Chapter 38 Punishment
◎ "I'm attracted to you"◎
He had emphasized many times before that he did not treat marriage as a joke and would not divorce. In the days after marriage, his various behaviors showed that he was not a casual person.
What is real? What is illusion? Now he holds his own hand, which is real.
Her heart relaxed instantly. Jiang Siyue smiled brightly, shook his hand firmly, and said, "Why should I be afraid of you settling the score?"
"Just don't be afraid, I'll figure it out later."
“…”
After entering the house, Jiang Siyue felt inexplicably hungry, so she took a piece of mousse from the refrigerator and ate while chatting with the jewelry salesperson. They briefly discussed the plan, and more specific details required an in-person meeting, which was scheduled for this Sunday.
After finishing the chat, Jiang Siyue looked at her balance, hoping that the money would be available.
If it’s not enough... then Zhao Yan will have to bear with it.
I wasn't feeling sleepy, so I just turned on my computer and started writing my paper. The data I ran out recently were pretty good, so I just had to organize them a little and then paste them into the paper.
After finishing a few pictures, I stretched, packed my things and went to the bathroom.
In the bedroom, the cell phone on the cabinet was vibrating wildly. Zhao Yan, who was drying his hair, glanced at who it was and ignored it. The phone rang three or four times in succession, and the annoying ringing finally died down.
In the WeChat list, there were more than ten messages sent by Meng Ran. Zhao Yan glanced at them casually and roughly understood what the other party meant. In the end, it was all for Xie Xishu.
She'd recently been caught up in a counterfeit scandal and desperately needed a reputable brand to restore her reputation, and Linglong was the first choice. Xia Qingti hadn't mentioned the matter at today's banquet; it seemed the people below were still quite considerate and hadn't actually submitted a product promotion plan.
After several phone calls and continuous bombardment of messages, Zhao Yan, who had little patience for business, was now a little angry. Meng Ran on the other side seemed to be stuck in some kind of quagmire and continued to send messages.
Meng Ran: For the sake of our past friendship, just give her a hand. You don't have to do anything, just give her a title. You know, her family's life isn't easy; they rely on her to earn a living. Since this incident, no one is looking for her anymore, and she can't get any work done.
[Meng Ran: You spend lavishly on your wife, a woman you have no feelings for, so why aren't you more kind to Xishu, with whom you have feelings?]
Zhao Yan's eyes turned cold, and he called Meng Ran, saying coldly, "Linglong is pursuing a high-end luxury brand, and you want me to give her the title of an internet celebrity? And to promote products? What are you thinking?"
"She's an internet celebrity, yes, but she..."
"Meng Ran." Zhao Yan couldn't bear to listen any longer, and there was a strong warning in his voice, "We don't ask about business matters, you've crossed the line."
There was a long silence on the other end of the phone. Zhao Yan played with the ornaments on the table and said in a cold tone, "Meng Ran, if you like Xie Xishu, just pursue her yourself. Don't drag me into everything. I have a family and I'm not interested in getting involved in your affairs."
"I don't……"
"Also, stop guessing what I'm thinking." After Zhao Yan hung up the phone, he sent Xia Qing an email asking him to change the spokesperson.
The Meng family has a precious grandson who bravely ventures into the entertainment industry. Although her reputation is not good, Linglong also gave her the title of ambassador for the sake of Grandpa Meng. However, it seems unnecessary now.
Xia Qing, who was used to checking her email before going to bed, was shocked when she saw this email. Meng Qianqian had always been a well-connected person and had never been attacked by the entire Internet. Now, her boss suddenly discovered that she had evaded taxes, listed her as a risky artist, and terminated her contract early. The key point was that there was solid evidence.
In this magical world, once this news is released tomorrow, it will definitely cause huge waves.
…
The hair dryer placed in the bathroom suddenly disappeared. Jiang Siyue wrapped her wet hair and looked for the hair dryer everywhere in a bath towel, but she searched everywhere and still couldn't find it. She could only try her luck on the first floor.
The lights in the living room were rarely on. Jiang Siyue looked around curiously and found that Zhao Yan was cooking something in the kitchen, gurgling, and there was a faint fruity scent in the air.
Jiang Siyue was only wrapped in a bath towel, and her exposed skin was rosy. Water droplets on her hair flowed down her neck, one strand after another.
"What is this?" Jiang Siyue walked over, bent down to check the pot, and the grooves became more obvious.
Zhao Yan leaned against the table and said, "Hot orange tea, would you like some?"
The fragrance in the air was exciting, but drinking tea made me unable to sleep. I finally shook my head and refused, "Forget it. I can't sleep after drinking it. By the way, do you have a spare hair dryer at home?"
"In the closet."
Jiang Siyue glanced at the cabinet on the other side and turned to leave when a huge force pulled her back. The bathrobe that was not tied tightly to begin with loosened and Jiang Siyue quickly grabbed it as if she was facing a great enemy. Just as she was feeling relieved, Zhao Yan kissed her.
Zhao Yan held the back of her head and crushed it hard.
"Hmm."
The two of them kissed quite a lot, but every time it happened, the teasing of the tongue left her powerless to fight back. Her hand was suddenly grasped and held tightly, thus saving the precarious bath towel.
"My hair...is not blow-dried."
Zhao Yan left her lips, his hot breath still spraying on her neck, and her ears were filled with his clear panting.
"If I don't blow-dry my hair, I'll get a migraine."
The hand that was being held loosened.
"Squeamish" Zhao Yan's voice was a little hoarse, "Come here"
Jiang Siyue followed Zhao Yan to the sofa in the living room, where a new hair dryer was placed.
Zhao Yan plugged in the hair dryer and asked, "What wind speed do you usually use?"
Jiang Siyue hesitated for a second, then reached out to take it, "I'll do it myself."
After missing the opportunity, Zhao Yan walked around behind her, tested the temperature, and raised the hair dryer.
The temperature of the hair dryer was just right. He gently played with her hair, carefully and gently. With the monotonous sound of the hair dryer, Jiang Siyue's tension gradually disappeared, and she silently enjoyed his service.
Zhao Yan used the low setting, making little noise. Jiang Siyue felt the soft touch of his fingertips, her heart beating steadily yet powerfully. Their shadows were faintly cast on the floor-to-ceiling window. Zhao Yan held the hair dryer, his head slightly lowered, his posture very serious.
"Zhao Yan."
"Um."
She really wanted to ask him why he wanted to marry her, but she knew the reason for their marriage in the first place. For a risk-averse person, this question should not be asked no matter how she looked at it.
In the end, reason prevailed over emotion, "It's a little hot."
"Um."
His movements were gentle and comfortable, and after a while, he dozed off.
Her hair was already 80% dry. Zhao Yan put the hair dryer away and turned around to find that her head was tilted to one side. She had fallen asleep. Her black hair was scattered like silk, with a few strands swirling around and casually scattered on her collarbone.
Zhao Yan sat opposite her, looking at her sleeping face quietly.
Every time after attending a social event, he would feel unusually bad, and his body would feel as tired as if he had lifted weights all day. Meng Ran's news added fuel to his irritability, and his restless heart could not calm down. So he went downstairs to make tea, and watching the bubbles rise little by little, his restless heart would naturally calm down.
However, before the bubbles could rise, she quietly crashed in.
She shifted uneasily in her peripheral vision, a thin strand of hair hanging from the corner of her mouth.
Zhao reached out and peeled it for her.
While in a daze, Jiang Siyue felt a hand suddenly stretched out in front of her to hit her. She immediately felt dissatisfied and raised her hand to hit back.
“Snap—”
The crisp sound echoed in the room. Jiang Siyue opened her eyes and saw Zhao Yan's red hands.
“…”
Jiang Siyue took a deep breath, not daring to look at Zhao Yan's expression. She closed her eyes and pretended to sleep. After a while, she heard Zhao Yan's cold voice above her head, "Open your eyes."
After hesitating for two seconds, Jiang Siyue opened her eyes with an apologetic expression, "I thought you were going to hit me."
"Hit you?" Zhao Yan sneered, "I deserve to hit you."
He turned Jiang Siyue over, laid her face down on the sofa, and spanked her hard a few times. "You added me on WeChat and didn't let me see anyone. Now I'm being spanked and I'm pretending to be asleep. How many more spanks do you think is appropriate?"
Alright! The final account is settled here. Jiang Siyue twisted her body, broke free from his hands, raised her head, and explained sincerely: "It was all a misunderstanding. My junior brother did that to send photos, and not letting you see anyone was also a special case. And when I hit you just now, I thought I was dreaming."
Jiang Siyue grabbed his clothes and tugged gently, "It really was all a misunderstanding. I promise it won't happen again!" Quietly observing his expression, Jiang Siyue moved her feet out, "It's late, and we have four classes tomorrow. Let's go to bed early."
"Four classes." Zhao Yan grabbed her arm, his eyes dark. Her arm was tightly held by him, and he stared at her with an aggressive look, and all his sophistry disappeared in an instant.
"There's no early morning, so it's time to go to bed early."
He deliberately emphasized the word "sleep", and an alarm bell instantly rang in Jiang Siyue's mind. The next second, a dense stream of kisses fell. Jiang Siyue grabbed his clothes, tilted her head back, and her thoughts were intermittent.
Zhao Yan laid her down on the sofa, leaned over slightly, buried his head, and gently brushed his soft lips against hers, causing her to tremble unconsciously wherever they passed.
Glancing at the hair dryer on the coffee table, Jiang Siyue suddenly regained her composure and said, "Go back to the bedroom."
His body was suspended in the air, and no one cared when his slippers fell to the ground. Jiang Siyue clung to his neck tightly, not knowing where she was.
In the room, Jiang Siyue fell into the soft quilt, and the question appeared in her mind again, becoming clearer and clearer, making it impossible to ignore it.
If it was going to happen at one o'clock tonight, she wanted a clear beginning and end.
Under the layers of kisses, Jiang Siyue's hoarse voice became more charming, "Zhao Yan, why do you want to marry me?"
Her neck felt itchy, and she unconsciously shrugged and tucked her shoulders together, saying in a trembling voice, "Why me? Or...anyone can do it?"
Zhao Yan stopped.
His heartbeat instantly reached its peak, time seemed to slow down, and it was very tiring. He began to regret the latter sentence. If it was just the first sentence, Zhao Yan could probably use it as a reason to repay a favor, but with the latter sentence, there was only yes and no left.
No matter what the answer is, this question will probably become a thorn in your heart in the future.
Fear gradually eliminated my curiosity, and I couldn't help but laugh at myself: Jiang Siyue, Jiang Siyue, you really like to dwell on trivial matters and end up messing things up.
"no."
The distance between them was very close, and she could see the emotions in his eyes at a glance.
"Because I'm attracted to you."
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