Chapter 56 "Madam, are you awake?"
Under the warm yellow light, Jiang An placed Wen Lingshuang on the large main table. Even now, he could hardly believe that he had married her. This most beautiful flower in the circle of the wealthy had been nurtured in the family's etiquette and discipline for twenty-five years in a greenhouse, until he finally plucked her.
He still remembers the first time he saw her was at her eighteenth birthday party.
She wore a bright red velvet gown and the most exquisite makeup; one glance was enough to etch her image into his heart, impossible to erase. He considered himself indifferent to beauty, but since joining the upper echelons of the Xining Group, countless women had thrown themselves at him—some beautiful, some cute, some elegant, some intelligent…
I've seen so many beautiful women.
Yet he still falls for Wen Lingshuang's beauty.
love at first sight?
He found it laughable that such a ridiculous thing could happen to him.
Love is the thing he needs least in this world.
But undeniably, after that banquet, he would dream of her figure late at night, seemingly there and not there, haunting him like a ghost. Over the years, he has tried his best to restrain himself and be respectful. Even if he occasionally attends the same occasions as her, he will not go up to disturb her, watch her chatting and laughing with those young masters, or watch her talking and laughing with her girlfriends.
Until one day, she mentioned him.
They said he was an illegitimate child.
He said he was beating his older brothers.
There are countless rumors about him in the industry. He doesn't like to openly confront people, so he secretly tries to destroy them because he doesn't like people saying he's an illegitimate child.
Except for her.
He showed no reaction whatsoever when she mentioned his illegitimate child.
Very interesting.
He felt that no one could cross this line, but Wen Lingshuang crossed it with ease.
Wen Lingshuang's calf slid over Jiang An's leg, and she looked into his dark eyes with an extremely ambiguous gaze, saying, "Why are you looking at me like that without saying anything?"
Jiang An shook his head: "It's nothing, I just wanted to look at you like this, to see my new wife."
Wen Lingshuang was a little shy.
His gaze was so direct and intense, like a blazing fire, making her feel incredibly uncomfortable, as if she were completely naked in front of him.
Have you seen enough?
Jiang An raised his hand and touched her cheek. "I can't get enough of looking at you."
Wen Lingshuang rubbed against his leg, implying, "I've seen enough, put me down now, or I'll get angry."
Upon hearing this, Jiang An moved closer, encircling her between the desk and his arms, looking at her closely, and asked, "Yangyang, how do you feel about me now?"
Hate.
How would she feel if asked such a question at this moment?
Wen Lingshuang turned her head away, but even so, she could still feel the heat of Jiang An's breath on her neck. She pressed her hands against his hard chest and remained silent.
Jiang An raised his hand, pinched her chin, turned her head, and whispered, "Why aren't you saying anything? Hmm?"
This ambiguous atmosphere was like a raging fire. Even though the space was so large and they were the only two people in the entire villa, they were enveloped in an ambiguous atmosphere, with flames rising everywhere. She leaned back slightly, trying to create some distance between them, but leaning back like this exposed her snow-white breasts to his dark pupils.
Leaning against the desk, she said in a sweet voice, "Don't ask me that, it's so annoying."
Jiang An's large hand encircled her slender waist, gently lifting her up. His black loungewear vaguely outlined his figure, making him appear both composed and powerful, yet also relaxed and languid. After lifting her up, he pecked at her red lips, a light peck that was like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, creating countless ripples.
It got out of control.
Wen Lingshuang let out a soft moan as he grabbed the back of her neck and kissed her.
He didn't launch a strong attack, but rather gently, tenderly, and gradually conquered all her territory.
Wen Lingshuang melted into his arms like a puddle of water, her cheeks flushed, her eyes closed, but her eyelashes trembled slightly unintentionally.
He picked her up and carried her inside.
Wen Lingshuang gasped softly, then wrapped her arms tightly around his neck. "What are you doing?"
"Haven't you seen the layout of this villa yet? Let me show you a very beautiful place."
He carried her inside, and as they went, the light dimmed noticeably. He supported her hips with one hand and used the other to press the central control system. With a gentle press, a faint light appeared in the pitch-black surroundings. It wasn't glaring; it was a small, Chinese-style carved wall lamp. There were only three of them, installed on three different walls, so the lighting was limited but didn't obstruct the view.
Wen Lingshuang put her arms around his neck and looked up, and saw that the ceiling was a whole mirror, and there were several full-length mirrors made from Chinese screens around the room.
The multi-functional room he mentioned earlier has actually been built.
Wen Lingshuang looked around in surprise and found that they could be seen in the mirror from any angle, with views from all sides.
"You really made this mirror!" she exclaimed, somewhat surprised. "What for?"
"Look at you."
Wen Lingshuang's mind went blank for a moment, as if it had exploded, but she quickly came to her senses.
Her face was burning hot, and she buried her head in the crook of his neck, whispering, "Jiang An, who did you learn this from? You've become bad."
"Self-taught." He gently stroked the back of her neck with his large hand. "Yangyang."
"Um?"
"Mrs. Jiang."
Wen Lingshuang was extremely shy and couldn't resist his words. Her earlier teasing downstairs had turned sour, and she buried her face in her neck like a quail, not daring to look up.
Yangyang and Mrs. Jiang are both his names for her, but they are different. When he calls her Yangyang, it is gentle and doting, but when he calls her Mrs. Jiang, it is like a cheetah eyeing its prey, ready to skin her alive and devour her at any moment.
Jiang An carried her to the bedside and gently laid her down.
The mirror was too bright.
You can see everything clearly from any direction, and even when you're lying down, you can see the images projected onto the ceiling.
She was like a blooming rose, radiating beauty and allure, exuding charm and sexiness. Her thick, black hair spread out around the bed like silk, and when the man's fingers pulled down the straps of her suspenders, it was as if he were applying varnish to a work of art.
Wen Lingshuang also found it difficult to recover from that extreme vision.
That was so exciting!
Or perhaps I've never experienced anything so exciting in my life.
The way she looked at Jiang An from the left was completely different from how she looked at him from the right.
Why are they so different even though it's the same person?
The Jiang An in the left mirror was still the same self-disciplined, gentle, and humble man she remembered, still dressed, gazing at her tenderly; but the Jiang An in the right mirror was a completely different side of him, cold, domineering, and ruthless... She couldn't even tell which one was the real him.
I dare not look.
I dare not open my eyes.
She closed her eyes tightly, letting the high temperature in the room assault her.
Before, she was Wen Lingshuang, and he was Jiang An; there was a thin membrane between them.
Now she is Mrs. Jiang, and he is her husband. They no longer need that thin membrane to prove their identities and their love.
Even though he never said 'I love you' or 'I like you,' she knew he liked her.
When Jiang An saw Wen Lingshuang transform once again into the alluring, charming, and captivating woman no one had ever seen before, he couldn't help but embrace her and whisper, "Do you regret it?"
"Regret?" she asked with difficulty. "Regret what?"
"You regret beckoning me downstairs just now."
Wen Lingshuang's thoughts were fragmented, and it took her several minutes to think before she answered, "No, I don't regret it."
She wanted him.
Right here, tonight.
Jiang An's dark eyes narrowed, and he leaned in another inch. "As long as you don't regret it."
Wen Lingshuang bit her red lips tightly, trying not to make a sound.
Jiang An gently opened his tiger's mouth and pinched her cheek, whispering, "Scream, don't hold it in."
"I won't call it."
"Why? You called me so nicely before."
"This mirror... isn't called..."
"Oh……"
Wen Lingshuang couldn't hold back for more than a few minutes before she broke down. She screamed for an unknown amount of time until her voice became hoarse.
As dawn approached, when she recalled Jiang An asking her if she regretted it, she suddenly felt a pang of regret.
It turns out that some men are truly gifted, and that they were only trying to protect her and didn't go too far.
This time they really went all out.
She fainted and developed a fever.
Actually, she developed a fever the following afternoon. When she woke up in a daze, her mind was extremely foggy, and she could hear rustling sounds in her ears, such as that she should rest, take medicine, and see how things go.
She turned over, trying to find a more comfortable position.
Even after turning over, I still felt very uncomfortable.
How terrifying.
He fell asleep, but the wound still couldn't close.
I slept until the morning of the third day.
She vaguely felt someone feeding her water. She took a sip, slowly opened her eyes, and met Jiang An's gaze.
He seemed relieved and touched her forehead. "The fever has gone down."
Wen Lingshuang closed her eyes again, found a comfortable spot to lean against him, and asked in a hoarse voice, "Hmm? What time is it?"
"Eight o'clock."
"So early."
Jiang An kissed her forehead. "Is it still early? You've slept all day."
Wen Lingshuang frowned slightly, "A whole day? We were just here a few hours ago..."
She paused for a moment, then raised her hand and punched his chest. "You're so mean. I told you to stop, but you wouldn't listen. I'm not hiring you anymore. You've been doing this for so long."
Jiang An grasped her delicate wrist and said with heartache, "It was my fault. I couldn't resist on our wedding night. I won't do it again."
For some reason, Wen Lingshuang always liked the feeling of him caring for her.
It feels wonderful to be cared for by him.
She snuggled against him contentedly and said, "Then from now on, when I tell you to stop, you have to stop."
"Then how do I know which 'stop' is the truth?"
Wen Lingshuang: "..."
Too.
Stop when you feel comfortable, stop when you feel great, stop when you go too fast, stop when you go too slow...
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door: "Madam, are you awake?"
Ah Shui's voice came from outside the door.
Ah Shui was taken to Xihong Villa yesterday, and will continue to take care of Wen Lingshuang.
Upon hearing Ah Shui's voice, Wen Lingshuang responded.
Ah Shui said through the door, "We have guests."
Ah Shui hesitated, "It's Madam Jiang who's here."
Yao Fei.
Wen Lingshuang broke free from Jiang An's embrace in an instant. "Ms. Yao is here! Quick, quick, change your clothes!"
Seeing that she was trying to get up, Jiang An pressed down on her shoulders with both hands. "Don't move, just lie down and rest. I'll go see her."
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