Chapter 15 Do you have a goodnight kiss today?
A Thousand and One Nights Series Short Stories 3
Do you have a goodnight kiss today?
Sang Jie
01
Di Ling pushed the man who was still holding her and enjoying the afterglow.
It was not known whether the man did it intentionally or unintentionally, but she pushed him twice but he still showed no intention of getting up.
"Jiang Xingran," she frowned, "dead?"
The man then raised his head pretentiously, a smile flashing across his handsome face.
"Tsk," he shook his head, "you woman are really vicious."
"You're still touching it when it's poisonous," she rolled her eyes, jumped off the bed swiftly, and bent down to pick up the scattered clothes on the ground. "You should have died hundreds of times already, right?"
Jiang Xingran leaned lazily against the head of the bed, watching her put on her underwear and outer clothes in front of him at inhuman speed. Within a few seconds, she was standing on the floor in front of him, neatly dressed.
"Baby,"
He used his hand to smooth down his slightly sweaty hair and pointed at the dress she was wearing that had several knots and buttons. "Can you tell me why you can always get dressed so quickly?"
As a woman, she dresses even faster than men, which is a bit subtle.
Di Ling took a comb out of the bathroom and combed her long hair, which had just been a little messy, into a meticulous comb-over. Not even a single hair was sticking out. She gave him a dignified yet hypocritical smile and called him, "Dear."
Jiang Xingran felt a chill all over his body and rubbed his arms subconsciously.
"Haven't you heard that?" She picked up her phone and bag from the sofa next to her and said in a deliberately broadcasting voice, "If you get dressed quickly, your affair won't end."
Jiang Xingran: ...
"If you get out of bed, get dressed and leave at war speed, the chances of being caught in bed will be 50 percentage points lower," she said, walking to the bedroom door with her bag and raising an eyebrow at him.
He looked at her beautiful yet sarcastic face and jokingly said, "May I ask which expert said this?"
"I,"
She saluted him and walked out the door in a charming manner in her high heels.
Jiang Xingran watched her graceful figure disappear behind the door. The playful smile on the corner of his mouth froze for a second and then gradually grew bigger.
He sat alone at the head of the bed and laughed for a long time before he came to his senses and took his clothes into the bathroom to take a shower.
He often wondered what had gone wrong in him last month to get involved with this woman who had probably consumed hundreds of different poisons in her past life.
Oh, no, this madness hasn't finished yet. He is now poisoned and cannot survive without it.
...
At this moment, the Poison Girl was driving a tank-like SUV, racing herself into the most luxurious apartment in T City.
After parking the car in the garage, Di Ling played with the car keys in one hand and took the elevator directly from the garage to the top floor.
The elevator opened with a ding, and in front of her was the entrance and living room of her house. She took off her shoes and walked into the living room barefoot.
"You came home a little early today. Shouldn't midnight life just begin?"
In the magnificently decorated living room, a man in luxurious home clothes was sitting on the sofa with a newspaper in his hand. The man looked a few years older than her, with a gentle and elegant appearance, and delicate features.
"Oh, don't say such harsh words."
She sat down next to the man, then lay down horizontally, resting her head on the armrest of the sofa, and gently crossed her legs over the man's legs, "Husband?"
The man's hand trembled and he almost dropped the newspaper.
Di Ling burst into laughter without any dignity, "Hahahaha Pan Zheng, are you sick? Your hands are shaking when I call you husband?!"
Pan Zheng finally couldn't help but put down the newspaper in his hand and rubbed his eyebrows. "There are no outsiders here now, you don't need to play a role."
"Look at what you're saying. How could I be acting like this? Go look at the marriage certificate in the first drawer of the bedside table. It says in black on a red background that we are legally married. What's wrong with me calling you husband?" She was getting more and more excited by him. "If you want, we can have sex right here, right now, once, or even ten times."
When Pan Zheng heard this, he put down the newspaper, stood up from the sofa, and walked to a place ten meters away from her.
"Take two more steps back and you'll reach the balcony. Take care," she waved at him from the sofa. "As soon as you close your eyes, the title of the richest man in T City will fall into my hands."
Pan Zheng stood on the balcony with his arms folded and sneered at her, "Even if I go down, I will continue to come after you for the debt."
"I'm not afraid of ghost stories, thank you." She got up from the sofa swiftly, took an apple from the fruit bowl on the coffee table, and took a bite. "I've been reading The Grudge since elementary school."
He walked back a few steps and looked at her with a puzzled look, "Have you been looking for the same man all this time?"
"Ah," Di Ling bit the apple with a crunching sound.
He was a little surprised and looked at her without saying anything.
She ate half of it and looked back, "What? Are you jealous?"
Pan Zheng rolled his eyes. "I just think it disrupts your usual pattern of behavior. You've never done it more than once before."
"Do high-achieving rich people even have to observe other people's sex lives?" she retorted.
He sat back on the sofa in a bad mood and pushed her legs aside. "I just hope you don't get into trouble and get pushed off the top floor by your parents."
"Look at what you're saying, how awkward," she smiled. "Aren't we in the same boat? Do you think I'll let you live alone if my affairs are exposed?"
Pan Zheng: ...
"You're dreaming too much, my dear husband," she patted his shoulder soothingly. "If anything goes wrong, I'll definitely tell all your secrets about your bedroom to the gossip magazines."
Pan Zheng: ...
"I've also kindly included an exclusive recent photo of that handsome guy," she said, her eyes curved as she smiled, shaking her phone. "I'll look through it later. There might be swimsuit photos too. The last time we went to Fiji, I secretly took a picture of you two kissing on the beach."
Pan Zheng opened his mouth to say something. She was very sure that he wanted to say a swear word, but because he was so well-mannered, he couldn't say it even when it was on the tip of his tongue. He held it back with a pale face.
The expression on the face of our city's richest man was more interesting than that of an opera singer. Di Ling ate the whole apple with great interest, patted her butt, and left.
Just as she reached the bedroom door, she heard Pan Zheng add, "Have you figured out the background of this man you're with this time? Does he know who you are?"
Di Ling understood that Pan Zheng was worried that she might have some omissions. Although he had hidden her very well, many people still knew that she was his wife. If her romantic affairs outside were dug up and published in the newspaper by someone with ulterior motives, not only would it have a very bad impact on Pan Zheng, but her parents would also strangle her to death. So when she went out to have fun, she would usually look for some young man with a simple background and who had never seen the world, and spend a night with him. When he woke up, she would be gone, without taking away a cloud or leaving any clues.
"Well, it's just a small-time bartender who knows who I am," she waved her hand. "Don't panic. He still thinks I'm a pathetic, empty-headed woman whose husband is out with other women all day. Besides being pretty and having great sex skills, I don't have any other special skills."
Pan Zheng: ...
"Oh, he thought my name was Pan Jinxiao."
Pan Zheng: ...
**
Di Ling has a nominal position in Pan Zheng's company. It doesn't matter whether she goes to work or not. Her hobby is actually to be an amateur writer. Most of her time she is either writing at home or going out to have fun with young people, so her usual schedule is to go to bed late and get up late.
But Pan Zheng is the kind of elite who lives an extremely regular life. He goes to bed early and gets up early every day, and goes for a morning run. After the morning run, he comes back to take a shower, drink coffee and have breakfast. He is as refined as a prime minister. Sometimes Di Linglang comes back early in the morning and can even have breakfast with him at a time.
Many times, Di Ling looked at her own disheveled appearance and rude eating habits, and then looked at Pan Zheng opposite her, who was so handsome and neat that even a single hair was obedient. She would always sigh that God must have given birth to them with the wrong gender. She should have been a man, and he should have been a little princess.
Because she finished her meeting with Jiang Xingran early that day, she went home early, which was a rare occasion for her. She did not stay up late at night. The next morning, she heard Pan Zheng's noise outside while half asleep, so she got up too.
When Pan Zheng saw her appear in the living room, his expression was as if he had seen a ghost. "...Are you sick?"
She rolled her eyes, sent a WeChat message to Jiang Xingran to arrange a meeting time in the evening, and gave him the middle finger.
"What do you want to eat?" He was harsh in his words, but he still got up and went to the kitchen to make breakfast for her.
"A bowl of noodles with two eggs, please," she said, sitting down at the dining table and reading the menu loudly with her back to the kitchen. "Love you."
Pan Zheng replied from a distance, "Get lost."
A message from Jiang Xingran happened to pop up on WeChat, saying that he had something to do and couldn’t meet tonight.
She was a little surprised, wondering if she had left in such a hurry yesterday that she hadn't considered the little wolfdog's feelings. They had been meeting almost every night for a month, and this was the first time they hadn't seen each other in person.
After thinking for a moment, she replied: "Do you have a dog outside without telling me?"
Jiang Xingran: ...Do you think this is appropriate?
Di Ling: That’s right. I’ve only favored you recently. I’ve forgotten how long it has been since I fucked the same man in the face.
Jiang Xingran: Be good, let’s do it tomorrow.
Di Ling: Are you sure there is no dog outside?
Jiang Xingran: Which woman has your ability?
Di Ling: That’s right.
Jiang Xingran: ...Pan Jinxiao, could you please be a little more restrained? Can you be less shameless?
Di Ling: No, hehe.
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