Chapter 76 How do you want me to please you?
Shen Jizhao hasn't returned for several days. He sent a message saying that he would be home on time at 7:00 PM today.
Jiang Shuifu lay in bed in a daze. She hadn't slept well the night before and felt dizzy. Her heart had been pounding for the past few days, and she felt uneasy and anxious.
If it were just a bad feeling, that would be one thing, but the fact that Shen Jizhao, who used to be inseparable from her every day, had been gone for several days without returning only amplified her unease.
What exactly happened to Su Yang that could hold him back?
She can't get out, but the old lady next door can. She'll probably find out what happened soon.
She waited and waited, and before she knew it, it was dark. Finally, the old lady returned, and she rushed to her house.
When she returned, she looked listless, like a flower that had completely lost its moisture. However, she was not as angry or resentful as one might expect; instead, she was quite calm.
Calmly processing my emotions, I sat quietly on the edge of the bed. The window was wide open, and the evening breeze rushed in all at once, blowing over the candlelight in the dead of night.
The entire room was plunged into darkness in an instant, as deep and gloomy as a bottomless abyss. She got up and calmly restored the light, a faint but elusive hope igniting within her small space as she waited for his return.
Even as the end of the night approached, Shen Jizhao still hadn't returned.
Jiang Shuifu continued to wait, tirelessly, determined to wait for him to return.
Pan Tao came in to help her remove her hair and cleanse her face. "Miss, don't wait anymore, go to sleep."
She didn't reply, indicating her unwillingness, and stubbornly remained seated in front of the dressing table.
She gazed at her beautiful face in the mirror and calmly stroked her smooth, dark hair.
After a long pause, he slowly opened his lips:
"No, Peach, he will definitely come back. Never mind, let's prepare water first, I want to take a bath." The sound of dripping water echoed in the room. Each drop of water that slid across the fair skin and fell into the vast ocean made a very small sound, but when it merged into the surface of the water, it created ripples and amplified the crisp and powerful sound infinitely.
The sound rang out like an alarm bell, sending a shiver through the heart of the travel-worn, filthy, and anxious man outside.
Upon returning, Shen Jizhao stumbled upon such a sensual scene, causing him to stop in his tracks.
He had been missing her terribly for several days and was determined to return on time, but he dared not push open the door and embrace her.
He remembered that in this situation, he needed to ask her permission before going in, otherwise she would get angry. He gently coaxed her:
"Fortunately, I made it back in time and kept my promise."
It was just the end of the Xu hour (7-9 PM), and he almost broke his promise to her.
Since he promised her, he would never go back on his word.
He thought she would get angry again and leave him out overnight, but to his surprise, she agreed, her aloof voice ringing out:
"Come in."
Shen Jizhao breathed a sigh of relief and quietly pushed open the door. As soon as he stepped inside, the steaming aroma of soda filled the room.
Suspended in the air, hanging in the air, falling below.
The well-dressed man was completely enveloped on all four sides.
He unconsciously swallowed, suppressing the surging, amorous thoughts that had been rising within him. The woman had already finished bathing and was now on the bed in her nightgown.
Jiang Shuifu's long black hair cascaded down to her high, firm breasts, outlining a perfect double-sided curve.
Having just taken a bath, the room was filled with a misty haze, as if she were soaking in a hazy fog, making her seem untouchable yet impossible to leave.
Mysterious and extremely attractive.
He had been inside for a long time. Although he tried his best to remain calm, he seemed rather at a loss. His fingers curled up and down, and his gaze kept glancing at her from time to time.
He wasn't deliberately taking advantage of her; he just noticed something unusual about her face and expression.
It seems rather quiet and cold now; am I in a bad mood?
But her appearance only made her more alluring.
Jiang Shuifu pulled her thin nightgown tighter, took a handkerchief to wipe the damp ends of her hair, and just then her eyes met.
Caught red-handed in his sneaky behavior, Shen Jizhao turned his head away guiltily and behaved himself.
She acted as if nothing had happened, asking casually and in a normal tone:
"Your wound has reopened. What's holding you back?"
These words struck the man, who craved love, like a thunderclap, filling him with joy.
She cares about him!
However, he still retained his rationality and knew what he should and shouldn't say, so he just gave a perfunctory answer.
"It's nothing, it's alright. I'm always just as busy in the capital."
He was so busy that he neglected his wife, and he immediately tried to make amends:
"No matter how busy I am, I will never neglect you. Don't worry, Shuifu."
Seeing that he remained silent, Jiang Shuifu knew she wouldn't get any information out of him. Her hand movements as she wiped her hair were still gentle, as if afraid of losing a single strand of her precious hair. However, her eyebrows curved slightly, subtly revealing her hidden emotions.
"There will probably be a heavy rain in a few days, and the weather will gradually become damp. You can sleep here tonight."
Shen Jizhao was flattered; it had been a long time since he had shared a room with her.
Now that it had suddenly come true, he was somewhat flustered, and his eyes kept glancing at her.
He blinked repeatedly, and after a long while, he finally managed to utter a single word, a restrained smile spreading across his face.
"Um."
He quickly went to the side room to bathe, changed into his nightgown, and put on the bright red one that his bedmate had sewn stitch by stitch. Coincidentally, the woman not far away, whose pink curtains were half-drawn, was also wearing a light red gauze dress today.
This scene instantly transported him back to his wedding day, to the time when the Crown Prince and his wife were deeply in love.
Back then, he would visit her once a month, and she would secretly change into a nightgown of the same color. He had long since discovered her intentions.
This is how a young woman feels about the man she admires.
Tonight, the two of them seemed like a real married couple, sharing that unspoken understanding once again.
The candle was about to be extinguished, but Jiang Shuifu stopped him at the last moment:
"No, I haven't been sleeping well these past few days. I keep dreaming about my family, Shen Jizhao. My mother passed away early, and besides my father, I only have my grandparents left. You keep saying that my family is your family, is that true? Are you a man of your word or a habitual liar?"
Shen Jizhao's heart skipped a beat. Was she showing weakness to him? Was she opening her heart to him and seeking protection?
Was she questioning him? Had she discovered something? Why was she questioning him so directly?
Her repeated show of vulnerability lowered his guard:
"You went to Suyang, right? To handle a case, right? So, did you see the Jiang family? How are they?"
The man lying on the small couch frowned upon hearing this; he sensed that she was acting strangely today.
Just as he was deep in thought, a knee appeared on his small couch, and a corner of the quilt was lifted:
"Are you going to sleep here? This small couch can't even fit half of your body."
Her words startled him. He slowly opened his eyes wide, turned around, and looked up at the woman standing a fist's distance away from him by the bed.
The woman remained expressionless, her words as if they were perfectly normal, completely disregarding the shock they caused him.
To him, it was like a priceless treasure, something he had long coveted and was so precious that it could only be admired from afar, suddenly jumping effortlessly into his arms.
He propped himself up on his still-healing arm, his body gradually becoming excited, but his tone was incredulous:
"you mean·····"
Jiang Shuifu didn't have time to listen to the rest of his words and asked him directly:
"Or are you tired of me, tired of my body? I hope not, because my uncle is still in jail."
As soon as she finished speaking, the woman turned and left, her face filled with hatred.
She didn't want to play along with him anymore, so she continued pretending.
Her gossamer-thin, crimson skirt slipped inch by inch from the edge of his couch.
His heart itched, and he subconsciously wanted to grab her, but in the end he didn't, his eyes fixed on her figure.
Her clothes were thin and sheer, revealing nothing beneath; they were proper nightgowns. Only under the candlelight did they outline the curves of her body, alluring yet not seductive, utterly captivating.
But he had no time to appreciate it at that moment; he was only utterly shocked. She knew?
Did she know that he had imprisoned Jiang Junyu?
She even invited him to sleep in her bed?
He couldn't figure her out, so he followed his heart to find her. He thought she would make a big fuss when she found out, but she was surprisingly calm, unusually calm.
He followed closely behind her to the bedside, then began to fidget, his hands constantly clenching his knuckles.
"You don't blame me?"
Jiang Shuifu scoffed, as if she had heard the biggest joke in the world:
"What's the use of being strange? Since you've already done it, you're naturally not afraid of my wrath. To you, I'm just an animal that you find interesting, a pet you keep to pass the time."
Shen Jizhao knew he was in the wrong, so he made amends by saying, "I do want you, but my feelings for you are even more genuine. To me, you are my heart and soul, not something I can just throw away. I promised you about what happened last time that I would take you out to play during the Dragon Boat Festival to help you relax."
Jiang Shuifu gave another disdainful smile, slowly took off her shoes, and climbed into bed:
“My family is in jail, what use is it for me to get out? I’m afraid I can’t accept your charity. I don’t have your leisure time. My family is suffering, but I’m having an affair with my enemy, and even sleeping in the same bed with him!”
Shen Jizhao subconsciously took a step forward, his knees touching the bed, and he denied everything:
“Not an enemy, I am not.”
She suddenly pounced on him.
The woman's profile was very close to him, and he decisively turned his head, revealing her beautiful and alluring face right before his eyes.
She almost bent over to support herself, leaning over him.
"But that's just who I am. As you wish, tell me, how do you want me to please you?"
He swallowed hard again, his body tensing, and shook his head to explain:
"I have none..."
Jiang Shuifu scoffed, disgusted by his hypocritical nature.
"Shen Jizhao, you are truly a beast in human clothing. Every time you sleep next to me, all you think about is spreading little seeds while carrying your legs. Do you think I don't know that?"
The hypocrite was startled. When did he reveal his true colors?
Her sudden closeness caught him off guard, and he could only step back slightly to prevent her from getting too close.
"What’s wrong with you?"
The woman's fingernails, as fiery as flames, lightly traced his abdominal muscles, as delicately as a dragonfly skimming the water.
Before he could react, she continued to condemn his lust, her eyes flashing, but what she conveyed was a chilling, piercing glint:
"Your behavior is truly disgusting. What abstinence from women! Do your people know that you're someone who's inflated by wishful thinking?"
Shen Jizhao's body stiffened instantly, feeling somewhat ashamed:
"I'm sorry, I apologize to you, but only to you."
His dishonesty and beastly nature are limited to just one woman.
He scrutinized the woman's movements intently; her fingers were already tracing circles on his chest.
The man couldn't take it anymore. He grabbed her wild, flailing hands and glared at her sharply.
"Shuifu, what are you doing?"
Jiang Shuifu's hand was slowly and indistinctly tormenting him, heading towards an unknown destination:
"Can't you tell? I'm trying to please you, my ex-husband. You imprisoned my Jiang family, used him, then abandoned him, and now you're trying to burn him under the bridge. You've made the most of him, so of course I have to please you and make you happy. Do you think helping you spit it out is enough?"
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Author's Note: One more chapter to go
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