kept stroking her ear, making Jiang Xia feel a tingling sensation all over her body.

His waist went weak, and his body leaned back. Someone helped him lean back and he fell into the blankets.

Being completely enveloped brings an ultimate sense of security.

The room was dark. Jiang Xia stared at the man in front of him, tracing his features, his mind blank as he tried to figure out who the man was.

The sounds came from all directions.

"Jiang Xia, do you remember what I told you?"

Jiang Xiatou sank into the soft pillow, looking at the other person. What had they said?

“I said…” A hand pressed slightly on his abdomen.

“We will do it…we will not be Platonic…”

Jiang Xia's legs went weak as she realized that the person in front of her was Wu Zhou... But then, another sentence came: "I look forward to the time when you take the initiative to kiss me."

These were words spoken by Zhan Lintian… The surroundings shifted, and he couldn’t distinguish between reality and illusion; it felt like a dream.

Snowflakes were falling softly outside again. The curtains on the large French windows were not drawn, and the lights were not on inside.

At this moment, the white light from outside the window illuminated most of the room, making Jiang Xia's drunken face even more enchanting.

Jiang Xia's eyes were half-closed, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and she turned her head slightly to reveal a small mole on her left cheek.

His memories from all these years were now blurred. In fact, apart from staying in hotels when traveling for business, Jiang Xia's residences over the years had all leaned towards a cozy, family-style environment; in Wu Ming's words, they were simply old, run-down, and small apartments.

He just doesn't like living alone in a big room...

Before his parents' accident, Jiang Xia remembered that the room his parents lived in with him was also very large.

He was an intellectual from twenty or thirty years ago. His father made a living by photography, and his mother was a doctor at the county hospital. He was their only child.

The first home Jiang Xia remembers was a photography shop where he could jump up and down the stairs.

Later, I lived in my grandparents' rural hometown, then moved around to school dormitories or teachers' dormitories, and finally lived in the house I owned for several years.

Aside from the star-rated hotels I stay in when I'm on business trips, this place seems even bigger than a hotel...

Jiang Xia thought he must be dreaming, as he had no recollection of this room.

It must be in a dream.

Jiang Xia's body was guided by instinct, and she squeezed her legs together and rubbed them.

He was moved.

A large hand gripped his chin, guiding him: "Do you know who I am?"

Jiang Xia's breathing became slightly labored, her lips were pinched open slightly, and her lips moved slightly. If she answered a little slowly, the man would kiss her forcefully.

When they separate, the tip of the tongue is pulled out slightly, and they only separate in mid-air.

He couldn't recognize him, but he felt that the face was familiar. His face was flushed, his whole body was hot, his legs were tightly pressed together and rubbing against each other, and his breath was like a bewitching incense.

The man grabbed his chin, but still had enough strength to spread his legs apart.

Jiang Xia thought vaguely, "Shouldn't a person only have two hands?"

He grabbed the other person's hand, and the other person asked again, "Do you recognize me?"

By the dim light, Jiang Xia whispered, "Wu... Wu Zhou..."

But then he sensed something was off: "You are... Zhan Lintian."

Zhan Lintian chuckled: "Not bad, you can still recognize people."

No sooner had he finished speaking than Wu Zhou forcefully grabbed the river gorge.

Jiang Xia was completely stunned. He grabbed Wu Zhou's arm with both hands, and the skin under his palms was frighteningly hot.

Then the other person kissed him. As their lips rubbed together, Wu Zhou gently pressed Jiang Xia's chin with his fingertips, forcing him to open his lips slightly.

With his jaw slightly parted, the man's strong tongue probed inside.

As their tongues intertwined, Jiang Xia grabbed the other man's collar and tried to push him away.

Wu Zhou only loosened his grip slightly when Jiang Xia was almost out of breath, and after he took a deep breath, he continued kissing him.

Jiang Xia placed her legs on Wu Zhou's waist, and the top two buttons of her white shirt were undone, the clothes hanging loosely on her shoulders.

Wu Zhou slipped his hand under Jiang Xia's clothes, then breathlessly kissed his chest through the fabric, a fleeting kiss as if savoring a precious delicacy.

Every tremor in the river valley stirred his heart.

Jiang Xia rarely tried to comfort herself. Even though the room was dark, her snow-white and pink skin was still clearly visible.

With a gentle touch of the fingertips, the river gorge trembled violently.

I'm so sensitive... If I really get involved later, I'll probably tremble like I'm going to break.

But it will happen eventually... you'll get used to it after that.

Wu Zhou looked at Zhan Lintian beside him with hostility in his eyes.

Zhan Lintian watched as Jiang Xia remained nestled in Wu Zhou's arms. He had tried to lift him out earlier, but Jiang Xia refused, burying himself entirely in Wu Zhou's embrace.

Zhan Lintian suddenly wanted to smoke a cigarette to calm his agitated mood.

It seems that when people are drunk, they instinctively gravitate towards the people they trust more.

But who knows?

He thought to himself that perhaps Wu Zhou was just lucky; Jiang Xia had been picked up by him as soon as he got drunk.

Jiang Xia was not in a clear mind; he would lean on whoever was holding him.

This is quite normal.

But Zhan Lintian could clearly see the look in Wu Zhou's eyes—a look that told him to give up and not to make things difficult for Jiang Xia anymore.

Zhan Lintian scoffed.

Wu Zhou said, word by word, "Aren't you planning to leave?"

Zhan Lintian finally stood up and stood by the bed. He was still unwilling to give up. With a cold expression, he reached out to Jiang Xia: "Jiang Xia, come into my arms."

Jiang Xia didn't move; instead, he hugged Wu Zhou tightly.

He hoped that Jiang Xia would express his desire for him, and then he would take him away from Wu Zhou's arms as a matter of course.

Zhan Lintian thought to himself that it must have been his tone that frightened him.

So he softened his voice and said softly, "Jiang Xia, look at me."

Jiang Xia put his arm around Wu Zhou's shoulder, leaning against him, and didn't move...

Zhan Lintian gritted his teeth in resentment...

I shouldn't have let Wu Zhou carry Jiang Xia upstairs.

...

Jiang Xia lay on the bed, her head turned to the side, her face completely buried in the pillow, panting. The collar of her shirt was slightly torn, revealing her left collarbone.

He really did enjoy the warm, comfortable feeling that came with drinking alcohol.

Someone asked him, "Are you comfortable?"

Jiang Xia murmured, "Comfortable..."

When the pain hit, Jiang Xia opened his mouth wide but couldn't speak.

He suddenly opened his eyes and saw the man in front of him. He scratched red marks on the man's back muscles with both hands. The man groaned and endured all the pain, but still did not stop moving forward.

He coaxed people very gently.

Jiang Xia's toes curled up, whether from pain or some other reason, as she sobbed, and subconsciously called out a name: "Zhan Lintian..."

Zhan Lintian helped me a lot; he could give me advice when I encountered relationship problems that I couldn't handle.

Or it can become an asset to oneself.

As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Xia felt someone brush his cheek. He turned his head slightly, and his lips were sealed by someone's kiss to relieve his discomfort.

When the kiss ended, the other person's voice was hoarse: "I'm here..."

*

This is an extremely beautiful and splendid dream.

The blue-toned scene in Jiangxia's eyes—the swirling snow outside the window and the exquisitely decorated interior—is like a beautiful crystal ball constantly spinning.

The man's heavy breathing exploded at his neck.

Jiang Xia only remembered that her feet seemed to be dangling in the air, like when someone was carrying her upstairs in a princess carry, and she could only sway with the other person's movements.

The skin between her thighs pressed against the man's waist, and he simply couldn't control himself.

Jiang Xia vaguely remembered that his slippers were still on the stairs, otherwise why were he not wearing shoes?

What did the other person say...?

In the jumbled memories, a scene suddenly flashed by: someone seemed to be gently rubbing their stomach.

"My wife's belly is so thin, it's..."

Jiang Xia felt a sudden heat throughout his body, which startled him awake, followed by a feeling of soreness.

It was already broad daylight. Based on the snow scene outside the window and his level of hunger, Jiang Xia checked his phone one last time and realized it was already noon.

The bed sheets were changed once, from pale yellow to off-white.

She also changed into a set of black silk pajamas.

Jiang Xia knew exactly what had happened, from the swelling in his lips, the soreness in his body, and the feeling of satisfaction emanating from every part of him.

But the question is, who? Himself and whom?

Zhan Lintian or Wu Zhou?

His memory was fragmented after drinking, but since the lights weren't on last night, his hazy memories weren't enough to confirm anything.

Jiang Xia struggled to get up, looked around, and realized he was in the master bedroom on the second floor.

This is a large suite. The master bedroom is right inside the entrance, but there is also a balcony next to the master bedroom. Opposite the bed is a half-partition wall, with a desk and tea table placed on the other side.

The bathroom was located next to the bed in the master bedroom. Jiang Xia vaguely sensed someone there, but he couldn't tell if it was Zhan Lintian or Wu Zhou.

Jiang Xia went to the restroom first.

The person in the mirror had a reddish tinge in their eyes and brows. Jiang Xia unbuttoned two buttons, revealing layers of red marks on their skin.

He couldn't help but rub his stomach; last night, his abdomen seemed to have faint marks from other people's movements.

He couldn't tell if it was true or if he had been misled after hearing Wu Zhou's previous account...

Jiang Xia leaned over the washbasin and washed his face with cold water.

He was still feeling sleepy, his eyelids drooping, and he thought to himself that whoever was still in the villa was the person he had been with last night...

Jiang Xia rubbed his hair, perhaps due to alcohol-induced indiscretion. Regardless, he still needed to try his best to take responsibility.

Although both President Zhan and President Wu are older than me, they only drank because they were celebrating my birthday.

Tracing the source of this, I wish I didn't have a birthday.

As he was thinking, someone supported his waist from behind.

Zhan Lintian picked him up, and Jiang Xia's shoes fell off again.

Zhan Lintian glanced at it and realized that the princess carry position made it easy for the slippers to fall off.

Jiangxia didn't make him pick up his shoes today, so it seems he's sobered up.

Zhan Lintian easily picked up Jiang Xia, his movements careful, knowing that he was in pain.

Jiang Xia said softly, "We last night..."

Zhan Lintian raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips, and said in a low voice, "You have to take responsibility. If you don't, I won't have a wife in the future."

He continued to persuade her: "Or I can go with you to Cainan, you can run a bed and breakfast, and I'll do volunteer work."

Jiang Xia was startled and whispered, "How did you know?"

"People speak the truth when they're drunk, but Cainan is indeed a great place. We can go there for tourism in the future." President Zhan carried the person forward.

Before he finished speaking, Wu Zhou walked out from behind the wall. He had been organizing work reports at the desk over there.

Unexpectedly, Zhan Lintian, who was cooking downstairs, came upstairs and happened to see Jiang Xia wake up.

Tsk...

Jiang Xia was nestled in Zhan Lintian's arms, staring at the two of them with wide eyes.

They haven't left?! Who could it be?

He didn't know how to start the conversation.

Zhan Lintian first carried Jiang Xia to the bed.

Jiang Xia had just sat down on the edge of the bed when he looked down and saw red marks on his trouser leg.

Two men were in front of him. Wu Zhou walked over and said, "I'll take care of him. Get some things up here."

Zhan Lintian ruffled Jiang Xia's hair and said, "Eat first, you must be hungry."

As Zhan Lintian rushed downstairs, Wu Zhou walked over.

Jiang Xia said softly, "I'm sorry, I think I've had too much to drink."

Memories began to gradually return.

It seems to be with Wu Zhou...

He was already taller than Jiang Xia, and he was strong enough to easily lift the person up and adjust their position so that they could sit against the edge of the bed.

The man's voice was hoarse, and there was a hint of satisfaction in his tone. He had waited so many years, and he had finally tasted the sweetness of the flesh.

Jiang Xia exuded an alluring fragrance that he couldn't quite describe, but it smelled exceptionally pleasant.

Jiang Xia struggled, lowering his voice: "You... let me go first."

Wu Zhou suddenly kissed him. He had just received a phone call. His good-for-nothing younger brother, through some unknown means and after going through many twists and turns, finally managed to return to Montreal last night, bypassing his informants by changing planes four times.

Wu Zhou only found out this morning.

Because he turned off his phone last night.

Wu Zhou just sent him a message. Wu Ming can't find Jiang Xia and is trying to use the same trick again to ask his older brother for help.

Wu Ming somehow learned from others that his elder brother was pursuing his sister-in-law and was in a good mood. He figured that if he asked his elder brother to find Jiang Xia, his brother would probably agree.

Wu Zhou was indeed in a good mood.

Then he refused the other party. His assistant took a picture of Wu Ming crying. Wu Zhou sent a message to his assistant: "A grown man like him won't die from crying. Tell him to let him go."

The assistant dared not relay the truth.

Wu Zhou and Wu Ming are brothers after all, while he is just a working-class man. Wu Zhou can say such harsh words, but it is unacceptable for him to say them.

If my brother makes up with me, I'll lose my job.

The assistant patted the second young master of the Wu family, who was crying with snot and tears streaming down his face, and said, "Second young master, don't be sad. Didn't you say that the eldest young master is pursuing someone? He's hard-hearted. Why don't we go and beg the eldest sister-in-law?"

Wu Ming raised his head.

He had a face that could definitely be that of a playboy, and now his eyes were red and bright: "You're right."

“With my older brother’s personality, he would definitely prefer someone with a complementary personality,” he said, his voice carrying the perfect image of his sister-in-law.

"Tall, fair-skinned, gentle, age... she's probably not very young, maybe only two or three years younger than him, intellectual... most likely highly educated."

Wu Ming pondered, "Perhaps it's still my brother who pursued her. After all, if he doesn't like her, no one else can even touch her."

The more I talked to her, the more I realized how easy-going my future sister-in-law was.

The eldest brother blocked all his bank cards and cut off all his connections, so no one else could help him.

Wu Ming felt sorry for himself.

The assistant patted him on the shoulder and advised him helplessly, "Second Young Master, Mr. Jiang is clearly avoiding you. It's no use trying to win him over."

Wu Ming shook his head: "What do you know? As long as Jiang Xia hasn't committed to anyone else, I still have a chance. Unless he agrees to be with someone else..."

Given Jiang Xia's personality, she would never cheat or fall in love with someone else.

Wu Ming was very confident.

The assistant silently curled his lip in disapproval. "Someone's got a screw loose."

Inside the villa, Jiang Xia sneezed, trying to stop Wu Zhou from kissing him.

As a result, Wu Zhou grabbed his hand and kissed his fingertips.

The lips made a simple touch.

Wu Zhou's voice was hoarse: "Jiang Xia, you were too drunk last night. Wait until you're sober before you really enjoy it..."

Wu Zhou kissed his lips, his burning hands slipping inside Jiang Xia's clothes to rub his stomach.

"Jiang Xia, are you looking forward to it?"

"While you are lucid and can see everything clearly, we will not turn off the lights, so you can see everything clearly..."

A note from the author:

When I updated this chapter, it was the winter solstice. A friend recommended some delicious food from her hometown, gesturing excitedly to describe how tasty it was, especially dumplings eaten on the winter solstice.

Since we don't usually celebrate the Winter Solstice here, my friend ordered dumplings and Laba garlic for me.

One bite, chew, chew, chew, oh my god, what a heavenly delicacy! *Sobbing* I'm currently chewing like crazy.

It's so addictive, so exciting!

The rabbit suddenly wanted to give Jiangxia the cat a pill.

Rabbit: Chewing, chewing, chewing

Jiangxia: Chew, chew, chew.