Chapter 37 Passion and Abstinence
As early winter arrived, the north wind howled, and the temperature in the Southern Continent plummeted. The winter sunset seemed to have little effect in warming her up. Jiang Qingying hugged her cashmere coat tightly, the cold wind making her short hair extremely messy, and her breath instantly turned into white mist that lingered around her face.
She was dressed in a black and gray outfit: a white sweater underneath, black wide-leg pants, a light gray cashmere coat, and black velvet high heels. Her short, neat hair and exquisite makeup made her stand out in front of the "Sijiu" bar, a professional look that seemed completely out of place with the lively, celebratory atmosphere inside. She had just finished a business negotiation. At the negotiating table, she held a high position, facing her relentless competitor with an unwavering composure and natural superiority. She had used her silver tongue to silence her opponent, leaving no room for retreat.
Jiang Qingying pushed open the door and entered the private room. Nan Chun and Lin Tingwan had already drunk several glasses of wine.
"You're always the last one to arrive."
Jiang Qingying sat down next to Lin Tingwan and replied, "Your sister has to work. I just finished work, and I came as soon as you called. Look, I didn't even have time to change my clothes."
Lin Tingwan downed a glass of wine, looking sullen, and said, "Fine, I'll forgive you this time."
Jiang Qingying and Nan Chun exchanged a glance. "What's wrong? Did you have a fight with Song Mingxu?"
"I don't want to marry him!" Lin Tingwan pouted, as if she had suffered a great injustice.
Nan Chun reminded her, "You've said that several times already."
Lin Tingwan immediately exploded, "This time is different. I've been living with him recently, and I've discovered a lot of problems with him."
Jiang Qingying leaned back on the sofa and slowly replied to her, "What's wrong?"
"Nagging!" Lin Tingwan sighed heavily. "One minute she's saying my shoes are left lying around, the next she's saying I shouldn't squeeze toothpaste from the middle, it's not very neat."
"Most importantly, we have different preferences. He likes mint-scented shower gel, while I like fruity scents, and that's how we started arguing."
Jiang Qingying and Nan Chun stared at the increasingly agitated man, suddenly unsure of what to say.
"They started arguing over a bottle of shower gel?" Nan Chun asked incredulously. "Can't you use yours and he use his?"
"Is this all about a bottle of shower gel?!" Lin Tingwan exclaimed. "Why can't he give in to me?!"
"Are you sure he didn't go easy on you?" Jiang Qingying asked abruptly.
Lin Tingwan hesitated for a moment, then said somewhat hesitantly, "In the end, he gave in, but he was unwilling."
Nan Chun took a sip of her drink. Her initial interest in gossip had vanished, and she couldn't muster any energy. Like Jiang Qingying, she was spacing out on the sofa. "I seriously suspect that you invited us here today just to show off your love."
"This isn't showing affection at all," Lin Tingwan said, feeling wronged.
Nan Chun gave her a disapproving look. "Isn't this just you sharing your daily flirting routine?"
"I...I didn't, this is really infuriating, okay?" Lin Tingwan struggled desperately, "If you don't believe me, ask Qingying."
Jiang Qingying hadn't said anything until she was called on. She lazily raised her eyes, her voice relaxed and weak: "What does this have to do with me?"
"Don't you and Lu Jinyuan ever have awkward moments?" she asked.
"No." Jiang Qingying yawned. "We usually don't see each other at home. When we do meet, we only talk about work."
Lin Tingwan looked disgusted. "Are you roommates?"
Jiang Qingying thought for a moment, "Pretty much, but more like a legal...friends with benefits?"
Lin Tingwan: "..."
When the conversation turned to some risqué topics, Nan Chun's interest in running away from home returned, and she asked with great interest, "So how often do you guys hook up?"
"..." Jiang Qingying paused, not expecting her to speak so bluntly. Facing the two people's probing and curious gazes, she calmly uttered two words: "Not many."
Lin Tingwan: "How much is 'not much'? Once a day?"
Jiang Qingying was speechless. "Do you think this is like clocking in for work? And every single day?"
Nan Chun laughed so hard she almost fell over, "This indirectly reveals that someone does this at least once a day."
Lin Tingwan blushed deeply, patted Nan Chun's arm, and growled shyly, "Are you trying to kill me?!"
Nan Chun dodged her attack and continued to press Jiang Qingying, "So how often exactly?"
Jiang Qingying lowered her eyes, calculating in her mind, "About... five or six days?"
As soon as she finished speaking, the private room fell into a long silence, with only Jiang Qingying's light laughter: "What are those expressions on your faces?"
Nan Chun: "You live under the same roof, seeing each other every day, and this is all you've got?"
Lin Tingwan: "Exactly, isn't passion the most important thing, just like you said before?"
Jiang Qingying fell silent.
"Passion is the most important thing" is true, but one shouldn't be too obsessed with lust. She and Lu Jinyuan are both busy, often having to travel for work. When they're not traveling, Lu Jinyuan has many social engagements, and he usually gets home later than her, often after she's already asleep.
If he dared to wake her up and do *that* while she was asleep, she would definitely kick him out of the house.
So, in the few months since they got married, they haven't been together very often, averaging about once every five or six days.
"I see!"
Lin Tingwan's sudden outburst startled Jiang Qingying, who was deep in thought. Jiang Qingying chuckled and asked, "What do you know?"
Lin Tingwan cast a thought-provoking glance at her, her tone quite strange: "You're a passionate type, while someone else is an ascetic type."
Jiang Qingying was stunned, unsure of what to say.
Does being a "celibate" person necessarily mean being abstinent?
No, that's all superficial. The ascetic type is just a disguised person wearing a monk's robe.
Food and sex are human nature. Human beings are all the same in essence; once they have tasted the forbidden fruit, they will become greedy, and insatiable desires are an inevitable result.
However, upon closer examination of Lin Tingwan's words, it seems to suggest that she is sexually unsatisfied.
Thinking of this, Jiang Qingying sighed helplessly, rubbing her forehead. It really wasn't as Lin Tingwan had said.
Although they didn't do it frequently, one of them was like a Nanfu battery, each time stronger than the last. She knew she was already crazy in some way, and some people were even crazier than her. Every time she could last until the end, she wanted to give herself a round of applause and praise.
Seeing that she had nothing to say, Lin Tingwan became even more certain of this statement.
Jiang Qingying was too lazy to refute. Besides, what could she say? Even her closest best friend couldn't say too much.
She's still quite thick-skinned.
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