Chapter 21 "I'll let you play, Yangyang."...
Jiang An knew he had no father from as far back as he could remember. As for when he found out, it was when the children in town called him "Mo Da" (meaning "no father" in the local dialect). Due to malnutrition, he was smaller than other children his age. The lack of local and educational resources led to many people's closed-mindedness and narrow-mindedness. The children's behavior was also rude, and hitting people was common.
When Jiang An returned home injured, his mother simply used her homemade medicinal wine to wipe his wounds.
She always said, "It's a good thing to suffer a little loss."
Suffering a loss is a good thing.
Jiang An always remembered those words.
He had seen his mother being groped at work, witnessed those fat, greasy hands reaching into her collar and stuffing her with a wad of RMB, and seen people causing trouble, slapping his mother a few times, and then throwing a wad of money on the ground for her to pick up. His mother never got angry about it; even if the banknotes were crumpled and folded, she would pick them up one by one and straighten them.
Later, he asked his mother why she didn't fight back, even though they were clearly in the wrong first.
His mother simply patted his head and said that people have prejudices, and these prejudices cannot be changed no matter how much education they receive. If he had been born into a wealthy family, or a scholarly family, or if he had been a teacher, doctor, lawyer, or other respectable profession, perhaps he wouldn't have had such a difficult life.
But she happens to be a tattoo artist.
A job that requires exceptional skills and makes one beautiful and glamorous, but which is not considered respectable by ordinary people.
Her stunning beauty brought her a lot of trouble.
When Jiang An was five years old, his mother passed away from cancer. After her death, she entrusted him to her older brother. Perhaps because of their distant relationship, or perhaps because her brother inherently disliked Jiang An, he did not take particularly patient care of him after taking him back. At that time, her brother worked in a tea plantation, so he took Jiang An to live with him in the tea plantation.
Losing his parents at a young age and being exposed to society too early made Jiang An more mature than his peers. He knew how to read people's expressions and how to be humble. In the tea garden, no one treated him as a child, but as a helper or servant. During this period, he did not receive any education, and his education level remained at the junior high school level.
When I was ten years old, a beautiful and radiant girl came to the tea plantation.
She gave him a book, a book printed with countless flowers, like the bright morning sun shining into his dark and hopeless life.
Over the years, his life has been filled with turbulent waves and open and covert attacks. Everyone hopes that he will fall and that he will live in darkness forever. Even his father and grandfather cultivated him from the perspective of self-interest. They spoke up for him and discussed issues from his point of view. In a sense, they were driven by self-interest.
He hadn't experienced in a very long time that someone would genuinely stand by his side and speak up for him.
Jiang An admitted that the shock he felt upon hearing those words was no less than the collapse of the heavens and the earth.
But that's enough.
One earth-shattering event in a lifetime is enough.
He cupped her face in his hands and put his arm around her waist, as if holding a precious treasure. He didn't want to hurt her or frighten her. But the moment his hand touched her, his self-restrained composure crumbled again. He really wanted to know what the red lips that spoke for him tasted like.
That's what I thought, and that's what I did.
He lowered his head and kissed her.
Her surprised expression was covered by those bright red lips.
He had never kissed anyone before, and he didn't know what to do after kissing someone. All he knew was that his mind went completely blank the moment he kissed someone.
Wen Lingshuang was the same, her beautiful eyes wide open.
It's time to run.
It should be pushed away.
It should be refused.
But I just can't run away, I can't push away, I don't want to refuse...
She even tried to get him to do something more, like move his lips, or pry open her lips and go straight in, instead of just standing there motionless...
A few seconds later, he finally moved.
The damp air seeped into her red lips, a gesture filled with desire and tenderness. Her hands moved from pressing against his chest to unconsciously gripping his shirt, her whole body tingling and tense yet intensely pleasurable.
"Is it okay?" He asked her, kissing her lips without leaving them.
This action allowed her to sense the heat and breath he exhaled as he spoke, and to feel the softness of his lips.
Her face was already bright red.
She sobbed softly, it was unclear whether she was refusing or accepting.
A kitten-like meow, whether it's rejection or acceptance, is an expression of acceptance.
Jiang An covered her lips again, trying to gently pry them open, but dared not go too deep. Since she questioned him about the 'hotel room' incident, he had started smoking again. He had just smoked one that morning, and although he had cleaned it, he was unsure if it still smelled of smoke and whether she disliked it.
That's settled then.
Give her a gentle kiss.
Jiang An's self-control was slipping away because he had never imagined that Wen Lingshuang's taste would be so wonderful.
He struggled to control himself, pulling himself back a split second before his thoughts collapsed, stopping just inches from her red lips, his breathing heavy.
Under the moonlight, Wen Lingshuang's face was flushed, her eyes were unfocused, and her red lips were slightly parted as she looked at him, as if she were drunk and her eyes could not be focused.
Jiang An raised his hand and gently covered her eyes.
Those eyes are even more alluring than those red lips.
If you look at her again, all the city walls will collapse.
His hand suddenly covered hers, blocking all her view. She couldn't see him panting from kissing her, nor could she see the other side of him, where he had let down his guard...
She grabbed his hand in annoyance and said, "What are you doing..."
Her voice was soft and sweet.
It's completely different from the usual sweetness.
Jiang An took a deep breath, slowly released her, and stepped back.
The strength in her waist disappeared, and her vision became clear. When she saw him again, he had already retreated a meter away, regaining his usual gentlemanly composure.
The atmosphere became ambiguous.
Wen Lingshuang stared at him with a dazed look in her eyes, and only came back to her senses after a few seconds.
"I'm sorry," Jiang An said. "Excuse me."
What a rude thing to do...
Who would run away halfway through a kiss?
Wen Lingshuang's full red lips were slightly pursed, as if she were dissatisfied, or perhaps coquettishly complaining, "Who gave you permission to treat me like this!"
"From now on, I'll ask you before I kiss you, and I'll only kiss you if you agree."
after.
Upon catching those two words, Wen Lingshuang's heart rate quickened, pounding as if it were about to leap out of her throat.
Yes, they have a long future ahead of them. They'll get their marriage certificate in a few months, and they'll kiss and share a bed a few months later...
The scent of male hormones lingered in the air.
She was a little drunk.
I didn't drink any alcohol.
"Then why didn't you ask me this time!"
Jiang An pondered for a moment, then said, "I couldn't resist."
Wen Lingshuang: "..."
He clenched his fists tightly and said, "Then you're bullying me."
Jiang An really liked her affectation.
How could someone be so pretentious as to be pampered like that?
He nodded: "Okay, so how can you calm down?"
Wen Lingshuang pouted, "I'm hungry, let's eat first."
Jiang An smiled and walked forward, taking her hand and leading her towards the restaurant. He lifted her skirt with one hand. As they entered the restaurant, Jiang An's phone rang. He took it out and saw that it was his grandfather calling.
It's highly likely related to Jiang Xu and Jiang Qi.
I wonder what they said to Grandpa again.
Wen Lingshuang saw Jiang An holding his phone but not answering, with the 'Grandpa' icon still flashing on the screen. She held out her palm and said, "Give it to me, I'll answer it."
Jiang An shook his head. "It's nothing."
"Give it to me!" Wen Lingshuang said forcefully, snatching the phone from his hand and pressing the answer button without further ado.
The voice of Old Master Jiang came from the other end of the phone. He was asking where he was and whether he had clashed with Jiang Xu and Jiang Qi. He said that Jiang Xu and Jiang Qi had gained power but no real power, so it was inevitable that he would be angry. He asked Old Master Jiang to be more accommodating to the brothers.
Wen Lingshuang listened calmly until Grandpa Jiang finished speaking before speaking: "Grandpa Jiang, it's me, Lingshuang."
Upon hearing Wen Lingshuang's voice, Old Master Jiang's attitude immediately changed. He smiled and said, "Lingshuang, what brings you here?"
"Um... I went out to eat with Jiang An and ran into Jiang Xu and Jiang Qi. They bullied me." Wen Lingshuang said in a sweet, aggrieved and pitiful voice, "They conspired with Chen Xuanhe to mess with Jiang An. Jiang An is my fiancé. What's the difference between messing with him and messing with me? I can't stand this kind of treatment."
After saying this, her voice trembling with tears, she said, "Grandpa, do they look down on me? Do they think I'm not good enough for your Jiang family, so they bully me so blatantly?"
Jiang An, standing to the side, couldn't help but smile when he saw Wen Lingshuang's expression.
How does she manage to be tough one second and aggrieved the next?
Wen Lingshuang seemed to notice Jiang An's gaze, and reached out to pinch his arm, signaling him not to look at her with amusement.
So annoying.
Upon hearing this, Old Master Jiang's expression instantly changed.
The three brothers had a long history of open and covert struggles. Ever since Jiang An returned to the Jiang family, such struggles had never stopped. As long as it didn't escalate, the Jiang family would turn a blind eye. But they never expected it to reach Wen Lingshuang's doorstep.
Family scandals should not be aired in public.
What's more, Wen Lingshuang made a fool of herself before even entering the door.
Grandpa Jiang asked sternly, "Do they dare?"
"Is it true..." Wen Lingshuang said aggrievedly, "Grandpa Jiang, you have to help me get justice, otherwise I won't go through with this marriage. I was bullied before I even entered the house, what will happen after I do enter?"
Upon hearing Wen Lingshuang say she wouldn't come in, Jiang An's expression turned serious, and his aura changed.
Jiang An was completely speechless after being glared at like that.
“How could that be?” Grandpa Jiang said. “How could they dare to bully you? Don’t worry, I will definitely give you an explanation. But Ling Shuang, marriage is not a game. The press conference has already been held. If you say you won’t marry me, then you’re just throwing a tantrum.”
Wen Lingshuang said softly, "Okay, I know."
"Alright, you can have dinner with Jiang An."
After hanging up the phone, Wen Lingshuang handed the phone back to Jiang An.
Jiang An looked at her with his deep eyes and said, "Are you trying to be cute with my grandfather?"
She suddenly leaned closer, her eyes blinking like butterflies.
Jiang An knew she was charming.
I didn't know it could be so charming.
Will you help me?
Wen Lingshuang didn't answer, but smiled and said, "I feel like I've helped you many times already, Mr. Jiang."
"Then I should thank you, Miss Wen."
"You're welcome," she replied proudly and brightly. "Give me a few more cars."
Jiang An chuckled, "Okay."
The two returned to the dining table and sat down. A gentle breeze was blowing, and the stars twinkled in the sky. Wen Lingshuang ordered a bottle of red wine, and the faint aroma of the wine filled the air. She gently swirled the wine in her glass, took a sip, and, perhaps in a good mood, drank a little more. Her gaze fell on the man across from her.
He is really good-looking.
He possessed a noble air and was handsome.
Looking at him through the glass, his handsome face was not distorted by the refraction of the glass.
He downed another large gulp of red wine, slightly tipsy, and rested his chin on his hand, carefully examining Jiang An before saying, "Jiang An."
"Um?"
"Why haven't you had a girlfriend by the time you're thirty-one?" she asked, slightly drunk. "A man like you shouldn't be like this..."
Jiang An looked at her flushed face, picked up the wine bottle and glass beside him, and asked, "What do you mean by 'shouldn't' and 'should'?"
"Don't you have any desires?" she asked drunkenly. "How could you hold back until you're thirty-one?"
"..."
"You're drunk." He looked into her eyes. "I'll take you home."
He put down his cutlery, wiped his lips with a tissue, then stood up, walked to her side, helped her up, and put his arm around her as they walked out the door.
Wen Lingshuang was drunk.
But she was still relatively sober. What did all that alcohol matter? She was just drunk, and some things were hard to hide. She slumped drunkenly into his arms, letting him lead her forward, saying as they walked, "I'm not drunk, I'm just really puzzled..."
"All the good-looking men around me can't control their lower bodies, how do you manage to?"
She staggered forward, leaning against his chest.
His eyes were fixed straight down.
Thirty-one years.
Not a year.
How could there be someone as 'pure' as Jiang An in this circle?
Jiang An was quite exasperated by her remarks.
Realizing something was amiss, she looked down and asked, "And you, have you been able to control yourself?"
Jiang An reached out and pinched her chin, his eyes deep and dark. "It's okay if you can't control yourself."
She didn't understand what he meant.
"Because no man dares to touch you."
That's an exaggeration.
What is that?
She has more men pursuing her than you can count on two hands.
They all wanted to have something happen between them and her.
But unfortunately, all she wants now is for something to happen between them.
Slurping drunkenly against his chest, she said, "You're so annoying, you're deliberately not letting me play, aren't you?"
Jiang An liked the bright and flamboyant Wen Lingshuang, he also liked the coquettish and pretentious Wen Lingshuang, and he liked the drunken and unreasonable Wen Lingshuang even more.
He tightened his grip on her waist and chuckled softly, "You'd be better off playing me than playing them."
"I'll let you play, Yangyang."
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