Chapter 42 is the sound of bells.
The room temperature was just right, neither too high nor too low. In this environment, Wen Lingshuang's body was covered in fine, dense water droplets, as soft as feathers gliding over her neck and chest. It was as if she had fallen from the clouds, with all the clouds rolling over her body, gradually eroding all her consciousness and senses.
A jingling sound came from beside my ears.
It's the sound of a bell.
She groggily opened her eyes and saw two golden bells ringing. It was a rare, clear, and melodious sound. She knew what the bells were for, and most likely she would put them inside. But what would happen after that? Anne didn't tell her much.
She plummeted from the clouds again, her body falling uncontrollably, a feeling of weightlessness washing over her.
She vaguely heard someone speaking to her.
Spread your legs.
She couldn't do this movement, nor did she want to, so she kept her legs tightly closed, allowing her body to continue falling.
I could hear the whooshing sound of a strong wind and the crackling sound of fireworks bursting into the air. Suddenly, my body, which was falling uncontrollably, was pulled back by something, and I started to rise instead of falling. In a daze, I seemed to hear Jiang An saying, "Hold me tight."
She instinctively reached out and hugged his neck tightly.
Don't abandon her, don't let her fall any further, don't let her feel weightless again.
She was afraid.
"Vast and magnificent".
Wen Lingshuang slightly opened her eyes, her delicate, thick eyelashes damp with mist, obscuring much of her vision. She couldn't see her surroundings or the things in front of her; she could only see Jiang An's face and her own body pressed against the wall. To prevent herself from falling, she could only hold him tightly.
That's too dangerous.
She wanted to speak, but couldn't get the words out. As soon as she opened her mouth, her words were blocked, swallowed up in her throat.
She could feel Jiang An 'punishing' her, punishing her for not being focused enough, punishing her for not being meticulous in her work, punishing her for not being able to accept the bell; but what could she do? She just couldn't accept it, and she couldn't understand where Jiang An found it or how he came up with the idea of using the bell. That thing could only give her pain and discomfort, and no other feelings.
Of course, that was only my thought for the first half of the journey. In the second half, I found the bell quite amusing.
It moves and makes a sound, emitting a heavy bell-like sound inside its body, like a howling wind mixed with a cat's meow.
Jiang An carried her back from the wall to the floor-to-ceiling window. From a height of 100 meters, the starry sky, the crisscrossing streets, and the star-studded skyscrapers were clearly visible. Unfortunately, it was only a little past four in the morning, so the crisscrossing streets were completely empty, without a single person in sight. Fortunately, this prevented her from feeling fear and apprehension when she was pressed against the floor-to-ceiling window.
When the cold glass window pressed against her cheek, she felt an unprecedented sense of relaxation, and the burning sensation in her body was relieved. She willingly pressed herself against the glass, letting the wind and waves wash over her again and again.
Amidst countless storms and crashing waves, she heard Jiang An's voice once again.
He was calling her name.
Vast and magnificent.
It seemed like they wanted to awaken her consciousness.
But with her body submerged in the towering waves, how could she hear his calls? She could only pray that the person at the helm would slow down, and slow down even more.
Don't let her get caught up in deeper storms, don't let her fall into the deep sea.
The suffocating feeling of being surrounded by seawater would cause her to lose consciousness completely.
She didn't know how much time had passed before she was removed from the cold glass window and thrown into a very soft place. Her whole body sank into it, like cotton, and even indentations of her slender body appeared around her.
I crawled forward a little.
But someone grabbed his ankle and pulled him back forcefully.
"Jiang An." She began to call his name.
The mist obscured my vision, blurring everything, and I even started hallucinating, feeling as if I were back on Anne's yacht, with fireworks exploding before my eyes—blue, red, yellow, orange…
Including giant waves.
It came head-on.
Amidst the fireworks and giant waves, she could no longer withstand it and completely lost consciousness.
*
When she woke up, it was already the afternoon of the next day. Warm yellow sunlight streamed in through the huge French windows, and the milky white curtains blocked most of the light. Only some light filtered through the openwork onto the bed, and tiny spots of light fell on her fingertips, making them feel hot and numb. She moved her fingers slightly, and her consciousness gradually returned.
My whole body feels sore and numb.
It felt like I'd been run over.
She struggled to sit up, threw off the covers and went barefoot to the ground, but her legs went weak and she collapsed back down.
After rewinding, she stared at the ceiling in disbelief and touched her leg.
Touching it made me incredibly sore.
Thinking back carefully, it seems that my legs were never lowered last night; they remained straight and above my head the whole time.
This is also thanks to her childhood dance training. She can easily do moves like the splits and the back kick, but maintaining them for several hours is really difficult for her.
She lay there for a long time to recover before she finally regained her strength, and walked to the bathroom to look at herself in the mirror.
The beauty in the mirror looked as if she had received the rain and dew, possessing an alluring beauty that was almost too captivating.
She exudes charm in every gesture.
It was a beauty that even she herself had never seen before.
However, there wasn't a single part of his body that was visible to the public.
After quickly washing up, I walked towards the door and heard Jiang An's voice. Following the sound, I saw Jiang An standing on the balcony making a phone call.
She silently watched his retreating figure, finding it hard to believe that she had actually slept with this man last night.
They ate it all up, inside and out.
Moreover, it wasn't as uncomfortable as rumored. As he said, the discomfort experienced by women largely stemmed from the men.
Jiang An did a very good job.
After Jiang An finished his call, he turned around and saw Wen Lingshuang's figure.
He smiled and walked to her side, gently stroking her cheek. "Awake?"
What time is it?
"Three o'clock in the afternoon."
What time did you wake up?
"You probably didn't sleep at all?"
Wen Lingshuang was somewhat surprised, "You're not asleep?"
Jiang An chuckled softly, "I can't sleep."
Wen Lingshuang's face was a little red and hot. "Can't sleep, and then what?"
"Then they'd go out for a smoke afterwards."
Wen Lingshuang: "..."
She bit her red lips. "I'm hungry."
Jiang An smiled and took her hand as they walked to the restaurant, where food had already been prepared.
Wen Lingshuang was really hungry. In the past, she would only eat food if it was fresh or even if the ingredients came from somewhere. She wouldn't eat if it wasn't cooked to her liking, wasn't fresh, or even if it didn't look good. But today was different. She ate everything, even a few of the unpalatable cherry tomatoes.
Although they ate a lot, they still ate in a very good manner.
Jiang An poured herself a glass of red wine and watched her eat silently, a smile always playing on her lips.
Seeing that he hadn't touched his utensils, Wen Lingshuang asked, "Why aren't you eating?"
Then she stared into his eyes, "Still looking at me like that."
Jiang An took a sip of red wine and said, "What kind of look should I give my fiancée?"
Upon hearing the words "fiancée," Wen Lingshuang slowly put down her cutlery and said, "From today onwards, I am not your fiancée."
Jiang An: "?"
Wen Lingshuang sat upright and said, word by word, "You should call me Mrs. Jiang."
Jiang An couldn't help but chuckle, finding her excessively adorable. "Yes, Mrs. Jiang."
Wen Lingshuang continued eating, picking up her utensils, and asked, "How long until you finish your work here?"
"It might take another two weeks."
Wen Lingshuang thought for a moment, "Then I'll go back to China the day after tomorrow. My mom called me yesterday and asked me to go back and draft a guest list. I have so many friends, and they don't know which ones I should invite and which ones I shouldn't."
The wedding is in just over two months, and many details really need to be finalized.
Jiang An nodded. "Okay."
Seeing that he didn't suspect anything, Wen Lingshuang stopped talking.
In reality, whether or not there is a guest list is not important.
The important thing is... the man opposite him.
She had a premonition that if she stayed here any longer, she would soon be living a life where her legs would feel weak every day.
So to be precise, she didn't go back, she hid.
After the meal, Jiang An took a few phone calls and went out. Before leaving, he told her that he probably wouldn't be back to keep her company that night because he had a social engagement.
Wen Lingshuang nodded in agreement.
Upon returning to the manor, they immediately bought a plane ticket back to China and returned home in the early hours of the following morning.
She only told Anne and a few others about her return to China, and also told Tan Zhu to come pick her up at the airport.
As soon as the plane landed and I got my luggage, I saw Tan Zhu's car parked not far away.
Upon seeing her, Tan Zhu immediately got out of the car to help her with her luggage. While helping her with the luggage, he looked her up and down and said with a smile, "How have you been these past few days? You look radiant after your trip with her."
Wen Lingshuang: "..."
Seeing that she was silent, Tan Zhu found it strange and asked, "What's wrong? Did you and Jiang An have a fight?"
Wen Lingshuang remained silent until she got into the car, at which point she said, "Jiang An and I didn't argue; we just crossed that line."
Wen Lingshuang turned to look at her, "Do you know how terrifying those four hours were?"
Tan Zhu stammered, "Four...four hours? Is he even human?!"
“Yes!” Wen Lingshuang nodded in agreement. “If I could kneel down later, I would kneel down and beg him.”
"You still want to kneel!"
wrong.
Why does she feel that what Tan Zhu said doesn't mean the same thing?
Tan Zhu looked at her excitedly and said, "I won't talk about his hardware, but his software alone is enough to make you happy for a lifetime."
That sounds strangely familiar.
Upon closer reflection, doesn't this prove the fortune teller's prediction true?
He was indeed the kind of person who respected her off-bed and controlled her in bed.
Thinking back on everything that happened last night, the period of pleasure was indeed very long.
She leaned back limply in her seat and murmured, "Tan Zhu, you don't understand. If a person has both excellent physical and mental qualities, they may be happy, but they can also be truly overwhelmed."
Tan Zhu: "...You're just ungrateful for your good fortune."
Tan Zhu drove her home, but changed his route halfway and went to her house instead.
Wen Lingshuang said that she didn't want to care about anything or do anything these days, she just wanted to sleep for a few days.
Looking at her like that, Tan Zhu couldn't help but think, "Is it really that big of a deal?" She was only stunned the first time; once she calmed down, she would like it even more.
Wen Lingshuang really did sleep for several days at Tan Zhu's house, spending almost all her time sleeping except for eating.
Jiang An made many phone calls to inquire about Wen Lingshuang's situation.
The Wen family was unaware of her return to China.
Jiang An was afraid something had happened to her, so he checked her whereabouts and found out that she had gone to Tan Zhu's house. He called Tan Zhu, who glanced at Wen Lingshuang who was still sleeping and replied that she didn't know.
After hanging up the phone, Jiang An stared at the black screen with a furrowed brow.
Lon looked at Jiang An's profile and asked in a low voice, "Has Madam arrived home yet?"
Jiang An nodded, "We've arrived."
As he spoke, he stubbed out the bright red cigarette butt in the ashtray, saying, "He's just not very obedient."
They said they were going home to discuss the guest list, but then they disappeared without a trace.
Just like Anne said, he couldn't control her.
But it's okay.
If we can't control it this time, we might not be able to next time.
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