Chapter 63 Did she forcibly kiss Jiang Mingxu?!

Chapter 63

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The overhead lights made a small, popping sound, which was particularly noticeable in the desolate night.

But nobody paid any attention.

Inside and outside the bar, the two stood facing each other. Jiang Mingxu did not answer Jin Ran's question immediately. He just stared at her, his already deep eyes becoming even more intense.

After a long pause, he spoke, his voice growing increasingly hoarse: "Do you know what you're saying?"

Jin Ran raised an eyebrow, looking proud and confident, though it was unclear what she was proud of: "I know, we were talking about kissing. Jiang Mingxu, have you ever kissed anyone?"

She suddenly became a bit gossipy; her remaining thoughts had long been suppressed by her audacious curiosity. It's hard to say that she wasn't using this opportunity to ask about something she had been curious about for a long time.

The reason for this is probably that she was somewhat attracted to Jiang Mingxu, and he probably was too.

Don't think she didn't see the man's heavier breathing when she drank his wine, and that unwavering gaze fixed on her like a wild beast locking onto its prey, making her tremble while also arousing her competitive spirit.

When Jin Ran is sober, she might be able to assess the situation and act accordingly, but when she's drunk, all she can think about is who the prey is.

"It wasn't the indirect kiss we just had, it was a real kiss!" she emphasized.

Jiang Mingxu glanced at her indifferently.

The tone was neither praise nor criticism, but a very neutral sentiment: "You're quite curious."

"Just tell me if you have it or not!"

Unfortunately, Jiang Mingxu didn't answer her question directly, but instead asked, "What about you? Have you ever kissed anyone?"

Jin Ran... of course she accepted it.

Before transmigrating into the book, she had had several relationships, and she still remembered that the first one was during the summer after she entered university.

At that time, she had just escaped the high-pressure study of high school and couldn't wait to experience the free college life. Her first boyfriend was a sunny and flamboyant young man. It was the first time for both of them to fall in love. They were innocent and sincere. They took their relationship in a step-by-step manner, and naturally, there were moments like holding hands, hugging, and kissing.

Her subsequent relationships may have been different, but they were all normal relationships, so Jin Ran is not lacking in dating experience.

She was so engrossed in her past memories that she didn't notice Jiang Mingxu's increasingly dark gaze across from her.

The glass fell onto the marble bar, making a clear sound. A black figure loomed overhead, and the next moment, her chin was grabbed.

The movements weren't forceful, but they weren't gentle either. In an instant, he pressed down on her skin, creating small indentations the size of fingertips, his fingertips intentionally or unintentionally caressing that delicate area: "What, thinking about kissing someone?"

Jiang Mingxu's voice rang in my ears.

Jin Ran was stunned for a moment by the question, and her already unclear mind became even more confused. She only heard something about kissing and thought that she knew how to kiss, so she tilted her head up and pressed her lips against the lips that were so close to hers.

Her movements were sudden, as if their breaths had suddenly mingled, so intense it was dizzying.

The distance closed again, almost to the point of being almost imperceptible. She could smell the strong scent of alcohol on his lips, mixed with a faint hint of mint, weaving a net from which there was nowhere to escape within that small space.

Just as their lips were about to touch, Jiang Mingxu suddenly turned his head away.

And so Jin Ran's kiss landed on the man's lips.

The soft, rough, slightly stubble-like texture brushed against her lips, leaving them slightly red.

Jin Ran looked at him blankly. Wasn't he supposed to kiss?

Little did she know, her appearance only made Jiang Mingxu's jawline tighten even more.

In the dim night, those sharp eyes were somewhat complicated, revealing a hint of inquiry and coldness upon closer inspection, but they vanished in the blink of an eye.

After a few minutes or even just a few seconds, Jiang Mingxu sighed deeply, having given up on something, and spoke again, his tone much gentler: "Don't make a scene, you're drunk."

"I'm not drunk!"

"So you think you can just kiss me whenever you want just because you know who I am?"

Jiang Mingxu stared at her intently.

What he really wanted to ask was whether she mistook him for someone else. He didn't ignore the memory in her eyes after that question; the expression on the man's face vanished, leaving only a dark and ambiguous shadow.

He suddenly fell silent, and slowly withdrew the fingers that were pinching the woman's chin.

The calmness made it seem as if the earlier assertiveness was all an illusion.

That intimate ambiguity was also dispelled. Just as he was about to back away, Jin Ran, who was outside the bar, reached out and grabbed him.

"But I know you are Jiang Mingxu."

Jin Ran's tone was inexplicably aggrieved, as if she didn't understand why Jiang Mingxu didn't believe her.

—She knew he was Jiang Mingxu, which is why she kissed him.

It's not something that can be done casually.

What angered her even more was that the other person questioned her aesthetic sense; she was someone who cared a lot about looks, you know.

If Jiang Mingxu weren't so good-looking, even if he were her husband for life, even if he had countless assets, she wouldn't have given him a second glance!

Jin Ran is not short, nearly 1.7 meters tall, but Jiang Mingxu is a head taller than her. Given their standing postures, he could easily see the woman's face by slightly lowering his eyes.

Her cheeks were flushed red from anger, and her lips were pouting so much they could hang an oil bottle on them.

The usually cunning and intelligent Ms. Jin was nowhere to be seen; instead, she appeared somewhat charming and adorable.

Jiang Mingxu had to admit that he was a normal man.

A man with normal needs and normal aesthetic sense.

Is Jin Ran beautiful? Yes, she is. So beautiful that when they first met, his assessment of her was "a pretty idiot."

However, he had no feelings for her at that time. He was always arrogant and had an almost obsessive immunity to beauty. When his peers fantasized about models in magazines when they were young, he thought it was vulgar. Later, when he became successful, many socialites and heiresses took the initiative to throw themselves at him, but he remained unmoved.

But now he finds that his so-called self-control, which he was so proud of, seems to be nothing more than that.

Jin Ran stood on tiptoe again.

To prevent his "prey" from escaping, he even reached out and tugged at the collar of his shirt.

This time, she finally got to kiss those lips that looked so inviting.

Contrary to her expectations, Jiang Mingxu's lips were actually soft, like jelly, with a moist and watery feel, a stark contrast to his usual cold demeanor.

Jin Ran touched it a few times, then touched it again, gradually feeling a bit bored.

She insisted on a kiss, but once they actually kissed, she forgot what she was doing. Trying to pull away, she was suddenly gripped tightly around the waist, and in a dizzying moment, she was lifted and sat on the bar.

Then came a deluge of light pecks.

Jiang Mingxu broke his previous silence and took the initiative. His soft lips became sharp, and his aura was strong and domineering. At first, there was some awkward stumbling, but after Jin Ran unconsciously stuck out her tongue, the other party seemed to have learned something and applied it to other situations.

Jin Ran felt as if all the air around her had been sucked out, her legs went weak, she couldn't hear the air around her, and all she could hear were the chaotic breathing of others and the exploding heartbeat in her chest.

We're so entangled, it's hard to tell who's who.

later.

"Open your mouth."

As her chest heaved, her hands encircled the back of Jiang Mingxu's neck.

...

After an unknown amount of time, Jin Ran felt that the water in her mouth had dried up and she was a little thirsty.

She resisted and pushed the person in front of her away. Jiang Mingxu stepped back, but didn't let go, half-embracing her, his breathing low and heavy: "What's wrong?"

"thirsty."

Jiang Mingxu paused, got up to pour her water, but after everyone left, Jin Ran actually picked up the wine glass again and drank from it.

One mouthful.

Another bite.

Seeing that she was drinking more and more, Jiang Mingxu, who had just returned with water, had to quickly take away the glass: "Stop drinking, you're drunk."

Jin Ran retorted, "I'm not drunk. I fall asleep when I'm drunk. Look, I'm not asleep now, am I?"

Then she complained, "Hmph, it's just a little bit of your wine, how stingy! You drank so much of mine!"

When did I drink yours?

"Just now! It was snatched from my mouth!"

Jiang Mingxu: "..."

He was taken aback for a moment, but judging from her expression, she didn't seem to have that kind of intention.

My temples throbbed, and I told myself not to stoop to the level of an alcoholic, but I coaxed him like a child: "If you want to drink, you can do it another day, like when we come back from Yushan."

These words reminded Jin Ran. She paused for a moment, then suddenly remembered that she had a schedule for tomorrow: "Oh right, I have to get up early tomorrow."

She immediately deflated like a punctured balloon, became quiet, and drowsiness washed over her. She covered her mouth and yawned, but even so, she did not forget her previous agreement.

She sat at the bar and reached out her hand to the man: "Carry me back."

What else could Jiang Mingxu do but pick the person up and carry them up the stairs step by step.

Fortunately, the third floor was quiet, and there were no more embarrassing scenes of unexpected encounters.

After placing Jin Ran on the double bed in the bedroom, Jiang Mingxu adjusted the room temperature to a comfortable level and carefully tucked her in.

Standing by the bed, he looked down at the woman sleeping on it. Her cheeks were still flushed, and her slightly swollen lips were parted, revealing a few pearly teeth. He reached out to brush away the stray hairs from her forehead, but stopped just before he touched her.

In the end, he did nothing but gently close the door, and instead of returning to the bedroom, he went straight to the study.

He didn't turn on the light, and just sat there quietly until the outside was bright, the sky broke and dawn came to the land, and the faint sounds of people walking and talking could be heard outside the villa.

When the servants working at the villa arrived, he finally moved his numb legs, got up and walked out of the study, instructing the housekeeper to wake the two of them in advance, as he was going out for a while.

The housekeeper initially thought it was a work-related matter, but Jiang Mingxu didn't call Xiao Sun; instead, he drove away from the villa alone.

The sun gradually climbed higher into the clouds, and more people appeared on the streets.

Jiang Mingxu walked inside, led by someone else.

“When he first arrived, he was defiant and kept saying that he had powerful connections. But after we explained the law to him, he calmed down.”

"Thank you for your hard work."

"It's not hard work, it's all about serving the people. Besides, your uncle isn't innocent." The policeman's expression was meaningful.

Stepping into a visiting room, an iron fence divides the space in two. Through the glass partition, you can see Jiang Dasheng already waiting on the other side.

Upon seeing him, Jiang Dasheng immediately put on a bitter face: "Mingxu, it's all a misunderstanding! I only agreed to go with those people because I heard you were there. We're family, you can't be so heartless!"

No matter what he said, Jiang Mingxu remained calmly seated outside. The metal bench was cold and covered with scratches. He was dressed in a formal suit, a world apart from the hysterical Jiang Dasheng.

As he spoke, Jiang Dasheng's tone grew softer and softer until he finally fell silent.

Jiang Mingxu remained unmoved: "You can say these things to the police. If there are no problems, they will let you go."

Jiang Dasheng had tried it, but it didn't work. What happened at the Jin family banquet was a minor matter, but the reason the police detained him was a case he had committed a few years ago: "Mingxu, I am your uncle. If it weren't for me, would you have been able to get married and live such a good life now?!"

“One should not forget one’s roots. What happened back then was that woman’s problem, it has nothing to do with us!” He rolled his eyes, his voice carrying a hint of coaxing, “You have a new wife now, so I’m sure my niece-in-law doesn’t know about those things. Don’t worry, as long as you let your uncle out, your uncle will definitely keep an eye on that woman and prevent her from coming to you!”

Finally, Jiang Mingxu reacted.

He slowly raised his eyelashes, his dark eyes looking over with a half-smile.

"You want to use the same tactic a second time?"

The man's gaze was light and casual, yet it felt like a thin blade pressed against his throat. Jiang Dasheng suddenly felt a chill run down his spine and couldn't say a word.

Never before had Jiang Dasheng realized that Jiang Mingxu was no longer the naive young man they could manipulate.

Watching that receding figure, his legs went weak, and he collapsed to the ground in despair.

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At eight o'clock, the sun broke through completely.

The sun was shining brightly, and the sky was cloudless—perfect weather for an outing.

Jin Ran was dizzy and lightheaded after a hangover, and her temples felt like they were being pricked with needles.

But none of that mattered. What mattered most was that upon waking, she remembered what had happened last night: "…………"

Aaaaaaah!

What on earth did she do? Who gave her the audacity to forcibly kiss Jiang Mingxu?!

Unlike the accidental one last time, this was a real kiss, lips touching lips, tongues entwined, and I even initiated the kiss!

Has she gone mad, or has Jiang Mingxu gone mad, or has the world gone mad?!

Jin Ran couldn't believe her memory and rolled around frantically on the bed, from left to right, from front to back, not even hearing the housekeeper knocking on the door to inform her.

She admitted that she did have some improper thoughts about Jiang Mingxu's good looks, but she never dreamed that it would develop into such an awkward situation!

Just as I was rummaging around trying to roll the memories out of my mind, someone pushed open the door.

Jin Ran, who was hanging upside down by the bed, met Jiang Mingxu's gaze as he came in to call for help.

"..."

Jiang Mingxu coughed lightly, as if this posture was so commonplace: "It's getting late, let's go downstairs for dinner, and I'll take you to the airport later."