Сhaptеr 16: Еvеn Just а Glаnce at Нim?
Jiаng Siye wаs furious.
Hаd shе rеаllу writtеn “single” оn hеr jоb аppliсation form?
Without саring that Хi Shаng аnd Саo Yingjun wеrе still рresent, Jiаng Siуe strоde over, lоckеd his iron-like arms аround sоmeоnе’s body, fоrcibly pullеd hеr intо his еmbracе, аnd саrried her uрstairs with lоng strides.
“Chаnge yоur clothеs right now. What kind of wеаthеr is this for уоu to be showing уour stоmаch?”
Hе Yang kickеd and strugglеd frаntiсallу, paniсking: “Let go оf mе, Jiаng Siye, you beast!”
The mаn еffortlessly restrаinеd her, kicked thе dоor open with his foot, then pinned her against the door and kissed her fiercely.
He Yang’s eyes widened, her hands instinctively clawing at his cheeks and neck.
Jiang Siye closed his eyes, wrapped her wildly scratching hands around his waist, and locked them behind her back with one hand.
The door was cold, the chill seeping through the thin fabric to her back. He Yang let out an uncontrollable sob.
Jiang Siye kissed her passionately, smearing her messy lipstick.
Overwhelmed by desire, he couldn’t restrain himself.
After a while, he loosened his grip slightly, pressing his forehead against hers, panting: “Happy now? Satisfied that you made me angry?”
Tears streamed down He Yang’s face.
Her makeup was smeared, making her look like a fierce ghost.
Jiang Siye wiped her face with his sleeve, his voice slightly hoarse: “No sleeping together, no kissing, not even calling me husband, and you dare to pretend you’re single. Who should be crying here?”
He Yang raised her knee to kick him in the crotch.
Jiang Siye dodged abruptly, laughing angrily: “He Yang, do you want to die?”
“Beast!” He Yang wiped her face. Her vocabulary for cursing was truly limited, and she had no new insults to throw. “Beast!!”
Her already heavily made-up face became a mess after she wiped it.
Jiang Siye was both angry and amused: “Where are you aiming to kick?”
He Yang showed no expression, adjusting her bra strap as she retorted: “Where are you touching?”
“My wife, can’t I touch her?”
“My husband, can’t I kick him?”
“…”
Is that the same thing?
The kitten had grown fangs and learned to defy him.
Jiang Siye gritted his teeth: “Quit your job. I’ll open a streetwear store for you, and you can be the boss.”
He Yang: “I’ll earn my own reputation.”
“…” Jiang Siye fell silent for a moment. “I apologize for what I said, okay?”
He Yang gave him a cold glance and went to the bathroom to remove her makeup.
Jiang Siye shamelessly followed: “Let me help you remove it…”
The bathroom door nearly hit him in the face.
Running out of time, He Yang could only wash her face and quickly apply light makeup.
When she opened the door, Jiang Siye was still standing outside.
The man had his hands in his pockets, looking relaxed and natural.
He Yang found it irritating. How could he still smile?
But then it occurred to her—if their positions were reversed, He Yang suddenly understood. If it were her, she would smile too.
She might even laugh louder.
The mockery of those in power toward the things they control.
Who would get angry over an ant?
Jiang Siye was very satisfied with her freshly applied makeup. He casually grabbed one of his own thin long-sleeved shirts and insisted she put it on.
He Yang didn’t even have the energy to protest.
His clothes were oversized, and on He Yang, they inexplicably added a punk vibe, like a cool girl’s outfit.
Jiang Siye fiddled with her braids: “You don’t have to show your stomach to be trendy.”
He Yang had forgotten.
All those trendy things were what this young master had already grown tired of.
But for some rebellious reason, she tugged at the sleeves, pulling them down.
Insisting on exposing half of her fair shoulder.
Jiang Siye narrowed his eyes: “Put it on properly.”
He Yang turned and walked out.
The man grabbed her hand, forcing her to stumble back into his arms.In a daze, He Yang felt a warmth on her shoulder as Jiang Siye’s lips pressed against it, his teeth biting down to leave a mark.
It didn’t hurt much.
Jiang Siye kissed the spot. “A brand.”
Brand your father.
Jiang Siye glanced at her. “Want one on the other side?”
He Yang pursed her lips tightly and pulled her shirt up until it covered the mark.
It was a threat.
And a warning.
Jiang Siye was satisfied.
“I’ll take you to work.”
He Yang turned and walked out. “No need…”
Never mind.
Her saying “no need” was useless.
If Jiang Siye wanted to take her, he would insist on taking her.
The social status and dynamic of male dominance and female submissiveness wouldn’t change just because she mentioned divorce or threw a few meaningless tantrums.
Otherwise, she wouldn’t feel so powerless.
Xi Shang and Cao Yingjun were still there.
The two tried to keep their expressions natural. “All settled?”
He Yang nodded. “He settled me.”
“……” Cao Yingjun wanted to defend his friend. “Sis-in-law, he really is a piece of work…”
Xi Shang cleared his throat. “Sis-in-law, you could actually be more assertive, take the initiative…”
He Yang let out an “oh,” putting it into practice. “I was settled by him.”
Everyone: “…”
Jiang Siye remained silent.
Two words flashed through Xi Shang’s mind—
Forget it.
The conflict between this couple ran too deep; it was no longer something he could help with just by wanting to.
Besides, his friend was too accustomed to being in a position of power, unwilling to bend down and listen to the other’s heart.
Needed training.
The two planned to leave with them.
Duan Tianhua instructed the servants to prepare gifts for them. “Freshly picked fruits, take them home for your mothers to try. Tell them to come out for tea when they have time.”
“Auntie, you’re too polite,” Cao Yingjun said cheerfully. “What you give goes to my mom, but can I go pick some myself if I want to eat them?”
Duan Tianhua smiled. “Go anytime. Have Si take you to have some fun, let him rest a bit too…”
“Exactly,” Cao Yingjun said. “He’s been working too hard. By the way—”
At this point, as if remembering something, Cao Yingjun asked with concern, “Who in the family was sick? I heard Little Si was at the hospital for two months…”
As soon as he said it, Jiang Siye’s previously indifferent expression darkened sharply, and he slapped Cao Yingjun’s shoulder.
Everyone present froze.
Cao Yingjun cried out in pain. “You’re gonna kill me!! What did I say this time?!”
Duan Tianhua was confused. “No one in the family was sick… Si, weren’t you on a business trip?”
“……” Jiang Siye pressed his lips into a straight line and glanced at He Yang. “Yeah, I went to the hospital to discuss a partnership. He got it wrong.”
He Yang stared straight ahead, her gaze slightly vacant, as if lost in thought.
Cao Yingjun didn’t believe it and wanted to say more, but Xi Shang quickly covered his mouth.
Duan Tianhua thought for half a second and suddenly understood. “Has Dan Dan been discharged from the hospital?”
“Whether she’s discharged or not is none of my business,” Jiang Siye said impatiently. “We have things to do, we’re leaving.”
Duan Tianhua sighed in regret.
She didn’t much like Chi Dandan’s approach either.
She knew her son well—he hated being pressured the most. If Chi Dandan had waited patiently, waited for Jiang Siye to divorce, and with their help, there might have been a chance for her to move up.
But she had to threaten suicide.
That directly pushed Jiang Siye’s disgust to the surface.
Xi Shang and Cao Yingjun were stunned for a moment, then leaned in close, whispering to each other.
They both knew Chi Dandan—wasn’t she… a buddy?
Jiang Siye had no mind to deal with them.
He Yang was lost in thought, her mind wandering.Duan Tianhua guessed he went to the hospital to accompany Chi Dandan, yet He Yang’s eyes showed not a ripple of emotion, not a trace of doubt.
If only he would look at him.
Jiang Siye’s heart sank into icy water.