Chapter 60 Indulging Your Pampered Nature "Husband..."
Xie Qingci closed her eyes and focused for a while before suddenly waking up from her drowsy state.
Didn't you say you weren't coming back?
As her mind gradually cleared, she slowly opened her eyes and turned to look.
Only a small bedside lamp was on in the room, and the light was dim. Liang Jingzhuo was about to turn off the light when the person in front of him suddenly turned around.
He stopped moving. "Did I wake you?"
As they spoke, Xie Qingci caught a faint smell of alcohol. Instead of answering, she asked, "Why are you back?"
She asked him this morning, and he said he wasn't coming back. Just now, at the dinner party, Ms. Zhuang asked him again, and he said he wasn't coming back either. Now, he's suddenly reappeared.
He looked at her, paused for two seconds, and replied, "My dad drank too much, so I brought him back."
Before leaving the dinner, Ms. Zhuang specifically instructed Liang Junshi not to drink too much, but he is now furious in his room.
"Hmm..." Xie Qingci responded, glancing at his eyes, which were showing signs of slight intoxication. "You've been drinking?"
She remembered that although he had drunk alcohol before, she had never seen him drunk; he always drank only a little.
Liang Jingzhuo lay down, pulled the person in his arms closer, pressed his nose against the back of her neck, kissed her gently, and replied, "Mmm."
His breath was a little hot from the alcohol, and it tickled the sensitive skin on the back of my neck. "Will you have enough time tomorrow morning?"
Didn't I say there's a very early meeting tomorrow? It's too late to get there from the Liang family mansion.
As soon as he finished speaking, he reached under her neck, cupped her cheek with his palm, turned her face back, and planted a burning kiss on her.
A muffled reply came: "Leave early, you'll make it in time."
With her face supported and her neck tilted back, Xie Qingci felt a little breathless. Just as she was about to turn around, the hand around her waist slipped under her clothes and gently massaged the soft flesh of her waist.
Setting fires in all directions was too obvious. Just as she was about to lose her breath again, the person behind her flipped over and climbed on top of her.
Her boiling body temperature penetrated the thin fabric of her pajamas and pressed against her. Her breathing had returned to normal, but she felt as if her situation had become increasingly unpredictable.
My consciousness was hazy, the blankets were bulging, and the temperature was frighteningly high.
The arms, like quietly growing vines, had somehow climbed up the shoulders and back of the person on top of them.
Her skin was sweaty and clung to her pajamas. The kiss on her lips momentarily shifted, tracing a path down her cheek to her ear.
"who I am?"
A deep, slightly panting voice rang in my ears.
Xie Qingci couldn't stand people talking in her ear, especially when it was accompanied by pecking kisses.
A tingling, itchy sensation washed over her. She squinted, turned her head slightly, and softly called his name, "Liang Jingzhuo..."
Her soft, sweet voice trembled with a hint of unbearable strain, whether in response to his question or an attempt to stop his malicious kiss, it was unclear.
The person on top of her arched their back, slightly raised their head, and kissed her lips again, whispering, "No..."
Her lips were sealed with a kiss, rendering her speechless. Xie Qingci's mind was foggy and sluggish as she tried to think until the kiss reached the corner of her lips. She finally managed to utter, "What?"
She didn't understand what he meant by asking the question at all. Could it be that he had been possessed and that the inside and outside of his body were not the same person?
Liang Jingzhuo propped himself up, spread his legs, knelt on either side of her body, and began to take off his nightgown.
He looked down at her, raised his hand and unbuttoned the buttons on his chest one by one, his movements fluid and without a trace of drunken hesitation.
With the last button undone, he turned around, took off his shirt, threw it behind him, and leaned down to kiss her again.
Xie Qingci lay on the bed, her mind wandering, watching him take off his clothes and then watch him throw them away.
As her mind cleared from the hazy kiss, she watched as the pajamas he had taken off flew off the edge of the bed and landed on the floor.
She glanced at the person who was bending down to kiss her again.
?
Why am I being so unrestrained today?
In the past, even when I was in a hurry, I would always take off my clothes properly and make thorough preparations.
Before I could even think, a kiss broke through the barrier of my lips and teeth and entered my mouth.
As they breathed, the lingering smell of alcohol seemed to intoxicate her as well. Her palms were sweaty as she pressed them against his equally hot chest. A large palm landed on the back of her neck, pressing her even closer into the already inescapable space. She could even feel the tension and firmness of his hand and forearm as he applied pressure.
Xie Qingci tilted her head back to receive the burning kiss. Her mind was too hazy to think clearly, so she decided to ignore it for the time being.
Who knows if he was drunk and said something incoherent?
Her slender arms wrapped around the neck of the person on top of her again, and she returned his kiss.
Although she felt that the two days of close contact here were a bit too frequent, she couldn't resist his affection; it was a strange chemical reaction.
A soft little tongue touched hers, and she unusually took the initiative to kiss him back. But Liang Jingzhuo suddenly withdrew his entwined tongue, propped himself up, looked into her eyes from a fist's distance, and asked again, "Who am I?"
The sudden pullback from the kiss left Xie Qingci momentarily stunned, her lips turning crimson and her eyes slightly unfocused.
She breathed softly, suppressing the rising heat, tilted her head, her hazy eyes as if she had just woken from a long dream, not yet aware of reality, and did not understand what he was saying.
The soft pillow supported the head of the person beneath her, whose long, glossy black hair was spread out on both sides in a slightly messy manner. Her gaze was so alluring, like a little fox that had just crawled out of its den.
Liang Jingzhuo resisted the urge to kiss her again, brushed aside a strand of hair clinging to her cheek, his chest heaving with breath, and traced the glistening wetness on her lips with his fingertips, as if tapping at her chaotic thoughts, and continued to ask, "Xie Qingci, who am I?"
My mind, which is usually a bit slow in this regard, was like a pond where duckweed had been washed away, revealing a clear and lucid train of thought.
She called him softly, "Husband..."
His eyes were still dazed and confused when he spoke, as if he hadn't thought about it at all, but had called out the name a thousand times with such familiarity and clarity.
A soft, gentle sound entered his eardrum, vibrating and causing his throat to tighten for a moment. Liang Jingzhuo smiled slightly and responded with a soft "Mmm".
He cupped her face and continued kissing her.
He guessed that the person who had spoken to her at the banquet was the senior she had mentioned.
She introduced him as "my husband," which wasn't wrong in itself, but it always felt a bit distant, too formal, and he didn't like it.
Thinking back on all this time, except for when she was in Jingzhao, she was worried that her friends would say something on the phone that he shouldn't hear, so she preemptively said, "I'm with my husband." Otherwise, she had always called him by his name.
Although it sounds nice when she calls him by his name, it's still not the same.
Tonight at the banquet, after Ms. Zhuang led Xie Qingci away, Deng Bo'an arrived late with his girlfriend. After greeting everyone around, they finally found him and came to greet him.
In his memory, Deng Bo'an had countless girlfriends. He didn't participate in his messy private gatherings; he had only met them in this kind of setting. There were also many others he hadn't met, and the total number must be considerable.
The young woman, in her early twenties and a junior at the University of Hong Kong, had a bright smile on her face. When she heard that they were going to talk about work, she let go of Deng Bo'an's hand and said that she was going to check out the snacks at the bar and that Deng Bo'an should come find her after he finished talking.
Before parting, they shared a sweet, intimate kiss on the cheek. Deng Bo'an pinched the other's cheek and said indulgently, "Go on."
The little girl smiled sweetly, said, "I love you, my husband," and then turned and walked away, lifting her skirt.
His brow furrowed immediately. "You're getting married?"
Deng Bo'an picked up a glass of champagne, took a sip, and said frankly, "I'm not getting married."
He knew this; Deng Bo'an was against marriage. He could date, but he would never get married.
He casually withdrew his gaze. "So what do you call each other?"
She started calling him "husband" directly.
Deng Bo'an looked him up and down as if he were from ancient times. "Seriously? It's normal to call dating this now, isn't it? Are you even a modern person?"
He expressed his incomprehension and disrespect, his gaze falling on a figure socializing with Dr. Campbell in the hall, saying, "Then you must have a rich marital history."
"..." Deng Bo'an was speechless. "Pet name, nickname, do you understand?"
He doesn't understand, and he doesn't want to understand.
Deng Bo'an glanced at him and raised an eyebrow. "So what did you and your little wife call each other when you were dating? Did you just call each other by our first names?"
During the dating period?
He thought about it for a moment. If the brief month and a half they spent together before registering their marriage could be considered their courtship period, then they did indeed address each other by name.
He didn't think it was a big deal; they weren't husband and wife anyway, so calling each other by name was normal. He replied, "Mm."
Deng Bo'an nodded, seemingly unconcerned, agreeing that this was indeed his style. "And what about you now? You're not still just calling each other by name, are you?"
He paused for a moment, then looked away from the room.
Deng Bo'an knew what was going on from his reaction, and couldn't help but laugh out loud. He nodded to show his understanding: "Okay, no problem."
"What does it matter?" He had never thought about it that way. He just felt that Xie Qingci's way of calling him sounded nice, and it was a different feeling from when other people called him.
This question doesn't express indifference; it genuinely asks what the difference is.
Deng Bo'an pursed his lips, raised the cup in his hand to the people passing by who were greeting them, and continued, "It doesn't matter. It's just that as feelings grow, couples will most likely change how they address each other."
As he spoke, he patted him on the shoulder, "Of course, there's nothing wrong with calling him by his name; it's very formal and official."
After speaking, he put down his glass, glanced at his girlfriend next to the bar, and said, "Huh? I don't see the proprietress. She's not here?"
He paused for a moment before replying, "I'm going back."
Deng Bo'an was shocked: "So early?"
He glanced at him indifferently, "You're too late."
The party is already halfway over, and they're still saying it's early. I don't know where they get the nerve to say that.
Deng Bo'an smiled and said, "There's nothing I can do about it. It's the honeymoon phase. You have to understand."
After saying that, he put down his wine glass and said, "Then you can continue to be a 'lone wolf' here. I'm not keeping you company anymore."
After Deng Bo'an left, he finally understood why he had felt that strange feeling when Xie Qingci introduced him as her husband.
Too official, too formal, not intimate.
In addition to what Deng Bo'an said, as feelings deepen, one will change how they address their partner. He called her Yao Yao and Baby, although not in everyday situations, but it was similar.
She said she liked him, but she never called him anything else.
As he was thinking this, someone came to talk to him and raised their glass to toast him, and he drank a little more than he should have.
Of course, no one reminded Liang Junshi to drink less, but he was better off and not drunk; he was still able to get out of the car and go back to his room while fully conscious.
Xie Qingci didn't think before she uttered that name, and her gradually boiling body temperature didn't give her a chance to think it over further.
The kiss grew more and more passionate, like a red-hot iron thrown into water, sizzling and steaming, raising the temperature of the surrounding water, bubbling and billowing, white mist drifting and rising endlessly into the air, creating a boundless illusion between reality and illusion.
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Xie Qingci was woken up early by kisses; gentle, soft pecks on her ears and cheeks pulled her from her dream.
She turned her head away slightly, then opened her eyes sleepily. "What are you doing?"
She didn't know what time she went to bed last night; she was really tired.
A gentle kiss landed on her earlobe, and a soft, soothing voice whispered in her ear, "Get up and come with me, then go back to sleep."
Liang Jingzhuo decided not to leave her at the Liang family mansion for even a day.
Xie Qingci turned her head and saw that the person who had been whispering in her ear had finished washing and dressing. His hair was neat and tidy, and he was leaning over her with his hands on the edge of the bed.
She was mostly awake, and she didn't even know when he got up.
"What's wrong? Didn't you say you'd come back for dinner tonight and then we'd go back together?" That's what Ms. Zhuang said yesterday. "And Lexin also invited me out today."
Although I didn't know what we were going to do, the girl was acting suspiciously, saying she would take her to do something fun.
Liang Jingzhuo leaned down and gently kissed her cheek. "I know, Lexin doesn't live halfway up the mountain, so it won't affect your outings. I won't be back tonight."
Xie Qingci picked up her phone and glanced at the time; it was only seven o'clock. She lay back down, pulled the covers over her head, and closed her eyes. "But I'm so sleepy..."
Does this person have any self-awareness?
Didn't you keep track of what time it was last night?
Unlike him, she doesn't have high energy levels. She can't sleep so late and get up so early; she really can't get up.
“Sleep in the car, and continue sleeping when you get back. I’ll tell Aunt Li not to disturb you, and I’ll wake you up for lunch.”
Through the blanket, her head was nuzzled. Xie Qingci sighed, lifted the blanket, and pointed to her eyes.
It's acidic and dry; you can tell it looks terrible without even looking at it, and it's definitely red.
"Please, Mr. Liang, look at my eyes, aren't they ugly? Don't you know what time I went to bed last night?"
And it wasn't just her eyes that were tired and sore.
Thinking of this, she looked at the culprit by the bedside, "My legs are sore too, I can't walk."
Last night's battlefield shifted from the bed to the bay window, then slid onto the carpet, to the bathtub and shower, and finally to the window with the curtains drawn, and to the desk in the living room where he usually handled official business.
That's right! The desk, and the door in the corner where you can hear anyone passing by.
The entire bedroom, inside and out, has practically become a photo spot.
Seeing her puffed-up face, Liang Jingzhuo laughed and kissed her eyes, which were filled with reproach and anger. "Not ugly at all, very pretty. Shall I carry you downstairs?"
Xie Qingci was deflated and tried to negotiate with him, "How about I take a taxi back later? That way you won't have to take me back to the company, which is too much trouble. You're in a hurry, aren't you?"
As he spoke, his big eyes blinked repeatedly, as if he were genuinely considering the matter.
Liang Jingzhuo thought about it seriously for a moment, then nodded, "That seems to be true."
Just as Xie Qingci was beginning to hope that she could sleep a little longer, he looked over again and said, "But it's okay, I'm the boss, no one will say anything if I'm a little late."
"..."
In the end, Xie Qingci was still disturbed. She closed her eyes and went to wash up. Liang Jingzhuo followed behind her and grabbed her shoulder just as she was about to bump into the door frame, straightening her direction.
I walked up to the sink, handed her a toothbrush with toothpaste already squeezed into it, and watched her brush her teeth, wash her face, and do her skincare routine, occasionally lending a helping hand.
When we went downstairs for breakfast, Aunt Ali looked surprised and exclaimed, "Huh?" "Xiao Ci, why are you up so early too?"
Liang Jingzhuo had to get up early to go to the company. She was just unlucky. She forced a smile and said, "I remembered I forgot something. I have to go back."
Aunt Ali said "Oh" and glanced at Liang Jingzhuo beside her.
The latter lied without batting an eye, "She got a ride with me."
Who's hitching a ride this early?
Xie Qingci couldn't help but complain.
Aunt Ali replied, "Okay, I'll tell Madam later."
During breakfast, Aunt Ali finally noticed the dark circles under Xie Qingci's eyes and exclaimed, "Xiao Ci, did you not sleep well last night?"
Xie Qingci smiled and said, "I have trouble sleeping in unfamiliar beds."
As he spoke, he reached under the table and pinched the leg of the person next to him.
It's so annoying. They don't let people sleep and they wake her up so early.
Liang Jingzhuo was drinking fruit and vegetable juice when he was suddenly pinched. He paused for a moment, and the force was quite strong, but he endured it without showing any emotion.
Aunt Ali quickly turned around and went back to the kitchen. "Then I'll boil an egg for you. You can roll it on the way home."
Xie Qingci withdrew her hand and replied with a smile, "Okay, thank you."
Her sweet smile made it seem as if she wasn't the one who had just cruelly destroyed the flower under the table.
It took Liang Jingzhuo a while to calm down before the pinching pain in his leg subsided.
As Xie Qingci left the Liang family mansion, she held an egg that Aunt Ali had just boiled for her. She still felt very sleepy when she got into the car, and she felt like she could fall asleep the moment she closed her eyes.
As the car drove away from the door, she finally couldn't resist and decided to take a nap first. Her eye sockets were so sore that she had barely closed her eyes when her head was pulled over and touched the shoulder under the fabric of the suit.
Liang Jingzhuo whispered, "Go to sleep. I'll wake you when we get there."
Xie Qingci didn't move, she relaxed her strength, and responded with a soft "Mmm..."
In the short time it took Liang Jingzhuo to turn his head to grab a blanket, the person leaning on his shoulder had already fallen asleep. The hand holding the egg slowly loosened its grip, and the egg, shell and all, rolled onto the seat.
He glanced at the egg that had rolled away, picked it up, and looked down at the person who had already fallen asleep.
I'm really sleepy.
He smiled, covered her with a blanket, and gently touched her forehead with his head.
Xie Qingci slept the whole way, and the morning rush hour traffic was terrible. When she finally woke up slowly after a good night's sleep, she remembered that she was on the bus, opened her eyes and glanced out the window.
The car had stopped, but the parking lot outside was not the one downstairs from Liang Jingzhuo's apartment in Central; it was a completely unfamiliar parking lot.
Turning to look at the person beside him, he asked, "Where is this?"
Liang Jingzhuo picked up the blanket that had slipped off her and calmly explained, "It's in the company parking lot."
?
"After thinking about it, I think you should come to work with me today."
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Author's note: No big meal today, saving it for the wedding, we'll have a proper feast then. [doge][doge]
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