Chapter 68 Returning to Our Home
Wen Lingshuang reluctantly put on her clothes. The people sitting next to her couldn't help but laugh when they saw Jiang An's action. They had known Jiang An for many years and it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that he was a man of few desires, especially after he gradually took power in the Jiang family, when countless women flocked to him.
Two years ago, there was a Huang family heiress who pursued him so relentlessly that it could only be described as 'tragic'. When Jiang An went on business trips, she followed him. Last year, for the Huanpu project, which required a real-world survey in the desolate Northwest, Jiang An went, and the Huang family heiress followed without hesitation. Many workers couldn't bear the hardships there, enduring the scorching sun and eating only vegetables. After just a few days, they all lost weight.
Even so, she didn't utter a single complaint.
Logically speaking, the Huang family's daughter is not bad-looking. Although she is not as beautiful and bright as Wen Lingshuang, she can still be considered a beauty. Men would feel sorry for her to see her working so hard. But when it came to Jiang An, he only left one sentence: "If you don't suffer, you have to endure it."
It perfectly portrays a person's lack of understanding of romance and tenderness towards women.
His friends all guessed that he was either physically or mentally unwell.
The former can still see a doctor, but there's nothing that can be done about the latter. People aren't into male beauty anyway, otherwise they might have sacrificed themselves for Jiang An.
Only now, seeing Jiang An protecting Wen Ling Shuang as if she were something else, do people realize that this is not acceptable at all.
Even heroes can't resist the charms of a beautiful woman.
So it turns out that the "beauty barrier" only applies to women as beautiful as Wen Lingshuang.
Wen Lingshuang's delicate and charming appearance would make any man's heart flutter.
Everyone couldn't help but joke, "Miss Wen, we have to call you Mrs. Jiang now. It's been about ten days since you married Jiang An. How does it feel?"
“Our Chairman Jiang is notoriously clueless about romance; I don’t know if he can even please you.”
Is Jiang An oblivious to romance?
Where do we even begin?
Aside from being a bit old-fashioned, a bit older, and taking too long to have sex, there's no way he's unromantic.
Wen Lingshuang glanced at Jiang An and smiled, "Did he do something unromantic before?"
Those who can be friends with Jiang An are all old foxes.
No one will see someone jump into a trap.
"No, it's just that it's normal to be clueless about romance if you haven't been in a relationship by your thirties. The main thing is whether you can handle it."
Wen Lingshuang blinked, not quite believing this explanation.
She knew that there were quite a few wealthy young ladies in the industry who liked Jiang An, but for some reason, she rarely encountered anyone pursuing him openly. Logically speaking, such a perfect man couldn't possibly have no suitors. Could it be because of his status as an illegitimate child? But he is now the heir of the Jiang family. Does it matter whether he is an illegitimate child or not?
Her beautiful eyes fell on Jiang An, and after looking him up and down, she came to a conclusion.
Jiang An is too cold.
It's the kind of person who, if unfamiliar with him, will feel endless fear, awe, and a sense of alienation from his powerful aura.
What a pity.
Jiang An showed a different side to her; she liked his self-discipline, gentleness, and his constant control over her in bed.
She laughed and took his arm, saying, "You guys are being so rude. Being in your thirties and not having a girlfriend is considered virtuous. How come you're making it sound like it's wrong not to have a girlfriend? You guys have something wrong with your thinking."
Her voice was soft and sweet; after a few words, even the most aloof man would melt.
Just as the group was about to speak, they saw Pei Du come down the stairs, fastening his belt as he went.
Everyone exchanged glances, realizing what had happened in the few minutes they had gone upstairs.
Pei Du is a very unreliable person. In his early years, he was clearly a gentle and refined person, but at some point he became like most of the rich second-generation heirs in the circle who indulge in eating, drinking and having fun. He is ruthless and merciless in his actions, leaving no room for compromise. The difference is that he is truly capable and talented. The nickname "Second Master of the Pei Family" is not given for nothing.
Pei Du walked over casually, and when he reached the sofa, he kicked his friend Xu Tingfei.
Xu Tingfei was too lazy to care about Pei Du's bad temper. He pulled his foot back, glanced at him sideways, and asked, "Feeling better now?"
Pei Du, with a large red handprint on his face and a cigarette dangling from his mouth, sat casually on the sofa and said, "No."
No wonder it smelled so strong.
Pei Du, with a cigarette between his teeth, was about to light it.
Jiang An then said, "No smoking indoors."
Pei Du was taken aback, turned to look at him, then at Wen Lingshuang, and sneered, "Jiang An, are you enjoying this old cow eating young grass?"
Wen Lingshuang: "..."
She looked at Pei Du and asked, "And you, did you enjoy getting slapped after forcing yourself on me?"
Upon hearing this, Pei Du's hand, which was about to light the fire, froze in mid-air, his dark eyes narrowing as if a storm was brewing.
The people around her were surprised by Wen Lingshuang's words and suppressed their laughter.
Everyone knows that Pei Du has been feeling very frustrated lately. His wife ignores him and, because of Pei Du's family background and status, few people dare to speak to him so bluntly.
Pei Du tossed away his cigarette and was about to speak when he met Jiang An's dark eyes again.
That look...
Pei Du thought to himself, "Forget it, Jiang An is over thirty years old and finally got married. Wen Lingshuang is such a pretentious person, and now that she has Jiang An backing her up, she's even more willful. I can't break up my friend's family just for the sake of a good argument."
A moment of patience brings calm, a step back opens up a vast expanse.
Pei Du remained silent, sat on the sofa, threw the entire cigarette pack into the trash can, and turned to drink.
Jiang An poured some and handed it to her, saying, "You're only allowed to drink this much."
Wen Lingshuang took the wine glass with a sense of satisfaction, feeling as if her father was by her side.
That's how my father is. When we go out with him, he forbids me from eating this, drinking that, going out with friends, and so on...
She frowned and glared at him, whispering, "I knew I shouldn't have spoken up for you earlier. Pei Du was right, you're an old cow eating young grass."
Jiang An chuckled at her whispered words and leaned closer to ask, "You want to drink that much?"
Wen Lingshuang grabbed his arm and said coquettishly, "Mmm, I really want to drink it."
Jiang An pondered for a moment, "If you can guarantee you won't get drunk, then..."
"I promise!" Before Jiang An could finish speaking, Wen Lingshuang immediately raised her finger, making a vow-like gesture, "I absolutely will not get drunk!"
Jiang An shook his head helplessly and could only hand her the wine glass.
The atmosphere was excellent, with no vulgar jokes or crude language. Everyone chatted about international economics, domestic and international financial events, and the details of the projects they were taking over. Wen Lingshuang discovered another side of Jiang An, his relaxed and languid demeanor when facing his friends. During the conversation, several projects, neither too big nor too small, were quietly finalized.
Wen Lingshuang had never been involved in the affairs of her family's group. Her understanding of finance and the details of international economics and trade was like that of a dabbler. As she listened to their grand pronouncements, she could only silently drink her wine and lean on Jiang An's shoulder.
Time passed silently, and before we knew it, it was past ten o'clock at night.
Jiang An raised his wristwatch to check the time and said, "It's time. That's all for today."
Pei Du put down his wine glass: "I'll see you out."
He escorted the two to the parking lot, and looking at the slightly tipsy Wen Lingshuang, he lowered his voice and said, "Jiang An, you can't spoil her like this."
All night long, he was either holding Wen Lingshuang in his arms, pouring her wine, or even putting on her shoes when she went out.
Pei Du's impression of Jiang An was not like this.
Jiang An looked down at the woman in his arms. A faint blush rose on her fair cheeks; she was already somewhat drunk.
He looked up at Pei Du and asked, "So you can't win someone over because you're not favored?"
Pei Du: "..."
Her lips twitched. "No, she was always mine."
Jiang An shook his head. "Twenty-eight, not young anymore." He meant that if he continued to cause trouble, he would end up alone.
After saying that, he put his arm around Wen Lingshuang and got into the car.
After the two got into the car and left, Pei Du watched them drive away, kicked the plant next to him in anger, looked at the brightly lit bedroom on the second floor, and walked into the living room with a dark face.
In the car, Wen Lingshuang was drowsy. Actually, she wasn't very drunk and could still open her eyes from time to time to look at the scenery outside the window. Seeing that the road wasn't the way to the Jiang family, she subconsciously put her hand on Jiang An's thigh and said indistinctly, "Isn't it going back to the Jiang family?"
Jiang An looked down at her hand.
Was it intentional or was he genuinely drunk?
It's placed here so impartially.
Jiang An's sun throbbed twice, and he said, "Let's go back to our home."
"Huh?" Wen Lingshuang immediately sobered up upon hearing this. "Going back to the Jiang family? What would we do at our home?"
"You don't feel comfortable at the Jiang family's house."
Jiang An calmly took her hand and said, "Sit still."
Jiang An didn't like seeing Wen Lingshuang living in the Jiang family for his sake, didn't like seeing her pretending to smile when she was clearly unhappy, and didn't like seeing her holding back her anger when she clearly wanted to. She should be able to throw tantrums without restraint and do whatever she wanted without restraint.
A flower that has been raised in a greenhouse since childhood is transplanted indoors, and he is entitled to take better care of it than before.
Wen Lingshuang retorted, "No, let's go back to the Jiang family!"
Jiang An remained silent.
Seeing that he remained silent, and the car continued driving towards their home, Wen Lingshuang, for some reason, felt her anger rising uncontrollably under the influence of alcohol. "Don't make decisions for me without my consent! What I do and what I don't want to do are not for you to decide. If I want to drink, leave me alone. If I want to go back to the Jiang family, don't take me home. If you forcefully make decisions for me like this, what's the difference between me and your pet?"
Wen Lingshuang didn't know why she was so angry.
But she just couldn't help it.
She had a very unpleasant and unpleasant day at the Jiang family home, and this was the least of her worries; Jiang An had lived in the Jiang family home for so many years, and his life was far more than just unpleasant and unpleasant. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to call it abuse.
The Jiang family wouldn't let her see the room where Jiang An lived as a child, but she could roughly guess where he lived.
It should be dark, dilapidated, and damp, like a rat that can't stand the light, huddled in a corner.
Jiang Qi's cold and domineering nature, Yao Fei's scheming, and the servants' harsh treatment... she simply couldn't imagine how Jiang An had survived to this day in such an environment. She felt sorry for him and worried about him, so she was determined to seek justice for him no matter what.
To put it bluntly, the real reason Jiang An is taking her away from the Jiang family isn't because she's angry about it, but because she's angry at herself for not being powerful enough to take care of Yao Fei, Jiang Xu, Jiang Qi, and all the servants in a single day.
Jiang An is right, she had a very uncomfortable day.
Unable to find an outlet for her discomfort, Jiang An's toughness and stubbornness gave her one, so she blurted out those words without thinking.
She regretted it as soon as she said it...
Upon hearing those words, Jiang An abruptly pulled the car over to the side of the road, rolled down the window, and let the wind in.
Then he turned to look at Wen Lingshuang.
His dark, deep eyes held a complex mix of emotions.
Before he could even speak, Wen Lingshuang suddenly unbuckled her seatbelt, hugged him tightly, and sobbed, "You're so mean! You don't even try to comfort me, you don't say a word, you're so mean..."
Jiang An: "..."
He stopped the car just now to say that he loves her, and if loving her makes her feel uncomfortable, he will try his best to find a balance.
He knew that drinking was bad for her health and he didn't want her to get hurt. The Jiang family's situation was complicated, and he didn't want her to be involved in it either.
Without saying a word, she suddenly hugged him, buried her head in his neck, and began to sob. Hot tears rolled down his neck, and his heart softened. He reached out and stroked her back, comforting her, "Miss, you're the one who scolds and cries. Now you want me to comfort you, so you have to give me a chance."
She hugged him tightly, straddling his lap from her seat, like a koala, holding him snugly. "Then you comfort him, hurry up and comfort him."
Jiang An said with heartache, "Yangyang, if my excessive interference in your affairs makes you unhappy, you should tell me, and I can change. But there are two things that are absolutely unacceptable: one is drinking, and the other is your desire to interfere in the Jiang family's affairs." He softened his tone, "Actually, it's not that I don't allow you to drink, I just hope you drink less. We still have decades ahead of us, and I hope you stay healthy and accompany me until we grow old."
"I'm not angry that you told me to drink, I'm angry..." she sobbed, unable to speak clearly.
Jiang An saw her face streaked with tears and felt a pang of heartache. He gently kissed away all her tears and cupped her face in one hand, saying, "Don't cry."
"I'm so angry, I'm so angry..." she sobbed, her voice trembling with tears. "You weren't home today, and Jiang Qi's face made me furious. And those servants, I know they've been talking about me behind my back. Yao Fei even deliberately sent Zhao Tinghe to annoy me... You won't let me get revenge, and you're taking me home. I'm not going anywhere. I'm going back to the Jiang family to get revenge. I'm going to cause them trouble. I'm going to make them miserable and unhappy!"
She rambled on incoherently, and Jiang An couldn't make out the main points.
But I understood a few words: Jiang Qi, scold her, Zhao Tinghe, revenge.
Jiang An frowned, roughly understanding why she had suddenly lost her temper and why she was saying such incoherent things—it was all because she was angry.
He gently wiped away her tears with heartache. "Jiang Qi has upset you. Within a month, I will kick him out of Beijing. I will also replace all the servants. Yao Fei... wait a minute, I will give you a satisfactory answer. And Zhao Tinghe too." He kissed her red lips. "I will take care of anything that makes you unhappy. I don't need you to lift a finger or seek revenge."
When he kissed her, he gently pried open her pearly teeth.
She let him pry her open, his tongue entwining with hers, and she whimpered, "Then what do I want to do?"
"You?" Jiang An chuckled, holding the back of her neck. "What else can I do? Be your Miss Wen and live your life of eating, drinking, and having fun."
Hearing this, Wen Lingshuang clenched her fist and punched his chest hard. "No way! I spent a little of your money, and look what people are saying about me now, hmph."
“So you didn’t spend enough.” Jiang An gently pinched the tip of her nose. “Next time, spend more, and the media won’t talk about you, they’ll only talk about me.”
Wen Lingshuang's sweater was easy to undo; a few buttons were undone, and the snowball fell into his hands without reservation.
"What did I say to you?" She bit her lip gently, unable to bear his caresses.
"They just say I was so infatuated with his beauty that I forgot myself."
Wen Lingshuang was amused by him and pushed his shoulder, "Come on, those media will only harass me, they wouldn't dare to say anything about you."
"Shall we give it a try?" Jiang An chuckled.
"Aren't you afraid I'll bankrupt you?"
In the darkness, Jiang An's dark eyes held a hint of a smile as he slowly uttered two words, "Honored."
She's so good at flirting.
Wen Lingshuang blushed as he teased her, “Your friends really don’t understand you. They say you’re clueless about romance… Ah… Mingming, you’re very romantic.”
Looking at her emotional face, Jiang An couldn't help but kiss her lips. "I was wrong, only for you."
The temperature inside the car is rising.
Both of them fell in love.
Jiang An realized this couldn't go on, so he desperately controlled his emotions, withdrew his hand, straightened her sweater, and patted her soft bottom. "Alright, get down."
Wen Lingshuang looked at him with hazy eyes, her interest piqued but somewhat annoyed, "No."
“There are surveillance cameras around here,” Jiang An pointed to a spot not far away. “I’m driving the company car today.”
Wen Lingshuang looked in the direction he was pointing and saw the surveillance camera not far away.
Reluctantly, he got up, sat back in his seat, and said with dissatisfaction, "Let's go home."
"Which home are we going to?" Jiang An asked as he drove.
Wen Lingshuang felt that he did it on purpose!
After flirting with her like this, you still want to go back to which home?!
She bit her lip and said, "Go back to my own home!"
Jiang An chuckled and reached out to pat her head. "Sit still, Mrs. Jiang. It's time to go home."
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