Chapter 84 is here?
Jiang An lived a happy and leisurely life in the tea garden. Wen Lingshuang had never understood why someone like Jiang An would take time to come here to relax every year. It wasn't until she came that she realized that this place was full of happy memories for Jiang An. Every day when she woke up, she could stand in front of the flower window and see the tea trees covering the mountains and fields, smelling the faint aroma of tea, which made her feel refreshed and happy.
Jiang An would occasionally go up the mountain to pick tea with the staff, but Wen Lingshuang, being delicate and pampered, never went.
She was afraid of mosquitoes and the scorching sun. When the sun shone down, her fair skin would soon be covered in sweat, and she hated the damp feeling. After coming to the tea plantation, this aversion became even stronger.
She felt that whenever she was near Jiang An, her whole body was never dry.
The two even trended on social media together a few days later.
#Group Meeting Showing Affection#
Jiang An detests unscrupulous media, so he always tries to suppress any rumors or gossip that trend on social media. But this time, however, he was surprised that he couldn't suppress them. Soon, a blurry video of Jiang An was leaked by various media outlets. In the photo, Jiang An's face was being pinched by a fair and delicate hand. The aloof, noble, and elegant Chairman Jiang was being wantonly kneaded by the owner of that hand.
The comments section also erupted in anger.
[Jiang An? Is that the Jiang An I know? Oh my god, is the person pinching his cheek his wife?]
[What's up with rich people? They're both wealthy and dote on their wives; no wonder they can make so much money.]
[I envy Jiang An even more. You guys don't know who his wife is, do you? She's Wen Lingshuang, hailed as the most beautiful woman in the industry. Just search online to see how beautiful she is.]
[His wife is absolutely gorgeous! I don't even know who to envy more; these two together are a paradise for anyone who's a fan of good looks.]
Not only online, but the entire Xining Group was in an uproar.
This matter is being discussed in various small work groups and private chat groups. Some people say that Jiang An's image has collapsed. He is decisive and ruthless in the company, but at home he listens to his wife so much. You know, the last person who did something "inappropriate" in a meeting was criticized by Jiang An in the whole company and had his monthly bonus deducted.
Wen Lingshuang was unaware of this matter. After arriving at the tea garden, she was like someone who had lost touch with the internet. Every day, she was either in bed with Jiang An or going to tea tasting with him.
It wasn't too hot today. Jiang An, holding an umbrella, led Wen Lingshuang to a nearby tea pavilion to cool off. The tea pavilion was built the year he bought the tea garden, and he drew all the blueprints himself. Wen Lingshuang felt that he seemed to know everything. Even though some things were not his profession or his area of expertise, he could understand the techniques just by glancing at them. She thought that if he were an architect, he could probably become one of the best in the industry.
The tea pavilion is located on high ground, from where you can clearly see their manor, a small area hidden among the tea gardens.
She rested her chin on her hand, sipping the tea Jiang An poured for her, and said, "You mean, I forced you to call me Princess when I was little?"
This topic has been around since yesterday.
Wen Lingshuang asked him what his deepest memory of her was when he was a child. She thought he would praise her for being beautiful, but he didn't expect him to say that when he was a child, he liked to force them to call her Princess and to imitate the ancient times by kneeling and kowtowing when they saw her. Of course, he didn't succeed in doing it because Princess's grandfather disagreed and said that she was bullying people.
Jiang An laughed and said, "You really can't remember anything at all?"
Wen Lingshuang was a little embarrassed.
To say she remembers him clearly would be a lie; she can't even remember him.
I can't really remember, but based on past experience, I'm going to be *by* him for at least a few hours tonight.
She blinked, cleared her throat, and said, "Remember a little bit, since you're not exactly obedient anyway."
Jiang An did not refute this.
"Oh dear, I've been in the tea garden for so long, I feel like my bones are melting." Wen Lingshuang stretched.
Jiang An looked at her and said, "Are you bored?"
“Not boring at all.” Wen Lingshuang looked at him with bright eyes. “I think it’s amazing. There are no shopping malls, no fashion shows, and no bunch of friends here, but I’m actually having a great time.” She stood up, sat directly on Jiang An’s lap, and hugged his neck. “I think I could stay here for another year.”
Jiang An supported her waist, "Of course, provided you behave well."
"How much more obedient do you want me to be?!" She bristled at these words.
"For example, be more obedient in bed."
Wen Lingshuang instinctively wanted to refute, but she deliberately didn't make him feel comfortable these past few days, and fell into a deep sleep after she had her own pleasure.
Okay, she wasn't very well-behaved.
Who can blame him for having such boundless energy? He might actually be exceptionally gifted.
April arrived quickly, and as the weather grew hotter, Jiang An hired several chefs specializing in ice cream to come up to the city. In previous years, Wen Lingshuang would go to Paris with her friends to see exhibitions in the spring. This spring, however, she would sit in the tea garden, enjoying tea and iced drinks, which was quite a unique experience. Each time, she would lean on Jiang An's shoulder, close her eyes and feel the warm breeze blowing in from the window, then open her red lips and let him put the iced drink into her mouth.
However, many times, as he kept putting his iced drink down, it turned into his thin lips. When they pressed down, she didn't even realize it until his tongue was rolled up and his sweet taste was taken from her mouth. Sometimes he was particularly mean. Even though he knew that biting her lower lip and kissing her passionately would make her lose control, he still treated her like that.
"Wife... Yangyang..." he called out to her in his passion, holding the back of her neck, "Do you love me? Hmm?"
"Ugh..." Wen Lingshuang couldn't answer; the heat was making her feel like she was about to explode.
"Wife, you are so beautiful."
"Husband, no..."
In broad daylight, he pinned her down on the chaise longue. Was that appropriate?
Jiang An's shirt was slightly disheveled, and those slender, delicate hands were pressed against his chest, seemingly reminding him to restrain himself. He took a deep breath, pulled her up from the chaise lounge, tidied her messy hair and clothes, and finally wiped the lipstick smudged from her lips with his fingers, saying, "Yangyang, why are you wearing lipstick in the tea garden?"
The lingering heat on Wen Lingshuang's face hadn't faded yet, and she glared at him coquettishly, "What's wrong with a woman dressing up for the one she loves?"
It aroused my desires.
When Wen Lingshuang heard these words, her mind went completely blank.
She looked at him in disbelief. "Really? Will it feel better if I stop applying it?"
“It might not work.” He looked at her very seriously. “The clothes you brought are the same, as well as your underwear, bras, jewelry, sunglasses…”
“Jiang An!” she interrupted him, pointing at him and saying, “You’re just making excuses.”
He smiled, took her finger, and kissed it. "You found out. Actually, I look the same even if you don't wear lipstick."
Old man.
Wen Lingshuang kicked his foot in anger. Whether it was because she felt good kicking him or not, he narrowed his eyes slightly, bent down, grabbed her ankle, lifted one of her feet and placed it on his lap. He didn't care about the dirt, letting her high heels smudge his suit pants, while touching her ankle with one hand.
That's...perverted.
Wen Lingshuang looked at him, biting her red lips, "Jiang An, what are you doing?"
"Kicking me here will help cool me down."
Wen Lingshuang: "..."
Ahhhhh.
A look of horror appeared in Wen Lingshuang's beautiful eyes. "Why do I feel like you're becoming more and more perverted towards me?"
"Yangyang." He looked at him with a familiar expression, a mixture of grievance and helplessness. "Loving your wife, how is that perverted?"
Wen Lingshuang: "..."
She couldn't talk to him.
Jiang An touched her ankle, and as he touched it, his hand moved towards the two green leaves. The leaves were already covered in dew, and he couldn't stop touching them.
Wen Lingshuang stared at him with her beautiful eyes.
He lowered his head and bit into a leaf, his breath causing dewdrops to drip down his face.
"Ugh." Wen Lingshuang frowned slightly, a wave of nausea suddenly washing over her. She covered her mouth and pushed his head away. "No, no."
Jiang An raised his head slightly, looking at her deathly pale face, "Yangyang, what's wrong?"
"Ugh, disgusting."
Jiang An was struck dumb, thinking he hadn't served her well enough. Suppressing his discomfort and grievance, he stepped forward and hugged her, asking, "Where do you feel disgusted?"
"I feel like throwing up."
She pushed him away, stood up, and went into the bathroom. She started gagging at the sink, but after a few gaggings, nothing came out. Jiang An stood behind her, patting her back with concern, and frowned as he said, "You're not allowed to eat so many iced drinks anymore."
Wen Lingshuang looked up uncomfortably at him in the mirror and said listlessly, "It's definitely not from eating iced drinks. Don't take away my hobby."
“I’ll call a doctor to take a look at you.” He turned and walked out of the bathroom, then called his private doctor.
About half an hour later, the doctor drove up from the foot of the mountain, bringing with him specialized equipment.
Wen Lingshuang lay on the bed, her face still somewhat pale. Jiang An sat beside her, holding her small hand tightly, his eyes filled with anxiety and heartache.
Even the doctor sitting next to me during the examination could sense my anxiety.
A moment later, he inquired about Wen Lingshuang's recent eating habits and daily routine. When he asked about her sex life, he coughed lightly and said, "Is your sex life normal, Madam?"
How can it not be normal? It happens several times a day.
But she couldn't bring herself to say it, so she could only nod.
"What about menstruation?"
"normal."
“Your wife may be pregnant.” The doctor stood up. “I suggest that Chairman Jiang take your wife down the mountain to the hospital immediately for a thorough examination.”
Both of them were stunned upon hearing this.
Especially Wen Lingshuang.
She blinked at the doctor, listening to him say, "You might be pregnant," and her mind went blank. What did he mean by "you might be pregnant"? Her period had been regular last month, only a few days late this month...
Jiang An was stunned for several seconds. Perhaps he didn't believe it from the bottom of his heart, so he didn't show much surprise or happiness. He put his arm around Wen Lingshuang's slender waist and said, "I'll take her down the mountain now."
After saying that, he squatted down to help her put on her shoes.
Wen Lingshuang pushed his shoulder and muttered, "It's impossible that I'm pregnant. I even had my period when we first came to the tea plantation."
Jiang An pursed his lips, "Whether it's true or not, I have to take you for a checkup. I can't joke around with your health."
"Don't make a mountain out of a molehill. Maybe you ate too many iced drinks." Wen Lingshuang didn't take it to heart. After all, it was a misdiagnosis like that last time. She was used to staying in the tea garden and didn't want to go down the mountain because she thought it was too tiring. "How about we don't go?"
"Yangyang." Jiang An looked up at her, speaking earnestly, "Don't make me worry. We'll just go take a look. If everything's alright, I'll bring you back. I'll have the kitchen prepare something delicious for you tonight."
Hearing that something delicious was being prepared, I don't know why, but that feeling of nausea came back up again.
Wen Lingshuang was a little unsure; this feeling was somewhat different from the nausea she had felt last time…
She bit her lip before nodding in agreement.
Jiang An carried her downstairs, and after they got into the car, Wen Lingshuang rested her head on Jiang An's shoulder, held his hand, and murmured, "It's impossible for me to get pregnant. We've taken all the precautions, haven't we?"
Jiang An kissed her forehead. "Yes."
The mountain road swayed and bumped.
The shaking made Wen Lingshuang feel even more uncomfortable and nauseous.
Jiang An regretted it then, wondering why he hadn't paved the way for those memories. If he had, Wen Lingshuang wouldn't have been in so much pain.
The boomerang from decades ago struck him squarely between the eyebrows at this moment, and he couldn't quite understand why he had been so stubborn in the past.
In a daze, Wen Lingshuang suddenly asked, "By the way, which way does the house we're staying face?"
Jiang An's thoughts were in disarray. He pursed his lips and said, "South-facing."
"Facing south?" Wen Lingshuang was startled awake, opening her eyes to look at him. "Sitting facing south?"
Jiang An didn't react immediately, but nodded.
When they finally realized what was happening, the two of them stared at each other in disbelief.
The fortune teller once said that as long as the two of them moved into a house facing south, she was guaranteed to get pregnant immediately.
One by one, in strings and strings, they are never wrong.
Wen Lingshuang's vision went black, and she collapsed into Jiang An's arms, saying, "No need to look, she's definitely pregnant."
Jiang An looked down at her flat stomach, still unable to believe that there was his and Wen Lingshuang's child there.
Are they their children?
His mood was like riding a roller coaster straight to the clouds. The swaying mountain road became an stimulant for his soaring to the clouds. He held Wen Lingshuang tightly, letting her sit on his lap to ease the instability of the mountain road. Looking down at her sleeping face, he couldn't help but describe the details of her features again and again: eyes, nose, mouth... There was not an inch he didn't love, not an inch he didn't like.
Half an hour later, the car arrived at the city hospital, where Jiang An arranged for the best doctor to see the patient.
Both of them were very nervous throughout.
I'm afraid of not being pregnant, and I'm also afraid of being pregnant.
"Congratulations to Chairman Jiang and Mrs. Jiang, it is indeed a happy pregnancy, less than a month ago."
So that means she got pregnant right after her period ended last month?
Author's Note: There are only a few chapters left until the main story ends. The endings of the supporting characters will be revealed in the epilogues. Currently confirmed epilogues include Pregnancy Play, and others are yet to be determined.
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