He was even jealous of her colleagues who got to see her every day.
If Jiang Ci is willing, he is willing to build her a golden cage, he is willing to feed her with his blood, offer her everything, and lick her stingy outstretched feet.
God knows how much he didn't want Jiang Ci to go to New York.
But he can't.
Zhou Mingli knew that feelings could never bind Jiang Ci.
Once Jiang Ci's initial fervor faded and her gaze shifted elsewhere, she realized that he had locked her in place, and abandonment was inevitable.
Zhou Mingli cautiously concealed the dark secrets that were not meant to be told to outsiders. The only thing he could do was to make more money and turn the 11,000-kilometer distance into 13 hours.
This would allow him to travel from Beijing to New York City, where he could see her in just thirteen hours.
Zhou Mingli's knees pressed against Jiang Ci's, watching her tremble in his arms, and he said with absolute certainty.
"you love me."
"Jiang porcelain".
He had seen Jiang Ci not love him.
She wouldn't mind her parents calling her and telling her to come home and spend more time with Zhou Mingli.
A night of intense sex wouldn't affect her being able to leave the country for business the next morning full of energy.
She would only treat his carefully prepared gifts as insignificant things and pile them aside.
She coldly withdrew from his lingering kiss, her breath perfectly steady as she made a phone call.
She wouldn't explain to him who that damned, scheming, attention-stealing little bastard who was always fawning over her, trying to seduce married women and steal Jiang Ci's attention, and who should just disappear from this world.
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