Chapter 61 Guilty Heart
Wen Lingshuang felt guilty and ashamed for secretly meeting Shang Yu without Jiang An's knowledge. She knew how possessive Jiang An was and how much he cared about her. He had even been jealous of Chen Xuanhe for so long. If he knew that she had met another man, he would probably be jealous to death. So, she used her guilt to provoke him.
However, such provocations always turn sour in the end.
Jiang An pinched her waist, and as he pinched, he suddenly picked her up with one hand, flipped her over, and pressed her down on the desk.
Wen Lingshuang wanted to tell him to be gentler.
But thinking about what she was hiding from him, she could only endure it.
Jiang An was also puzzled. Why was Wen Lingshuang being so proactive today?
It's one thing to take the initiative, but to be so patient is another. Before, when things were a little heavier, she would whine and plead for ages.
Is Fang Pei really that important? Is it worth putting up with this much just so he can come home for the New Year?
Jiang An grew angrier the more he thought about it, and the angrier he became, the harder he tried. He wanted to hear her give up, to hear her plead, to hear her act coquettish, but no matter how hard he tried, she refused to utter a sound.
I've never felt so exhilarated before.
Even if it was mixed with jealousy.
Outside the door, Ah Shui carried the boiled sweet soup upstairs. Before she even reached the top of the stairs, she heard a 'thump, thump, thump' sound coming from the study.
It sounded like a dull thud from hitting a desk or cabinet.
Ah Shui walked closer to the sound and could vaguely hear Jiang An's voice, but it was very low and he couldn't make out what he was saying.
The banging on the desk grew more and more urgent.
Ah Shui stood there, somewhat puzzled. They had a repairman at home; if the desk was broken, why would Chairman Jiang do it himself? That desk was incredibly hard; you couldn't even hammer a nail in. And now it was making such a loud thumping sound…
Ah Shui thought about it for a long time, but still turned around and left.
With her mistress not around, she dared not be alone with Jiang An. Even a single glance from him could make her tremble for half a day.
Inside the study, Wen Lingshuang was drenched in sweat, lying motionless on the desk, her thick, black hair spread out around her like seaweed. Jiang An finally stopped moving, supporting her waist with one hand and panting for a long time before finally scooping her up.
Wen Lingshuang collapsed into his arms, as soft and yielding as water, her eyes barely open, glistening with moisture.
Jiang An kissed her forehead and asked breathlessly, "Should we still let Fang Pei come back for the New Year?"
Wen Lingshuang had no strength to reply to him, and shook her head with difficulty.
She only mentioned Fang Pei, and Jiang An reacted so strongly.
If he finds out that I went to a hotel with Shang Yu...
She realized she had said something wrong; if Shang Yu would become a corpse, so would she.
The ways they died were different.
She will die beneath him.
Jiang An was satisfied with her answer. He carried her to the open-air bath. The warm water enveloped her body, sweeping away all her fatigue. She wrapped her arms around his neck, lay on his chest and pretended to sleep, letting him reach out and wipe the filth off her body.
"Jiang An." She hummed softly.
"Um?"
"Can't we really spend Chinese New Year at home?"
The Lunar New Year is next month, and according to tradition, Wen Lingshuang will most likely spend it abroad. Before marrying Jiang An, she spent her days eating, drinking, and having fun with her friends. Now that she is married to Jiang An, she has a concept of "family," and such an important event as the Lunar New Year is on her mind.
Jiang An tossed her floating black hair in the water and said, "Aren't you going back to your parents' home?" He pondered, "I originally planned to go back to the Wen family home with you."
Upon hearing this, Wen Lingshuang suddenly opened her eyes and looked at him, "You're coming back with me?"
Jiang An nodded.
"Then the Jiang family..."
"I haven't spent a Chinese New Year at the Jiang family home since I became an adult."
Wen Lingshuang was stunned for a moment, then realized that she hadn't even gone to pay respects to her ancestors before, so it wasn't surprising that she wouldn't go back for the New Year.
She tilted her head to look at him, "What about before you came of age? What was it like to spend the New Year at the Jiang family's house?"
Those years were not pleasant memories for Jiang An. He lived in the basement, no different from the servants of the Jiang family. The Jiang family was a large family that placed great importance on family traditions, reputation and etiquette. They had to be meticulous in their etiquette during festivals and have comprehensive control in the business world. So much so that the Jiang family would never allow any 'stain' to damage the family's reputation on important occasions.
And this stain is Jiang An.
During holidays and festivals, he was always alone in the basement.
He never had a family reunion dinner, nor did he share a drink with the Jiang family.
I never ate it before I became an adult, and now that I'm an adult, I don't want to eat it anymore.
He has Wen Lingshuang, a delicate, spoiled young lady who can be easily coaxed.
He lowered his head and kissed her red lips. "I can't remember."
Her lips and tongue were enveloped, a tingling sensation spreading through her. Wen Lingshuang let out a soft "Mmm," her hands weakly pressing against his chest as she mumbled, "Then there's no good thing about you coming back to the Wen family with me. My parents are busy working during the New Year."
Jiang An stepped back slightly and looked down at her, "So what did you do during the New Year in the past?"
What are you doing...?
What else can I do...?
A one-stop shop for food, drinks, and entertainment; attend exhibitions and shows, buy collectibles, and purchase limited-edition cars to your heart's content...
She swallowed hard, afraid that Jiang An would pursue those cronies again.
She didn't want to be pressed against the desk anymore; it hurt so much.
She looked at him coquettishly and said, "Living alone all by yourself is so boring. What's the difference between you coming home with me and living at our house? It's just a change of scenery. I might as well stay at my own home..."
She leaned close to his ear and said, "Honey, how about we do something exciting for Chinese New Year?"
We must not continue with the previous topic.
We must never let him discover our secrets.
Jiang An discovered it.
Whenever Wen Lingshuang felt guilty, she would try especially to please him.
But what's the reason this time?
Jiang An gently pushed her away and pinched her chin. "What's so exciting?"
"I've never worn the sexy lingerie you bought me. How about I wear it for you during the New Year?" she said, hugging him sweetly. "Let's just stay home, let's just stay home..."
Jiang An narrowed his eyes, "You've been unusually proactive today."
Wen Lingshuang's heart tightened. "Really?"
"No?" Jiang An looked down at Xuefeng Luandong, his dark eyes deep and unfathomable. "He bit me all over today, and he didn't even make a sound when it hurt."
Wen Lingshuang: "..."
So, was it too much of a show of hospitality?
Wen Lingshuang thought about it carefully and realized it made sense; before, when they were intimate, Jiang An basically had to coax her to do it, and the few times he took the initiative were either 'forced' or because he felt guilty, like today.
Oh no, have we been found out?
Wen Lingshuang couldn't help but shudder when she thought about the intensity of what had just happened.
Her face suddenly turned cold, and she said stiffly, "You're such a strange person. We're husband and wife, and I'm good to you, yet you still doubt me. I'm done playing with you! I hate you! Don't ever touch me again!"
After saying that, she struggled and splashed in his arms, water splashing onto Jiang An's face. He didn't care at all, just watching her "act up" with a smile.
They say this is a case of hiding something obvious.
Wen Lingshuang is probably trying to cover up her misdeeds.
Wen Lingshuang struggled out of Jiang An's arms, scrambled ashore, wrapped herself in a towel, and headed out.
Jiang An watched her departing figure, a smile playing on his lips.
His adorable nature is almost too much.
Even their actions are so endearing.
Wen Lingshuang entered the room, hastily wiped the water stains off her body, took out a dress from the closet and put it on. As she put it on, she felt increasingly panicked. How much did Jiang An know? Was he testing her or did he already know what she had done? But she was doing it for his own good. With Shang Yu, a direct refusal would backfire. If she caused a rift between them and ruined their good cooperation, then Jiang Xu and Jiang Qi could take advantage of the situation.
She didn't want Jiang An to have another enemy like Shang Yu.
As she dried her wet hair, a pair of large hands suddenly took the towel from her and began to dry her dark hair. Hot breath came from behind her. "What's wrong? Are you angry because I said a few words to you?"
Wen Lingshuang feigned composure, gave a cold snort, and did not answer.
She didn't answer, so Jiang An hugged her from behind.
A hard chest pressed against her back, and Wen Lingshuang's heart trembled. She pushed herself back with her elbows. "Don't come near me. If you hate me taking the initiative so much, I won't take the initiative anymore."
"Who said I'm annoyed by you taking the initiative?"
"That's exactly what I mean," she said angrily. "From today onwards, we're entering into a sexless marriage! Platonic love."
Jiang An found it amusing. "Platonic love? Are you sure?"
Wen Lingshuang nodded vigorously, "I'm sure."
Jiang An drawled, "I see."
As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang An suddenly stretched out his finger.
Wen Lingshuang felt a tingling sensation on her scalp and her insteps tense up.
Jiang An took out his wet index finger and said, "So much water, Platonic love?"
Wen Lingshuang looked at his index finger, her face turning red involuntarily. She pushed him away forcefully and walked downstairs without looking back, cursing herself as she went.
That's so pathetic... Why does he act like this whenever he gets close to me...?
When she got to the first floor, she saw many unopened, exquisite gift boxes on the ground next to her. Most of them were gifts from guests. She walked over and randomly opened one. It turned out to be a gift from Fang Pei. It was a very exquisite set of pearl jewelry. She picked up the earrings and put them on. Jiang An came down from upstairs and saw her wearing the earrings.
It was a gift from Fang Pei.
Jiang An knew this so clearly because the gift box Fang Pei gave was very special, with a velvet green outer shell and Wen Lingshuang's English name embroidered on the outside.
He watched her put it on with a cold expression.
Perhaps it was sensing the chill behind it.
Wen Lingshuang took it off after wearing it for a second, neatly returned it to the box, and said to Ah Shui who was not far away, "Take it to the upstairs storeroom and put it there."
Ah Shui glanced at Jiang An standing on the steps and nodded.
After Ah Shui left, Wen Ling Shuang deliberately looked back and indeed saw Jiang An.
She glared at him angrily and said loudly on purpose, "Uncle Xu, please divide our dinner tonight. I want to eat separately from Jiang An."
Uncle Xu is the head chef in charge of the kitchen at home, and the meals are different every day.
Since arriving at Xihong Villa, all I knew was that Mr. Jiang and Mrs. Jiang were a harmonious couple. Why are they having to eat separately today?
Uncle Xu didn't dare to ask any more questions and nodded, saying, "Okay."
Jiang An slowly walked down to Wen Ling Shuang's side and asked, "Do you want to eat separately from me?"
Wen Lingshuang nodded proudly, "No, that's right!"
"Okay." Jiang An smiled and leaned close to her ear, "I've gotten so familiar with Yangyang's body, how many days can she last without anyone helping her?"
"Don't look down on me. Who can live without whom is hard to say." Wen Lingshuang looked at him with her clear and bright eyes. "I don't know who it is, but as soon as I get close, they get really hard."
Jiang An raised an eyebrow slightly, neither confirming nor denying.
That evening, the two shared their meal.
Wen Lingshuang returned to the master bedroom and had the food brought up. She ate while video chatting with her friends.
The conversation then turned to Xu Wen.
Wen Lingshuang couldn't help but wonder how long Jiang Xu could hide Xu Wen; once her belly got bigger, she wouldn't be able to hide her anymore.
If Jiang Hanyu knew he had an illegitimate grandson/granddaughter, it's hard to say whether he'd be furious or overjoyed.
She ate half of it, but had little appetite, so she climbed into bed to rest.
After resting for a while, I felt nauseous and got up to go to the bathroom to dry heave.
But after gagging for a long time, nothing came up.
Holding my lower back, I looked in the mirror and saw my slightly pale face. I felt strange. I've always been healthy, so why was I gagging?
Could she be pregnant?
The thought of this sent chills down Wen Lingshuang's spine.
To avoid the fortune teller's words coming true, she even moved to Xihong Villa. There's no reason she would get pregnant after only a few days of living there.
She's only twenty-five; she doesn't want to be a mother so early.
She comforted herself, turned and walked out of the room, only to see Jiang An open the door and come in, his tone cold and stiff, "Today, we're going to sleep in separate beds too!"
Jiang An leaned against the door with a half-smile, his expression meaningful. "Oh."
He paused briefly, then added, "Six months."
It means that if you don't let me touch you now, you'll be living a platonic relationship for the next six months.
Wen Lingshuang panicked upon hearing this.
"Why didn't you say so sooner? When did this happen? Why did you take so long?"
Jiang An nodded, "The transfer order hadn't been issued until now, and the cooperation project hadn't been finalized. Today, the group's transfer order finally came through."
Wen Lingshuang bit her red lips, remaining silent, her feelings extremely complicated.
Jiang An walked to her side and naturally put his arm around her slender waist. "How did I become like this?"
She stopped acting up and letting him hold her, clutching his shirt. "What do you mean by 'change'?"
"A scoundrel of refined manners."
Wen Lingshuang: "..."
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