Chapter 39 "Jiang An, do you want me?"
Jiang An's private dock is located to the south, without any fancy signs. The only identifier is an extremely simple family crest, discreetly etched on the boulder at the entrance. It is surrounded by a helipad, tennis court, infinity pool, and underwater wine cellar, and is maintained by dedicated staff year-round. As one of his many assets, the main function of this private dock is to transport personal belongings.
When Wen Lingshuang and Jiang An arrived, the dock staff were already standing at the dock to greet them.
A strong sea breeze rushed towards her. Wen Lingshuang, wearing sunglasses, took a deep breath and boarded the yacht before Jiang An could speak. The yacht's design was simple, without too much complicated decoration. Stepping onto the first floor, she saw a rectangular table, and diagonally opposite the table were several chefs cooking. Wen Lingshuang pulled out a chair and sat down, with the azure sea as far as the eye could see.
Jiang An hadn't seen her this happy in a long time. He walked over and sat down beside her, smiling as he asked, "Are you happy about going to sea? Or happy about seeing your friends?"
After saying that, he added, "Or maybe neither, just that you're happy to see a male model?"
Wen Lingshuang took off her sunglasses and glared at him. "Mind your own business. I'm telling you, I've made up my mind. The wedding will be held by the sea."
Jiang An had grown quite accustomed to her fickle nature.
When they first got married, she said she wanted an indoor wedding, then a few days later she said she wanted an outdoor wedding, and now that they're at the beach she wants a beach wedding. Luckily, he hasn't discussed his final objections with the wedding design team yet, otherwise, with all these changes, he doesn't know if they'll be able to hold the wedding smoothly in the end.
The yacht gradually sailed away from the shore and headed towards the central area.
As the yacht moved along, dishes were served one after another.
The appetizers were truffle quiche and caviar biscuits, which were just okay and Wen Lingshuang didn't like them. The seafood appetizer, Brittany blue lobster with brandy lobster sauce, was quite good. As she ate, she admired the scenery in the distance. In the distance, she saw a large yacht with colorful fireworks going off around it. Judging from the hull, it was most likely Anne's yacht.
Jiang An watched as her eyes gradually brightened, feeling uncomfortable but unable to speak.
He disliked her friends and didn't like her having any contact with random men. Perhaps it was because of his age that he wasn't very accepting of many things, and he could only try to accept them.
For example, those male models.
Young people love it, right?
fine.
He followed, wanting to see if those men would dare to risk their lives to pursue Wen Lingshuang even though they knew she was already taken.
The yachts drew closer and closer until the people on both yachts could greet each other.
"Anne!"
"Shuangshuang!"
Wen Lingshuang stood on the deck excitedly and waved to the person opposite.
From her perspective, the yacht opposite was extremely lively, with champagne and red wine laid out on the table, people dancing and drinking. Before meeting Jiang An, Wen Lingshuang would definitely have been one of them.
Jiang An sat in his chair watching this scene, his handsome brows furrowing slightly.
There was still some distance between the yachts, so he gently pulled her into his arms and made her sit steadily on his lap.
This was the first time Wen Lingshuang had been so intimate with Jiang An in front of her friends. She was a little embarrassed and struggled, saying, "What are you doing? Let go of me."
"I'm starting to regret bringing you out to sea."
Wen Lingshuang turned to look at him, "What, you want to back out now?"
"I have that plan."
"Then you'd better think this through." Wen Lingshuang slowly raised her hand and gently placed it on his shoulder. Her index finger slid down his shoulder and stopped when it reached his hard chest. She deliberately circled around there and said, "Jiang An, if you make me unhappy, I'll make you unhappy."
Her fingertips seemed to be burning with fire, radiating flames of desire wherever they touched.
Sometimes you have to admit that when it comes to being charming and alluring, it's something that others might find hard to be elegant about, but when Wen Lingshuang does it, it's irresistible.
Even though she was at the point of the arranged marriage, she was still unfamiliar with such matters.
Jiang An's dark eyes were deep and unfathomable. "Who taught you to say that?"
She even knew how to threaten him.
Wen Lingshuang blinked her beautiful eyes, "Who told you to give me such a big handle? Jiang An, you always say I don't understand you, but you don't really understand me either. I like to threaten people the most, and you're not the first."
Jiang An narrowed his eyes. "Then who was the first?"
“Don’t worry about who was first, but you’re definitely the one with the biggest weakness.” Wen Lingshuang stared at him, saying each word clearly, “Jiang An, you care about me a lot.”
Jiang An: "..."
His Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily, as if his innermost feelings had been exposed. There was no anger or resentment at being spied on, only endless joy.
She won.
He won because of that statement; he must be the one with the biggest weakness.
He reached out and patted her buttocks. "Yes."
"Can I go play now?"
"Do you remember that you're already taken?"
Hearing the words "she's taken," Wen Lingshuang's heart trembled.
She is indeed taken.
The man in front of her is the one who picked this flower.
"Remember."
Not far away, Anne and the others saw Wen Lingshuang sitting on Jiang An's lap. The two were very close and seemed to be talking about something. Grace nudged Anne with her elbow and whispered, "What are you saying? So lovey-dovey."
Anne looked at them with extreme envy.
Jiang An is not well-regarded by outsiders, but those who have actually met him, understood him, and worked with him all admire him. Especially that night, seeing how he protected Wen Ling Shuang, they knew he was reliable.
Besides, can you find a man as good-looking as him in this industry?
In short, it's uncertain.
Seeing that Anne remained silent, Grace smiled and asked, "Why are you so engrossed in looking at him? You haven't fallen for Jiang An, have you?"
"You didn't like him?" Anne leaned against the railing and said slowly, "When Jiang An came to pick up Ling Shuang that night, I saw you all staring at him intently. If it weren't for the marriage alliance with Ling Shuang, would you even be considered good enough for him?"
“I wouldn’t dare,” Claire replied. “Men like that look very difficult to control, I mean in bed.”
"You still want to be in bed?" Anne glared at her sideways. "Believe it or not, if he didn't like Ling Shuang, given what happened that night, he's a man who cares about his family's reputation and is very chauvinistic. If he pressed down on us with one finger, none of the three of us would have gotten away with it."
"Then you still dared to confront him head-on? Those few words you said almost cost me my life."
Anne laughed out loud, "What can we do? This is all we friends can do to help Ling Shuang. Who told her to marry so well? She married into the Jiang family, and even the head of the Jiang family. We have no say in how the Jiang family is managed. We can only confront them head-on."
As they were talking, the yachts were already moored together. The staff set up gangways to allow passage between the two yachts. Wen Lingshuang walked over quickly, and a male model recognized her as soon as she arrived. She was the famous heiress of the Wen family, known for her beauty, wealth, and love of fun. She attended exhibitions and shows, bought luxury goods, invested in cars, and traveled the world. She did everything. Being able to get in touch with her was like having one foot in the upper class.
He twisted his waist, trying to get closer to her, but before he could get close, a strange chill came from somewhere, mixed with a bone-chilling cold.
Upon closer inspection, following behind Wen Lingshuang was a man in a suit and tie, handsome and tall. Who else could it be but Jiang An, the vice chairman of Xining Group?
The man's heart skipped a beat. He had heard about the marriage between the Jiang and Wen families long ago, but the outside world said that the two were just having a superficial marriage and couldn't stand each other. Wen Lingshuang was playful, dramatic, and noisy, and not many men could handle her. Jiang An was ruthless, decisive, and an absolute leader, and it was impossible for him to get along with such a delicate and wealthy woman.
But now...
Jiang An's arrival immediately changed the atmosphere of the entire room.
Those who wanted to dance dared not dance, those who wanted to kiss dared not kiss, and even the music was abruptly stopped. A group of people just watched him respectfully.
Wen Lingshuang frowned at their looks and said, "What are you doing? The music stopped as soon as I came in. What does this mean? Are you not welcoming me?"
Anne winked at someone not far away, and the staff playing the music immediately pressed the switch. The multi-million-dollar sound effects sounded exceptionally ethereal and beautiful on the boundless sea, except that the original music with a strong rhythm had been replaced by an elegant classical melody.
"How could I not welcome you?" Anne smiled and waved to Jiang An. "Chairman Jiang is here too."
"Make yourselves at home," Jiang An said. "I'm just here to keep her company."
Come along and have some fun with her.
Who would dare to act so casually?
Anne gave a forced smile and said, "We usually hang out like this, drinking, chatting, listening to music and stuff..."
Let's have a drink.
They were drinking high-concentration red wine.
When drunk, they don't care about their image and just fall asleep.
Let's chat.
They were talking about some kind of unpleasant gossip.
When they get into a good conversation, they'll blurt out anything.
As for listening to music, that's even more ridiculous.
To Jiang An, all the music sounded like noisy melody.
He knew that the young people's views on fun differed from his own, so he didn't want to interfere too much and could only nod and say, "Okay, you guys have fun."
After saying that, he walked leisurely to the sofa next to him, sat down, crossed his legs, leaned back lazily, took out a cigarette case from his suit trouser pocket, took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth, lit the lighter with one hand, and tilted his head to hold the cigarette up to the flame.
The scarlet flames quickly ignited and spread outwards.
Few people have ever seen Jiang An smoke.
I had no idea he looked so refined and elegant when he smoked.
Claire stared at her for a few moments, then tugged at the back of Anne's skirt and whispered, "Absolutely gorgeous."
Anne glared back at her, "Watch your eyes, he's your friend's husband, don't get any ideas."
Perhaps it was because Jiang An was there that everyone felt uneasy.
Everyone could sense, to a greater or lesser extent, that no matter what Wen Lingshuang did or who she chatted with, there was always a burning gaze following her.
As a result, everyone's movements when dancing, chatting, and drinking were restricted, for fear of upsetting him by doing something wrong.
Anne poured a glass of freshly squeezed juice for Wen Lingshuang.
Wen Lingshuang frowned in displeasure when she saw that it was juice, and said, "Ugh, I feel like I'm twenty-five but still a minor."
Upon hearing this, the group exchanged glances and then burst out laughing.
“If you don’t like it, you can just give it to us,” Claire joked. “I like the feeling of being managed, like a domineering, fatherly boyfriend.”
Wen Lingshuang: "..."
Such a strange yet precise description.
"Hey, you still haven't answered our question."
"What's the problem?"
"That photo you posted in the group chat, how did Chairman Jiang fall into the bathtub?"
Wen Lingshuang took a sip of the juice; it tasted sour like oranges and wasn't very palatable. She put the glass on the table next to her and said with a smile, "He fell in by himself."
"You mean he accidentally fell into the bathtub, got completely soaking wet, and then changed his clothes in front of you?"
Wen Lingshuang nodded.
The group looked at each other again, each understanding the deeper meaning in the meaningful glances.
Seeing their expressions, Wen Lingshuang knew they were overthinking things.
But she couldn't stop it.
Because something truly indescribable happened.
"Oh, by the way, I had those male models replaced. These are the newest ones I signed."
Wen Lingshuang looked in the direction Claire was pointing, and saw that the male models brought in from the modeling agency were all standing obediently in a row, like staff members.
Claire had done this before, but back then Wen Lingshuang wasn't engaged to Jiang An. She would invite male models over just to drink and chat, to liven up the atmosphere. There was no way she could do anything else.
They value personal privacy and class identity.
If a man wants to climb the social ladder by relying on them, he must first be in this circle himself; otherwise, it's out of the question.
In comparison, Wen Lingshuang was quite generous to them. If they were reasonably pleasing to the eye, a little cash or luxury goods would be enough to make them happy for several years.
To put it bluntly, these people are nothing more than tools they use to alleviate the boredom of their lives.
Its practical function is not important.
Wen Lingshuang rested her chin on her hand, glanced at the items a few times, but didn't seem particularly interested.
I'll say it again.
So-so.
Everyone around was drinking, and in such a lively atmosphere, Wen Lingshuang felt that her boast was a bit too much. How could a person go through life without drinking?
After thinking for a moment, he got up, walked over to Jiang An, sat down, and said, "I want to drink."
An unreasonable tone.
A domineering and authoritarian tone.
Jiang An, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, tilted his head slightly to look at her. "And then?"
She thought for a long, long time, as if she had made an important decision, then leaned close to his ear and whispered, "Jiang An, do you want me?"
"What I'm saying is, do you really want me?"
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