Сhaptеr 15: Ноw tо Sрend the Wedding Night
Тhе moment Jiаng Li bit down, it suddenlу оссurrеd tо her thаt thеу wоuld be having dinnеr soon.
If Yuan Hеzhi hаd a hiсkеу оn his Аdam’s аррle, she wоuld bе the рrime suspeсt.
Jiang Li’s liрs brushed against thе man’s mоving Adаm’s аpplе before shе immеdiаtеly pullеd аwау.
With no supрort bеhind her, she wаs about tо fall ontо the carреt whеn Yuan Неzhi reachеd out tо stеady hеr slender, sоft waist.
“Lеt’s gо еat,” Yuаn Hezhi sаid, helping Jiаng Li tо hеr feet, his demeanor calm аnd сomposed аs if nоthing had hapреned.
Following behind him, Jiang Li desperately wanted to ask why he had suddenly kissed her.
Wasn’t he supposed to be impotent?
Could it be that Yuan Hezhi was capable of normal kissing but just couldn’t perform in other areas?
That would be a little problematic.
Also, he had taken off his black gloves before kissing her—ahhh, what a sexually charged pre-kiss gesture! It was so steamy!
Jiang Li didn’t have a habit of reading steamy comics, but her best friend Liu Xianxue had a room full of them, and Jiang Li had read a few with her.
Yuan Hezhi was a lot like the obsessive, germaphobic, and highly lustful doctor from the comic Doctor! Doctor!—wearing white gloves to save lives, but taking them off to kiss and touch the heroine, descending into a dark spiral if he couldn’t see her for even a moment.
To protect her life, the heroine stockpiled white gloves at home. Whenever the doctor’s gaze turned dangerous, she would immediately put gloves on him to curb his beastly instincts!
When Jiang Li read this part, she breathed a sigh of relief for the heroine—at least there was a way to restrain that perverted doctor.
“I think even in a comic world, there should be police and lawyers,” Jiang Li said.
Liu Xianxue, who loved such thrilling plots, thought Jiang Li was too conservative. “It’s a comic world—who needs laws? Just have fun!”
Liu Xianxue covered her mouth and laughed. “Keep reading. Putting white gloves on the doctor doesn’t work. He’s just playing along with the heroine.”
Jiang Li was devastated by the spoiler.
The Yuan family’s dinner was lavish. After taking her seat, Jiang Li noticed that only she and Yuan Hezhi were present.
“Does everyone eat separately?” she asked.
Yuan Hezhi glanced at the distance between them, his gaze deepening. “Grandmother doesn’t like Song Wenhui. Ever since she married into the Yuan family, except for holidays, everyone eats separately.”
Jiang Li’s clear, bright eyes widened.
Was it really okay to casually share such a family secret?
In her previous life, when she came to the Yuan family to keep Jiang Song’er company, she occasionally ate with her and asked the same question.
The question stumped Jiang Song’er because she didn’t know why and didn’t dare ask Yuan Hezhi.
Jiang Song’er sneered at Jiang Li, “Stop prying into the Yuan family’s affairs. Even if we swapped marriages, Yuan Hezhi would never want a divorced woman.”
Jiang Li nibbled on small pieces of beef. Yuan Hezhi had told her these things, probably because he thought she was weak and harmless.
Even if she knew, she wouldn’t dare spread it around.
Just then, Uncle Wang brought over a dish. “Old Madam thought tonight’s leek pockets were delicious, so she had the kitchen prepare a portion for the young master and young madam to try.”
He glanced at the distance between the two. Were they eating or preparing for a tug-of-war? Was it really necessary to sit so far apart?
Uncle Wang asked, “Where should I place this dish? If I put it in the middle, neither of you will be able to reach it.”
Yuan Hezhi lightly tapped the table with his knuckles, his cold gaze leaving no room for argument. “Come here.”Jiang Li stood up and, with a complete lack of backbone, sat down beside Yuan Hezhi. If she had known there would be no one else at the meal, she should have bitten his Adam’s apple hard!
“Husband, I’m here!” she said loudly.
Uncle Wang couldn’t help but want to laugh. The young mistress was too mischievous—the young master really had found a treasure!
Yuan Hezhi remained expressionless. “No talking while eating or sleeping. Eat.”
Jiang Li ate her food meekly, her cheeks slightly puffed. She only ate the dishes she liked; those she disliked, such as broccoli, she wouldn’t even touch.
Suddenly, a piece of broccoli landed in her bowl.
Jiang Li looked at Yuan Hezhi.
Yuan Hezhi said, “Don’t tell me you’re pickier than a child.”
Jiang Li put down her chopsticks and muttered, “I don’t like broccoli. It has a weird taste. If I eat it, it’s like watching a horror movie before bed—I won’t sleep well all night.”
Whether she was pretending or not, Yuan Hezhi could tell at a glance. He tapped the table twice with his firm knuckles and asked in a clear voice, “What will it take for you to eat it? Name your terms.”
Broccoli was so disgusting—she’d rather die than eat it! Did Yuan Hezhi think just because he had a bit of stinky money, he could force her to do something she didn’t like?
In this lifetime, she was going to live for herself! Herself! She wouldn’t compromise for any man!
Jiang Li had no idea how twisted her pretty, fair little face looked. “If I had ten Hermès bags…”
Yuan Hezhi said, “Fine. Eat the broccoli.”
He didn’t even have the patience to let her finish. Perhaps that amount of money meant nothing to him.
Jiang Li shut her mouth tightly. Damn it! She’d asked for too little!
Yuan Hezhi raised an eyebrow and said calmly, “Uncle Wang is still here. He’ll tell Grandma what happened, and they’ll both laugh at you—the young mistress of the Yuan family, pickier than a child.”
This threat was downright vicious!
Jiang Li picked up a small piece of broccoli, stuffed it into her mouth, chewed it, and swallowed.
The fact that she could chew meant she could eat it; she just didn’t want to. Yuan Hezhi took note of this.
Over the next few minutes, Yuan Hezhi tempted her with gold, silver, and jewels, coaxing her to eat several more pieces of broccoli.
Yuan Hezhi said, “Do you like private jets? We can paint it pink, or whatever color you like. I’ll teach you how to fly. Once you learn, as long as you apply in advance with the Civil Aviation Administration, you can fly over Hong Kong for a while.”
Jiang Li’s face turned ashen. “If I eat any more, I’ll throw up.”
Yuan Hezhi said, “Alright, then no more.”
His dining movements were a pleasure to watch—every gesture seemed meticulously designed, yet utterly composed and elegant.
Jiang Li was distracted, glancing at Yuan Hezhi from time to time.
She knew eating broccoli was good for her health, but she didn’t like it, and no one had ever bothered to coax her into eating it before.
Wait, was Yuan Hezhi just coaxing her into eating broccoli?
Not long after, a servant approached with chicken curry rice. “Madam thought the chicken curry rice was delicious, so she had the kitchen prepare a portion for the young master and young mistress to try. Please taste it, sir also thought the chicken curry rice was delicious.”
Yuan Hezhi seemed not to hear. He elegantly wiped his mouth, stood up, and left.
Jiang Li glanced at the fragrant chicken curry rice and followed behind Yuan Hezhi.
“She deliberately sent the food over. It looks like a provocation—as if we can only eat what she deigns to give us.”
“Even you can see it.””I’m not a fool, of course I can see it. Does she always bully you in such underhanded ways at home? How despicable. You should have the kitchen make a pickled fish dish for her—sour, pathetic, and utterly unnecessary.”
After saying this, Jiang Li realized she sounded a bit vulgar and quickly put on a well-behaved, gentle smile, trying to salvage her image.
Yuan Hezhi’s thin lips curved upward. “Your idea is excellent.”
He immediately instructed the kitchen to prepare a pickled fish dish for Madam Yuan, and to do it quickly.
Madam Yuan’s cries and tantrums, Yuan Liangjian’s exhausted attempts to console her—all these sounds were blocked outside the bedroom door.
After her bath, Jiang Li wrapped herself up tightly. Even though Yuan Hezhi was impotent, his mouth could still kiss!
Yuan Hezhi had bathed in another bathroom. With his broad frame and solid muscles, he sat on the bed in a black bathrobe, his presence overwhelming.
Hearing the noise, he closed the French book he was reading and patted his thigh, making a deliberate sound.
“Come here.”
Go over and sit on his lap, and he wasn’t wearing his black gloves. Scenes from Doctor! Doctor! flashed through Jiang Li’s mind, frightening her so much that she shook her head frantically at Yuan Hezhi, her face turning pale.
Usually bold and flirtatious, but when it came to the real thing, she shrank back in fear.
A shadow of malice flickered in Yuan Hezhi’s eyes, but the smile on his lips remained gentle. “I’m seven years older than you, so I won’t do anything tonight. Let’s build our relationship first, and then take the next step, alright?”
Jiang Li could only nod.
Yuan Hezhi: “Good girl, come sit here. Otherwise, how can we build our relationship as husband and wife?”
Jiang Li looked confused. “Do I have to sit on your lap?”
The smile on Yuan Hezhi’s lips didn’t waver. “Couples build their relationship through physical contact. Otherwise, why do young lovers in love kiss every day?”
It sounded reasonable.
Jiang Li walked over and carefully sat on Yuan Hezhi’s lap. After all, the worst outcome would be him forcing a kiss on her.
To become a leisurely wealthy wife, she had to pay a small price, and this was one she could bear.
Besides, occasionally kissing Yuan Hezhi could help balance her estrogen levels. She wasn’t losing out.
Perhaps she should take the initiative.
Jiang Li pecked his cheek twice, her bright eyes devoid of any desire. Her clean, innocent aura stirred the man’s latent urge to dominate.
Yuan Hezhi admitted that holding her felt comfortable. She had a small frame and was soft all over.
But if he held her any longer, things might escalate. Yuan Hezhi tucked her into the blankets and said hoarsely, “Sleep.”
He suffered from an embarrassing condition—skin hunger. The hand he had placed on her waist had been restrained, resisting the urge to touch her freely, and his palm was damp with sweat.
Jiang Li: “You’ll get cold without a blanket. The air conditioning is set very low.”
Yuan Hezhi closed his eyes to rest. “I’m not cold.”
Jiang Li: “Could you put on your black gloves?”
Yuan Hezhi opened his eyes. “If you don’t sleep, I’ll kiss you.”
Jiang Li went to sleep.
Her husband really was impotent. How wonderful.
If Yuan Hezhi knew what she was thinking, he would make sure she couldn’t even crawl.