Chapter 148 How Can She Continue Acting
The noise of the banquet had long since faded away, leaving only the sound of the waves lapping against the hull of the boat.
Only she and Jiang Shixu lived on the top floor of the cruise ship.
Jiang Tingwan was in a good mood tonight and had drunk quite a bit. Now she was leaning on the terrace railing alone, the red wine glass between her fingertips reflecting the moonlight. As the wine swayed, she stared at the inky black sea in a trance.
She had this plan a long time ago - Jiang Shixu had been carrying the Jiang family alone for too long and was too tired.
He always spared no effort to pave the way for her, but never let her see the swordplay behind the scenes.
It is not easy to gain a foothold in the political world, let alone the high position he wants to stand in. Mr. Huo is old, and his opponents are not simple either.
Now that she has grown stronger, it is her turn to help him.
The night wind blew by, and she felt drunk. She staggered and almost lost her balance.
The next moment, a strong arm wrapped around her waist and a familiar breath enveloped her.
"Brother?" She raised her head and leaned on his arms in a daze, "You didn't sleep?"
"Yeah." Jiang Shixu's voice was darker than the night.
Under the moonlight, Jiang Tingwan looked up at him, a drunken smile on her lips: "Brother, do you think my decision is right?"
But she didn't plan to wait for his answer. As soon as she finished speaking, she continued to talk to herself, "You will definitely say that I don't need to do this, right?"
After all, every time she gave in, he would tell her that it wasn't necessary and that she should just be happy.
But Jiang Tingwan also wondered, when could he tell her these things?
Jiang Shixu did not answer.
He lowered his head, his eyes fell on Jiang Tingwan's face, his thumb stroked her wet lips, and asked softly: "Are you tired standing so high?"
It was strange, everyone else asked her if she was happy, but when it came to him, it became whether she was tired...
Jiang Tingwan looked into his bottomless eyes.
Was he asking about the terrace, or her current location?
"Not bad..." She had just finished drinking, so she couldn't tell the difference. She just smiled vaguely: "But this way, brother won't be so tired, right?"
Jiang Shixu's pupils became even darker.
"So," he tightened his grip on her waist, his voice hoarse, "You did all this for me?"
"Yes." She blinked her drunken eyes and smiled defenselessly.
At this moment, all of Jiang Shixu's self-control collapsed.
He had clearly decided not to cross the line again and to just be the brother in her eyes. How could she tell him again that all this was for him?
Jiang Shixu could no longer control his inner feelings.
Whether she did it simply for him or for the sake of their relationship as brother, he couldn't convince himself to leave.
Jiang Shixu lowered his head and kissed her lips, almost fiercely robbing her of her breath.
All the ethics between siblings and restraint and etiquette were thrown out of the window.
How could she, how could she use such an excuse to break down his last line of defense?
The man's long eyelashes were right in front of him.
Even though he had drunk a lot, Jiang Tingwan became mostly sober in an instant.
No, wait—
Why is Jiang Shixu also...?
She froze in place, her brain racing: should she continue pretending to be drunk, or sober up and push him away?
But before she could figure it out, she heard the man's voice again.
"Wanwan," Jiang Shixu's lips pressed against her earlobe, his voice hoarse, "open your mouth."
This is ridiculous!
How could Jiang Shixu, who was always calm and composed, speak in such a tone?
When she was drugged, he was able to remain calm, but now...
"Be good and listen to me."
Those three simple words, as light as a feather, yet carried a scorching heat that penetrated from her ears to her heart, making her feel weak all over like a spell.
Due to the obedience instinct that she had developed over the years, Jiang Tingwan opened her lips subconsciously.
The next moment, he was blocked by a deeper and fiercer kiss, leaving him no way to retreat.
She made up her mind and simply closed her eyes and pretended to be fine.
Alcohol is the best excuse. You can just say you are black out when you wake up tomorrow.
But when Jiang Shixu's hand reached into her skirt, she suddenly opened her eyes wide -
How can this play continue?!
In the moonlight, her jade bracelet hit the railing, making a crisp sound.
The sea in the distance was as dark as ink, as if it could swallow up all secrets.
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Seeing Jiang Shixu's movements getting out of control and about to get out of control, Jiang Tingwan managed to regain some clarity of mind, pushed his chest, and spoke softly with a coquettish panic:
"Brother, it's so cold here, I want to go back to my room..."
After hearing this, Jiang Shixu finally raised his head slowly.
In the dim light, the dark color in his eyes had not yet faded, but he suppressed his desire and replied, "Okay."
Before he finished speaking, he picked up Jiang Tingwan with one hand and carried her sideways.
With big strides, Jiang Tingwan leaned her back against his strong arms, watching the familiar corridor recede and the door getting closer and closer.
But that was clearly not her room, but his room!
She was anxious and panicked, her voice trembling: "Brother, brother, this..."
Before she could say anything more, the person was carried into the room.
Jiang Shixu kicked the door shut, then lowered his head and kissed her fiercely.
The alcohol and the passion made Jiang Tingwan feel as soft as a cloud and she could only endure it passively.
She looked at the person in front of her. In her memory, Jiang Shixu was always calm and composed, and would remain calm even when faced with a catastrophe. But at this moment, he was like a fire ignited by desire, burning him so fiercely and out of control.
Jiang Tingwan couldn't help but recall those half-understood words from before.
So, the type that Bai Lu said he liked... was...
Forget it, she didn't dare to think about it anymore.
The moonlight filtered through the gauze curtains and fell onto his well-defined chest. Beads of sweat slid down his sunken collarbone, completely washing away his usual elite appearance.
When he bit her earlobe as punishment, she instinctively curled up in excitement, subconsciously clamping her legs together, but she heard the man above her groan and asked in a low voice: "Who taught you that?"
The tone was too harsh, like a teacher lecturing a student. Jiang Tingwan was stunned for a moment, then realized what was happening and blushed.
She hurriedly raised her hand to cover her lips, trying to block the sound that was about to escape, but Jiang Shixu gently took her wrist away and stroked her swollen lips with his thumb covered with calluses. He leaned his forehead against her and panted to coax her: "Wanwan, don't hold it in..."
Jiang Tingwan felt ashamed and annoyed, and only absurd thoughts remained in her confused state.
Isn't Jiang Shixu extremely busy? Isn't he a workaholic?
How come he is so energetic right now, like a completely different person...
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The sun shone through the gauze curtains onto the bed. Jiang Tingwan opened her eyes and then suddenly closed them again.
Jiang Shixu was sitting on the sofa not far away, his slender fingers tapping on the laptop keyboard, the cold light of the screen reflected on his well-defined profile.
Damn it, it wasn’t a dream, nor was it a drunken hallucination.
"woke up?"
The deep voice made her freeze.
Jiang Shixu looked normal. He closed his computer and walked over. He was still wearing the shirt he wore last night, but two buttons on the collar were undone, revealing an ambiguous red mark on his collarbone.
Jiang Tingwan nodded, not daring to look again. She forced herself to sit up, but the soreness in her waist and legs made her gasp.
Jiang Shixu gave a look and the maid waiting outside the door immediately brought a soft pillow.
He placed his hand behind her waist, his fingertips carelessly brushing the skin on her back: "Are you feeling better?"
Jiang Tingwan lowered her head to avoid his heavy gaze and nodded randomly.
There was a sudden knock on the door, and Special Assistant Su walked in with documents: "Boss Jiang, regarding the merger and acquisition case..."
The conversation stopped abruptly.
The familiar voice made Jiang Tingwan reflexively hide in Jiang Shixu's arms, with her forehead resting on his chest.
The familiar scent of fir trees enveloped her, and her suddenly quickening heartbeat filled her ears.
How should she face Jiang Shixu again? She hasn't felt so helpless for a long time...
"Get out." Jiang Shixu's voice was as cold as ice.
The footsteps hurriedly faded away and the door was closed gently.
But the head in his arms still refused to lift up.
Jiang Shixu looked at the shirt that she had wrinkled, and her delicate fingers on his chest, his eyes darkened: "They left."
"Brother..." Jiang Tingwan slowly stepped back, her fingertips unconsciously stroking the bed sheets, and lowered her head and said, "You were drunk last night, too."
"No." Jiang Shixu looked directly into her eyes, his expression was gloomy, but his voice was as calm as ever, "Wanwan, I didn't drink."
This answer was too straightforward, and Jiang Tingwan paused.
How could he admit it so frankly?
She wanted to give each other a way out, but he directly blocked their way out...
She opened her mouth and wanted to say something, but Jiang Shixu spoke first.
"Don't feel burdened." He stroked her messy hair, his voice calm as usual, "It's me who has such feelings for you. Whether you blame me or hate me, it's all my fault."
The sunlight cast a small shadow under his eyelashes, and Jiang Tingwan suddenly saw the faint dark blue under his eyes.
This man who always seems to be at ease now reveals a hint of hidden bitterness.
He was not in a very good mood.
Jiang Tingwan's heart was beating like a drum at this moment. She couldn't even question him, so how could she hate him?
But she had never thought of this possibility.
Jiang Shixu was always alone and didn't like women. She had always thought that he did this just because he didn't want to be distracted and only wanted to focus on his career.
But……
"Brother..." Jiang Tingwan's voice tightened, still staring at the quilt in his hand, "When did you..."
She couldn't figure it out. Was it the time she was drugged? Or was it her previous job at Jiang's? Or was it because she said it was for him last night, which made him misunderstand?
She felt guilty and bitter. If this was the reason, how could she blame him?
After all, it was she who started all this, causing him to misunderstand...
"Neither." Jiang Shixu interrupted her, his fingertips resting on the corner of her lips, "I am a lowly person, and I fell in love with you a long time ago."
He chuckled, his expression not very good, "It has nothing to do with you."
The sun was setting and the room was so quiet that we could hear each other's breathing.
Jiang Tingwan was stunned.
In this way, he nailed himself to the cross of sin, leaving her a way out.
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The sound of the cruise ship's docking whistle echoed in the port, and the deck was filled with the smell of gunpowder that was about to break out.
Chen Guan, Wen Nian, Lu Zhaoye and Xie Duo each took one side, their eyes all fixed on the cabin exit.
When Jiang Tingwan and Jiang Shixu appeared side by side, four eyes focused instantly -
Shen Guan was the first to notice the faint red mark on her neck, and his eyes suddenly darkened.
He looked at Jiang Shixu and tightened his hands at his sides. The man who had always been restrained now had his collar slightly open, and there was a fresh bite mark on his collarbone.
He is still...
Before the silence could take place, another figure broke into the confrontation.
Song Zhi appeared at the gangway, exhausted, with dark circles under his eyes, obviously he had not slept for a long time.
"Jiang Tingwan." His voice was hoarse, but he looked at Jiang Tingwan with a serious look.
"How dare you come here?" Wen Nian saw that it was him, sneered and blocked the way: "Isn't imprisoning her for a month enough?"
who is he?
"Imprisonment?" Lu Zhaoye narrowed his eyes, revealing a dangerous look, and was about to step forward and grab Song Zhi's collar.
"What imprisonment..." Jiang Tingwan raised his hand and pressed his forehead with a headache: "It's not that exaggerated..."
Apart from the restrictions on going out, Song Zhi's villa has everything you need, which is almost like a vacation.
Song Zhi's gaze was not distracted by the people around him. He looked straight into her eyes, looking past the crowd: "If I hadn't come, how would I know that there were so many people around you?"
The bitterness in his voice made Jiang Tingwan pause.
This cruel and decisive man now looked extremely haggard. He no longer looked as strong as he did in Hong Kong City.
He should be happy to have gained power.
"You've never been attracted to me, have you?" Song Zhi took a step forward, "Those words that we couldn't be together were just a temporary solution?"
The sea breeze blew up Jiang Tingwan's hair.
"Song Zhi." Jiang Tingwan looked at him and sighed helplessly: "It was wrong of me to hide my identity, but we really can't do this."
Lu Zhaoye frowned and looked at Jiang Tingwan: "So the imprisonment is real?" A storm was brewing in his eyes, "How dare he--"
"Let's go." Jiang Shixu suddenly spoke. His voice was not loud but it made everyone silent for a moment.
Jiang Tingwan subconsciously moved closer to him.
Even after what happened last night, this man is still her most reliable person.
There was really no need to talk any further at the moment. She took one last glance at the distraught Song Zhi, then turned around and followed Jiang Shixu.
The wind was picking up at the pier.
Jiang Tingwan walked beside Jiang Shixu, followed by five men with very different styles but equally outstanding.
Chen Guan's insight into people's hearts, Lu Zhaoye's rebelliousness, Xie Duo's persistence and concentration, Wen Nian's eccentricity, Song Zhi's paranoia, and... Jiang Shixu's unfathomable gentleness.
She looked at the undulating sea level in the distance and couldn't help but hold her forehead.
This entanglement may never end.
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