Chapter 14 Did you sleep well last night?
Jin Changyu waited patiently until the woman's breathing became calm and steady before slowly turning his head to look at her.
Once he was sure she was asleep, he picked up the air conditioner remote from the bedside table and turned the temperature down several degrees.
Less than five minutes...
The woman over there then stirred.
Jin Changyu lay on his side facing her. In the dim moonlight, he saw the woman first curl up under the covers like a little shrimp for a while, then grope around and turned over, half asleep, and moved toward him.
Once her hand touched the heat source, she skillfully snuggled into his arms.
Jin Changyu smiled slightly, lifted the pink blanket off her and threw it aside, then wrapped the soft, clinging girl to him in his own blanket.
That slender, soft, white hand, as if it were equipped with a GPS device, landed precisely on his pectoral muscle.
This is her usual sleeping position.
Jin Changyu gently wrapped his large arm around her slender waist, lowered his eyes and gazed closely at her sweet, rosy face as she slept soundly.
Smelling her familiar scent, my heart, which had been empty for more than half a month, finally felt truly filled.
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Sang Qian slept soundly through the night.
In her hazy state, she felt a comfortable and familiar touch on her hand. Her fingers unconsciously clenched, and she felt the firmness of the muscles. Her eyebrows twitched, and she suddenly opened her eyes.
What came into view the next second—
It's a man's sexy Adam's apple.
Sang Qian's pupils dilated, and her mind instantly cleared.
Realizing something was amiss, she swallowed hard, stiffly looking up...
What came into view was the handsome face of a man fast asleep.
Sang Qian took a deep breath, then looked down and realized that she had somehow crawled into someone's bed and was now pressed tightly against their chest.
how so?
Last night she solemnly warned people not to cross the Chu River boundary, but when she woke up, she snuggled into someone's arms?
This is so embarrassing.
Sang Qian secretly held her breath, quietly pulled off the blanket, and then tiptoed away from Jin Changyu's embrace. Only when she reached the edge of the bed did she breathe a sigh of relief, and then hurriedly ran to the bathroom after getting out of bed.
The moment the bathroom door closed, the man on the bed slowly opened his eyes.
Looking at the closed bathroom door, Jin Changyu raised an eyebrow in a good mood.
Sang Qian stood in front of the bathroom sink, splashing cold water on her face, but her face still felt burning hot.
Staring at her flushed face in the mirror, she could only tell herself: it wasn't that she still had lustful thoughts towards him; it was just a muscle memory habit.
After all, in the two years of their marriage, whenever Jin Changyu came home for the night, she would almost always fall asleep in his arms.
Especially after intense sexual intercourse, Jin Changyu would take the initiative to gently hold her in his arms and let her sleep.
In those tender moments, Sang Qian would often have the illusion that he must also have some feelings for her.
But now I realize it was simply because he was rational enough to separate love from sex.
Even if he doesn't like her, he can still become obsessed with her and frantically take from her.
She was merely a source of comfort during the period when his beloved was not by his side.
In other words, even if he had married someone else back then, he would still have obtained this kind of physiological need from that person.
It has nothing to do with liking or loving.
It's just sex.
Thinking of this, Sang Qian stared at herself in the mirror for a moment, then lowered her head and kept splashing cold water on her face to wake herself up.
After washing up, I came out and saw that Jin Changyu had already gotten up.
Good morning, did you sleep well last night?
Sang Qian looked away. "It's fine."
The man nodded. "I also think you slept quite well."
His words carried a deeper meaning, and Sang Qian, feeling somewhat guilty, changed the subject:
"Go wash up. We'll be going to the cemetery after breakfast. I'll go down first to see if there's anything I can help prepare."
"good."
After Jin Changyu went into the bathroom, Sang Qian changed her clothes and went downstairs.
Upon entering the main house, one sees Sang Jingshan and Sang Zhiming preparing items for the worship ceremony.
"Good morning, Second Uncle."
Without even glancing at Sang Zhiming, she walked straight to Sang Jingshan and asked, "Is there anything I can help you with?"
Feeling ignored, Sang Zhiming recalled what Sang Qian had said last night, and his heart ached again.
"No need, no need. Your dad and I have almost finished. You go have breakfast with Changyu first."
Sang Qian took a paper figure from his hand and placed it aside. "He hasn't come downstairs yet."
"Cough cough..."
A cough came from behind him. Sang Jingshan turned around and saw Sang Zhiming clutching his chest and coughing with a frown.
"Girl, there's a lot of stuff here and the air is stuffy. Help your dad out to rest for a while."
Sang Qian didn't even turn around to look. "He has feet."
"You silly child."
Sang Jingshan tapped her forehead lightly and whispered, "Go and call Changyu downstairs for breakfast, and help him out while you're at it."
Sang Qian always listened to her second uncle, and since he had spoken, she didn't want to offend him.
He said "Oh," put down what he was holding, and turned to touch Fusang Zhiming's arm.
After leaving the main house, they helped the person to a stone bench in front, and Sang Qian immediately let go and left.
"A-Qian".
Sang Zhiming called out to her.
Sang Qian turned around and looked at him calmly, "Is there anything else?"
Sang Zhiming said with a guilty look on his face, "Dad... I know you have a lot of grievances against me in the past."
In fact, he could sense that Sang Qian had become increasingly distant from him in recent years.
When she was little, she would put a lot of effort into making exquisite handmade gifts for him on his birthday, just to win a word of praise from him and more fatherly love. But she doesn't know when it started, she no longer attends his birthday parties or says "Happy Birthday" to him. Yet, she travels a long way back to celebrate her second uncle's birthday.
Now she rarely even gives him, her father, a smile or a proper look.
When she said last night that "my second uncle is closer to me than my own father," he suddenly realized that his daughter was no longer someone he could forgive and forget just by showing a little fatherly love.
“I know you mind that I’m nice to Manrong, but it’s only because her parents are gone and she’s all alone and pitiful, so I take extra care of her.”
“How could she be pitiful? With you and her aunt around, Xu Manrong has both parents.”
Sang Qian scoffed coldly and said indifferently, "Unlike me, I lost both my parents a long time ago."
Sang Zhiming was so shocked by her words that his eyes widened. "How come you're both dead? I'm perfectly fine, aren't I?"
Sang Qian looked at him with cold, mocking eyes. "Are you my father?"
Did he ever give her fatherly love?
Sang Zhiming's pupils trembled violently. "Yes... I neglected you before, Aqian. I promise you, I will make it up to you from now on..."
"Give me a break."
Sang Zhiming, who had been interrupted, stared at her blankly.
Sang Qian glanced at him coldly and said sarcastically, "I'm already an adult, do I still need your cheap and useless fatherly love?"
During her childhood, when she lost her mother and was weak, helpless, and fearful, he didn't give her the father's love when she longed for it the most.
When Zhang Shuli and her son, along with Xu Manrong, bullied her openly and secretly, he tacitly approved, and even sometimes helped them. He didn't treat her like a daughter.
Now that she has the ability to support herself, and is even considered a high-status marriage in his eyes, with immeasurable value to him, he comes to talk to her about so-called fatherly love.
What a huge joke.
Since Sang Zhiming married Zhang Shuli, she has become an outsider in their newly formed family. Zhang Shuli found her an eyesore, so Sang Zhiming distanced himself from her. Later, Sang Yulong was born, and Sang Zhiming, who had a son, became even more indifferent to his daughter from his previous marriage. Two years later, Xu Manrong, whose parents had died unexpectedly, was brought to live with the Sang family by Zhang Shuli.
In an effort to win over his new wife, Sang Zhiming extended his affection to Xu Manrong, treating her like a daughter, forgetting that he also had a biological daughter who had lost her mother.
Every winter and summer vacation, Sang Zhiming and his wife would take Sang Yulong and Xu Manrong abroad for vacation. Whenever that happened, Zhang Shuli would urge Sang Zhiming to send Sang Qian back to the countryside.
So for so many years, Sang Qian spent her summer and winter vacations, as well as Chinese New Year, with her grandparents and second uncle in her hometown.
Fortunately, her grandparents and second uncle all doted on her.
Only in her hometown can Sang Qian truly feel the love of home and family.
As for Sang Zhiming's home, after she inherited her mother's shares at the age of eighteen, she bought an apartment and moved out, never to return for another day.
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