"Is it too much? You go out to find women because you can't be satisfied in bed. I can do that. With me, do you still need to go out to find one?" Chen Yuan asked again.
Jiang Chaoyun thought about it and saw Chen Yuan's performance on those two occasions. Indeed, she could.
It's rare to find a woman who is so compatible with you in every way.
Jiang Chaoyun leaned back on the sofa, without directly responding to Chen Yuan's words, and only said, "You're meddling too much!"
Shen Yuan just stared at him for a moment, then went to the sofa, sat on the bay window and looked out.
Jiang Chaoyun said, "I'm leaving. Come back next Wednesday. Remember what I said."
Shen Yuan ignored him and continued looking out the window.
In fact, Jiang Chaoyun had one more thing she hadn't said. While she was with him, it would be best if she didn't have any relationship with other men. She should know that with her current status, there were many people who coveted her. How could she, with her kind of lust, restrain herself? Even if she could restrain herself, she would be unable to do so.
And he didn't intend to be the tiger behind her.
He would not let anyone know about his affairs with her.
He won't stand up for her.
But she was right about one thing: she could satisfy him, so he didn't have to look for someone different.
They are all tools.
After Jiang Chaoyun left, Chen Yuan put the tea away. He really didn't think much of her. She had put drugs in the tea, but he didn't expect that he didn't fall for it.
This week felt like a year to Shen Yuan. It was as if what happened that day in Washington was replaying in her mind every day. She couldn't sleep unless he came.
That day, on the set, it was raining heavily and her car broke down again.
In fact, for her, this problem is very easy to solve. She can wait on the set for a while, or ask the director to take her there. But she hasn't seen Jiang Chaoyun for a long time. She misses him day and night, as if millions of little ants are crawling on every inch of her skin. That feeling is really too uncomfortable.
She sent a WeChat message to Jiang Chaoyun, telling him her location and saying that her car had broken down and she couldn't get home. She asked Jiang Chaoyun to pick her up if he was free.
It's raining very heavily today and she's wearing very thin clothes. She's probably going to catch a cold.
Jiang Chaoyun was in a meeting and still didn't take her WeChat message seriously. It was the same mentality as last time when she sent him a WeChat message saying that she was with Meng Yang. He knew that she was just looking for trouble and making trouble. He also knew that for someone like her, how could she not find a way to save the family?
Chen Yuan stood downstairs in the building and saw that Jiang Chaoyun still didn't log in to WeChat. She took another selfie of herself. In the selfie, she was shivering in the cold rain, her makeup was all off, and she looked very pale, like a helpless little girl.
She sent another WeChat message to Jiang Chaoyun: If you don’t come, I will wait here forever. If I catch a cold, you won’t be able to vent on Wednesday.
Jiang Chaoyun also saw her selfie and this WeChat message. It was the first time he saw her looking so pitiful, which was in stark contrast to her lively appearance in the past. He even regretted the agreement they had made before. He had known that he couldn't get rid of her, and he really couldn't get rid of her.
In order to have sex on Wednesday, he sent a WeChat message to his driver, asking him to drive the Hummer off-road vehicle to the villa halfway up the mountain, pick up Miss Shen from the set, and take her home.
That Hummer was basically parked at the villa. He seldom drove it, and few people had seen it. Meng Yang didn't even know he had such a car.
An hour and a half had passed when the driver went to pick up Chen Yuan. As soon as Chen Yuan got in the car, he started sneezing.
The driver didn't know why Mr. Jiang asked him to pick up Miss Shen, but he knew Miss Shen's status.
Of course, Jiang Chaoyun's driver was not the same driver as the last time Jiang Chaoyun was in the car and hugged Shen Yuan around the waist. He didn't know that President Jiang had had such intimate contact with Miss Shen.
Seeing that Chen Yuan was sneezing, the driver said, "How about, Miss Chen, can you go buy some medicine?"
"No need." Chen Yuan said.
The driver didn't say much. He dropped Chen Yuan off at the residential complex and left. He then drove to a villa halfway up the mountain and dropped the car off at Jiang Chaoyun's house.
It’s not that Shen Yuan was cursing herself, she really had a cold.
Her aunt wanted to make her a bowl of ginger soup, but she refused to do so, and she estimated that her cold would break out in a week.
She just wanted to punish him with a cold. She knew that he ignored the WeChat message at first.
It was later that she said she had a cold, so he couldn't succeed and he asked the driver to pick her up.
Chen Yuan wanted to get sick to see how Jiang Chaoyun would react.
Chen Yuan was also quite lustful, but compared to lust, what she cared about more at this moment was - his attitude.
As it turned out, his attitude disappointed her.
On Wednesday afternoon, Jiang Chaoyun received a WeChat message: 8 o'clock in the evening, I will go after dinner.
After reading this WeChat message, Shen Yuan gritted his teeth. He was still wary of her like a thief and didn't even eat at her house.
Last time, he didn't drink the water at her house, he just came to ask for it.
Chen Yuan didn't mention that he was still sick.
That night, when he came, Chen Yuan was not wearing a suspender, but was wearing that red velvet pajamas.
Wearing this pajamas, she looked inexplicably tall and slender. She was slender to begin with, especially now that she was ill. She had no makeup on, her hair was casually scattered, her face was pale, yet very noble. She had lost the feminine charm she used to exude, but she had gained a bit of noble intelligence.
As soon as Jiang Chaoyun entered the room, he touched Chen Yuan's forehead and asked, "Is your cold still not healed?"
"Not well." Chen Yuan said.
"Have you taken medicine?" he asked again.
"Eat." As he spoke, Chen Yuan clenched his hand and pressed it against his lower lip, coughing softly.
She only started taking the cold medicine this afternoon, fearing that if she took it earlier, she would get better sooner and his concern would disappear.
Jiang Chaoyun chuckled. "You're a top actress. If you catch a cold, how much money will you lose?"
Chen Yuan was not very happy today. She sat down next to Jiang Chaoyun. Maybe she was a little disappointed or she was not feeling well, so she did not hold Jiang Chaoyun's arm like last time.
"Your life or your money?" Chen Yuan seemed quite dissatisfied with Jiang Chaoyun's performance.
"Then tonight—" Jiang Chaoyun turned his head and looked Shen Yuan up and down.
His eyes were on undressing Chen Yuan. That kind of playfulness, that kind of seduction, that kind of hesitation, Chen Yuan understood it at a glance.
"Tonight, you can do whatever you want. It's okay, but you can't have fun." Chen Yuan said.
It was rare for Jiang Chaoyun to see Chen Yuan with such a passive expression. Instead of taking the initiative, she became more seductive.
He suddenly lifted Chen Yuan's chin and said, "So, tell me, should I go or not?"
Chen Yuan lowered his eyelids for a long while before opening them. "Otherwise, maybe next time."
Her drooping eyelids suddenly opened, like two small fans flickering, and the light in her eyes was also weak.
Very weak.
Such a soft light suddenly did not fit in with her previous aggressive personality.
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