Vacation 1.2
Jiang Zhaoyan leaned against the door frame of the dressing room, his fingertips hooking a deep V-neck silk shirt.
The hem of the dress was surprisingly short, with a semi-transparent lace cutout design on the waist, which perfectly revealed Fan Jinci's fair and slender waistline when she wore it.
"I won't wear it." Fan Jinci said coldly, the bath towel loosely wrapped around his waist, water droplets sliding down the grooves of his abdominal muscles.
Jiang Zhaoyan chuckled and slowly approached, tapping the butterfly brand under his collarbone with his fingertip: "You tore three of my shirts last night, you should at least make up for it with some fun."
He suddenly leaned down, his breath brushing against Fan Jinci's earlobe: "Or... shall I help you get dressed?"
Fan Jinci glanced at him coldly, then yanked on his shirt and pulled it on. The moment the fabric clung to his waist, Jiang Zhaoyan's eyes darkened—beneath the deep V-neck, Fan Jinci's collarbone and pectoral muscles were faintly visible, and the lace cutouts on the side of his waist clearly outlined the contours of his abdominal muscles; his pale skin was almost dazzling in the sunlight.
“Perfect.” Jiang Zhaoyan’s Adam’s apple bobbed, his voice low and husky. “My butterfly should be seen by everyone.”
Under the blazing midday sun, Fan Jinci, wearing sunglasses, lay under a parasol, the hem of his deep V-neck shirt lifted by the sea breeze, revealing a section of his waistline.
Jiang Zhaoyan knelt beside him, her fingertips drenched in sunscreen, slowly applying it to his waist.
"Don't move." His voice was tinged with laughter. "I'd be heartbroken if you got sunburned."
Fan Jinci kept his eyes closed, too lazy to pay him any attention.
Not far away, several girls holding cameras were so excited that their hands were shaking.
"My God! Isn't that Young Master Jiang from the Jiang Group? And who's that handsome guy next to him?!"
"Shh—keep your voice down! That's his wife! I heard she's an incredibly skilled forensic pathologist!"
"Help! This height difference! This waist! This sex appeal! I'm going to die—"
Three hours later, #JiangShaoJiangMadamAHappyMarriage# suddenly became the number one trending topic.
In the photo—
Jiang Zhaoyan, standing at 187cm, half-embraced Fan Jinci's waist as he whispered in his ear.
Fan Jinci's slender figure was shrouded in the other's shadow, the view beneath his deep V-neckline only partially visible. The most stunning image was the third one—as the waves crashed in, Jiang Zhaoyan scooped Fan Jinci up in his arms, Fan Jinci instinctively wrapping his arms around his neck, the lace at his waist almost transparent in the sunlight.
The comment section of the trending topic exploded:
"Is this something I can watch for free???"
"Young Master Jiang! Where are your hands?! You think you can just pinch that waist like that?!"
"Madam is so hot, Young Master Jiang is so lucky (drooling)"
Three hours later
Fan Jinci slammed his phone into Jiang Zhaoyan's chest, while the trending topics page continued to refresh rapidly.
"You arranged this?" he asked coldly.
Jiang Zhaoyan raised an eyebrow, casually locked the screen, and pressed the person into the sofa: "I would like to arrange..." His fingertips caressed Fan Jinci's waist in the trending photo, "but your expression is too natural, you can't act it out."
Fan Jinci bent his knee to push him, but his ankle was grabbed and he was pulled even closer.
"You know what?" Jiang Zhaoyan's nose brushed against the lace on his waist, "The most popular comment under this trending topic is—"
He read it out slowly and deliberately:
"Madam Jiang's back looks like it's been badly hurt by Young Master Jiang."
Fan Jinci grabbed a cushion and pressed it against his face.
"Jiang! Zhao! Yan!"
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Yu Yan stared at his phone screen, his knuckles cracking as he clenched his fists.
The top trending topic: #JiangShaoAndJiangMadamAHappyMarriage#
Second on the trending list: #YoungMasterJiangCarriesHisWifeWithOneHand#
In the photo, Jiang Zhaoyan, standing at 187cm tall, is on the deck of a yacht, with one hand around Fan Jinci's waist, carrying him directly on his shoulder.
Fan Jinci's 181cm tall and slender figure was restrained by one hand. His deep V shirt was lifted by the sea breeze, revealing a section of his fair and slender waistline, with clearly visible abdominal muscles.
"Smack!"
The coffee cup in Yu Yan's hand shattered with a crack, and dark brown liquid splattered all over the floor.
Wen Lin looked up from the pile of documents, glanced at his phone screen, and whistled: "Wow, Yan-ge, you look like you're about to kill someone."
Li Weimian calmly sipped her coffee, a cold glint flashing in her silver earring on her right ear: "Do you need psychological counseling? Jealousy causing a rapid heart rate can easily lead to sudden death."
Situ Jin silently handed over a pack of tissues, his gaze behind his glasses meaningful: "Teacher Fan's sunscreen on her waist... is specially made by Jiang's Laboratory."
Yu Yan's gaze instantly turned even colder.
Backtracking:
The sea breeze howled as Fan Jinci was carried on Jiang Zhaoyan's shoulder with one hand, his face so cold it could freeze.
"Put me down," he said in a low, warning voice.
Jiang Zhaoyan chuckled and gently stroked his waist with his palm: "Madam, are you sure you want to do it in a place like this?"
Fan Jinci narrowed his eyes, then suddenly bent his knee and thrust it into Jiang Zhaoyan's ribs. Jiang Zhaoyan grunted, but didn't move an inch, instead tightening his grip and pinching Jiang Zhaoyan's waist.
“If you move again, I’ll kiss you in front of everyone.” His voice was hoarse. “You know I’m capable of doing it.”
Fan Jinci stared coldly at him, his gray-blue pupils reflecting Jiang Zhaoyan's triumphant smile.
Three seconds later—
"Snap!"
The fans at the station were so excited their hands trembled. The camera captured the moment when Jiang Zhaoyan lowered his head and spoke to Fan Jinci. Their profiles were almost touching, creating an ambiguous and suffocating scene.
Ten minutes later, the trending topics list was refreshed again:
1. #Young Master Jiang Carries His Wife with One Hand# (Breaking News)
2. #Mrs. Jiang's Waistline# (Boiling Point)
3. #Jiang Family Conglomerate Sexual Tension# (Hot)
The comment section went completely crazy:
"Help! What kind of domineering CEO behavior is this?! A one-handed hug!!!"
"Is Madam's waist even real? Young Master Jiang's hand could just barely pinch it, right?"
"I declare this the best couple of the year! Anyone who disagrees is tasteless!"
Some people even dug up Jiang Zhaoyan's early interviews—
Reporter: "Who is Jiang Shao's ideal type?"
Jiang Zhaoyan (chuckled): "Slim waist and long legs, you can dissect me with one knife."
Netizen: "Damn! Isn't this just a routine forensic examination???"
End of backtracking:
Fan Jinci kicked open the bedroom door, pinned Jiang Zhaoyan against the wall, and pressed a scalpel against his Adam's apple.
"Had enough fun?" he asked coldly. Jiang Zhaoyan remained unfazed, even wrapping her arms around his waist and tracing the lace detailing with her fingertips: "What, is Madam not satisfied with today's date?"
Fan Jinci narrowed his eyes, the tip of his knife pressing down slightly: "Trending topics, photos, live streaming across the entire internet—you did this on purpose."
Jiang Zhaoyan chuckled, then suddenly flipped over and reversed their positions, trapping Fan Jinci between his arms and the wall.
“Yes, I did it on purpose.” He leaned down, his breath hot. “I wanted everyone to know—you are mine.”
Fan Jinci looked at him coldly.
Jiang Zhaoyan suddenly bit his lip hard, the taste of blood spreading between their lips and teeth. Jiang Zhaoyan held the back of his head and deepened the kiss.
Fan Jinci slapped him across the face, and Jiang Zhaoyan held his hand and said with a smile.
"Madam, why are you so temperamental?"
Then another slap.
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