Chapter 75: A refusal that offers no opportunity for negotiation...
At this moment, Jiang An abandoned all self-discipline, propriety, gentleness, and humility. Like a lion lurking in wait for its prey, once it had its jaws on, it refused to let go. Gentlemanly conduct was cast aside; self-discipline and propriety crumbled at the slightest blow. What of grace, what of manners, what of gentleness…?
I don't want any of them.
He felt utterly ridiculous. Yao Fei had used so many tricks, even resorting to things like shoving someone into his bed. He even remembered the nausea he felt when that woman's fragrance filled his nostrils as she lay beside him. But if it were Wen Lingshuang... if it were Wen Lingshuang... he probably would have succeeded long ago. He would have torn off her clothes without hesitation the moment she appeared in his bed, and attacked her without a second thought when she lay quietly beside him.
In short, morality and ethics have been reduced to nothing.
He only wants her.
From their first time to the countless times since, his changes are visible to the naked eye. At first, he would gently take care of her feelings, restrain his surging emotions and time, and even consult her opinion when changing positions. Now, whenever he sees her, all he can think of in his mind are those intimate scenes.
From human to animal, it only takes one gentle frost, and only a few months.
The interior of the car was dimly lit, but fortunately, a sliver of yellow light shone in from the side.
He could easily peel away the last layer of concealment.
In an instant, the abundant spring water, which had been hidden, flowed down continuously, covering my hands.
Wen Lingshuang blushed furiously when she saw him staring at the water in his palm. She grabbed his wrist and said, "We said we're going home, what are you doing?"
“Look at my wife.” His voice was terribly hoarse. “Look at how my wife has changed for me.” His Adam’s apple bobbed violently. “Yangyang, you’re bleeding so much… enough to raise fish.”
"You..." Wen Lingshuang looked at Jiang An with her beautiful eyes, finding it hard to believe that these words would come from his mouth. She angrily pounded his chest, "Are you crazy? How could you say such a thing!"
That's absolutely insane.
Jiang An didn't know what he was saying, but he felt that the flowing spring water must taste good.
He stared intently, his dark, deep eyes gradually changing, like a lion in heat, gazing at its favorite mate, ready to pounce at any moment.
But we can't scare her.
His partner was timid, prone to crying, and loved to yell endlessly; his yelling could probably be heard by everyone in the entire villa.
Perhaps gagging her with a tie would be a good solution.
But then he wouldn't be able to kiss her.
In just over ten seconds, dozens of 'evil' thoughts flashed through Jiang An's mind, so evil that he couldn't help but doubt whether he was the real him at that time, or whether he had been bewitched by Wen Lingshuang's beauty and charm, turning into a beast in human skin.
Wen Lingshuang also keenly noticed Jiang An's change. His eyes were terrifying, as black as a deep pool, bottomless. She felt as if she could be engulfed by the pool at any moment, struggling, suffocating, and then surfacing again, or perhaps more.
She kicked her legs wildly to stop any further contact, and screamed softly, "Jiang An! Jiang An! Calm down! This is still in front of Tan Zhu's house! Do you want me to lose face in front of my family?!"
The voice was soft and gentle, without any threat, as if coated in honey, and you couldn't tell if the person was angry.
She must have felt good to say that.
Use the last vestiges of reason to awaken him, and also to awaken your own exhilarating thoughts.
Her soft scream had an effect; Jiang An snapped back to reality. His temples throbbed uncontrollably. Torn between two conflicting thoughts, he pondered whether to continue inside or go home. After a few seconds of deliberation, he clenched his teeth, made a perfect exit, straightened her clothes, and returned to the driver's seat.
"Feel sorry."
Although he didn't feel sorry, since she had provoked him first, he didn't want to upset the princess, so he pursed his lips and said, "This location is very secluded; the people inside can't see you."
Wen Lingshuang slumped in her seat like a puddle of water, panting, "How do you know you can't see it? Anyone standing at the window can see it!"
“It’s difficult.” Jiang An started the car. “It’s like the first time I stayed overnight at your house. You went into the bathtub to soak in the tub. The screen was so intricately carved, and I could only see your back.”
Wen Lingshuang: "..."
She turned to look at him, her face full of astonishment. "You really saw it that time?"
“His back.” He swallowed, gripping the steering wheel with one hand. “And his buttocks.”
Ahhhhhh.
Wen Lingshuang screamed and yelled.
So when he first came to her house, he really did see her in the tea room. His high-sounding excuse about his pants getting wet from the tea was clearly a lie about himself.
Wen Lingshuang clasped her hands tightly together, carefully searching her mind for that scene.
The more she thought about it, the redder her face became. She knew that she didn't have a good impression of him back then. He probably thought she was a spoiled and arrogant young lady. Being seen by him in that situation was no different from whipping a corpse. It was too shameful. Wen Lingshuang lowered her head and wished she could find a hole to crawl into.
The car drove along the street at a steady speed, and arrived at Xihong Villa in half an hour.
As the car entered the parking lot, the gates gradually closed. The moment they closed, the crisp sound of the seatbelt being unbuckled could be heard. Before Wen Lingshuang could recover from her thoughts, Jiang An's body covered hers, cupping her face and kissing her red lips. In an instant, his domineering, sharp, and scorching breath flooded her mouth. She whimpered twice and hit his chest several times with her hands, but his hard chest was like a wall that she couldn't break through.
This is in the basement!
Wen Lingshuang silently cried out in her heart, "Go back to your room!"
The basement was filthy and had a lot of echoes.
The villa's basement has a small door connecting to a side hall. The door is tightly closed, but it is exceptionally quiet because it is close to midnight. The sound of water from the maid's cleaning utensils can be clearly heard from the other side of the door.
Wen Lingshuang's flailing hands were restrained by Jiang An with one hand, and her seat was completely flattened. Because the space inside the car was cramped, unlike in a room where she could struggle freely, she was like a dead fish. After he pressed her down, she turned over and whimpered twice. Her ferocity was completely enveloped by gentleness.
It was fierce and powerful, and terrifyingly large.
After reaching the deepest point, he would press his ear against her earlobe and ask, "Did you often go to clubs to hire male models before?"
Sure enough, he still cared.
Two tears streamed down Wen Lingshuang's face, landing on the back of her seat. Her cheek pressed against the leather seat as she sobbed uncontrollably, saying, "You knew all along, yet you still deliberately asked me... I knew I shouldn't have come back with you... You were lying to me."
Jiang An knew.
Do you know that telling her directly is a completely different matter? She hid it from him and even went to see him again after their marriage—unforgivable! Jiang An's strength was terrifying, so strong that he almost knocked her away. If her hands hadn't been restrained by his single hand, she probably would have been killed by him right now.
The car stereo was on, playing soothing classical music with an incredibly strong rhythm, like a metronome, accompanied by constant crashing sounds.
A split second before fireworks explode in my head, my eyes are covered by a silk tie, obscuring all my senses.
I could almost hear a deep voice echoing in my ear: "Wife, is this okay? Do you like it? Isn't the basement a little more interesting? Do you love me or the other men? You seem to have a big appetite; you can eat so much. Do you want to take a look?"
Wen Lingshuang really wanted to slap him.
But in the end, all he got in return was a slap.
It hurt terribly when it hit there.
After the fireworks went off in his head, he lost all consciousness.
*
With the Lunar New Year approaching, in accordance with the Jiang family's tradition of valuing family customs, all Jiang family members must put aside their current affairs and return to the old house for a family reunion, except for Jiang An.
After he joined the grassroots level of Xining Group and gained the ability to be independent, he never returned to the Jiang family for the New Year again. This year is no different; he does not plan to return to the Jiang family and intends to spend the New Year with Wen Lingshuang at his own home.
After finishing the summary meeting and handling the matters at hand, I took advantage of the two-hour lunch break to visit the branch office of Vero Reale. Vero Reale is a high-end luxury brand that has emerged in the last ten years. Its parent company is the world's top Xuyi Group. Jiang An had a lot of cooperation with Xuyi Group last year and was quite familiar with the business of its subsidiaries. In order to win over Jiang An, Xuyi Group has given him a lot of luxury gifts during holidays, including this New Year's Day wedding.
Lon drove Jiang An to Nanxi Villa, where the Vero·Reale design team was already waiting.
Jiang An rarely orders custom-made suits. Unlike Wen Lingshuang, he doesn't have extremely high standards for clothing. Unless it's a special occasion or location, he only orders custom-made suits for special occasions. The last time he ordered a suit was for his wedding, and this time it's for the Chinese New Year.
When Lon followed Jiang An into the villa's hall, he felt something was off. He had known Jiang An for so many years, and Jiang An never ordered clothes for the New Year. This year was their wedding, so he had to keep up with the times.
Jiang An prefers simple and convenient materials and designs, and she maintained her own attitude throughout her communication with the designer.
After repeated exchanges, the designer adjusted his glasses and said in broken Chinese, "Mr. Jiang, I must tell you the truth, your suggestions and designs are a bit outdated."
Jiang An: "..."
He crossed his legs, leaned lazily against the sofa, a cigarette between his fingers, seemingly surprised by the other person's blunt words.
He turned his head and glanced at Lon, who was standing next to him.
After Lon noticed the gaze he was receiving, he lowered his head slightly and said, "Sir, these styles are similar to the ones you wore before, so they're not old-fashioned."
It's not old-fashioned.
That's old-fashioned.
Jiang An put the cigarette in his mouth, took a puff, and said, "Okay, then my suggestion doesn't need to be taken into consideration. You just need to design according to my temperament. I only have one requirement: to look young."
Lon looked down at Jiang An.
So, coming here in the middle of the day to have a suit custom-made is to make oneself look younger? But this is...
Could it be that he was upset because of his wife's affair with the male models?
Thinking back to how Jiang An stormed out of the villa last night...
Lon couldn't help but think to himself that it was probably because he had been provoked.
After finishing negotiations with the designer and having his body data recorded by the team for two hours, he returned to the group. Back at the group, he received Jiang Qi's onboarding report. He glanced at it and learned that Jiang Qi had traveled abroad to join the company a week prior despite being ill, and within a week had reorganized the company and achieved significant results.
To achieve this level of success given the limited time, heavy workload, and varying abilities of the staff.
It has to be said that without Jiang An, it wouldn't be surprising if either Jiang Xu or Jiang Qi took over the Xining Group.
After reading the report, Lon said, "It seems that the second young master is quite unwilling to stay cooped up in that kind of place."
Jiang An said calmly, "What's the use of being unwilling? He once told me something."
But now, the illegitimate son he despises the most, the person he looks down upon the most, is sitting in the seat he should be sitting in, while he has been banished to such a far place.
Want to come back?
Jiang An stubbed out his scarlet cigarette in the ashtray and said, "He said that if he wants to eat a proper meal in the Jiang family, he needs a formal title."
Lon: "Official status..."
He laughed: "The Second Young Master's feudalistic and outdated ideas are indeed inherited from President Yao."
Jiang An remained silent.
At the shareholders' meeting in the afternoon, Jiang Xu demanded an explanation from Jiang An for his decision-making errors in the Northwest project last year. Several small shareholders who followed him even initiated a motion to remove him from office. However, the motion was rejected by Lon. Every year, there are so many motions to remove him that they cannot be counted on two hands. The only time that the board of directors accepted the motion and voted on it as a formal issue was the day Jiang An took office as the vice chairman of the group.
Jiang An was already used to the underhanded tactics behind the scenes. At the meeting, he asked Jiang Xu Group three questions about the core of its strategy and the group's main development direction.
Jiang Xu's words were sharp, showing a willingness to break off relations with Jiang An and a complete lack of the previous brotherly harmony they had maintained.
Jiang An is now riding high, enjoying success in both his family and career, while Jiang Qi has been injured and transferred abroad, and Yao Fei's power is waning. If they fall, he'll be next. Jiang Xu will never allow that to happen.
Jiang An was not surprised by his change.
After acting for so many years, there will always be a day when you can't continue acting anymore.
After the meeting, Jiang Xu's team walked out of the conference room with Jiang An. The two walked side by side, and Jiang Xu said in a calm tone, "Jiang An, you know I never intended to oppose you."
Even when they tried to suffocate him with a pillow, had the servants hold his hands and feet to keep him from moving, and only let go when he was on his last breath; even when they kicked him into the water like a servant and watched him struggle in the water, while they laughed at him on the shore for being a drowning dog; even when they scolded him for being better than a dog, for a dog would bark twice when fed, while he, who had eaten so much food from the Jiang family, couldn't even bark twice.
Even after all he'd done, he didn't want to go against him.
This was the most ridiculous thing Jiang An had heard all day.
He stared ahead expressionlessly and said, "I don't want to go against you either."
"So today's meeting isn't targeting you, it's for the company, for the group, and for our family."
Jiang An turned his head to look at him and smiled, "Jiang Xu, you are indeed more suitable than Jiang Qi to sit in the position of Jiang family heir."
Jiang Xu met his gaze, her eyes darkening slightly, and said, "Thank you, but right now, you're more suitable."
Jiang An stopped, raised his hand and patted a speck of dust off Jiang Xu's shoulder. Just like when he used to slap Jiang Xu's face repeatedly when they were children, his movements were calm and indifferent. His actions were decisive and straightforward, as if he really just wanted to help Jiang Xu clean off the dust, just like a brother.
"Then I hope you can help me out more."
After saying that, he turned and walked to the other side, which was the vice chairman's private space, where no one was allowed to enter unless they had an appointment and permission.
Jiang Xu watched his departing figure, moved her wrist, and her eyes were filled with coldness.
He wiped the spot where Jiang An had touched it several times with his hand.
That deep-seated disdain, disgust, and hatred was almost impossible to hide.
*
Wen Lingshuang didn't wake up until noon. When she woke up, the person next to her had disappeared again. She touched the cold bed, buried her head in the pillow, turned over, and found that the two boxes of condoms on the bedside table were empty. Her mind went blank. She picked up the empty condoms and looked through them, and there really was nothing there.
Yesterday, they did it several times in the basement and several times in the room.
Wen Lingshuang slowly sat up and looked down at the bite mark on her chest.
This is really bad.
I threw off the covers, went out barefoot, quickly washed up, and went downstairs.
Ah Shui, who had stayed overnight at Tan Zhu's house, returned early this morning. Upon returning, she inquired about the events of the previous night with the servants. The servants all said they hadn't heard Jiang An and Wen Ling Shuang arguing, which reassured Ah Shui. Watching Wen Ling Shuang come down the stairs, Ah Shui said, "Miss, you slept so late again, and you didn't even have breakfast."
Wen Lingshuang yawned and was about to speak when Ashui added, "Oh, by the way, there's a woman outside who wants to see you. I don't think it's a good idea. She said you're not home."
Wen Lingshuang was taken aback, "A woman?"
Ah Shui nodded, "The woman is quite pretty."
Wen Lingshuang went downstairs, walked to the central control panel, and opened the surveillance camera at the door. She found that the other party was still standing at the door. It was none other than Zhao Tinghe.
She looked at the slender figure, asked Ah Shui to bring her phone, took a picture of the screen, and sent it to Jiang An with the caption: [Your 'old flame' is here.]
Jiang An replied almost instantly: [Great...]
You could feel his helplessness even through the screen. [I'm sure she's not the person I'm looking for. Wait for me, I'll go back and handle it.]
Wen Lingshuang yawned again, glanced at the door, and waved to Ah Shui, "Go and invite her in, let her come in and rest."
"Miss, you want to see her?"
“No.” Wen Lingshuang thought for a moment, “The person she wants to see is not me, and what she wants to say may not be what I want to hear. It’s just that it’s about to snow, and she’s a girl standing in such a cold place. I hope she doesn’t catch a cold.”
"Miss, you are so kind."
Wen Lingshuang smiled and patted her face, "As long as she doesn't cause me trouble, I won't cause her trouble either."
After saying that, he turned and went upstairs.
Back in her room, she discovered that a used condom had been left on the counter.
This old man only acts so unruly and unhygienic at times like this. How can he leave things he's used here?
Thinking about it carefully, it doesn't seem strange anymore, because there was indeed a reason for what happened last night. This position is too high, and there is a significant difference from a normal tabletop. However, as long as someone lies on it, that person can easily get in and out by taking advantage of his superior height.
However, there is another problem: the desktop is very hard and it hurts to the touch.
So after only a few minutes, when he picked her up, she accidentally slipped off.
All right.
It's barely fair to say it was his fault.
A few minutes later, Jiang An sent her another message: [Yangyang, are you angry?]
Wen Lingshuang looked at the message he sent and replied: [Are you angry?]
Jiang An: [No, I'm not angry anymore.]
You're kidding! She used her body to appease him!
Wen Lingshuang thought for a moment, then typed, "[I'm not angry, but you must promise not to use your mouth all the time next time. I can't stand it when you use your mouth all the time...]"
Although it was extremely pleasurable for such a tall, handsome man who had been in charge of the Jiang family for many years and stood at the top of the pyramid to bend down and serve her like this, the repeated pleasures made her afraid.
What if he stops working one day?
She couldn't very well ask him to do that.
Wen Lingshuang always plans her escape route.
Jiang An: [You should choose another one, I can't do it.]
Jiang An's decisive and forceful refusal left Wen Lingshuang speechless.
Is he rejecting her?
Moreover, it was a rejection that was completely unreserved, without any room for negotiation, and without giving any chance to negotiate.
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