Chapter 48 Qingyun's legs went weak when she saw him.
The gauze curtains swayed in the wind, and moonlight streamed in, casting long, overlapping shadows of the two people.
A faint rose fragrance filled the air, making even the moonlight seem enchanting.
The girl by the window had her eyebrows furrowed tightly, her eyes glistening with tears, and her long, thick eyelashes trembling violently.
Rong Chengzhou didn't rush to answer her, but instead leaned down slightly, getting closer to her.
"Hiss—" Jiang Mingxue gasped in pain, her red lips turning white from biting them: "Rong Chengzhou!"
In such a setting, an angry voice inevitably carries a hint of coquettishness.
His strong chest pressed against hers, and the man's burning lips kissed the girl's fair back, sucking gently and leaving a bright red mark above her shoulder blade.
His slightly rough palm covered her lower abdomen, gently stroking it.
He always answered her questions.
This time, however, he didn't say a word.
The lamplight outside the window flickered even more violently.
Reflected in the shimmering lake, the night breeze stirs up waves one after another.
They gave her no chance to catch her breath.
Like a waterlogged sponge, it was incredibly soft, yet its upper lips were parched and dehydrated, slightly parted in a desperate attempt to draw in fresh air.
The air inside was thin, so she reached out to open the window.
However, his hands and feet were weak and he couldn't muster any strength.
Rong Chengzhou, standing behind her, also kept a close eye on her movements. He placed one hand on her waist and raised the other hand to hold her hand as he slowly opened the window a crack wide enough for one person.
A gentle night breeze blew in, and the cold wind made her shiver slightly.
She stood at the boundary between ice and fire, suffering from both torment.
Oxygen filled her nostrils, allowing her to catch her breath for a moment.
But only for a moment.
The next second, my vision blurred instantly, completely obscured by the dampness.
Jiang Mingxue cried out in pain, "Rong Chengzhou!"
How many more haven't come in yet?!
The man's thin lips were pressed tightly together, and the veins around his temples were clearly bulging. His voice was restrained and hoarse, as if it had been rubbed against sandpaper: "I'll be gentle."
He had already deliberately reduced the amount, but she still felt pain.
The stray hairs on her forehead were damp with sweat; she had endured it.
He hasn't even used half of the strength he usually trains for.
She was drowning in the surging waves, or as if she were trapped in soft clouds. Tears fell from the corners of her eyes onto the man's muscular arm, but she couldn't bring herself to tell him to stop.
Consciousness is like a crumpled piece of paper, with clear pain and vague softness intertwined, making it impossible to tell whether to push it away or cling closer.
It turns out that sex and love are so contradictory.
Her trembling voice faded into the mingled breaths; she was like a glass bottle half-filled with seawater on the beach, completely out of her control.
Jiang Mingxue was weak and powerless as he pressed her against the French windows, her mind filled with regret for deliberately provoking him.
It's as fierce as a sea lion; there's no sign of it being weak.
With her remaining consciousness, she thought for a few seconds, then turned her head, her voice trembling slightly:
"Rong Chengzhou, were you already better a long time ago?"
It's impossible for someone who has just recovered to be in this state.
Unless it has been a long time since the illness was cured.
A very soft chuckle came from above her head, followed by another close approach, and she couldn't help but let out a muffled groan.
Rong Chengzhou leaned down and whispered in her ear, his hot breath brushing against her earlobe and neck, a sensation that was both tingling and ticklish, causing her body to tremble.
His voice was deep and seductive, carrying a lingering hint of amusement:
"Peipei, you don't really think it's because of your medicine, do you?"
A deep, hoarse sound rolled out from her chest, making her collarbone tingle slightly. The breathy sound brushed against her earlobe, burning hotter than her sweaty skin.
The affectionate reduplicated words came from his mouth, each sound tinged with a languid heaviness.
Jiang Mingxue never imagined that the first time he would call her by her nickname would be in such a setting.
Her eyes widened slightly, and she turned her head in surprise, asking, "...How did you know?"
She was always very careful when decocting the medicine, doing it herself. How could he have discovered it?
Rong Chengzhou gripped her waist, his breathing steady: "Taking medicine when you're not sick can have side effects."
Jiang Mingxue swayed unsteadily, her words incoherent: "But you...aren't you sick?"
"After holding it in for so long, I'm definitely going to get sick."
Jiang Mingxue was bewildered by him: "...Are you sick or not?"
His lips curled slightly, as hard and hot as volcanic rock: "Don't you know best whether I'm sick or not?"
"Ah—" Jiang Mingxue was so shocked by the impact that she lost her voice, feeling like she was about to burst. Her soft voice trembled with tears, "I know you're not sick, please get out a little..."
Rong Chengzhou simply softened his movements: "Just bear with it."
Jiang Mingxue: "...Rong Chengzhou, you're not human!"
The man gently bit her earlobe: "Peipei, I've already been very restrained."
"Waaah..." Jiang Mingxue's uncontrollable groans were replaced by sobs. She was about to cry. At this moment, she regretted feeding him medicine for a month and finally burying herself in the pit.
"Why did you ask me for that kind of medicine when you're not sick, and you even said you can't have children?"
He caused her to misunderstand for so long, and then added fuel to the fire, ultimately burning himself to death.
“I don’t know how you and Ms. Ren came to this conclusion. The reason I don’t get married or have children is simply because I don’t want them to become widows of martyrs. It was easy for me to die, but it’s hard for those who survive, including you.”
"......."
Her oxygen-deprived brain barely managed to function at that moment. Jiang Mingxue blinked slowly twice before she could figure out what had happened.
First, Madam Rong, out of concern, misunderstood Rong Chengzhou. The woman, unaware of the true situation, in turn deepened Madam Rong's misunderstanding. The two misled each other, ultimately framing Rong Chengzhou with a fabricated illness. She even refused to give Rong Chengzhou a pulse reading, trusting that Madam Rong wouldn't harm her own son.
Jiang Mingxue prided herself on her medical skills being among the best of her peers, but now she has truly stumbled because of her own husband.
Rong Chengzhou didn't even give her a chance to reflect, his calloused face rubbing against the embers of the cold peak, his forceful tone carrying a threat:
"Peipei, concentrate."
"..." As if a tingling electric current flowed through her limbs and throughout her body, Jiang Mingxue bit her lower lip hard. "...I feel like I'm having a really tough time right now."
The man's lips curled slightly, he chuckled briefly, and then sent her into the higher clouds.
The lake outside the window soaked the night into a dark velvet cloth. The distant lights fell into the water and intertwined with the shadows of the clouds, making it impossible to tell whether the clouds were in the water or the water was soaking the clouds.
A cool night breeze blew in, the clouds stirred, and the lake rippled in response. The ambiguous shimmering light on the water's surface broke and merged, merged and broke again, like a broken murmur, tossing and turning in the night, finally merging into the breath of the water and clouds.
......
Jiang Mingxue didn't know how she ended up in bed or how she got the sheets wet.
All she knew was that from the time she finished showering at eight o'clock last night until the next few hours, she was so exhausted that she fell into a deep sleep, only to be woken up by him countless times.
A tingling sensation spread through her collarbone. Exhausted, she closed her eyes, tilting her head back slightly, her voice barely a whisper: "Rong Chengzhou... I have to go to work tomorrow..."
The man leaned over her, his wisps of hair obscuring his unreadable expression, and said without even looking up, "Yes, it'll be over soon."
Jiang Mingxue: "......"
It was almost dawn.
......
The next day, the alarm clock rang countless times in the early morning, but Jiang Mingxue didn't hear it and slept until almost eight o'clock.
Rong Chengzhou originally wanted her to rest for a day, but fearing it would interfere with her work, he still called her name symbolically.
"Can we skip going to the clinic today?"
He sat on the edge of the bed and gently patted her.
Jiang Mingxue felt like she hadn't slept at all all night; her eyes were so heavy she could barely open them. She asked groggily, "What time is it?"
Rong Chengzhou raised his wristwatch: "7:40."
Jiang Mingxue instantly woke up and sat up abruptly in bed.
I felt like I'd been beaten up, my bones felt like they were about to fall apart. I put on my shoes and tried to stand up, but my thighs were sore and I lost my balance, falling backward.
Rong Chengzhou reached out to support her: "If you can't go, don't force yourself."
Jiang Mingxue looked up and glared at him, her bloodshot eyes filled with resentment that had been building up all night.
"Get out, I need to change my clothes."
Rong Chengzhou glanced at her new nightgown and asked, "Are you still going to avoid me now?"
Jiang Mingxue followed his gaze and looked down, only to find that the white nightgown from last night had been changed into a black V-neck lace camisole dress, which was prepared for her by Madam Rong. She had been too embarrassed to wear it out, but Rong Chengzhou had helped her wash and change clothes afterward and had actually chosen this one.
Her exposed fair skin was covered with bright red marks, starting from her earlobes, spreading to her collarbone, down to below her collar, and even on the exposed half of her thighs... It's easy to guess how many more marks were hidden under the thin fabric of her nightgown.
"Given your current state, you'd better rest at home for a day." The instigator not only showed no remorse but even casually reminded him.
"......"
Jiang Mingxue was at a loss for words.
She has always been kind to people and rarely had conflicts with anyone, let alone cursed at them. But now she wished she could find someone to curse Rong Chengzhou to death for her.
Her expression was huffy, and her cheeks were flushed red. It was hard to tell whether she was shy or angry. Rong Chengzhou couldn't help but chuckle.
"Alright." He pinched her cheek, stood up calmly, and said, "If you don't want me to see, I'll just leave."
Jiang Mingxue stared straight at him as he closed the door before letting out a breath, then got up and changed her clothes, holding onto the edge of the bed.
As I bent down to pick up the ring, I caught a glimpse of the familiar rectangular box lying on the bedside table.
The last time I saw it, it was unopened. I thought it was impossible to finish such a big box, but now I've used almost half of it in just one night.
This is a super-sized box containing 18 pieces.
There were clothes scattered all over the floor, a white carpet stuck together, and a bed sheet soaked with sweat...
My face flushed just thinking about what happened last night.
Jiang Mingxue banished those annoying images, hurriedly washed up, skipped dinner, grabbed her makeup bag and went out. She sat silently in the passenger seat, using concealer to cover the red mark above her collar.
Rong Chengzhou didn't disturb her until she got out of the car, when he handed her the sandwich he had packed from home before leaving: "Remember to eat breakfast."
Jiang Mingxue stared at the sandwich for two seconds before taking it expressionlessly, saying "I'm leaving" and getting out of the car.
Rong Chengzhou watched her walk straight into the clinic, then slowly started his car and drove away.
It was past eight o'clock when Jiang Mingxue arrived at the clinic. She was unusually five minutes late, which surprised everyone: "Sister, are you sick?"
Jiang Mingxue pursed her lips and said, "...Yes, I caught a bit of a chill last night."
"Sister Ming, why did you decide to wear makeup today?" Xu Yan noticed the foundation on her face. To avoid color differences, she had applied foundation to her face as well when covering her neck.
"..." Jiang Mingxue was speechless again. She turned her face away to change her clothes without showing any emotion and said calmly, "The cosmetics are about to expire."
"Oh." She said it with such conviction that Xu Yan didn't doubt her. "I see."
Jiang Mingxue hurriedly changed her clothes and went to the consultation room to see the patient.
Fortunately, apart from standing while administering acupuncture, she spent most of the time sitting, which allowed her to recover a little.
She hadn't slept much all night because Rong Chengzhou had kept her up, and her eyelids were drooping with sleep during the day when she was seeing patients.
Fortunately, there were fewer patients today, so I wasn't too tired.
Jiang Mingxue forced herself to finish seeing the last patient, changed her clothes, and went home.
Because I didn't want to see Rong Chengzhou, I didn't ask him to pick me up today and planned to take a taxi home by myself.
Just as she was about to step out the door, she saw that familiar, tall figure leaning against the black SUV, waiting for her to get off work.
With broad shoulders and a sturdy build, he casually tucked one hand into his pocket, tilting his head slightly to look elsewhere. His sharply defined profile was clearly visible, and the setting sun bathed him in a golden glow, making him appear to be shining.
What was supposed to be a beautiful and atmospheric scene turned into a moment when Jiang Mingxue unconsciously bent her knees and nearly lost her balance and fell over.
Xu Yan walked out of the clinic with her and quickly helped her up: "What's wrong, Sister Ming?"
Jiang Mingxue, supporting herself on Xu Yan's arm, managed to stand steadily: "I saw Rong Chengzhou."
Xu Yan raised an eyebrow: "What's wrong? It's only been a day since we last saw each other, and you're already this excited to see your brother-in-law, you almost tripped and fell flat on your face?"
"......"
Jiang Mingxue dared not speak.
She gets weak in the knees whenever she sees Rong Chengzhou.
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