Chapter 37 Violet This is incest.
The short-haired blond man's right hand was loosely draped over Ji Jiazhen's side. She wrapped one arm around his neck and held up a wine glass with the other, playfully kissing him, pausing after each kiss, their faces close together as she listened to his interesting remarks.
This kind of behavior was all too common in the club, and no one else gave them a second glance. Only Wen Siyu stood there, staring, seething with anger.
All the entertainment sounds around him seemed chaotic and noisy at this moment, and the contrast between the fiery atmosphere on the field and the coldness around him was striking.
He was out of place here; standing quietly in the bustling dance floor was too conspicuous. Ji Jiazhen noticed his burning gaze, interrupted the man's passionate kiss, flicked her hair, turned her head, and met Wen Siyu's gaze, who was two meters away from her.
The smile that was already on her lips remained unchanged. When she saw him, she showed no surprise, no shock, and no greeting. Instead, she calmly looked away, whispered something in the man's ear, and the two turned around together to change scenes.
Wen Siyu put his phone in his pocket, watched Ji Jiazhen's back, and followed, always lagging behind her.
Ji Jiazhen glanced down at him again at the corner of the stairs, satisfied with the distance he maintained. She tossed something down and continued upstairs.
The object was falling, and Wen Siyu reached out and caught it.
A bracelet, the one everyone in the club wears.
Ji Jiazhen threw hers at him.
Wen Siyu hadn't originally planned to wear it, but then she saw the word "zhen" on the smooth surface of the bracelet. Items bearing her name were like being branded with her mark; wearing them made both the object and the person herself uniquely hers.
Regardless of Ji Jiazhen's reasons for throwing the bracelet at him, the thought itself made him feel good. Just thinking about it that way allowed him to forget the scene from just now.
She was just being playful for a moment; she still cares about him. What he needs to do is wait, and when necessary, he needs to learn to fight for her.
He came to this conclusion while going upstairs.
*
The man who kissed Ji Jiazhen was named Lucien. He was Jiang Zhimeng's junior, someone she knew well. He was a clean person, handsome, had a good physique, was romantic, quick to understand, sweet-talking, and cute. He had also studied Chinese for two years, making communication easier.
Ji Jiazhen and Lucien sat down on the sofa. Wen Siyu then went upstairs to the second floor, found her in the dimly lit environment, and sat down diagonally opposite her, with a booth between them.
He made no attempt to hide his intentions; his eyes followed her constantly. Wherever she went, he saw her and followed her. It was so obvious that Jiang Zhimeng even sent her a WeChat message asking who the man was.
As Ji Jiazhen put down her phone, she glanced in his direction. Lucien handed her a drink, leaning closer and nuzzling her face with his overly prominent nose. Then, in broken, accented Chinese, he asked her, "Sister, why are you staring at that person?"
Ji Jiazhen touched his cheek and teased him on purpose: "He seems to be more handsome than you. I'm wondering if I should go and play with him."
Lucien's Chinese wasn't good enough for him to understand the deeper meaning behind the word "play," so he simply asked her, "Do you want to play games?"
After asking the question, she squinted at Wen Siyu and said, "The light is too dark, I can't see him clearly, and I don't think he's as handsome as me."
Looking at the determination flashing in his gray-green eyes, Ji Jiazhen smiled and replied, "You're right."
Lucien poured her only half a glass of wine, which she finished in two gulps. He took the empty glass and leaned in to talk to her again.
"Could you drink a little less alcohol?"
Ji Jiazhen raised an eyebrow and asked him why.
"My mother loves to drink, and she always falls asleep when she's drunk. I don't want you to fall asleep too; I want to be with you..."
He suddenly paused, unsure of the most accurate word to express his thoughts. Then, recalling her earlier words, he borrowed them and said, "...play."
His accent and choice of words made Ji Jiazhen laugh. She kissed the corner of his mouth and said, "Darling, I won't sleep. I want to sleep with you."
Clearly, Lucien didn't know there were two ways to "sleep." Ji Jiazhen was referring to "meat sleep," while he understood it as "vegetarian sleep." He asked her with expectant eyes and a slightly disappointed tone, "Are we just sleeping?"
"Then what else do you want to do?"
Lucien hesitated for a moment, then lowered his eyes and said okay, obediently pouring her a full glass of wine.
Seeing his disappointed expression, Ji Jiazhen knew he had misunderstood her meaning, but she didn't explain.
An ordinary thing can turn from disappointment into surprise. Such a surprise is suitable to be added to their lovemaking, as it can become one of the catalysts.
Lucien seemed to remember something, put his arm around her waist, and blocked her hand from holding the wine glass. "Can I kiss you with my lipstick?"
He pointed to Ji Jiazhen's lips, then to his own face, "Leave something behind."
His Chinese was really bad, but Ji Jiazhen could understand him. What he meant was to leave a lip print on his face. Jealousy and envy were also high-level words for him; he could only say, "They'll feel bad if they see it."
Ji Jiazhen was willing to satisfy his childish vanity.
She took out her lipstick, but instead of applying it to her own lips, she beckoned Lucien to turn his head towards her and wrote a French sentence on his face with the lipstick.
After she finished writing, she put on her lipstick, leaving a clear lip print after the sentence.
Lucien's tone was a mix of excitement and shyness: "What did you write?"
Chi Chia-chen said, "A sentence that makes you happy."
"Can I go and show it to them?"
She nodded and put the lipstick into Lucien's pocket.
Lucien stood up impatiently and walked towards the stairs. Ji Jiazhen thought he was going upstairs or downstairs, but he wasn't.
He stopped in front of Wen Siyu.
*
Wen Siyu watched all the interactions between Ji Jiazhen and Lucien. He didn't change his position after sitting down, didn't drink a drop of alcohol, and just sat there alone, watching her and the other person get close to each other, watching her go from touching to kissing, and then leaving a lip print on the other person's face.
Then I saw Lucien stand up, staring at me, and walk towards me.
Lucien stopped in front of him, first asking if he was Chinese, and after receiving a clear answer, asked him in Chinese, "Could you take a picture for me?"
As he spoke, he pointed to his profile, and Wen Siyu saw the sentence that Ji Jiazhen had written on his face.
【Un jouet obéissant】
[Obedience Toys]
Wen Siyu shifted his gaze from Lucien to Ji Jiazhen, who was diagonally behind him. She was looking this way, her hands propped up by her sides, legs crossed. In the dim light, he couldn't see her expression, but Wen Siyu guessed that she was definitely smiling, the kind of smile one gives when watching a show.
His lips were taut, and the sharp point of his canine tooth pressed hard against his lower teeth. Lucien was still waiting for his answer.
"OK."
He agreed.
Lucien happily handed him the phone, told him how to take the picture, had him stand up, corrected the camera angle, and finally posed in a satisfactory way, telling him he could take the picture now.
The flash went on and off, and the photo was taken.
Wen Siyu coldly handed the phone back to him, then looked at Ji Jiazhen, his resentment evident in his eyes.
When Lucien saw the words on his face, he was overjoyed and immediately changed his mind. He turned back on his way to show off, forgetting even to say thank you, and went back to Ji Jiazhen's side.
He knelt down in front of Ji Jiazhen and said, "That is indeed something that makes me happy."
Then I kissed the back of her hand and kissed her. I was so engrossed in the kiss that the lipstick on my face got smudged.
He held Ji Jiazhen's knee with his burning palms, looked at her with wet eyes, and said, "Sister, it's too noisy here, I don't like it, can we go somewhere else?"
He stood up, and Ji Jiazhen put her hand on his shoulder and stood up as well.
"Okay, let's find a place you'll like."
*
Ji Jiazhen led his men upstairs, with Wen Siyu following behind. He finally understood why Ji Jiazhen had given him the bracelet.
The fifth floor is a hotel. There are people checking people at the elevator entrance; those with wristbands can go straight in.
As he stepped out of the elevator, he saw Ji Jiazhen and Lucien walk into the room at the end of the corridor. When he got to the door, he found that it was not closed.
To be precise, it wasn't closed at all; not a single crack was visible. But the lock was definitely not engaged, and he could hear sounds coming from inside the room.
They must have been standing right at the door, so he could hear their voices, the rustling of their clothes, and even their soft breathing.
"The words written on your face made you happy, how will you repay me?"
Ji Jiazhen is speaking.
After a rustling sound, Wen Siyu heard Lucien's voice.
"I will make you happy too."
Then came the sound of kissing; they were kissing again.
Wen Siyu clenched his fists at his sides, and a vein bulged on his forehead as he suppressed his emotions.
Ji Jiazhen's voice came through: "Let me teach you something. The meaning of Chinese words depends on the context. Sometimes, the intended meaning of a word is not quite the same as its original meaning. For example, when I say 'sleep with you,' it means 'have sex.'"
Upon hearing this, Wen Siyu instantly raised his hand and pushed open the door, hoping to stop everything from happening, to prevent anything he didn't want to happen from occurring.
But he didn't.
His hand finally landed on the doorknob, gripped it tightly, hesitated for two seconds, and then pulled it outward.
The door closed.
He knew that in times like these, he should wait quietly instead of fighting for it.
Ji Jiazhen definitely wouldn't like him disturbing her at this time.
She will be angry.
She will be further away from him.
He has to wait.
Inside the room, Ji Jiazhen heard the sound of the door locking and looked at the wall.
Seemingly lost in thought.
*
Lucien said he had no practical experience, but a wealth of theoretical knowledge.
Ji Jiazhen witnessed it.
He knew that proper foreplay was essential for a smoother actual encounter, and that licking was the quickest way to achieve the desired effect, allowing Ji Jiazhen to reach her first orgasm and making her happy.
Ji Jiazhen and Lucien knelt face to face on the bed. He removed her clothes one by one, from the inside out.
It was still daytime, and the curtains didn't block out all the light. Even without turning on the lights, the light was enough for him to see the details of her body.
He cupped her softness in his hands, put the berries in his mouth, savoring the sweetness while she experienced the pleasure.
Then he took one hand and slid it down from her waist to the hidden area, like a warrior on a mission searching for the golden bean hidden deep in the spring.
Ji Jiazhen trembled, hugged his neck, closed her eyes, gradually raised her head, then slumped her shoulders due to the sudden stimulation, burying her head in Lucien's neck.
Lucien released his hands, took out a tissue to wipe the dampness from between his fingers, and kept Ji Jiazhen in the kneeling position. He then went behind her, bent down, spread her knees, and made her kneel even lower until she was completely sitting on his face.
After a brief exchange, Ji Jiazhen leaned against the headboard, letting out a sound. His nose was too unfair; its high, straight shape pressed heavily against her nipple, making her involuntarily shrink back, yet she also craved the feeling, unable to resist rubbing back and forth.
Lucien's short hair was prickly, and the lipstick on his face was completely smeared on her inner thighs, leaving a blurry red patch.
Before long, Ji Jiazhen completely surrendered and collapsed helplessly onto the bed.
Lucien wiped the water from his face, put on his essential equipment, grabbed her legs and pulled her down, holding his weapon against her, and asked, "Is it okay now?"
Ji Jiazhen didn't say anything, but lifted her legs and squeezed his waist tightly.
That means it's possible.
The distance turned negative, and the two of them sighed simultaneously.
Lucien's actions were reckless, but she felt she was still enjoying herself; his impulsive actions gave her layers of pleasure.
He was young and vigorous, with inexhaustible strength. Not satisfied with just the bed, he picked her up halfway through and carried her from the sofa to the carpet, finally standing still and letting her float in the air, making himself the only support for her entire body. At this moment, the tension was the strongest, and her tense body made him lose control.
*
When Lucien came out of the room at four o'clock in the afternoon, he was startled by Wen Siyu leaning against the wall. After recognizing his face, he asked him, "What are you doing here?"
Wen Siyu glanced at the ajar door, unable to see inside, but he was still annoyed and retorted sharply, "What's it to you?"
Lucien sensed his intense hostility but couldn't figure out why, even though he had taken photos for him that afternoon.
Aren't Chinese people generally gentle and polite?
Wen Siyu threatened him: "Chinese people despise third parties like you the most. They would beat you to death if they saw you."
Lucien seemed to understand what he meant and replied in surprise, "Le amante (third party)? Me? What are you talking about?"
He recalled the way Wen Siyu looked at Ji Jiazhen in the club, and what Ji Jiazhen said. He realized that the two of them knew each other before, but he was very indignant about being called a "third party". He pushed open the door that was not closed, and was so angry that he could hardly speak Chinese anymore: "You come and talk properly."
Wen Siyu was already feeling frustrated, so he walked forward, bumped into Lucien's shoulder, and entered the room before him.
Ji Jiazhen sat on the bed in a bathrobe, her wet hair draped over her shoulders. She heard the two arguing at the door, but was not surprised at all by Wen Siyu's presence.
The two acted like two children having a disagreement, childishly demanding an explanation.
Lucien was unhappy with Wen Siyu's decision to enter the room first, and he wanted to be the first to complain: "Sister, this person just said that I am a third party, is that true?"
Ji Jiazhen comforted him, saying, "Of course you're not."
Lucien turned around and glared at Wen Siyu, his face saying, "Look what I mean."
Wen Siyu scoffed and ignored his reaction.
Lucien continued to complain: "Sister, this person is very rude. I suspect he's not Chinese. He's very... very... very rude."
He couldn't remember how to say "rude" in Chinese, and after stammering for a while, the force in his voice almost disappeared.
Ji Jiazhen suppressed a laugh and said, "I also think he doesn't seem like it."
"elder sister……"
"Who is your sister?"
Wen Siyu finally lost his temper, both by openly slandering Lucien to his face and by repeatedly calling him "sister".
Lucien, interrupted, forgot what he was going to say and turned to look at him.
"Let me teach you something too. In China, ethics are important. Having sex with your sister is considered incest. If someone hears it, you'll be shot. Abattre (execute), understand? You'd better not shout it out."
Lucien was indeed intimidated by him, staring wide-eyed at Ji Jiazhen.
Ji Jiazhen's shoulders trembled, but she still nodded with a stern face and gave him a "shh" gesture.
Wen Siyu continued, "Go back and study Chinese properly. I'll pretend I didn't hear this time. If you want to live a good life, get out of here."
Lucien took two steps back, his eyes darting between Ji Jiazhen and Wen Siyu, and without saying a word, he ran out.
Ji Jiazhen laughed the moment she heard the door close, tears welling up in her eyes. She raised her hand to wipe them away, and Wen Siyu's voice drifted over.
"Sister, you have quite a few brothers! Did you have a great afternoon?"
Ji Jiazhen, shrugging his shoulders, said it was alright, then asked him, "Aren't you also an incestuous person? Aren't you afraid of being executed?"
Wen Siyu took two steps toward her and said, "Sister, I even dare to hit my own father, what am I afraid of incest?"
He stared at the varying depths of the hickeys on her neck. "I can't leave a mark, but why can he? Sister, you're pretty hypocritical."
He unusually called her "sister" repeatedly, which made Ji Jiazhen quite uncomfortable. "Why are you calling me 'sister'?" she asked.
Wen Siyu sneered, "He can call me that but I can't? I think you quite enjoy hearing it."
"I'm usually more into listening to music in bed."
Wen Siyu replied with great pride: "It's impossible for me to sleep with you right now, and it's not possible on this bed."
Ji Jiazhen cursed him for being an idiot, "If you're full, who wants to sleep with you?"
"You can feel full after three hours? Your appetite is getting smaller and smaller."
Ji Jiazhen kicked him: "Stop being sarcastic and being a jerk to me."
Wen Siyu tactfully ended the conversation, asking, "What do you mean by not closing the door?"
He knew that giving him the bracelet was just a ploy to get him to go upstairs, to annoy him. What did it mean to leave the door open so he could hear? Was it to piss him off?
Remembering this incident, Ji Jiazhen raised her foot again and pressed it against his leg, stomping down on it intermittently.
"Congratulations, you've passed the test."
Congratulations on learning to love Ji Jiazhen silently, patiently, by sharing, and by letting go. Love her mischievousness and unbridled behavior, love her womanizing ways, and love her heart that knows she doesn't love you.
Congratulations on getting the chance to stay by Ji Jiazhen's side again.
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Author's note: Congratulations, Wen Siyu! There are still many more challenges ahead.
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