Chapter 46. Delicate and charming. ...
After dinner, Lon drove the two to Xi Hong's villa. The transfer of ownership of the villas belonging to Yao Fei, Jiang Xu, and Jiang Qi had been completed three days ago, including the one with the number '11'. When Wen Ling Shuang saw the property certificate that Jiang An handed over, her eyelids twitched involuntarily. She did not expect that the transfer would be completed in such a short time, and that it was for three villas. You should know that when she mentioned it before, she only thought about avoiding the north-south orientation, and the type of house was not important at all.
Jiang An is now giving her the three best villas in Xihongli.
Her brows furrowed slightly, holding the three property certificates as if they were hot potatoes. She silently looked at him and tentatively asked, "Jiang Xu, Jiang Qi, and Ms. Yao just gave them to you like that? Did you two have a fight?"
Jiang An adjusted his wristwatch. "No."
They haven't argued for many years, at least not outwardly.
Wen Lingshuang didn't believe it.
Yao Fei is one thing, she'll definitely keep up appearances, but Jiang Xu and Jiang Qi...
Why would the two brothers willingly give up the villa to him?
Wen Lingshuang lowered her eyes, looking at the three large characters "[Wen Lingshuang]" on the property certificates of the three houses. She didn't know what to feel. She had plenty of houses, but none of them made her feel so uncomfortable or upset. She ran her fingers over her name and said, "It's okay, Jiang An."
Jiang An turned his head to look at her, "Hmm?"
I don't understand why she's offering this inexplicable comfort.
“If your father won’t give it to you, I will.” She smiled at him. “Tomorrow I’ll buy you a villa in the best location.”
When she said this, her eyes sparkled, beautiful and clear.
Jiang Anxin softened immediately, and only then did he realize why she had suddenly comforted him. It turned out that she was sad for him because Jiang Hanyu had divided the house among Yao Fei, Jiang Xu, and Jiang Qi, but not among him. He smiled and reached out to touch the top of her head. "Okay."
Wen Lingshuang closed her eyes and rubbed against his palm, like a proud Persian cat.
After the car passed the Second Ring Road overpass, it soon arrived at the villa complex in Xihong. The tight security system and excellent location added to the beauty of Xihong. The greenery, artificial lakes, artificial docks, small bridges and pavilions flashed by outside the car window... Many details were like fleeting clouds, and every glance was a beautiful scene. After driving a short distance further, we arrived at the gate of villa '11'.
This building originally belonged to Yao Fei, and its architectural and interior design reflected her taste. However, due to its large size, the renovation was only half completed. Walking along the stone path into the lobby, one is greeted by a vast and open view, large enough to run around inside.
“This house can be our wedding home,” Jiang An said, looking around. “There are still two months left, I should have enough time to find a renovation team.”
Wen Lingshuang walked up the unfinished staircase, saying as she went, "Didn't they say it was half-finished? This first floor looks no different from an unfinished building."
As we walked up to the second floor, we saw several intricately carved decorations hanging on the walls of the corridor. They were all made of the finest mahogany, and the smooth, rounded texture was exquisite to the touch. The second floor was more spacious, with a master bedroom, a tea room, and a terrace. From the terrace, we could see the artificial lake in the community, which was very close by.
No wonder Jiang An said this villa was the best in the entire Xihongli; he was absolutely right.
She leaned on the railing, gazing into the distance, when a large hand covered her waist. Standing beside her, looking into the distance, the person said, "Do you like it?"
Wen Lingshuang nodded, "I like it."
As long as it's not facing north or south, it's fine.
She doesn't want to get pregnant so early.
Jiang An looked down at her.
Under the shimmering starlight, Wen Lingshuang's profile was beautiful and delicate. He lowered his head and kissed her forehead.
A burning kiss landed, and Wen Lingshuang pushed against his chest somewhat coquettishly.
Seeing her push him away, Jiang An gently grasped her delicate wrist. "What, can't I kiss you anymore?"
Wen Lingshuang looked up at him slightly, "I won't be able to see you starting tomorrow."
“We can do it via video.”
"It's so boring to watch through a screen."
Jiang An chuckled softly, "Yangyang, I don't want to be separated from you."
He raised his hand and gently stroked her cheek, "Even if it's just a superstitious saying."
Wen Lingshuang looked into his eyes and understood the meaning behind his words. He believed that their marriage was based on solid interests, but he dared not believe in the fragility of feelings, fearing that his words would come true and that their marriage would only last three years.
He and she were together for more than three years.
Thirty years or three hundred years might not be enough.
A gentle evening breeze stirred as she slowly tiptoed to touch his lips, whispering, "I feel uncomfortable if I can't sense your longing for me."
She misses him.
He should also miss her, twice as much.
If she doesn't notice, she will feel lost, sad, and concerned; she has never felt this way before, and she finds it extremely repulsive.
Jiang An cupped her face in his hands, pressed his lips against hers, and whispered, "How could I not notice?"
"You are too reserved."
Or rather, many of his emotions are hidden within him, making it difficult for her to perceive his joys and sorrows, including his longing and love.
Jiang An swallowed hard, put one arm around her waist, and gently lifted her up as he carried her toward the master bedroom. As they walked, he kissed her red lips and said, "I don't think I'm a reserved person, and I've never been in front of you."
After entering the master bedroom, he placed her on the table, held the back of her neck, and kissed her red lips, teasing her delicate tongue with his sweet taste.
Behind the table was a wall. He kissed her so forcefully that she unconsciously leaned against the wall, her hands clutching his shirt.
Having finally gotten some space, Jiaojiao said, "That's right, that's right, you're such an introverted person. I want you to say it when you miss me, I want you to say it when you long for me."
Hearing her 'domineering' words, Jiang An smiled and said, "Okay."
He gently cupped her face in his hands and said tenderly, "I'll tell you when I miss you."
Their noses touched, and Wen Lingshuang placed her hands on his shoulders, looking extremely charming. "What do you mean?"
He forced her legs apart with his knee, the fabric of his suit trousers sliding against her skin. "The body decides."
Wen Lingshuang blushed furiously, "That doesn't count."
"Hmm?" Jiang An's voice was deep. "Doesn't count?"
In short, no matter where he was or what he was doing, he would think of her.
How domineering.
Jiang An let out a muffled laugh from deep in his throat. "If this doesn't count, then I'll try my best to restrain myself in the future."
After saying that, he slowly loosened his grip on her, even starting to back away, but his eyes were fixed on her. "Tonight, I won't touch you."
He looked into her round, beautiful eyes and showed shock and surprise, which eventually turned into embarrassment, anger, and resentment. He bit his red lips tightly, looking like he wanted to get angry but couldn't, which was very cute. When Yangyang teased her, she looked like a cat with its fur standing on end.
Wen Lingshuang was indeed furious.
Having built up the atmosphere to this point, he said he wouldn't touch her?
There's no such person.
She clenched her fists tightly and slammed them on the table twice, uttering a harsh threat: "Jiang An, if you don't touch me tonight, you'll never touch me again!"
It made it seem like she really wanted him.
There are so many men in the world, she doesn't believe she can't find someone better than him.
She jumped off the table and stormed out the door.
Jiang An didn't stop her. When she reached the door and opened it, she was pulled back by a strong force. The door, which she had opened halfway, was blocked back, and she was pressed against the door, her face pressed against the cold door, unable to see what was behind her.
"Jiang An!?" she cried out, "Let me go!"
Jiang An's dark eyes fell on her.
A beautiful neck and shoulder line, a full and rounded chest, a slender waist like a willow branch...
He ran his fingers along her cheek. "If I agree, you'll be angry. If I don't agree, you'll still be angry."
"Yangyang, you're so hard to please."
Wen Lingshuang: "..."
"Mind your own business! I'm just that difficult to please!" Wen Lingshuang, unable to see what was happening behind her, pursed her lips and said, "You can still regret it now!"
"If I regret it, are you still planning to marry another man?"
Jiang An's voice suddenly drew closer, as if he were whispering in her ear. Although the actions were intimate, they gave off a dangerous aura, as if the consequences would be dire if she didn't answer the question properly.
Thinking of what she had experienced before, she felt both wronged and unwilling. "I'll only marry you, only Jiang An, okay? Let me go!"
She thought a satisfactory answer would make Jiang An let go, but in the dim light, she didn't hear him agree to let go or hear any reply. She only heard a very crisp and brief sound of a zipper being pulled open.
Wen Lingshuang's heart tightened.
Before I could react, a chill ran down my spine from beneath my skirt.
The villa occupies a large area, which was originally a great advantage, but now this advantage has become a disadvantage. For example, the splashing and dripping sounds are extremely clear and bright, as if every drop of water flowing from her body could be heard clearly when it hits the ground. Drip, drip, she herself can't count how much has flowed, she only remembers that there are many, many, as many as the lakes outside.
Jiang An asked her, "Does this mean I miss you?"
Wen Lingshuang was speechless.
Jiang An then asked, "If it doesn't count, how about this?"
Wen Lingshuang breathed heavily, like a fish out of water in a lake, surrounded by warm seawater that rushed into her mouth and nose from all directions.
The door frame rattled violently, one beat after another, like tools chiseling into the door, trying to dismantle the entire door.
He had her under his control.
As Tan Zhu had said before, he controlled everything about her.
She couldn't even escape or break free; she could only let him control her and do whatever he wanted.
In the boundless darkness, she heard him whisper in her ear, "Yangyang, my longing for you is real. If you can't feel it yet, just slowly come to know it..."
“I can feel it,” she said with difficulty. “I know you miss me.”
"But I can't remember how I feel when I miss you."
"I...I've got it..."
"Really?"
"Mmm." She turned her head to look at him with difficulty, her cheeks soaked with sweat. "Jiang An, in the future, when you miss me, I only need to look into your eyes to know."
"So what do I see in my eyes right now?"
She looked into his eyes with difficulty.
What else is there besides her?
A delicate woman who can barely stand, and Wen Lingshuang, a side of him he has never seen before, imprisoned by him.
She was beautiful and charming.
She is charming and alluring.
Even when all the flowers are in full bloom, she can still win first place.
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