Chapter 76 Prosecutor
◎Lin Jindong appears at the end◎
prosecutor
Inside the bedroom, it was so dark that you could hardly see anything, and it was snowing heavily outside the window.
Unlike the freezing cold outside, the room was warm and cozy, and I was being held in Jiang Mingzhuo's arms.
He buried his head in my neck, kissing me while letting the monster rub against my thighs, reluctant to leave that spot.
I was a little dazed. Perhaps it was because we had been intimate earlier that my anxiety and unease were somewhat relieved, and I took the initiative to press my lips to his and kiss him.
"You have to give me a kiss." The man raised his hand and pressed it against the back of my head. I couldn't help but laugh and pried open his teeth.
If I hadn't noticed there seemed to be someone else by the bed...
There is a person.
I suddenly opened my eyes wide. I vaguely remembered seeing Jiang Mingzhuo a few minutes ago.
Two "Jiang Mingzhuo".
They were all in the bedroom at that moment.
The man I was kissing, "Jiang Mingzhuo," reluctantly stopped. He seemed to smile, a smile that carried the innate contempt and provocation of someone in a superior position—cold and arrogant.
The "Jiang Mingzhuo" beside the bed probably smiled too. He looked down at us, his gaze like a sharp blade, making me tremble involuntarily.
How can there be two "Jiang Mingzhuo"s?
My head started to spin and my neck felt cold. I tried to jump out of bed to turn on the bedroom light. I couldn't tell if I was dreaming or awake.
"Xiao Fu, you're tired."
Jiang Mingzhuo spoke, as gentle and patient as ever, but his voice came from beside the bed. And the fingers covering my eyes clearly belonged to the other person sleeping with me.
The comfortable temperature in the room, the drowsiness after lovemaking, and the stiffness in my back made my heart race. My long eyelashes trembled slightly, and two hands from different directions comforted me simultaneously. A strange feeling slowly fermented... I tried to capture it, but it vanished completely.
And there seemed to be a bit more weight beside me.
Why does it feel like three people are sleeping on this bed? The whole bed looks like it's about to collapse.
It must be a dream, I closed my eyes. The strange "hands" continued to caress my body.
I slept soundly, completely exhausted. In the morning, perhaps due to the adverse effects of overindulgence, I felt unwell and listless. Lying in bed, I rubbed my eyes listlessly and recalled what had happened last night.
Looking down, I realized I was now dressed in a pale white slip dress. The shirt I had been wearing was nowhere to be seen, and the clothes that had been scattered all over the floor last night, as well as the cheese on the bed, were all gone. The room was clean, tidy, and even had a faint floral scent.
I felt a little more at ease; it turned out I had been dreaming last night. I tied my hair back, got up, and opened the bedroom door, just like always.
The man in the shirt had his back to me. He was tall and slender, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist. A black wristwatch was faintly visible through the casually rolled-up cuffs of his shirt, giving him an elegant and refined air. He had regained his charming demeanor, completely different from the mad dog who had grabbed my waist and pushed me away last night.
My face flushed as I remembered our crazy moments last night, so I went over and hugged him tightly from behind.
Jiang Mingzhuo turned his head and put down the cup in his hand. "What's wrong, Xiao Fu?"
"It's okay, you don't need to go to the company today?" I looked up. "Last night, I'm sorry... I haven't seen my mother in a long time. When she suddenly appeared, I was a little scared and didn't know what to do. Was I too crazy yesterday?"
The man's hand suddenly reached out and stroked my ear, then moved to my neck, and slowly drifted down to my chin.
He suddenly tightened his grip, making me look at him, and I involuntarily shuddered.
"How was your night, Xiao Fu?" Jiang Mingzhuo asked, his eyelashes fluttering slightly. The gentleness in his eyes had vanished, replaced by a restrained madness and anger.
"I...I feel great, but could you please wear a condom next time?" I just felt weak all over.
Jiang Mingzhuo chuckled awkwardly, his voice tinged with jealousy and resentment.
"Really? Yes, I do. Are you sure you haven't mistaken me for someone else, Xiao Fu?"
"No, clearly not." I whispered, but Jiang Mingzhuo quickly covered my mouth. He turned to the side and kissed me gently, yet cruelly. I looked up slightly and saw him taking a deep breath, his hand slowly clenching into a fist, as if filled with anger and resentment.
But wasn't he the culprit behind all of this? I was confused when he stopped. "If only you were mine alone, Xiao Fu. I want to lock you in the house, watch your eyes filled with tears, and listen to your intermittent sobs, so that you will always only have me in your eyes."
He paused, his expression dark and crazed.
“How about we go play tennis in a few days? You really like it,” Jiang Mingzhuo said.
"Hmm..." I've never played this sport before, not even watched a school game, but I've gotten quite used to saying these strange things to Jiang Mingzhuo.
Despite feeling somewhat uneasy, I gently hugged him because I was the one who initiated it last night.
He hesitated for only a moment, then we quietly embraced.
After I finished breakfast at home, he took me to school.
As I walked downstairs, my gaze was suddenly drawn to a dark voice. It was right next to the Cullinan that had been parked there all night. My eyes widened; it was Jiang Zhao.
He and Jiang Mingzhuo look very similar, almost like they were cut from the same mold, but their temperaments are completely opposite. Compared to the elegance and innocence that Jiang Mingzhuo can occasionally feign, he is more aloof and arrogant, incredibly cold, and his aura is quite oppressive, like that of a superior.
He put down his silver e-cigarette. My heart pounded as he stared intently into my dark, piercing eyes. I felt as if he were dragging me down with his weight, and I quickly looked away.
"Brother, you're here." Jiang Mingzhuo carried my bag, seemingly unsurprised by Jiang Zhao's sudden appearance.
Jiang Zhao curled her lips into a smile, exuding an extremely assertive air. "How did you feel last night?"
Was he asking me? No, I turned to look at Jiang Mingzhuo, who dismissed it, "That's not something you should be concerned about. Get in the car, Xiao Fu."
“How long can you hide with her, Mingzhuo?” Jiang Zhao’s deep voice echoed in my ears. “You will have to bring her home sooner or later, and I will have to get to know her sooner or later.”
As I listened, an extremely unreal feeling arose within me, as if I were influenced by a dream I once had. I seemed to see Jiang Zhao and me sharing a bed, simply because we were husband and wife...
"Is that so?" Jiang Mingzhuo nodded. "You lost, brother. This time it's your turn to watch me get married. Maybe if you beg me, I'll let my daughter call you 'brother' too." He gave a wicked smile, looking superior.
The conversation between the men was not only strange, but also unsettling. I quickly got into the passenger seat and stayed there until Jiang Mingzhuo returned to my side.
The car started smoothly, and I couldn't help but look back.
Jiang Zhao remained in the same spot, expressionless, his gaze even precisely targeting me. A chill ran down my spine from the inside out.
"What's wrong?" Jiang Mingzhuo asked me with concern, drawing all my attention away.
"...Don't you and your brother get along well?" I changed the subject, and Jiang Mingzhuo's eyelids twitched.
He laughed and hummed in agreement. "It's alright. It's just that I can never win against him. It's always been like this since I was a child. What is originally mine will soon end up in his hands."
“Your brother is really awful,” I said. Because of the relationship between the Jiang family and the Jiang family, I even imagined a lot about how Jiang Mingzhuo, as the younger brother, was always overshadowed by his older brother. Even in the divorce, their mother preferred to take the older brother instead of him.
Jiang Mingzhuo hugged me tightly and whispered, "Xiao Fu, I want to hear you say that you like me."
“I…” I hesitated for a moment.
“Say you like me, Xiao Fu.”
"……I like you."
"who I am."
"Jiang Mingzhuo, I like you."
This conversation continued almost the entire way. He kept asking questions, and I had no choice but to answer him again and again. But deep down, I felt a vague sense of fear and unease. I could sense that perhaps I would betray this promise.
"Xiao Fu, I only like you too." Jiang Mingzhuo gently kissed my forehead. He never hesitated to express his love for me and to give me straightforward praise.
Jiang Mingzhuo took me to the art studio. Looking at my unfinished final assignment, his eyes curved slightly, and his sharp and cold expression softened with his smile, making him appear very gentle. "Xiao Fu, I love all your paintings. Can you give them to me when you're finished? I want to keep them at home."
"I'll paint a new one for you another day, okay?" I coaxed him in return.
"Yes, I'll do whatever you say."
A moment later, he left. I sat in my studio, facing the painting before me, and a sudden sense of powerlessness washed over me. It was an indescribable feeling, like a huge rock pressing on my chest.
There was no one in the studio; everyone had gone to celebrate Christmas with their families.
On holidays like these, I'm always the only one in the empty art studio. I have no family, and my only playmate is Lu Qixi. If she's not here either, it feels like my life really has nothing left.
Oh, and now there's Jiang Mingzhuo too. Although I'm still hesitant about confirming our relationship, he's been with me every day, and he's even gradually replacing Lu Qixi, appearing in my life more and more frequently.
I smeared paint on my canvas, but I wasn't satisfied with the work on the easel. Looking at the heavy snow falling outside the window, I suddenly thought of the woman waiting for me in front of the apartment last night, and my heart grew heavier and heavier, filled with sorrow.
I put on my coat, walked to the corridor, picked up my black umbrella, and the snow was still falling tirelessly. Students from the direction of the school library, holding umbrellas, brushed past me in twos and threes. I hadn't gone far when I jogged a few steps and ran all the way into the subway station.
The station was packed with people. The blizzard that lasted for half a month had made the entire Empire State impassable, and the subway had replaced cars as the most convenient mode of transportation.
I looked up unintentionally and saw a crowd of people thronging around me. Through the glass, I realized that the people behind me were still watching me.
Even though we were so far apart, I could feel that person following me all the way from school into the subway. This immediately reminded me of what happened at Lu Qixi's apartment that day. I bit my lip, gripped the handrail tightly, and silently adjusted my position.
I remained unmoved until we reached the police station at the subway station.
The person kept fiddling with their headphones, seemingly listening to music with their head down, but they were actually observing me.
The instant the door closed!
I grabbed my bag and squeezed through the crowd!
The man panicked immediately. He tried desperately to squeeze out of the crowd, but the subway doors had already closed. I also turned and ran, not even daring to look back to see what was behind me.
I stumbled and staggered as I ran out of the subway station and towards the plaza where the Imperial State Police Station was located. I had to call the police!
I didn't even notice a blue Tesla driving towards me. When the car started honking frantically, I stopped, watching helplessly as the car, unable to brake in time due to the snow, got closer and closer to me...
My heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to jump out of my chest. When the car was only a few meters away from me, I closed my eyes in a daze, already bracing myself for a hard hit.
"Watch out!" The man's deep, cold voice rang out, and a huge impact made me scream involuntarily. I fell into his arms, he held me, and then quickly threw me aside.
The car braked suddenly, and the driver, still shaken, looked at us as we crashed to the ground.
The man held me close, and I was almost entirely pressed against his chest, my long hair sliding down my shoulders and neck into his palm.
The veins on the back of his hand bulged, all the way down to his wrist, where there were noticeable red and purple scratches from when he swerved to avoid a car.
I was panting as I slowly raised my head, and what came into view was the man's prominent Adam's apple.
He had very sexy tanned skin, and his face, which was very handsome up close, was strikingly handsome. The slightly upturned corners of his lips carried a hint of casualness and aggression. His aura was sharp and powerful, and he was older than me, mature and calm.
"Are you alright?" he asked, easily pulling me up from his arms.
I looked at him, speechless at the sudden car accident. Only after the driver got out and frantically apologized to us did I slowly, nervously biting my lip, trying to control my pounding heart, and shaking my head, "I'm sorry, I wasn't paying attention..."
The man raised an eyebrow, his gaze sweeping over me from head to toe. "Go call the police?"
"Hmm." I was still in shock.
He smiled, displaying exceptional gentlemanly manners, and reached out to brush the snow off my coat and hair. Suddenly, he spoke up, "Perhaps you could tell me what difficulties you've encountered, and maybe I can help you solve them."
I lifted my eyelashes slightly and looked at him.
The man took out his ID. In the photo, he was wearing a smart and handsome uniform, and his high nose and thin lips gave off a cold and sharp feeling.
"Lin Jindong, I am a prosecutor," he introduced himself.
[Author's Note]
The third playthrough is quite slow, the pace is a bit slower than the first and second playthroughs.
Jiang Mingzhuo is different now; he praises her and expresses his affection. This is different from before. Coupled with the influence of her first love, Xiao Fu believes he likes her, but while she feels she likes him, she can't help but compare him to other men. Therefore, Jiang Mingzhuo will break down. Just when he finally accepts Xiao Fu and all the other men, Xiao Fu will no longer want him. The scene of him going insane hasn't reached that point yet. Once all the men with memories appear one by one, every Celestial Dragon will start to go mad.
In this first playthrough, you should be able to see that everyone is carefully disguising themselves, but as mentioned before, the Celestial Dragons' true nature will not change; ambition, madness, and black mud are normal.
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