Chapter 10, Chapter 10: The First Time. Everyone was in a sorry state. [...]
But she denied being overly nervous.
She wouldn't be nervous about marrying Jiang An.
Because it was an important day, Tan Yu could only ask the doctor to prescribe antipyretics to suppress the low-grade fever. She also asked the kitchen to cook some nourishing porridge and soup. Wen Lingshuang barely managed to drink a sip before weakly leaning on Tan Yu's shoulder, coquettishly grabbing her hand, and pleading, "Mom, can I not go to the press conference?"
Tan Yu pinched her rosy cheeks. "I can listen to you on anything, but not on this. The Jiang family has already postponed the ancestral worship day for you. It would be unreasonable to postpone it again."
Wen Lingshuang whimpered and rubbed against Tan Yu's shoulder like a kitten.
It took him a long time to open his mouth and take the medicine.
They used a combination of coaxing and deception.
Finally, we ate everything we were supposed to eat.
Despite being ill, she got up, changed into her formal attire, and washed and put on makeup.
After finishing everything, it was already past eight in the morning. The Wen family drove a dozen cars to the press conference venue. On the way, the medicine took effect, and Wen Lingshuang fell asleep in the spacious car. She didn't know how long she slept, but she vaguely heard people talking. The voices were deep, hoarse, and slightly familiar.
Not long after, it sounded as if the car door was opened, with a slight noise and footsteps, but the sounds stopped when they reached her.
Jiang An looked at Wen Lingshuang, who was fast asleep in front of him.
The car was spacious, and the seats could be converted into a 1.5-meter bed. Wen Lingshuang's thick, black curly hair was spread out like seaweed, and her raven-feather-like eyelashes cast a faint shadow on her fair and delicate face. Her red lips were painted with a cherry-pink lipstick, which made them look round and full. She was wearing a bright red dress that she had ordered a week ago. The design of the dress, which was short in the front and long in the back, could perfectly show off her two slender and well-proportioned legs.
She was fast asleep, and when she heard the noise, she only frowned slightly before quickly falling back into her dream.
Jiang An sat down next to her.
In a daze, Wen Lingshuang rolled over, her leg movements becoming more pronounced, revealing more of her body. If she rolled over again, he was afraid he would really see her naked.
The surrounding air suddenly became hot and dry. Jiang An looked away and began to unbutton his suit jacket.
His intention was to take off his suit jacket to cover her thighs, but as soon as he did, he heard a sweet, soft voice, coquettishly, "What are you doing..."
Just like a kitten.
Jiang An turned around and met Wen Lingshuang's sleepy eyes. He said calmly and restrainedly, "Take off your clothes."
I'll cover you with it.
Before she could even utter those three words, Wen Lingshuang said, "No, Jiang An, I don't accept premarital sex."
"..."
Jiang An stopped unbuttoning his shirt.
Wen Lingshuang hadn't actually thought about it that way, but who wouldn't have impure thoughts when they wake up and see such a handsome man sitting in front of them undressing? Besides, there are plenty of playboy playboys in the industry; having seen so many, it's impossible to think simply. She covered her chest with her hand; because she had taken the medication, she was weak and looked more like she was flirting, covering her fair, rounded chest with her small hand, and continued, "We can only do this kind of thing after marriage."
Jiang An was silent for a moment, then asked, "Only after marriage?"
We'll have to wait until next year after the wedding.
Wen Lingshuang bit her lip, "You can do it if you want..."
She held out one hand, saying, "I'll hand over the financial power with one hand, and you can have the other."
Money and people.
She wants money.
Jiang An was amused by her sudden money-grubbing action, and the corners of his lips turned up slightly. He remembered what Tan Zhu had told him at the banquet that day: although his sister was spoiled and pampered, she was very shrewd when it came to money. He stopped unbuttoning his clothes, bent down slightly to look at her, and said, "Miss Wen, the financial power has long been sealed to you."
Jiang An's face is so beautiful it's beyond reproach.
As he bent down, a ray of golden light shone through the gap in the car window onto his profile, blending his features seamlessly. His dark pupils, compared to his brown pupils, held a more dangerous and forbidden quality, as if a violent and ruthless second side was hidden beneath his self-disciplined and courteous exterior.
But it cannot be denied that whether he was self-disciplined and respectful of propriety or violent and ruthless, he was still himself.
She was neither afraid nor daunted.
Wen Lingshuang's heart trembled, a tremor from the depths of her heart. She gave a soft "hmm" and said, "That's just children playing house."
“No one can say it’s just playing house after I’ve stamped it.” Jiang An looked at her very seriously. “What I promise you is yours.”
Hearing Jiang An's words, Wen Lingshuang's anxious heart was somewhat relieved.
But are you really willing?
Do I really want to marry him?
An unknown, unfamiliar person who has never been a part of the other person's life.
The doctor said her low-grade fever was caused by excessive tension. In fact, the anxiety she felt about Jiang An being her life partner and intimate lover made her feel lost and helpless.
However, all that fear, tension, and disorientation inexplicably vanished upon seeing Jiang An.
It seems that every time she sees him, a few words are enough to calm her down.
He has magic.
A kind of magic that she couldn't see or touch.
Wen Lingshuang turned over, looked at him sideways, and said, "Jiang An."
Her voice was still sweet and delicate.
Jiang An gave a soft "hmm".
Have you ever made such a promise to any woman other than me?
Wen Lingshuang is so delicate when she's sick.
The tone of each word he spoke rose at the end.
Jiang An's heart swayed, like sitting on a small boat in the misty rain of Jiangnan.
He found her question amusing, shook his head, and said, "You know better than I how important financial power is."
That's not what I meant.
"What is that?"
“It’s just…” she bit her red lips, remained silent for a few seconds, and then, as if making a major decision, said, “Sexual intercourse.”
Then he added, "Have you ever done that?"
This was probably the first time Jiang An had been asked such a question. He remained silent for a good ten seconds, and when Wen Lingshuang thought he wouldn't answer, he shook his head.
This answer was not expected.
At least Wen Lingshuang thought that even if he didn't have a very frequent sex life, he must have a few regular partners. Thirty-one years old is not twenty-one. Her eyes, which were misty from taking the medication, stared at him and shook her head, then fell silent. An eerie atmosphere filled the air.
She was certain she had taken medication, not was drunk.
Otherwise, why would I be so infatuated when I saw him shaking his head?
"Oh, okay," she replied softly, closing her eyes slightly as if to drift off to sleep. After a few minutes, she asked again, "What time is it?"
"10:30, still early."
The press conference is at noon, which is still quite early.
Wen Lingshuang continued to sleep with her eyes closed.
I don't know if it's because Jiang An is there, but I don't feel like I can sleep very soundly. I opened my eyes again, sat up halfway, and said in a coquettish voice, "I'm not going to sleep anymore, let's go through the process."
She tried to get up, but froze on the spot the moment she tried.
Seeing that she looked unwell, Jiang An asked, "What's wrong?"
"Could you call Ah Shui in..." Wen Lingshuang hesitated, "My bandages seem to have come loose."
“Your maids are all upstairs waiting; it’s just me here,” he said, looking at her. “Should I call them down?”
"good."
Jiang An took out his phone to make a call.
Wen Lingshuang accidentally opened her WeChat chat and saw that her name was pinned to the top of his chat list, with the nickname "[Miss Wen]".
After the call connected, I waited for Ah Shui to come down.
After waiting for more than ten minutes without seeing anyone, and with the straps getting looser and looser, Wen Lingshuang could feel her chest sagging. The dress was already heavy, and if she held it up any longer, she was afraid she would lose face in front of Jiang An. After thinking it over, she slowly turned her back to Jiang An and said, "Don't wait anymore, help me tie it."
Jiang An turned around, and what came into view was a large area of snow-white, smooth skin, and a slightly protruding spine beneath the skin. Every inch was just right, every inch was like a perfect outline drawn by a paintbrush. Three inches above the waist, there was a tiny red mole, which was exceptionally sexy.
The loosely wrapped belts around the waist were haphazard and disorganized, some so loose that the inner layers of clothing could be seen underneath.
Not to mention the strapless part in the front, you can only cover it with your hands to prevent it from falling down.
Jiang An felt that Wen Lingshuang had overestimated his composure.
How can I so confidently entrust my back to him?
Is it because he just answered a question about sex? Does that mean she thinks he's impotent or uninterested?
But it's impossible for a man not to be interested in this kind of thing.
For the past thirty years, all I've done is not meet her.
Seeing that the person behind her hadn't made a move, Wen Lingshuang bit her lip and said, "Make your move."
Jiang An snapped out of his daze, narrowed his eyes, and said in a slightly low voice, "I don't know how."
"How can you be so stupid?" She tilted her head and glared at her, pouting. "Just those ropes around your waist, cross them, tighten them, and then tie them up."
Looking into her alluring eyes, Jiang An said, "You can trust me with this?"
certainly.
Just as he was about to say those two words, he realized something was wrong.
Wen Lingshuang belatedly realized that the man sitting behind her was a mature man. No matter how self-disciplined, polite, or gentlemanly he was, he was still a man. Her exposing her back and asking him to fasten her belt—such intimate actions…
As she pondered, the dress on her chest slipped down again.
The rounded half is clearly visible.
Jiang An's gaze grew increasingly profound.
He promised that if Wen Lingshuang's dress slipped down even an inch, he would shed his self-disciplined facade and become a hungry wolf pouncing on its prey.
"You do it," Wen Lingshuang's soft voice came, as if she had made the decision after thinking for a long time. "My dress is about to fall down."
In those few seconds of eye contact, Jiang An had already made up his mind. No matter how angry she was or how she questioned him, he would not avoid her like he had done in the tea room last time.
Because this time I saw it for real.
If you see it, you must take responsibility.
Wen Lingshuang was filled with shame and indignation, but she didn't want to lash out. On such an important day, arguing with Jiang An and being photographed by the media would definitely make them the front page headlines tomorrow. The headlines were already planned: either "[Top Plastic Couple!]" or "[Miss Wen Throws a Temper Again, the Wen-Jiang Marriage is in Trouble!]"
never mind.
Go ahead and watch.
Anyway, she's seen such a beautiful figure for over twenty years, so she'll just give him a glimpse and let him know how perfect the woman he married is!
Thinking of this, Wen Lingshuang, in a fit of desperation, gritted her teeth and said, "Hurry up."
Jiang An saw that she changed so quickly in just a few seconds, and didn't even bother to cover it up anymore. She just lifted the gift up slightly and no longer covered it with her hands, revealing its round and full shape.
She was so open and honest.
But he couldn't do it.
The body’s reaction is more honest than words.
Wen Lingshuang waited for a long time but Jiang An did not make a move. She turned her head and saw that his expression seemed to be extremely restrained, and his straight body also had some subtle changes.
Now, even if you're perfectly open and honest, you can't be open and honest anymore.
Because Jiang An reacted.
And didn't she feel the same way?
The space is too small, Jiang An's sexual tension is too strong, and the clothes are falling down...
In short, it's all up to fate; you can't blame her for voluntarily showing him her back.
Jiang An sat for a few minutes, barely managing to suppress his anger. His gaze fell on the messy ribbons around his waist. He raised his hand to tie them. Since it was around his waist and the design was so open and expansive, it was inevitable that his fingers would touch his skin. As his fingertips slid across her soft skin, he could vaguely see her tremble slightly.
"Well……"
Bite down with your teeth and feel the slightly roughness of your fingertips.
It took about ten minutes to tie the short ribbon.
The tie caused Wen Lingshuang's fair face to flush.
She could only try her best to restrain herself, not thinking that the person who tied the ribbon was Jiang An, and not thinking about how beautiful his slender fingers were.
I don't know how much time passed, but I heard a voice say, "Alright, get up and take a look."
alright?
Wen Lingshuang slowly opened her eyes, and because they had been closed for so long, her raven-feather-like eyelashes were even tinged with a light mist.
I can definitely feel that my waist is firmer.
She tried to stand up by supporting herself on the bed, put her feet on the ground, and gathered her skirt to stand up. As soon as she stood up, she felt something was wrong. The tightness in her waist disappeared, and the loose feeling came back.
Damn it, it's going to fall!
She gasped softly and immediately tried to lie down, but perhaps because she was too anxious and her skirt was too big, she accidentally fell onto Jiang An's lap.
Hmm.
Wen Lingshuang couldn't help but gasp softly, realizing she had sat on Jiang An's lap. She struggled to get up, but a pair of large hands gripped her rounded shoulders as he said, "If you want to hold the press conference smoothly and want to go upstairs in this outfit, then behave yourself."
The voice sounded different than usual.
Wen Lingshuang sensed danger and, for the first time, shed her pampered young lady demeanor, sitting there gently and obediently.
Time passed second by second.
The man's posture behind her hadn't subsided. It was almost eleven o'clock. Wen Lingshuang slowly turned her head to look at him. She did it slowly because in this position, if she wasn't careful, she would kiss him. So she asked cautiously, "Are you... are you done?"
"This isn't good," Jiang An said.
Wen Lingshuang twisted her skirt, looking like she was about to cry, "What should we do? We can't go out like this, can we?"
Jiang An didn't know what to do either. The woman sitting on his lap twisted her body, her sobbing voice sounding even more coquettish. She seemed to want to get up, but dared not. After a few back and forth movements, he was going crazy. If he didn't have enough self-control, no matter how thickly she was dressed, she would have been torn to pieces by now.
He could only try his best to appease them.
However, the effect of reassurance is not significant.
After dawdling for a few more minutes, Wen Lingshuang suddenly turned to look at him with red eyes and said, "I have a folk remedy, do you want to try it?"
"Hmm?" Jiang An's slightly bloodshot eyes lowered. "A folk remedy?"
Wen Lingshuang blinked and nodded.
At this point, who cares about folk remedies or prescriptions? Any method will do.
Jiang An gestured for her to do so.
After getting his consent, Wen Lingshuang tried to mentally prepare herself, her delicate little hands clenched into fists as if she were encouraging herself. After a few seconds of encouragement, she slowly approached Jiang An and gently left a kiss on the left side of his neck.
Like a dragonfly skimming the water, it quickly moved away.
The soft touch was like a switch; the moment it was made, everything became uncontrollable.
Wen Lingshuang looked at him like this, up close, and realized that his skin was incredibly good, smooth and firm, and his thick eyelashes were even longer than hers. It was unbelievable that a man could be this good-looking; it was a unique advantage bestowed upon him by nature.
She vaguely sensed that Jiang An's emotions were fading, so she tentatively stood up. Seeing that he didn't move, she gathered her skirt and said, "There's a very small cubicle across the street."
Jiang An opened his eyes, gave a soft "hmm," and got up to walk towards the cubicle.
After he left, there was a knock on the car door.
Wen Lingshuang went to open the car door and saw Ah Shui standing outside. She couldn't help but scold, "Why are you so late?"
Ah Shui said, looking aggrieved, "The elevator is broken..."
“…Come on up quickly.” Wen Lingshuang made way for her. “My skirt is torn.”
Ah Shui slipped inside.
A few minutes later, the two got off the bus one after the other.
Ah Shui looked at Wen Ling Shuang and asked, "Where's Chairman Jiang? Wasn't he in the car just now?"
Wen Lingshuang coughed lightly and said, "He has something to do, let's go upstairs first."
"oh."
Ah Shui carried Wen Ling Shuang's skirt upstairs.
As the two rode the elevator up, Wen Lingshuang stared blankly at the number of words jumping on the screen, her mind replaying the scene in the car earlier. A long time ago, she had heard her girlfriends say that if it was a man's first time, especially if he was quite old, even a little stimulation could make him lose control. At first, she didn't believe it and treated those words as gossip among her girlfriends, but she never expected it to be true.
But, but, she only kissed him once.
Still the neck.
How could he...?
have a bee in one's bonnet.
A dozen seconds later, the elevator doors opened, and the person standing outside was Chen Xuanhe.
Today, Chen Xuanhe was wearing a black bespoke suit, looking sharp and handsome from afar. However, he didn't look well, as if he hadn't slept for days and nights, his eyes drooping. It wasn't until he saw Wen Lingshuang standing in the elevator that his eyes gradually brightened. He stared at her blankly, looking her up and down for a few seconds before saying, "Lingshuang..."
Wen Lingshuang lifted her skirt and walked out in her high heels, saying as she went, "Don't misunderstand, I didn't invite you here."
Seeing her leave, Chen Xuanhe quickly followed and said, "Ling Shuang."
Wen Lingshuang ignored her.
"Ling Shuang, listen to me, you can't marry Jiang An."
Wen Lingshuang couldn't help but roll her eyes. "Are you going to bring up the fact that he's an illegitimate child again? Chen Xuanhe, have you had enough? If you think he's an illegitimate child and can't be respected, fine, then work hard to surpass the Jiang family and Jiang An. As long as you're better than him, I'll marry you right away."
“Ling Shuang, I don’t want you to suffer a loss. Jiang An is not Yao Fei’s biological son.”
Upon hearing this, Wen Lingshuang stopped abruptly and glared at him fiercely.
She had heard from others that Jiang An was not Yao Fei's biological son, but she didn't feel anything about it.
But now that she's going to marry Jiang An, anyone who dares to say that about him will be in for a world of hurt!
Only she can say this!
Seeing her stop, Chen Xuanhe continued, "That's fine. With the Wen family as your backing, even if your mother-in-law is difficult to get along with, you won't lose face. What I'm most afraid of is that Jiang An has ulterior motives. Have you investigated him carefully? He's been looking for a girl all these years. After so many years, she must be the girl he likes. You're marrying him..."
"Are you genuinely concerned about me, or are you just uncomfortable seeing me living such a good life?" Wen Lingshuang glared at him. "You think you can find out things that even my dad couldn't?"
"If you don't believe me, I'll call someone over, and we'll confront each other face to face!"
Chen Xuanhe took out his phone from his pocket, about to make a call, when he heard the elevator door open with a 'ding' not far away. Jiang An slowly walked out of the elevator, his figure tall and straight, with an extremely strong aura, making people's hearts tremble with every step he took.
When Chen Xuanhe got closer to the group, he noticed a luscious red lipstick mark on the left side of Jiang An's neck.
Cherry blossom colored.
It's the color Wenling Cream applied today.
Upon seeing that mark, Chen Xuanhe felt utterly hopeless.
Jiang An's gaze fell on Chen Xuanhe without speaking, but his powerful aura and intimidating presence were enough to instill fear. Chen Xuanhe realized something, slowly lowered his hand holding the phone, whispered "Sorry to bother you," and turned to leave.
Watching Chen Xuanhe's dejected figure as he walked away, Wen Lingshuang frowned and said, "So annoying."
Upon hearing her words, Jiang An's lips curled up slightly. He gathered one side of her skirt with one hand and said softly, "Let's go."
Walk to the left and you'll find the venue for today's press conference.
To the right are the tea room and the lounge, where both the Wen and Jiang families are still resting.
Pushing open the door, the private lounge was empty; it was reserved specifically for the two of them.
After the two were seated, Ah Shui went to another lounge.
She is self-aware.
Wen Lingshuang picked up the tea that had been poured in front of her and took a sip, her eyes unconsciously glancing at Jiang An.
Jiang An naturally noticed her scrutiny and asked with a smile, "Why are you looking at me like that?"
"Ahem." She cleared her throat twice. "You, how did you handle it?"
So clean.
Jiang An didn't speak, but picked up the teacup in front of him and took a sip.
The less he said, the more curious she became.
When I walked into the cubicle, it was wet. How did they get it so clean? There wasn't a hairdryer in the car either.
This was the first time Jiang An had ever seen Wen Lingshuang's eyes so unrestrained yet so eager for talent.
Do you really want to know?
He raised an eyebrow slightly and leaned forward. "You can try again."
He suddenly leaned closer, startling her so much that she stammered, "Wh-what? Try it?"
"Try it again, and then I'll show you how to clean it."
"..." Wen Lingshuang choked on the water and coughed violently a few times before saying, "I don't want to!"
"Smart." Jiang An smiled as he saw her reaction. "Because it won't work the second time."
“My threshold is very high, Miss Wen.”
first.
Everyone was in a sorry state.
A note from the author:
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Dusty Jasmine's caption: "He can afford billions in romance, but he can't give me a lifetime together."
Hong Kong media criticized Song Boqing's relationship, accusing him of being heartless and ungrateful.
But no one knows how much he sacrificed for that woman. He was the one who used his resources to help her when she was targeted by her family. She was the one who flew back from abroad for dozens of hours after losing her parents, just to stand in front of the funeral hall and offer incense in her husband's name. Through countless rainy nights and through countless springs, summers, autumns, and winters, they were each other's most important person.
But that's all in the past.
Later, he found a new love, she had a promising future, and they no longer had any contact.
*
Ge Yu has a scar, a scar left on her abdomen. Even after many years of surgery, there are still faint traces. The day she returned to Wucheng happened to be Qingming Festival. She held an umbrella and went to the grave to offer incense, but saw a familiar figure standing there. The rain was drizzling, and a faint fragrance emanated from her.
The familiar scent of juniper mixed with jasmine.
Song Boqing slowly turned around.
Their eyes met, and Song Boqing paused for a moment before speaking in a cool tone, "Miss Ge, it's been a long time."
Ge Yu steadied herself and said, "It's been a long time, Mr. Song."
That day was the anniversary of their child's death, and also the day they parted ways. Ge Yu would always remember him telling her when they parted that they never wanted to see each other again in this life.
But a lifetime is very long.
Song Boqing, I will miss you, and I will be unable to resist coming back to see if you are doing well.
I can't help but come back and ask you if you hate me.
Long-awaited reunion / bittersweet tug-of-war / broken mirror mended / love higher than the sky, hate deeper than the sea, a love-hate astronomy, proceed with caution if you're not into this genre.
Song Boqing X Ge Yu
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