168: Chapter 168: He Marries into the Jing Family 168: Chapter 168: He Marries into the Jing Family Su He had just returned to her office when her cell phone rang.
She glanced at the vibrating note on the screen and hurriedly answered.
“Hello.”
The man’s low and magnetic voice sounded: “Finished with your work?”
“Mhm, finished.”
“Then come downstairs.
I’m waiting for you in the parking lot.”
“Oh, okay.”
…
Parking lot.
It took Su He less than five minutes to get down.
She immediately spotted the black Rolls-Royce.
She walked over quickly, opened the rear door herself, and slipped in swiftly.
Upon getting into the car, her clear, water-like eyes stared straight at someone’s face.
After a few seconds, she couldn’t discern anything significant.
Jiang Yan turned to look at her, his expression calm, his deep eyes tender as the stars.
“Are you hungry?”
Listening to his pleasant voice entering her ears, Su He’s thick, long eyelashes fluttered up and down.
She shook her head, then feeling it wasn’t right, nodded, “Mhm, I’m a bit hungry.”
Upon hearing this, the man looked towards the driver, Fei Xu, and said with a deep voice, “Let’s go home.”
“Understood, Master Wu (Master).”
Inside the car, Su He hesitated several times, wanting but failing to speak.
She wanted to say something, but wasn’t sure what would be appropriate.
She was afraid that her words would seem like an overreaction, or betray a sense of guilt.
After all, there really wasn’t anything going on between her and Zhou Yixing, and she always scorned the need to explain these groundless matters.
As soon as she got into the car, Jiang Yan sensed that something was off with her, but initially, he didn’t ask.
However, now, her eyes kept darting towards him intermittently, and he couldn’t just ignore it.
He was genuinely afraid that he might lose control soon and take advantage of her in the car.
“What is it, you have something you want to say to me?
Hmm?”
The man’s voice was deep, as if spilling from his chest, with a trembling frequency that made one’s ears tingle and soften.
Su He slightly turned to face him, looking into his eyes, “You’re not mad?”
Jiang Yan was momentarily stunned, examining the caution and inquiry in her eyes.
His mind flashed through the afternoon’s trending search as if he understood something.
The man quickly composed his emotions, and those deep eyes that were once twinkling dimmed instantly.
Jiang Yan took a deep look at her, then looked away and stared straight ahead.
Seeing him pursing his thin lips but not speaking, Su He thought, …So, he’s angry?
Su He silently reached out and took hold of his sleeve, shaking it symbolically.
Jiang Yan’s brows twitched subtly as he glanced down with an expressionless face at the two pale fingers clutching his sleeve.
Then, the sound of the woman’s voice rang in his ear like chimes, “Give me a straight answer, are you mad or not?”
Jiang Yan’s forehead twitched, this woman had a peculiar way of seeking favor and acting coy.
She seemed even more assertive than him, the one who was supposed to be “angry.”
Fei Xu, in the driver’s seat, was also somewhat taken aback.
The Young Madam’s action just now clearly had a touch of coquettishness, so why did her words come out so blunt?
The man still looked straight ahead and then hummed indifferently.
Su He: ?
What does hmm mean?
“Can’t you change a word or say a couple more words?” Su He stared at his profile and frowned.
The man fulfilled her request, “Alright, got it.”
“…”
Su He sighed inwardly, she really wasn’t good at mollifying people.
She bit her lip, and roughly explained, “That thing about the photo this afternoon, I really didn’t know.
I was busy at the time, so I didn’t pick up your calls or reply to your messages in time.
As for those photos, they didn’t look flirty or intimate at all.
We just had a meal, talked about some things, and then I went back to work at the hospital…”
The man turned his head and stared at her upon hearing this, asking, “Do you care that much if I get angry or not?”
Caught off guard, Su He met those deep and abyss-like black eyes, slightly startled, and then nodded, “Mhm.”
A cunning smile flashed through the man’s eyes, “So what if I really am angry, what will you do?”
Su He replied without hesitation, “I’d placate you, of course.”
The man’s interest piqued, “How does Mrs.
Jiang plan to placate, hmm?”
She blurted out, “How do you want me to placate you?”
The man let out a deep laugh from his chest, “Mrs.
Jiang is so smart, think about it yourself.”
Su He: “…”
“I might be smart, but I’ve never placated a man before.”
She muttered this to herself.
Her cleverness wasn’t in these lovey-dovey matters anyway.
Finally, she took out her phone and opened their small group chat, earnestly asking a question, “How can I most effectively placate a man when he’s angry?”
Several people in the group, the first three all replied with similar comments:
Jiang You: “Sis-in-law, was your WeChat hacked?”
Jing Xuan: “Who hacked our Baobao’s WeChat?”
Jiang Nanche: “My sister-in-law’s WeChat wasn’t hacked, then I must be hallucinating.”
Only Sang Luo replied, “I’m not too sure, maybe you can Baidu it.”
“…”
Su He looked at everyone’s responses and sent a string of ellipses.
Jiang You: “Sis-in-law, are you trying to placate my brother?”
Jing Xuan: “Baobao, is it because you were trending today?”
Su He replied with one word: “Yeah.”
Jiang You replied instantly: “Then that’s easy, just give my brother a kiss, he’s easy to placate, especially when it’s you who’s placating him.”
Su He curled up in her seat, looking at Jiang You’s reply, and couldn’t help thinking how unreliable it sounded.
Then, Jing Xuan also added, “How is a kiss enough?
Baobao, you’ve got to leverage your strengths.”
Su He furrowed her brows, a puzzled look on her face, as she typed a few characters: “Which strengths?”
Jing Xuan: “What else but the pleasures between a husband and wife, just lure him into bed and all problems will be solved.”
Su He: “…”
She felt it was a mistake to ask this question in the group chat.
…
The whole ride to Moon Gift Villa, Su He didn’t speak.
Jiang Yan didn’t disturb her either.
But before getting out of the car, the man still asked, “Have you thought it through?”
Su He blinked, shaking her head, “No.”
The man’s lips curved slightly, “Then take your time to think, there’s still plenty of time tonight, let’s have dinner first.”
“Oh.”
She was absentminded during dinner, even when showering.
Standing in front of the bathroom sink, brushing her teeth and still pondering, she didn’t notice when the bathroom door opened.
Only when a heat source pressed against her back did she come back to her senses, lifting her head to see the handsome reflection of the man in the mirror.
Jiang Yan wrapped one arm around her slender waist, imprisoning her in his embrace.
The man’s hot breath tickled her ear, “Mrs.
Jiang, have you thought about it?”
Su He, looking at the man in the mirror, blinked and said, “Why don’t you just tell me?
I really can’t think of anything.”
The things Xiaxia and Jiang You suggested were too vulgar and didn’t suit her.
The man chuckled in her ear, his voice husky, “What, didn’t they give you any ideas?”
Su He didn’t bother asking how he knew she consulted Xiaxia and the others, her mouth still foaming as she mumbled, “They did, but not suitable for me to use.
Besides, I think it’s pretty vulgar, pretty insincere.
I figured you wouldn’t fall for that sort of thing, would you?”
“Oh?” The man asked nonchalantly, “Tell me, what’s this vulgar method?”
Su He narrowed her eyes slightly, her eyes watery as she stared at the mirror, then said, “They told me to offer myself to you, to take good care of you in bed, and that would be the end of it.
Isn’t this method of placating someone vulgar?”
She countered with a question.
The man also retorted with a question: “Vulgar?”
Su He knitted her brows upon hearing this: “What, you don’t think it’s vulgar?”
“I actually find it quite practical.”
The man gently bit her earlobe and said in a deep, low voice.
Su He paused in what she was doing, glaring at the person in the mirror: “Jiang Yan!”
The man was taken aback, looked up at the woman in the mirror, and her clear eyes seemed to be burning with flames.
She still had a toothbrush in her mouth, looking puffed up with anger and her mouth full of foam, which made her look especially adorable.
Su He gave him a glare, said nothing, brushed her teeth in no time, then picked up the cup, rinsed a few times, put down the things, and turned to leave.
But the man held her waist, allowing her only to turn towards him.
Jiang Yan raised his hand to wipe off the water droplets on her lips with his fingertips.
He looked down at her with a smirk, “You have not even coaxed me yet, how come you are the one who’s angry?”
Su He looked up, her eyes and brows curved, “I won’t coax you.
If you want to be jealous, go ahead.
I have a clear conscience.”
“If you want to sulk, just sulk by yourself.
After all, someone like President Jiang, who manages two such big companies, must have a lot of depressing things happen every day.
President Jiang’s self-healing ability should be very strong, right?
You surely don’t need anyone else’s comfort or guidance.”
Jiang Yan’s hand carressing her cheek paused, and then his thin lips curved slightly: “Sure you won’t coax?”
“Mhm, won’t coax.”
“Then you’re not afraid some other woman will swoop in when you’re vulnerable?”
“Would you let other women get close to you?”
Su He looked directly into his eyes and countered with a question.
“You’re taking advantage of the fact that I only have you in my heart.” The man pinched her smooth and fair cheek, leaned in a little, and his warm breath tickled her alabaster skin: “Then let me coax you.”
As soon as he finished speaking, his hot lips covered hers.
In no time, the air in her mouth was completely drawn away by him.
Her hands clung tightly to the clothes at his waist.
His gentle and lingering approach quickly made her lose the battle and surrender.
“…”
Elsewhere, at the Jing Family Mansion.
After dinner with Mrs.
Jing, Jing Xuan took her for a walk as usual, then accompanied her back to her room to sleep.
She waited until Mrs.
Jing had fallen asleep before getting up and returning to her own room.
But as she walked a few steps toward the bedroom, she noticed something was off.
She sharply turned her gaze to the sofa area, only to see someone sitting there leisurely.
“You…”
She was completely stunned.
How did he get in?
Lu Zhiyang, hearing her, lifted his head and looked at her with a smirk.
Jing Xuan thought she was seeing things and rubbed her eyes.
She looked again and there was no mistake: that bastard Lu Zhiyang was sitting on the sofa in her room.
“You…
how did you get in?”
She stepped quickly up to him, staring at him incredulously and questioned.
Lu Zhiyang tilted his head up slightly, his eyes meeting hers behind the glasses with a playful glint as he responded naturally: “I walked in, of course.”
“Lu Zhiyang, do you realize you’re trespassing into someone’s home!”
“I entered fair and square.
How is that trespassing?
Huh?”
The man adjusted his glasses with his slender fingers, his lips curling into a smile: “Besides, I’m visiting my wife’s home.
That’s not illegal, is it?”
Jing Xuan’s brows furrowed.
What did he call her?
She cursed irritably: “Who’s your wife?
Are you sick in the head?
Spouting such nonsense here?”
“Get out of here right now.
Don’t pollute the air in my room!”
Her face gloomy, she pointed to the door, making it clear she wanted to drive him away, her tone was far from friendly.
Lu Zhiyang looked at her fiery temper, also rather helpless.
He softened his tone, “Xuanxuan, let’s sit down and have a proper talk.”
Jing Xuan gave him a cold glance and said sternly: “I have nothing to talk to you about, get out.”
Lu Zhiyang narrowed his eyes slightly, and an intimidating air instantly radiated from him.
He extended his long arm, grasped her slender wrist, gave a light tug, and pulled her into his arms, then with a twist, he had her pinned beneath him on the sofa.
Jing Xuan let out an instinctive cry.
By the time she came to her senses and tried to break free, it was already too late.
The man had one hand clasping her waist and the other grasping her wrist above her head, his strong legs pressing down on hers so she could not move at all.
She was very resistant to his touch, but the disparity in strength between men and women left her no choice but to yield.
“Xuanxuan, don’t force me to get physical.”
The man looked down at her face, flushed with anger, his voice low and tinged with a hint of coldness.
Jing Xuan was not afraid of him.
She lifted her chin and glared at him, saying, “President Lu wants to hit me?
If you’re a man, go ahead and hit me!”
Her implication was clear: If you don’t hit me, you’re not a man!
She did it on purpose, even daring to move her face closer to provoke him.
Lu Zhiyang was both amused and exasperated by her action, sighing helplessly, “When did I ever say I wanted to hit you?
Can you please not twist my words all the time?”
Jing Xuan snorted through her nose, “If you’re not going to hit me, then let me go and get out of my house.
You’re not welcome here.”
Lu Zhiyang released her hand but did not let go of the hand restraining her slender waist.
Jing Xuan didn’t want to see him, so she turned her head away, as though out of sight meant out of mind.
Lu Zhiyang’s gaze lingered on her delicate and fair neck, his eyes darkening.
But seeing her face full of resistance, he dared not do anything to her.
He lowered his stance, his tone gentle, “Xuanxuan, I have something to say to you.”
Jing Xuan didn’t look at him; her gaze fixed on a potted green plant not far away.
She spoke without emotion, “Speak!
And then get lost!”
Her every sentence was filled with the word “get lost.”
The word also reflected how much she didn’t want to see him.
After waiting a little while without hearing his voice, Jing Xuan became impatient.
Just as she furrowed her brows, ready to explode, she heard the man’s husky voice.
He said, “Xuanxuan, I’m sorry.”
Jing Xuan thought she was hallucinating.
What did he just say to her?
Apologize?
Had she seen a ghost?
She turned back to him, her brows furrowed as she stared at him with a look of inquiry and scrutiny, as well as confusion, “Have you got water in your brain?
Or has someone cursed you?”
“Or has the sun risen from the west?
The mighty President Lu is actually apologizing to me?”
Her tone was very steady, her expression calm, but her words were laced with thick sarcasm.
Lu Zhiyang automatically ignored her sarcasm, and then said, “Xuanxuan, can we stop fighting?
Can we get back together, please?”
Jing Xuan laughed as if she had heard some big joke, symbolically chuckling a few times.
“No way!”
She rejected him very directly.
“Why should I get back together with you?
Do I look that foolish?
Even a good horse doesn’t eat the grass behind it!”
Lu Zhiyang glanced at her, his brows slightly furrowed, an unusual look flashing through his eyes.
Then, he said firmly, “Then what do you need to get back together with me?
Or to forgive me?
You tell me.”
Jing Xuan was taken aback, thinking, is this man determined not to stop until he achieves his goal tonight?
She narrowed her eyes and asked, “What exactly do you want to do, Mr.
Lu?”
The man answered very directly, “I don’t want to do anything.
I just want to be with you again.”
She laughed scornfully and mockingly said, “Could it be, after six years, President Lu still hasn’t forgotten his ex?
Don’t tell me you are still in love with me.”
“What if I said yes?”
Jing Xuan: “…”
She pursed her lips and remained silent.
“Xuanxuan, I have never forgotten you.” He stared unwaveringly at her fair face, then freed a hand to hold her right hand and placed it over his heart, “Here, it has always been you, only you.”
Jing Xuan frowned, and beneath her palm, she could feel the rhythm of his heartbeat.
“Are you sure you can accept whatever I say?”
“Mhm, as long as I can do it.”
Jing Xuan curled her red lips, a smirk lingering at the corner of her mouth, her tone playfully, “Okay.”
She paused for a few seconds and then lifted her eyelids, “Leave the Lu Family and marry into the Jing Family.”
With a smile in her eyes, she calmly uttered these eight words, feeling the man’s body stiffen slightly.
“As long as you do it, I can agree to start over with you, and we can let bygones be bygones.”
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