Chapter 50 He'll agree as long as she says it...
After Jiang An applied the ointment to Wen Lingshuang, he was still a little worried. Her voice was hoarse, and he had choked her so badly. It was as if a thousand arrows were piercing her heart.
He gently pulled her up from the desk, picked up the phone, dialed the private doctor's number, and asked him to come to the company immediately.
It was unusually rapid.
When the doctor arrived, he opened the door and saw Wen Lingshuang resting on her side on the sofa. Everyone knew that Jiang An was about to marry Wen Lingshuang. This renowned 'Mrs. Jiang' was a rare beauty in the industry. Not only was she beautiful, but her temper... was also unusually pretentious. If she was even slightly dissatisfied, everyone around her would suffer. This was the first time Jiang An's private doctor had met this future 'Mrs. Jiang'.
It can only be said that the rumors are true.
Mrs. Jiang is indeed stunningly beautiful.
It was indeed pretentious.
In a place like the company headquarters, she actually took off her high heels and put her feet on Jiang An's lap, asking him to massage her calves.
She probably had no idea how high or how great Jiang An's status and power were. A single word from him could bankrupt most of the businesses in the entire capital city. How could such a person sit here so calmly and massage her legs?
The doctor carried his medicine kit to the sofa.
Seeing this, Jiang An gently coaxed, "Yangyang, get up and let the doctor check your neck."
Wen Lingshuang didn't even open her eyes, just snorted and said coquettishly, "No."
Jiang An sighed, got up, walked to her side, put his arms around her, picked her up and held her in his arms, then turned to look at the doctor: "Take a look at her."
The doctor had never seen Jiang An like this before. He was extremely surprised, but he didn't show it on his face. He walked up to Wen Lingshuang to examine her and asked, "Madam, what happened to you?"
"I pinched him."
Doctor: "Huh?"
Wen Lingshuang, who had been keeping her eyes closed, suddenly opened them and punched Jiang An in the chest, saying, "It wasn't pinching, it was domestic violence against me."
Jiang An: "..."
A few beads of cold sweat appeared on the doctor's forehead. After examining the wound carefully for a moment, he said in a low voice, "No vital organs were injured, just some bruising. I'll prescribe some medicine to reduce the swelling, and it will be fine in a few days."
"Her voice was also hoarse."
"It will subside after a few hours if you don't speak, so Chairman Jiang doesn't need to worry."
Jiang An nodded and told him to leave after he finished prescribing the medicine.
The doctor carried his medical kit out the door and saw Lon. The two nodded to each other in tacit agreement. They kept quiet about everything that had happened in the office. Chairman Jiang hated it most when others discussed his private affairs. He had disliked it before, and now he disliked it even more.
The heavy rain outside the window gradually subsided, and the redness and swelling on Wen Lingshuang's neck visibly faded. Her voice also gradually returned. Jiang An held her in his arms and applied medicine to her every ten minutes, his fingertips gently stroking every inch of her neck. Wen Lingshuang found a comfortable position in his arms, like a Persian cat being stroked, lazily squinting her eyes and enjoying his pampering.
After the medicine was applied, Lon knocked on the door.
It's very light.
I knocked twice.
Jiang An spoke: "Go in."
Lon didn't go in, but said through the door, "Sir, Mrs. Wen has suddenly come to visit and says she wants to see you."
Upon hearing of Tan Yu's arrival, Wen Lingshuang, who was in his arms, suddenly opened her eyes, like a startled cat. She grabbed Jiang An's tie, her eyes revealing a hint of panic. Did her mother know that she had secretly come to see Jiang An? Oh no, she was probably here to arrest her. Judging from how seriously her mother took this matter, she would definitely get a scolding if she was taken back.
She had just been subjected to domestic violence by Jiang An, and now she couldn't even go home.
After thinking it over and over, she broke free from Jiang An's embrace, not even having time to put on her high heels, and hurriedly stuffed them under the sofa. Looking around, she saw a door on the right and ran towards it, saying as she ran, "Don't tell my mom I've been here. If she finds out I secretly came to see you, I'm doomed."
Jiang An saw the direction she ran in and was about to call out to her, but she had already run into the room.
The room wasn't large, only about seven or eight square meters. It looked like it used to be a storage room, but now... Wen Lingshuang looked around. The room was very clean, with a faint fragrance. The fragrance came from the vase on the counter, which held several blooming roses. The petals were glistening with dew. On the walls hung portraits of her.
Some were sipping tea with their chins resting on their hands, some were basking in the sun by the window, some were standing in front of a mirror holding gifts, and one photo was so explicit that she couldn't bear to look at most of them...
Besides the oil paintings, there were also countless small framed photos displayed on the counter.
She swallowed hard, opened one of the drawers, and saw a familiar teacup inside. Upon closer inspection, it seemed like one she had used. Another drawer contained a wristwatch she had worn. The other drawers were filled with her belongings: lipsticks, perfumes, shoes, scarves…
All of these belong to her.
Wen Lingshuang's heart was pounding wildly.
Suddenly, Tan Yu's voice came from outside the door.
She snapped out of her reverie, returned to the door, and pressed herself against it, listening intently.
It seems that Tan Yu was passing by the Xining Group and, thinking that the two of them were about to get married, came up to see him. The small talk was meaningless, and Wen Ling Shuang found it boring. She went back to rummage through Jiang An's collection. She didn't know that he had collected so many of her things. She opened the innermost cabinet on the right and found a diamond-encrusted hairpin inside. The hairpin looked so familiar. When had she worn it?
She tried hard to think about it.
"Jiang An, you and Ling Shuang are getting married. As her mother, there are some things I might need to make clear to you beforehand." Tan Yu's voice was a bit lower outside the door.
Wen Lingshuang put the hairpin back and walked to the door.
"Please speak."
“I met your stepmother, Ms. Yao, a few days ago.” Tan Yu paused for a moment. “I know you are not his biological daughter, and there are many things you can’t interfere with. But since Ling Shuang married you, she is your wife. She was spoiled by me and her father since she was a child. She always wants to be the first in everything and she has to be happy before others can be happy.”
"I see."
"It's good that you understand. Although our Wen family is no match for your Jiang family, I only have one daughter. If she suffers any injustice, I will not let it go."
"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing."
As she finished speaking, Tan Yu picked up her teacup and took a sip. As she looked down, she vaguely saw the shadow of a high heel under the sofa. Upon closer inspection, it resembled a diamond shoe designed by Wen Lingshuang's favorite designer, with half of the shoe inlaid with diamonds.
Tan Yu's heart sank, and she put down her teacup.
She had a lot to say, but she swallowed it all back. She stood up and said, "Okay, I won't disturb your work. I'll go now."
"Auntie, you haven't been sitting for more than a few minutes."
Tan Yu looked around, her gaze finally settling on a door. Looking at the tightly closed door, she said, "I'm not leaving..."
She paused briefly, then said, "It's going to rain heavily."
After saying that, she picked up her bag and walked out the door.
Wen Lingshuang, who was inside the door, pressed herself against it. She heard the footsteps fade into the distance, and then the door close. Only then did she slowly push the door open, peeking out to peek inside. Jiang An was the only one left in the office. She stepped out and said, "My mom's gone?"
Jiang An looked at her bare feet, shook his head helplessly, got up and walked to her side, picked her up and carried her to the sofa. He didn't mind that she was dirty, patted the dust off her feet, and said, "Let's go."
Then he frowned and said, "The ground is cold. Why are you running in here without shoes?"
"You still have the nerve to say that? Isn't it all because of you?" She touched her aching neck, feeling wronged. "If I hadn't secretly come back to see you, would things have turned out like this?"
Jiang An looked at her with heartache.
He caught the nuances in her words precisely and whispered, "So you missed me a lot while you were abroad?"
"No!" Wen Lingshuang looked at him and said, word by word, "I don't miss you at all."
She found a comfortable spot to lean against him, tugging at his tie and playing with it, wrapping it around her palm a few times before letting go. Jiang An simply held her like that, letting her play with it. After a while, she got bored, turned around and lay on his chest, listening to his pounding heartbeat, strong and powerful. She tilted her head slightly up to look at his sharp, smooth jawline and reached out to touch his cheek.
"Jiang An".
"Um?"
"How come there are so many photos of me and things I used in your office?"
"They had someone draw it based on your photo."
"You admit it so readily." She sat up slightly to look at him. "Then what about that hairpin? I remember losing it a long time ago, how did it end up with you?"
The earliest should be the day of his eighteenth birthday coming-of-age ceremony?
I can't remember the specifics, but I do remember that the hairpin was a gift from my grandmother. The diamond on the hairpin was auctioned off by my grandmother herself at the mine. She wore it for a few months and then it suddenly disappeared. At that time, she didn't know Jiang An yet.
Jiang An didn't know how to explain, and after a moment of silence, said, "You can try to guess."
"You didn't fall for me a long time ago, did you?" she exaggerated. "You've been coveting me for a very, very long time, wanting to possess me." She pretended to be scared and hugged herself, looking at him with her big, round, beautiful eyes. "Day after day, you just wanted to marry me."
As she said this, Jiang An kept his eyes fixed on her.
After she finished speaking, he raised his hand, pinched her chin, and gently stroked it with his fingertips, saying, "Yes."
Wen Lingshuang thought he was agreeing with her, and blinked, "Then what do you want to do by marrying me?"
"What do you want to do?" Jiang An's hand, which was stroking her chin, slowly moved downwards, his voice gradually deepening, "I want to pluck this flower of wealth from your body."
"To be used by me".
Wen Lingshuang felt a slight tremor in her heart.
Because the seriousness in those deep, dark eyes didn't seem genuine.
He seemed to have coveted her for a very long time, to the point that he thought about her day and night and wanted to marry her.
His large hand gently cupped the back of her neck, his thin lips pressed against her red lips, easily prying open her pearly teeth and stirring her sweet fragrance.
She came to her senses, placed her hands against his chest, and sobbed, "Jiang An... Jiang An... Did you attend my eighteenth birthday banquet?"
Her voice was drowned out by the kiss.
Mixed with Jiang An's soft panting and her hot breath.
He participated.
Eighteen-year-old Wen Lingshuang was so beautiful that words could not describe her. And now, such a charming and beautiful flower was in his arms. He dared not use too much force, and kissed her red lips as if she were a rare treasure, his voice hoarse, "Yangyang".
Hearing his shouts, Wen Lingshuang felt weak all over.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, her voice unusually sweet, "Not here."
"Where to?"
"Let's go to the new house." She gently pushed him away, her eyes unfocused and glazed. "How about we go to the new house?"
How could he refuse?
He will agree as long as she asks.
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