Chapter 3: Get to Know Your Fiancée More
The weather was hot, and the high temperature scorched the green plants outside the window, creating illusory images of heat waves. Wen Lingshuang, wearing a slip dress, lay on the bed, just woken up, her face still covered in sleepy pajamas. She turned her head and stared blankly at the scenery outside the French windows. A few minutes later, Ah Shui came in with a bowl of freshly cooked bird's nest porridge. Although she knew that her young lady was beautiful even by the strands of her hair, she couldn't help but secretly marvel every time she saw her lying there so lazily and carefree.
Mr. Jiang has a bad reputation.
But it's hard not to be moved and have feelings when you encounter such a beauty.
Ah Shui placed the bird's nest porridge on the bedside table and casually put a velvet box on the cabinet next to it, where a large pile of gifts from suitors were neatly arranged, ranging from antiques to jewelry to various luxury goods, so much that it would take up space in the basement to store them.
Wen Lingshuang turned over and saw Ah Shui put the box on the cabinet. Her voice was sweet and husky as she asked, "Who sent this again?"
"Mr. Jiang."
"Huh?" Wen Lingshuang thought she had misheard. "Which Mr. Jiang?"
Jiang Xu? Jiang Qi?
However, she didn't have much interaction with them, only meeting them a few times at private gatherings within the industry.
“It’s Jiang An, Chairman Jiang,” Ah Shui said with a smile. “He asked his assistant to deliver it. His assistant said he originally wanted to visit us at home, but he had to go on a business trip at the last minute.”
Upon hearing the name Jiang An, a tall and straight figure comes to mind.
She propped herself up and pointed at the box, "Bring it here."
Ah Shui exclaimed "Hey!" and took the box off the cabinet, handing it to Wen Lingshuang.
Upon opening the box, inside was a perfectly cut emerald ring, along with a small greeting card that read, "[To Mrs. Jiang]".
When Wen Lingshuang saw the words "Mrs. Jiang," her mind exploded like fireworks, and a colorful array of images, like fine raindrops, fell on her heart without warning.
She gently clenched her fingers holding the greeting card, unconsciously biting her red lips.
What Mrs. Jiang?
They've only known each other for a short time, and their marriage hasn't been made public yet.
And anything is fine as a gift, like a ring?
All the young men who were pursuing him knew what giving a ring meant, and no one dared to break such a taboo. But he did it right away, giving a ring.
Is he planning to marry her without proposing or giving her any surprises?
The old man is cunning!
Seeing Wen Lingshuang's fair face growing increasingly red, and then noticing the words written on the card, Ah Shui couldn't help but cover her mouth and laugh out loud. "Mr. Jiang is really romantic, calling her name before even getting married. Miss will definitely be happy if she marries him."
"What's so romantic about that?" Wen Lingshuang closed the box and said, "Put the box back."
"ah?"
"You want to marry me without a proposal? No way!"
She threw back the covers, stepped out barefoot, and walked along the jade screen partition to the large washroom area. In the mirror, she wore a white slip dress, her thick, black hair reaching her waist, slightly disheveled from just waking up. Her features were exquisite and beautiful, and without makeup, she had an air of pure innocence. Her porcelain-white skin had a faint blush, like a ripe peach.
Wen Lingshuang thought it was because the weather was too hot and the central air conditioning in the room was malfunctioning. She didn't admit it was because she was thinking of Jiang An. She washed her face with cold water, changed her clothes, and went downstairs.
As the ancestral worship day approaches, the Wen family is enveloped in a busy and solemn atmosphere.
Wen Lingshuang stood at the door for a while, and then Ashui came over from the corridor and said that Chen Xuanhe had arrived.
In previous years, starting a week before the ancestral worship ceremony, Chen Xuanhe would run to the Wen family to help transport the ancestral worship items, do chores, or even just chat with Wen Lingshuang. He was always happy to help her, serving her without complaint. But it was precisely his willingness to serve her without complaint that made her dislike him. A man who only knew how to please her in this way was destined to be weak and incompetent.
She told Ah Shui to send him away, then turned around and went upstairs to chat with her girlfriends.
Strangely enough, ever since that private banquet, my girlfriends have all encountered some mishaps at home. Take Cong Yin for example, her family is in the manufacturing industry, with textiles being the main business. Recently, due to problems with suppliers, a lot of goods have piled up, and their cash flow is on the verge of breaking down.
Cong Yin asked her to borrow money, and she agreed because she felt the amount was small.
But such a large sum of money definitely needed Wen Jinye's approval. From childhood to adulthood, she had spent money extravagantly, spending tens of millions on a pair of earrings and millions on a set of clothes. Her highest daily spending could reach hundreds of millions. Wen Jinye had never stopped her, but on this matter, he did not agree.
Don't get involved in the Cong family's affairs; it's not just a simple matter of a broken cash flow.
This simple sentence encapsulates the crux of the Cong family's tragedy.
Therefore, she couldn't say anything, because personal feelings would ultimately take a backseat to interests.
For the next few days, Chen Xuanhe continued to work at the Wen family's house as he had done in previous years. On the third day, Wen Lingshuang came downstairs and saw him carrying offerings for the ancestral worship inside. She stood on the steps impatiently and called out, "Chen Xuanhe."
Upon hearing the sweet voice, Chen Xuanhe immediately looked up.
Seeing Wen Lingshuang standing on the steps, her proud and beautiful demeanor made his eyes light up, and he quickly replied, "Lingshuang!"
"Put down what you're holding and come out with me."
Wen Lingshuang walked towards the backyard.
When Chen Xuanhe heard that she wanted to speak to him alone, he hurriedly put down what he was holding and followed her out.
The west backyard is an open, large apricot grove. The apricot blossoms bloom from March to April every year, and although the season has passed, they are still in full bloom. The white petals are tinged with a peach-pink hue, and when the wind blows, the petals fall like snowflakes, creating a rather romantic scene.
Chen Xuanhe followed her to a large tree that could block out the sun. She turned to look at him, crossed her arms, and called his name: "Chen Xuanhe".
Then he added, "From now on, you don't need to worry about my family's affairs."
They say the same thing every year. Chen Xuanhe shook his head indifferently, "It's okay, I did it voluntarily."
"Really? You did it voluntarily?" Wen Lingshuang looked at him arrogantly. "Then you'll have to ask my fiancé if he's willing."
Hearing this, Chen Xuanhe looked troubled. How could he not know how many young masters in the circle were pursuing her? In terms of seniority, he was miles away, but so what? Who would Wen Lingshuang fancy? Let those young masters flaunt their talents and yearn for her, as long as she doesn't fall for him, he still has a chance.
"Ling Shuang, I know you don't like me, but don't try to fob me off with the fiancé thing..."
"You're just making excuses for me? Haven't you heard about my arranged marriage?"
“I’ve heard of them…” he said somewhat uneasily. “They’re just those few in the port area.”
He chased her all the way to Beijing, but he couldn't even get a smile from her; it's all a joke now.
Chen Xuanhe didn't care and stepped forward, saying, "Those people are not good enough for you."
"Who said it was those few in the port area?"
"Then who else could it be?"
“Jiang An,” she emphasized, “is my fiancé.”
Wen Lingshuang thought that after saying these words, Chen Xuanhe would at least back down, but who knew that after hearing the name, Chen Xuanhe showed a disdainful smile, "Jiang An? Lingshuang, I can believe you if you say those guys in the port area, but what makes Jiang An so special?"
That tone, that expression—for some reason, made one's anger rise. Wen Lingshuang couldn't help but retort, "What makes him so special? He's the Vice Chairman, and what are you? The general manager of a subsidiary? That was only arranged by your sister-in-law."
Chen Xuanhe's face flushed red after hearing what she said.
yes.
He has no ability or talent; everything he has now is given to him by his elders.
But isn't Jiang An the same? At most, he's more talented and capable...
The two were bickering and didn't notice a low-key Maybach parked not far away.
Many uncles, aunts, and cousins returned to China today, each with their own car, filling the garage to capacity. It wasn't unusual for some to park in open areas, so it didn't attract their attention. Inside the car, Jiang An sat there, looking at them through the window.
Seeing this, Lon calmly pulled up Chen Xuanhe's information and handed it to Jiang An.
She's beautiful and speaks in a sweet voice. Since she became an adult, she's had many suitors, which has caused her countless troubles.
Lon cautiously observed Jiang An's expression, thinking to himself, "I'm doomed."
Miss Wen is not finished.
That young man from the Chen family is finished.
He closed the document, opened the car door, and got out.
The air was thick with heat. Wen Lingshuang grew impatient after exchanging only a few words with Chen Xuanhe. She couldn't understand how Chen Xuanhe had the audacity to speak ill of Jiang An. He himself was living a chaotic life. If he had the ability, he should sit in the position of the head of the family business like Jiang An. Then, when he came to say these things to her, she would never argue with him.
The scorching heat and stuffy air turned her porcelain-white skin bright red. She had no desire to communicate anymore and turned to go inside, but the black light above her blocked her way, and the scorching sunlight disappeared. A faint woody scent entered her nose, carrying a refreshing coolness. She turned her head and met his dark, deep eyes.
Now, looking at it up close, that awe-inspiring power spreads like vines.
This actually created a bit of danger.
He instinctively took a half step back, stammering, "Chairman Jiang?"
Jiang An nodded politely, then looked at Wen Lingshuang, "This is my first time here, please lead the way."
After a moment of silence, he added, "Fiancée?"
Wen Lingshuang blinked.
"You're back from your business trip?"
Her natural reply even surprised her own reaction.
It's as if we've been waiting for him to come back all these days.
Jiang An nodded slightly, "Mm."
"It's so hot, let's go inside and talk."
She fanned the surrounding heat with one hand and strode inside. Her tight dress hugged her graceful figure, making her look sexy. With each step, the lines of her hips and waist were smooth and alluring. Jiang An slightly turned his eyes away, looking at Chen Xuanhe's hesitant expression, but did not react much and followed her inside.
Chen Xuanhe watched their retreating figures as they walked inside, his expression a mixture of bewilderment and shock as he hesitated to speak.
I was shocked by how natural and familiar their relationship was.
Could it be that what she said is true? Is the Wen family really going to form a marriage alliance with the Jiang family?
He wanted to go up and ask, but he was afraid that the answer he would get would not be what he wanted, so he could only stand there and stare blankly as the two of them entered the room.
The Jiang family mansion is built in the last century and features a Nanyang style. The white exterior walls are decorated with rounded arched doorways or delicate Corinthian columns. The interior space retains the symmetry and depth of Chinese style, emphasizing the hierarchy and sequence of the halls. The floor is paved with colorful geometric patterned tiles imported from Nanyang. Dark and precious hardwoods are used to create heavy staircases, railings, doors, and shutters, exuding a warm luster and a calm atmosphere.
Many relatives came, and the gifts were already piled up all over the floor.
Jiang An was attending the ancestral worship ceremony for the first time and was not very clear about the process. He simply raised his chin at Lon and told him to put his gift together with the gifts from his relatives.
Does he value her?
Why did you specially choose such an expensive gift for our home?
Wen Lingshuang blinked and said, "Mr. Jiang, please put your gift in my room so we don't mix it up."
Jiang An: "Okay."
But as soon as she said those words, Wen Lingshuang regretted it.
She owns most of the second floor; besides the bedroom, there's a walk-in closet, a study, a lounge, an entertainment room…
She was twenty-five years old and had never been entered by an adult male.
Never mind.
Since I've already told everyone, I'll just treat it as bringing a friend over.
The two walked upstairs one after the other, while Lon stood downstairs where the latter were.
The ancestral worship ceremony was crowded and noisy, and relatives were also gathered on the first floor. The second floor was quiet and elegant. Entering through the archway on the left, there was a large leisure area. Jiang An glanced around casually and saw an oil painting hanging on the right wall. In the painting, a girl wearing a white tight-fitting cheongsam was sitting on a wooden chair with a fan in her hand.
It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that she is charming and alluring.
Wen Lingshuang noticed that he was staring at the painting, and her cheeks flushed slightly.
That was drawn by her grandfather when she turned eighteen and came of age.
I remember liking expensive jewelry back then, so I would wear beautiful, round, top-quality pearls on my neck, wrists, ears, hair, and even ankles, thinking they were pretty and attractive. Looking back now, it seems a bit excessive.
Oil painting is a full-body painting.
On her fair, smooth, and exposed ankles adorned a string of pearls and emeralds. Jiang An leaned closer to examine it and noticed a mole above her right ankle.
Very sexy.
Jiang An asked, "Are you an adult?"
Although Wen Lingshuang in the oil painting is sexy and charming, she is also innocent and pure.
Her face flushed slightly, and she nodded, saying, "I'm an adult now."
"It looks very small."
"Eighteen years old is definitely too young."
Jiang An chuckled, "Back then, I was already working at the grassroots level of the group."
She's 18, he's 24.
Going back further, when she was in junior high school, he was already in college.
Antique.
Wen Lingshuang pursed her lips. "By the time I turn thirty, you'll be almost forty."
Jiang An chuckled softly, "Yes."
Then he asked in return, "Would you mind?"
He turned his head to look at her as he said this.
She blinked her watery eyes twice. "What will you do if you mind?"
"That depends on what aspect you're concerned about."
Her looks and figure are both good points.
Wen Lingshuang's skin felt a little hot. She turned her face away from the oil painting and said, "Every aspect."
Appearance must match.
A well-proportioned figure is desirable.
As for sex life...
She dared not think about it further.
Sunlight streamed in through the blinds beside them, casting long shadows of the two people.
After a long pause, Jiang An finally spoke: "Then we need to get to know each other better, fiancée."
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