txolops Chapter 130 Jealousy, Angry, and Biting Hard!
Chapter 130 Jealousy, Angry, and Biting Hard!
Jiang Wan pressed the answer button, and a familiar deep voice sounded.
Are you still busy?
"yes."
Jiang Wan leaned back in her chair and heard him say, "Take the work to the hotel this afternoon."
Jiang Wan was taken aback. "You didn't go back to the city this morning?"
I'll be back tonight.
"Okay, I'll head over in a bit."
"I'll come pick you up."
"No need, it's more convenient for me to take a taxi. You just wait for me at the hotel."
"it is good."
After hanging up the phone, Jiang Wan changed her clothes, grabbed her things, and went out.
More than ten minutes later, Jiang Wan arrived at the hotel.
It's the same four-star executive suite as last time.
She knocked, and the door opened quickly.
Shang Shixu was wearing a black bathrobe, and his hair was a little damp, making him look like he had just taken a shower.
"Good afternoon, brother~"
The man smiled slightly and took the bag containing the sketchbooks and notebooks from her hand.
"Is it hot on the street?"
As Jiang Wan changed into her slippers, she replied, "It's alright, the taxi has air conditioning."
She changed her shoes and went into the living room.
The sheer curtains of the French windows were closed, and the afternoon sunlight was filtered into the room as a soft ray.
There was an open laptop on the table, with some documents next to it.
Shang Shixu placed the tote bag on the table and moved the laptop and documents to the coffee table.
He pointed to the table, "You sit there."
"And what about you?" Jiang Wan asked, looking at him.
"I'm on the sofa."
Jiang Wan nodded and sat down on the stool.
He took things out of the bag and started working.
Shang Shixu stared at her for a moment, then turned his gaze to the computer screen and began to work as well.
The room fell silent.
The only sounds were the soft clicking of the keyboard and the rustling of Jiang Wan turning the pages of the comic book.
Time passed second by second.
After Shang Shixu finished his work, he saw that Jiang Wan was still busy, so he got up, opened the refrigerator, and took out a box of lychees.
I bought this at a nearby supermarket this morning.
He took out a clean plate, put on disposable gloves, and began to peel.
Remove the pit and place the plump, juicy flesh on a plate.
Pick up the plate and walk over.
Jiang Wan was thinking when something was suddenly offered to her mouth.
The aroma of lychees wafted over, and she instinctively opened her mouth to eat one, then looked up at the man wearing disposable gloves.
"Is it sweet?" he asked.
"sweet."
The man was unrestrained, "not even looking at who peeled it."
Jiang Wan readily agreed, "Of course, only the ones peeled by my brother are this sweet."
Shang Shixu felt a burning sensation in her ears and fed her another one.
"Eat your food and keep quiet."
Jiang Wan ate five or six in a row and waved her hand.
"Okay, you can eat the rest. I'll get back to work."
Shang Shixu returned to the sofa and finished off the remaining few himself.
He held his phone and looked at the stock market for a while.
Another ten minutes or so passed.
Jiang Wan stopped writing as she was writing.
She got stuck.
Frustrated, he tugged at his hair.
The man on the sofa walked over to her.
"What's wrong?"
Jiang Wan tapped the table with the tip of her pen.
"I can't think of anything."
"Let me see."
The man leaned closer, his icy aura instantly assaulting the senses.
Jiang Wan tightened her grip on the pen.
Even though we've kissed several times already, I'm still nervous about him getting close.
She composed herself, then pulled the picture book in front of her and pointed it out to him.
The painting depicts a piece of broken glass, with pure white light refracting through its translucent surface, creating rainbow-like bands of color.
"What do you think the creator wanted to express in this painting?"
Shang Shixu uttered four words in a low voice.
"Prism effect".
Jiang Wan: "..."
"Forget it, asking you, a finance person, about art is just making things difficult for you."
As soon as he finished speaking, Shang Shixu pinched her face.
"Who do you think you are?"
Before he finished speaking, Jiang Wan suddenly had a jolt.
"Ah! I understand!"
She brushed Shang Shixu's hand away, picked up her pen, and began writing furiously in her notebook.
The theme of this painting was revealed by the tip of the brush.
Create a passionate dream in the desolation.
Shang Shixu's gaze fell on the laptop, and he smirked as he read the contents.
How could you tell that?
Indeed, art lies in its refinement.
Despite my complaints, I still felt a pang of jealousy.
He silently returned to the sofa, picked up his water glass, and took a sip.
The heaviness in my chest did not lessen but rather increased.
Shang Shixu pulled out a sticky note and drew directly on it with a pen.
The movement was quick, and the pen tip scratched across the paper a few times.
He picked up the notepad and returned to Jiang Wan's side, waiting for her to finish writing.
Jiang Wan quickly stopped writing and looked up at him.
"What's wrong?"
"Reach out your hand."
She reached out her hand, somewhat bewildered.
The man took her palm and placed a note on it.
Jiang Wan looked down and saw two stick figures drawn on the sticky note.
A stick figure sits on the sofa, its lips pursed, looking very unhappy.
Another stick figure sits at the table, writing furiously.
The aloof young master's art style is actually stick figure.
This is such an adorable contrast!
Jiang Wan couldn't help but chuckle softly.
The next second, a cold, deep voice rang out from above.
"Laughing at me?"
Before Jiang Wan could explain, he took the note from her palm, crumpled it into a ball, and threw it on the ground.
He strode straight into the bedroom.
The door was not closed.
Seeing that she was being misunderstood, Jiang Wan quickly picked up the crumpled note from the ground and went inside.
The man sat on the edge of the bed, his back to the door.
You could tell he was angry just by looking at him from behind.
Jiang Wan walked over, and he turned his face to the other side. Jiang Wan walked around to the other side again, and he turned his face back again.
"elder brother."
No response.
"Shang Shi Xu" (商時序).
There was still no response.
Jiang Wan curled her fingertips, straddled him, and sat directly on his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck.
The man's body stiffened.
Jiang Wan's voice was soft and sweet as she began to explain.
"Brother, you've really misunderstood. I wasn't mocking you just now."
"Because your drawing is so different from you, I only laughed because I thought it was cute."
Shang Shixu's tense smile relaxed.
He reached out and pulled her into his arms, resting his head against the crook of her neck.
"I'm sorry, I was just being overly sensitive."
Jiang Wan breathed a sigh of relief and gently patted his back.
"Can you tell me why?"
Logically speaking, even if she were genuinely mocking him, Shang Shixu's personality would lead him to argue back rather than actually get angry.
The man buried his face in her neck and nuzzled her, his voice muffled.
"...Because I'm jealous."
"You connect with others on a deeper level; you love art, but you don't like me."
This is a rare vulnerability in the Shang Dynasty.
Jiang Wan's heart softened, and a wave of bittersweetness washed over her.
At this moment, I feel that nothing is more direct than taking action.
She pressed down on his shoulders, and he fell onto the bed.
His grayish-smoky pupils were filled with astonishment.
"Baby."
"you--"
Jiang Wan leaned down and kissed him.
She closed her eyes, her trembling eyelashes betraying her turbulent emotions.
Her wet, slippery tongue mimicked his gesture, hooking around him and sucking.
The man took a deep breath.
He pinched the back of her neck and pulled her away a little.
"How dare you kiss me first?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the world spun around him.
Jiang Wan was forced onto the bed.
The two switched positions.
Where was the slightest trace of vulnerability from before on the man's face?
He was like a beast eyeing its prey, his eyes burning with excitement.
Seeing how fully recovered he looked, Jiang Wan felt like she had been tricked.
I strongly suspect this guy was just acting out her role!
She was genuinely jealous, but her anger was feigned.
What a despicable guy!
Jiang Wan was internally screaming, and when he kissed her, she tilted her head and dodged it.
She raised her head, opened her mouth, and bit his shoulder in anger.
"Um......"
The man groaned.
He gently guided her, cradling the back of her head in his palm.
"Good boy, bite harder."