Сhaptеr 24: He Likеs Jiаng Li’s Dеliсасy, Grееd, аnd Suрerficiаlity
Jiang Li casuаllу addеd fuеl tо thе firе, not rеаllу exреcting Jiаng Song’er to tаke thе bait.
Jiang Song’еr: If Ye Yuсhen dоеsn’t have а physicаl аttrасtion to mе, whу wоuld оur first date bе at sеa?
Jiang Li lеaned hеr weak bоdy against twо рillоws, her bеаutiful peaсh-shaреd eyеs narrowing.
Мost girls wоuld wеаr seхy, hot bikinis whеn going out tо sеа, making it hard not to conclude thаt Yе Yuchen was interеstеd in Jiang Song’er’s figurе.
Вut Jiang Li knew that Ye Yuchen’s white moonlight loved going out to sea. After marriage, Ye Yuchen bought a yacht and often took his white moonlight out on the water. Even if they didn’t sail the yacht themselves, the two would board a luxury cruise ship and spend days messing around on it.
Jiang Li’s fair, soft fingertips aimlessly swiped across her phone screen.
Was Ye Yuchen’s white moonlight present for this sea date?
Soon, Jiang Song’er’s video call came through.
The camera showed the extravagant scene of a cruise ship at sea. The person holding the phone for the live stream was clearly not Jiang Song’er, as both Jiang Song’er and Ye Yuchen appeared in the frame.
Jiang Li quickly straightened up, watching intently.
The sound was noisy, but it didn’t matter—as long as she could see the people clearly.
Jiang Song’er wasn’t wearing a bikini. Her top was a red halter, revealing a glimpse of her slender waist.
She walked up to Ye Yuchen, getting very close, but Ye Yuchen subtly distanced himself from her.
It wasn’t that he disliked Jiang Song’er specifically; he disliked physical contact with all women, as he had to remain pure for his white moonlight.
Jiang Song’er: “Brother Ye, do you know what physical attraction is?”
Ye Yuchen: “No.”
Jiang Song’er: “Then let me show you.”
She suddenly kissed Ye Yuchen—on the lips!
Even Jiang Li, watching from off-screen, couldn’t help but get excited, not noticing Yuan Hezhi, who had pushed the door open and walked in. The tall, handsome man stood at the foot of the bed, his gaze lingering on Jiang Li, growing increasingly intense.
On screen, Ye Yuchen, who had been kissed without warning, clenched his jaw tightly, his fists balled up hard.
Jiang Deming was already dissatisfied with him. If Jiang Song’er slipped out of his control, his plan to take over the Jiang Group would be completely ruined.
Ye Yuchen didn’t do anything, only asking coldly, “What are you doing?”
Jiang Song’er looked aggrieved. “I have a physical attraction to you. Isn’t it the same for you, Brother Ye? If you don’t have a physical attraction to me, how will we consummate our marriage and have children after we get married? Brother Ye, you’re not reacting at all. Don’t you like me?”
Jiang Li couldn’t hear the sound clearly, only seeing the standoff and power play between the two.
In the end, Ye Yuchen kissed Jiang Song’er on the cheek.
Beside them stood a woman in a pink bikini. The glass of untouched wine in her hand suddenly fell into the sea.
Jiang Li’s intuition told her that this woman was very likely Ye Yuchen’s white moonlight!
But the camera wasn’t high-definition, and the white moonlight had her back to the lens. No matter how close Jiang Li leaned in, she couldn’t make out the white moonlight’s true appearance.
Jiang Song’er nestled affectionately against Ye Yuchen’s side, while the white moonlight was escorted away by several people.
The show was over.
Jiang Li hung up the video call, stretched her neck, and saw her husband, dressed in a suit.
“…Aren’t you going to work today?”
“It’s Saturday. I’m off.”
“Oh, have you had breakfast?””No, I just finished handling some official duties, waiting to eat with you.”
“Sorry, I overslept.”
Jiang Li glanced at the time on her phone—nine o’clock, not too late yet. She slipped on her shoes and went to the bathroom to freshen up.
She also changed her clothes while she was at it.
She wasn’t in the habit of changing in front of others, even if that person was her husband in name.
Yuan Hezhi’s hand was tense with bulging veins, his lowered eyes shadowed with gloom. He really didn’t like Jiang Li’s casual, distant actions.
It seemed her thoughts weren’t entirely focused on him.
This idea was somewhat domineering, and Yuan Hezhi knew it himself—everyone’s mind is independent, no one belongs to anyone else. But he couldn’t help wanting Jiang Li to be one hundred percent his.
Her obedience and compliance had nurtured his twisted possessiveness, so she should be responsible for it.
Breakfast was still bird’s nest with milk.
After having oil-splashed noodles and fried chicken last night, this morning’s meal felt too bland. Jiang Li couldn’t taste anything.
In her past life, she had lived under constant pressure. In this life, she wanted freedom! She would fight for the right to eat freely!
Jiang Li suddenly stood up, startling Uncle Wang.
Yuan Hezhi rested one hand on the table, veins winding along his cold, pale, and rugged wrist, exuding the composed demeanor of someone in a position of authority.
Jiang Li plopped right into Yuan Hezhi’s lap, taking advantage of her husband’s indifference to intimacy. She didn’t even have to worry about whether her coquettishness would lead to a physical lesson from him.
With her naturally beautiful appearance, playing innocent and sweet came easily to her. Her clear eyes strained to squeeze out a few tears—not even enough to give an ant a bath.
Yuan Hezhi had saved her number as “Little Honey Badger,” and it wasn’t an unfair nickname at all.
“Husband, feel my belly.”
The spoiled brat acted without restraint, pulling the man’s warm, large hand to rub her stomach. If her belly ever really swelled up, she’d know fear then.
“I want to eat fried rice with sausage, anything spicy will do. The bird’s nest with milk is too bland, all sticky and gross—it makes me nauseous. Once or twice is fine, but if I eat it too often, I’ll throw up. Brother Hezhi, you’re seven years older than me. Can’t you indulge your precious wife a little?”
Yuan Hezhi’s refined and dignified expression remained unchanged. His large hand rested lightly on her waist, his low voice tinged with slight discomfort. “Even at home, you should tone it down a little. If you have something to say, you can talk to me properly.”
Romantic displays undermined his dignity.
Truthfully, the mature and steady older man was afraid of being swept off his feet by his sweet, clingy little wife and doing something irrational in front of others.
“In the bedroom, can I not talk to you properly?” Jiang Li continued to provoke. She was a little woman—what did she care about face? Hah, she couldn’t even get oil-splashed noodles.
If you won’t let me eat spicy food, I’ll make trouble 🙂
Her voice wasn’t loud, but Uncle Wang, the servants, the chef, and even Yuan San and Yuan Four playing chess nearby all heard.
Everyone’s expressions varied, all secretly watching the show.
Yuan San gave Yuan Four a look: Acting coquettish works on the young master. Why didn’t we notice before?
Yuan Four sneered: You try acting coquettish with the young master.
Yuan San: I’ll go if you go.
Yuan Four: Go your head!
In the end, Jiang Li still finished the bird’s nest with milk because Yuan Hezhi promised her she could have it every other day and gave her some freedom to choose her meals.
Jiang Li happily left his embrace, while Yuan Hezhi pressed his thin lips together, feeling a slight emptiness in his heart.
“There’s a charity banquet tonight. Would you like to accompany me?” he asked.”Of course, I used to be just a minor figure at banquets, but now, basking in my dear husband’s glory, I might just become the center of attention.”
Yuan Hezhi chuckled softly; he loved Jiang Li’s coquettishness, greed, and shallowness.