Volume 1 Chapter 5 His Voice Hoarse: Mianmian…
After Gu Tingyu left, the entire living room fell silent.
In the past, she never ate with him. Stubborn by nature, she would deliberately oppose whatever he wanted.
Whenever they met, Bo Jingci was usually the one who talked more. Sometimes she would only respond with indifferent “hmms,” not even sparing him a glance.
Now, Song Jingmian thought back and truly admired her past self.
But now, he wasn’t acting as usual—pulling her aside to ask questions the moment he saw her. Instead, he leaned quietly against the sofa, not saying a word.
Damn…
What if he doesn’t follow the usual script…
Song Jingmian’s round eyes shifted slightly, a trace of cunning flashing in their depths.
She straightened her posture, picked up a bowl near him, and ladled him a bowl of soup.
Then, she turned to face him, smiling playfully. “Hubby, have some soup.”
Bo Jingci suddenly heard her address him this way. When he looked up at her, the depth in his eyes grew even more intense, and his throat involuntarily tightened.
It wasn’t until he saw Song Jingmian place the bowl of soup in front of him that his face darkened by a degree.
Like the prelude to a storm.
Song Jingmian was startled, her words stumbling. “Wh-what’s wrong?”
Bo Jingci remained silent for several seconds. Just as Song Jingmian was about to set the soup down, a pair of slender, well-defined hands took it from her.
Then, he drank the entire bowl.
Song Jingmian smiled with relief.
The next moment, however, the man suddenly stood up from his seat and headed upstairs.
“Hey?!”
Song Jingmian called out, but the man seemed to have wings on his feet, walking away without looking back.
Inside the bedroom.
Bo Jingci strode to the bedside, his forehead covered in fine sweat, his body now covered in dense red rashes.
He was allergic to seafood.
The soup Song Jingmian had just served him was seafood soup.
As for why this soup was in the house, it was because Gu Tingyu had instructed Aunt Liu to make it. He liked Aunt Liu’s cooking and loved this soup the most.
Bo Jingci casually took medicine from the drawer, tilted his head back, and swallowed it, his throat moving sensually.
Then he leaned against the bed, suppressing the pounding in his chest, taking deep breaths as her bright, captivating eyes flashed repeatedly in his mind.
She probably had no idea how much she attracted him.
That soft, coquettish, and ingratiating “hubby” she had just uttered—he had almost lost control, wanting to hold her and kiss her fiercely.
But he was holding back.
In the few months since she had married him and moved in, he had done too many reckless things, causing her to repeatedly avoid him, building her own walls to encase herself and keep others away.
He had turned her from a lively, optimistic, and cheerful person into a lifeless, emotionless machine.
Aunt Liu said that with girls, with the person you love, you shouldn’t be so forceful; you should take it step by step.
But he didn’t understand. All he knew was that from the day she married him and moved in, his obsession, madness, and possessiveness toward her grew stronger and stronger.
He couldn’t bear to see her smile at others while he stood idly by. He would want to torment the person who made her smile, ensuring they never appeared before her again.
Only he could be in her presence.
She loved acting, which meant she would have to interact with many people. He couldn’t stand the thought of her being intimate with other men, even if it was just for a role.
He would destroy every man who acted alongside her.
So, he kept her locked up, not letting her go out, not allowing her to contact anyone outside.
He only wanted her to be his princess, staying in this castle, where he could spoil her, and she wouldn’t have to do anything.
But he never expected that this would make her increasingly reject contact with him and grow to hate him more and more.
So, he could only release his morbid possessiveness every night when she was sound asleep. Only then could he hold her and touch her.
But just now… he had almost lost control.
Yet he truly wanted her, but he didn’t want to force her, nor did he want to see her drift further away from him.
Every day, he was caught in extreme self-adjustment and inner turmoil.
He took a deep, heavy breath and walked over to the table, picking up a notebook.
The notebook was filled with the man’s bold and powerful handwriting—
Today, I helped Mianmian put on her shoes. Her feet were so soft, I really wanted to…
Perhaps because she had a fever and caught a cold today, Song Jingmian felt sleepy early after dinner, so she fell asleep not long after.
In the middle of the night, the bedroom door suddenly opened, and a tall figure walked straight toward the sleeping girl.
Song Jingmian was sleeping peacefully, hugging the blanket in her arms, her lips slightly pouted and rosy, tempting one to kiss them.
Thinking just that, Bo Jingci did it.
He leaned down, his eyes filled with a crazed infatuation, his right hand carefully stroking the top of her head, his lips inevitably brushing against the corner of her mouth.
He didn’t dare to go any further.
Perhaps because she slept so deeply tonight, and thinking of how she addressed him today, Bo Jingci couldn’t help but hold her in his arms, burying his head in the crook of her neck, taking in all her scent.
“Mianmian…” his hoarse voice murmured, a barely restrained desire churning within him.
Suddenly, the girl turned over, burrowing straight into his embrace.
Then, like an octopus, she clung to him, wrapping her arms around his waist.
A moment later, a faint, unnatural groan escaped Bo Jingci’s throat: “Mmm…”
The next day.
When Song Jingmian woke up, she found that the man beside her had already left.
She had thought Bo Jingci would hold her all night.
Last night, she had indeed fallen asleep early, but for some reason, the moment he came over, she woke up.
When she went downstairs, no one was at the dining table.
“Aunt Liu,” Song Jingmian called out to her.
“Yes—”
Aunt Liu was still in the kitchen preparing breakfast for her. Bo Jingci had guessed correctly—she had indeed woken up at this time.
“Where’s Bo Jingci?”
Aunt Liu brought out the prepared breakfast. “The young master has gone to the company.”
Song Jingmian nodded and asked again, “Will he come back for lunch?”
Aunt Liu shook her head. “Uncle Liu said the company has been very busy lately. The young master has been so occupied that he hasn’t even had time to eat.”
Remembering something, Song Jingmian let out an “Oh.”
Aunt Liu had also noticed that ever since the madam woke up after her fever, she had become completely different.
Before, she had never asked about the young master’s affairs. Many times, Aunt Liu couldn’t help but tell her how hard the young master worked, but she never showed much reaction.
“Can I go out today?”
When she first arrived, Song Jingmian had clearly stated that she wanted to go out to film, but Bo Jingci refused, locking her in the villa so she couldn’t leave no matter what.
Until one day, Song Jingmian could no longer bear it and began harming herself in the room. It was only when Aunt Liu came to deliver her lunch that she was discovered.
In truth, Song Jingmian had timed it precisely, knowing Aunt Liu would arrive with her meal at that moment. She never intended to die.
She knew how much Bo Jingci cared for her, but if she didn’t do something, she would never be able to leave that door for the rest of her life.
After that incident, Bo Jingci no longer forcibly prevented her from going out. However, whenever she did leave, he would still send a few people to follow and protect her.
But he still did not allow her to act in films.
Song Jingmian didn’t mind—she would take it one step at a time.
Aunt Liu asked in confusion, “What does Madam want to do?”
Song Jingmian smiled mysteriously. “I’ll keep it a secret for now.”
Then she added reassuringly, “But I’m definitely not running away!”