Chapter 54 If you indulge your arrogance, are you a pervert?
Xie Qingci still found it unbelievable, "But...didn't you go back to Hong Kong Island to work back then?"
Liang Jingzhuo nodded, "Yes, but it didn't go smoothly at first. The protests were too loud, so I resigned, went to Boston to study for an MBA for two years, and then came back."
Xie Qingci suddenly remembered the resume that Ke Meng had shown her after they met in Fushun Hutong.
At the age of 25, he chose to retire gracefully, resigning from his position as CEO of the group and leaving behind all his honors to pursue an MBA in the United States.
At the time, Ke Meng said he couldn't understand why someone would step down at the height of their fame, and wondered what they were thinking.
So, was it at that time?
When you feel lost, step back, take a moment to reflect, and start afresh.
Liang Jingzhuo held her hand and kissed her forehead. "So, my little mentor, how come you taught me, but then you're backing down yourself?"
I had already planned to divorce him from the very beginning of our marriage.
If she hadn't been feeling unwell today, he would have been absolutely furious.
Hsieh Ching-Tzu had her own considerations regarding this matter. "Actually, it wasn't like that. At first, you said you didn't like being forced, and you didn't seem very interested in our marriage."
What kind of decent person would tell their blind date that they don't like being forced into something?
Doesn't that mean they're inherently unwilling?
Liang Jingzhuo seemed somewhat helpless. "Did I also say that I was very satisfied?"
Indeed, Xie Qingci later automatically ignored this sentence, thinking he was referring to her appearance.
Although she wasn't narcissistic, she knew that her appearance was unlikely to displease anyone.
"Furthermore, when I said I don't like being forced, I meant I don't like being forced in this way. Meeting you is not within the scope of being forced, otherwise I wouldn't have agreed to meet you."
Simply put, it's the two meanings of language that create two different contextual understandings.
With such a reasonable argument, Xie Qingci was speechless, but still wanted to argue a little more, "Are you really not being forced? Aunt Ali said you didn't want to go on blind dates before."
How could she suddenly agree without external factors?
Liang Jingzhuo firmly denied it, "No, before I met you, my grandmother said something to me."
Xie Qingci tilted her head, her expression innocent and adorable. "What?"
Liang Jingzhuo smiled slightly, "Say that I held you at your full moon celebration. Let me see what the little girl I held back then looks like now."
"..."
What?!
Xie Qingci seemed to remember something, felt her cheeks getting hot, and looked away, saying, "Go away, I'm going to play on my phone, I'm not talking to you."
Grandma Zhuang's original words were: "You met me when I was little. You and your mother came back to see me. It just so happened that it was my little girl's one-month celebration. Her maternal grandmother sent me photos, and I even asked her if you wanted to have another little sister."
Liang Jingzhuo had no recollection of it; it had happened so many years ago.
Then the old lady said, "It's very beautiful! You'll see when you see it. Don't beg me to put in a good word for you with other people."
He found it amusing, chuckled helplessly, and replied, "We'll see."
Xie Qingci looked down at her phone, feeling that she couldn't have a serious conversation with this person.
Liang Jingzhuo looked at her, then raised the corners of his mouth and kissed her lips.
Upon contact, Xie Qingci stepped back slightly, her cheeks flushed, and whispered, "I have a cold."
He cupped her face in his hands and brushed his nose against her small nose. "We've already done more intimate things. If it was going to spread, it's already spread."
After saying that, he pressed his lips to hers again, regardless of the risk of infection, and gently sucked on her tongue.
Xie Qingci would still unconsciously hold her breath during kissing, as if she were drowning and unable to breathe on her own.
Liang Jingzhuo knew she hadn't learned it yet, and released her just before she could stop breathing.
With his eyes lowered, he lightly pecked her wet, red lips twice, his voice slightly hoarse, and said, "Then it's my turn."
Xie Qingci's mouth was open, and she was breathing heavily. The boundless restlessness caused by the kiss surged up in her throat. She suddenly felt like drinking water and turned her face slightly away. "What is it?"
He tucked a stray hair behind her ear. "What happened with your senior? Did you contact him afterward?"
"..." Xie Qingci turned her head to look at him, finding him somewhat amusing. "Aren't you being petty... He's really just an ordinary senior. We met after university, but we haven't kept in touch."
I've explained it all, but it's like you didn't listen.
Liang Jingzhuo looked at her calmly, "Then how did you know he went abroad on exchange during his junior year?"
"The school has a public notice board."
He raised an eyebrow. "You still pay attention to his public notice list?"
"..."
For the first time, Xie Qingci didn't know what to say. She blinked at him, giving him a look that said, "What do you want me to say?"
Liang Jingzhuo composed himself and changed the subject: "So you said you admire him, why?"
Xie Qingci didn't think there was anything to hide, and frankly said, "I think he's very amazing. He's always first in the grade and always wins competitions."
As soon as he finished speaking, the person in front of him frowned. "But so am I."
Xie Qingci knew, of course, that she had seen his wall-to-wall display case of honors at the Liang family mansion that day.
She pursed her lips and blinked. "Then—should I express my admiration for you?"
Liang Jingzhuo remained silent.
This rhetorical question lacks any sincerity.
She laughed, leaned over and kissed him on the cheek, whispering, "Even an admirable senior wouldn't do something like that."
His cold expression softened slightly, and he asked her again, "Do you like his appearance?"
Her roommate also said that if she had been interested in dating back then, he wouldn't have been a part of the relationship.
This question really stumped Xie Qingci. She couldn't deny that in the first twenty years of her life, her aesthetic preferences did indeed lean towards a more delicate and understated look.
"That's not entirely true..."
The gaze of the person in front of him deepened slightly.
She suddenly felt a little guilty, "It's not his appearance, but..." a whole series of appearances.
Before she could finish her sentence, she felt guilty and couldn't say it, so she decided to shift the focus, "It's like, you have aesthetic sense too, right? You also have a preference for the appearance of the opposite sex, right? Bright and beautiful? Sweet and charming?"
But the people around him weren't buying it at all, saying bluntly, "I don't know, I haven't noticed, I just like your looks."
"..."
The conversation was going nowhere.
She pursed her lips tightly. "Okay, I did like men with a gentler appearance before, but that was only in terms of appearance. It doesn't mean I would like someone just because they look like that."
After saying that, she reached out and pinched his chin, turning his face slightly. "Similarly, just because someone like you looks doesn't mean I won't like them."
After saying that, looking into his not-so-happy eyes, she said sincerely, "I like you."
Although he already knew the result, Liang Jingzhuo couldn't help but feel his heart flutter once again at her expression.
"I'll contact Ms. Zhuang tomorrow."
Xie Qingci hummed in response, "What do you want?"
He looked at her and said seriously, "I'll send you photos of me up until I was eighteen."
Why eighteen? Because he only cooperated with Ms. Zhuang until she turned eighteen. After that, no matter what, he would no longer obediently stand there to take pictures for her.
"..." Xie Qingci witnessed the power of a man when he got serious for the first time, and helplessly replied, "...Okay."
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When Xie Qingci left the hospital after finishing her IV drip, it was still snowing, and she was once again wrapped up like a dumpling by Liang Jingzhuo.
The protest was ineffective; I had to wait until I got in the car and the air conditioning was preheated before I could take it off.
As Xie Qingci left the hospital parking lot, she looked up at the snow shadows falling rapidly under the streetlights from the passenger seat and muttered, "Perfect weather for hot pot."
Liang Jingzhuo glanced at her sideways and asked, "Shall we eat tomorrow?"
She turned around. "Is it okay?"
Since I met him, it seems he never eats these kinds of things.
Seeing the surprised and expectant look on the person in front of him, Liang Jingzhuo smiled and replied, "Okay."
Back in Fushun Hutong, this time they left through the garage without disturbing Aunt Wen.
After changing his clothes, Liang Jingzhuo took out the cochlear implant thermometer and took Xie Qingci's temperature again.
The time I took her temperature before she went out, it triggered an alarm, which startled him.
Xie Qingci didn't protest and obediently stuck out her ear so he could measure it.
The high temperature had subsided, but he still had a slight fever. He put down the thermometer and said, "Let's check again tomorrow to see if the fever is still there."
Xie Qingci nodded obediently, then realized something very important, "If I still have a fever, can I still eat hot pot?"
He looked at her and solemnly declared, "Clear broth is acceptable."
What's the point then?
So, hoping that her fever would subside by tomorrow became Xie Qingci's last wish before going to sleep.
A person with a slight fever is like a small furnace; even when held in one's arms, they still feel hot. Liang Jingzhuo doesn't sleep very soundly, so her temperature needs to be checked again almost every hour, and she needs to be asked if she wants to drink water.
Xie Qingci was fast asleep when a thermometer was suddenly shoved into her ear. She buried her face in his chest and rubbed against him, her voice soft and muffled as she expressed her dissatisfaction, "It'll be the same if you take my temperature again tomorrow morning."
Liang Jingzhuo kissed her gently, saying, "I'm worried you'll have another high fever."
Finally, around 5 a.m., Xie Qingci's fever completely subsided and her temperature returned to normal. Unfortunately, she developed a stuffy nose.
I can't smell anything at all, and I can't even taste anything when I eat.
It snowed all night, so Aunt Wen didn't go out in the morning. She prepared the ingredients at home and made breakfast for them.
Knowing that Xie Qingci had a cold, they specially cooked ginger soup. The strong ginger aroma wafted out, but Xie Qingci couldn't smell it at all.
She didn't realize it until Liang Jingzhuo reminded her that the cup contained ginger soup, but she still decided to try it.
If you can't smell it, you can only taste the spiciness, which is somewhat tolerable.
Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows of the reception room, winter snow was falling softly in the courtyard. Liang Jingzhuo sat on the sofa, looking at his computer, working.
Xie Qingci held her cup and huddled in another corner of the sofa. Little Ju hadn't seen her for several days and nestled in her arms, refusing to come out. The remaining three little ones were either sitting or lying around her.
Seeing her sticking out her tongue and frowning, Liang Jingzhuo smiled and said, "If you can handle it, drink more."
Xie Qingci shook her head repeatedly, "No, I can't drink it."
He put down his cup and mischievously switched their cups, drinking the warm water from his cup.
“You drank it.” Then, in a very unreasonable manner, she made her demand.
Aunt Wen didn't know she didn't eat ginger, and she had already cooked it. She didn't want to disappoint her, but she really couldn't bring herself to drink it.
Do not do to others what you would not have them do to you.
Liang Jingzhuo glanced at the cup that was pushed in front of him, but didn't mind. He put down his computer, picked it up, and drank it.
Before Xie Qingci could react, he leaned over and kissed her lips. He drank the ginger soup, but the spicy taste still lingered on his lips and tongue.
The tip of his tongue probed inside, and Xie Qingci wanted to scream, but it was pushed even deeper.
Little Orange and the three little ones were so frightened by the sudden appearance of this "huge creature" that they scattered and climbed onto the cat tree, peeking out with their little heads to observe alertly.
With the back of her head resting on the sofa armrest, her back was unsupported and she was starting to feel a bit weak. Her neck was starting to ache. Xie Qingci reached out to push the person on top of her, but he remained unmoved, reaching out to support her back and continuing to suck her tongue.
Taking a breath, she bit the tip of her tongue that was lurking deep inside her mouth.
The bite wasn't hard, but it still hurt a little. Liang Jingzhuo let go of her and looked down at her. "Where's your puppy?"
Xie Qingci slid off the back of the sofa and lay down, pulling the blanket to cover the lower half of her face. The half of her face that was exposed was rosy, and she retorted, "You still kiss the puppy."
Liang Jingzhuo laughed in exasperation, looking at the person hiding beneath him, with only their eyes showing, and recalled the warm, soft touch in his arms when he woke up this morning.
She went to bed too late last night and didn't get enough sleep. She whimpered and snuggled against him, saying she didn't want to get up.
The feeling of his chest being filled with softness made him reluctant to leave.
He pulled the blanket off her face and continued kissing her, saying, "Kiss the puppy too."
The moment their lips met, Aunt Wen walked in from outside the reception room. "Sir, Miss Xie, noon..."
When Xie Qingci woke up in the morning, she said she wanted to have hot pot for lunch. Aunt Wen thought she would come over and ask what ingredients she needed to prepare. The snow had lightened a bit, so she went out to buy them.
As soon as I stepped inside, I froze for a moment and hurriedly turned around.
Xie Qingci nimbly kicked the person off her and scrambled up from the sofa. "Aunt Wen... what's wrong?"
Aunt Wen turned her back, looking somewhat at a loss. "Let me ask what ingredients you want for lunch. The snow has lessened now, and I'm just about to go out to buy groceries."
Xie Qingci put on her slippers, glanced at the snow outside the window, and saw that it was indeed much lighter than before. "You should rest for a while. We can go by ourselves later."
Aunt Wen replied, "Okay!" and hurriedly went out.
Watching Aunt Wen walk out, Xie Qingci turned to look at the person she had kicked aside; his expression didn't look too good.
She recalled the spot where she had kicked him, then slowly shifted her gaze to the front of his trousers, pausing for a moment before asking, "Didn't...damage it?"
She remembered that her kick wasn't very hard.
Liang Jingzhuo reacted quickly and dodged when her kick came flying at him; otherwise, it would have been hard to say what would have happened if he had actually taken the kick.
He looked at her and said, "I don't know. You'll find out once you've recovered from your cold."
"..." For the first time, Xie Qingci hoped that her cold wouldn't get better so quickly.
Last night when she had a fever, she thought it was because of the high fever that her legs were weak. When she woke up this morning, she still felt weak and realized that it had nothing to do with the fever at all.
So she negotiated with him, asking if they could change their position later, because she couldn't kneel any longer.
He said seriously, "I've tried it; you'll find it hard to achieve in other positions."
After saying that, he gave his final conclusion with a research-oriented mindset: "Your body also prefers this position, and you seem to prefer a deeper one over a lighter one."
Regardless of what she said, he only considered her physical reactions during the act.
"…………"
At that moment, Xie Qingci blushed so much she wanted to bite someone.
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When I went out, the snowfall had completely subsided, leaving only fine snowflakes floating in the air. After a heavy snowfall, the world was a vast expanse of white.
Xie Qingci decided to walk over, since she already had plenty of ingredients at home and only needed to buy some seasonings for hot pot for lunch and a small amount of meat.
Traffic jams are common near Fushun Hutong on weekdays, and with snow today, it will be even more difficult to travel.
Liang Jingzhuo seemed to distrust her and said, "If you can guarantee you won't eat the snow, we'll walk there."
Xie Qingci was about to retort, asking when she had eaten snow, when she suddenly remembered some fragments from last night and instantly fell silent, her eyes darting around guiltily, "Only puppies eat snow."
Liang Jingzhuo picked up a scarf and wrapped it around her neck, replying, "Yes, only puppies eat snow."
"..."
Learning from their previous experience shopping at the supermarket together, Xie Qingci didn't ask any questions this time. As long as she didn't ask, he could eat very well. But if she did ask, he would reveal a whole bunch of dietary restrictions.
I bought a little bit of each of the vegetables, seasonings, meat, and fruit. When I went to the cashier to pay, the person next to me reached for the shelf again.
Xie Qingci glanced at him, "Is it necessary to bring some every time?"
I haven't finished using the ones I bought before.
He took two boxes of the unscented version they had been using before, saying, "It's safer to use the regular version."
Although her fever yesterday was unrelated to allergies, it's still best not to try new styles casually.
Xie Qingci glanced at what he was holding, gritted her teeth, and whispered, "Then we don't have to keep buying ultra-thin ones, do we?"
In the later stages of each session, she always mistakenly thought he wasn't wearing it.
The person next to me placed the items in their hands firmly on the cashier's counter, their eyes holding a knowing look. "You also prefer the ultra-thin ones."
He could tell that she would be more sensitive when using this particular product.
"..."
That's enough, that's really enough!
-
Xie Qingci finally got to eat hot pot, but she lost the ability to taste it, so it was no different from not eating it at all.
After finishing her meal, she squatted down and played with Little Orange and the three kittens. Since she couldn't get a good meal herself, she gave them extra food, adding an extra cat treat to each cat.
Liang Jingzhuo brought over a water glass and called her name: "Xie Qingci".
She turned to look over. "Hmm?"
He reminded her, "Take your medicine."
The traditional Chinese medicine, even with added sugar, still didn't taste very good. Xie Qingci had taken it once in the morning, but she was inherently averse to it; she had hated taking medicine since she was a child.
She wrinkled her nose and tried to negotiate with him, "Could we skip one meal?"
The person holding the cup answered very firmly: "No."
After saying that, he kissed her forehead and coaxed her, "You can skip a meal tomorrow if you feel better."
Although she was very reluctant, Xie Qingci still picked up the cup, held her breath, and drank it all in one gulp.
After handing the cup back, she buried her head in the blanket on the sofa and said, feigning anger, "I hate you!"
Liang Jingzhuo chuckled, pulled the blanket off her head, and kissed her lips, which still tasted bitter from the medicine. "I hate it, but I want to take medicine too."
Xie Qingci was shocked and covered her mouth as she backed away, her eyes secretly glancing towards the door. "Are you a pervert? You're not allowed to kiss me outside of the room anymore."
Aunt Wen suddenly appeared in the morning, scaring her to death.
Liang Jingzhuo braced one hand on the back of the sofa behind her. "Is it okay to do this in the room?"
She nodded.
He nodded: "Okay, let's go back to the room now."
"..."
She didn't go back to her room, but she still couldn't escape the "pervert's" kisses.
If Liang Jingzhuo's intimate contact with her before was within the bounds of restraint, then now he has completely let loose.
Xie Qingci suddenly regretted what she had said to him yesterday.
After they reached a mutual understanding, they seemed to become more sensitive to each other, and a single kiss could trigger an intense heat.
After the kiss ended, Xie Qingci blushed deeply and hid against the chest of the person in front of her, "What are you doing...?"
Liang Jingzhuo kissed her ear and rubbed her waist with his hand, knowing her reaction.
The underfloor heating in the house was on full blast. Xie Qingci, wearing a long dress, felt his burning palms on her calves. She bit her lip and pushed his arm away, saying, "No."
Where is this? How could this happen?
He kissed her reassuringly, "It's okay, Aunt Wen is taking a nap."
She pressed her fingertips together, pressed her knees against his, clutched his clothes, buried her face in his neck, and sobbed silently.
...
After it was over, Xie Qingci hid in front of Liang Jingzhuo and refused to come out. With their bodies pressed together, she could feel the changes in his body.
He asked in a low voice, "Do you want to... go and take care of this?"
He stroked the hair behind her ear, turned his head and kissed her, "No need, it'll be fine in a little while."
After saying that, he chuckled and teased her mischievously, "Or you could help me if you're willing."
He thought she would call him a pervert, but to his surprise, she raised a pair of bright, watery eyes from in front of him, blushing, and said, "I don't know how... can you teach me?"
Last time, she was so focused on when he would finish that she didn't remember the steps at all.
The person in his arms had misty eyes. Liang Jingzhuo was stunned for a moment, stared at her for a while, and suddenly felt a dry mouth.
As the curtains slowly closed, he bent down and kissed her, taking her hand at the same time, guiding her and teaching her.
For the first time in twenty-eight years, he somewhat shamefully allowed himself to succumb to his desires, yet felt no remorse.
The woman in his arms was his wife; he had every reason to indulge in this.
...
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