Your husband looked as if he was already extremely furious.
The barbecue on the table no longer smelled appetizing.
Creeping along with a guilty conscience, Sang Li pulled Jiang Yun to his feet and scurried over to Jiang Xiucheng’s side. Since there were so many people around, he felt too embarrassed to call him husband, so he carefully grabbed his hand instead: “I, I know I was wrong.”
The bodyguards who had originally finished their shift had returned to Sang Li’s field of vision at some point, surrounding those ugly and hooliganish men on the other side.
Jiang Xiucheng’s tone was very calm: “Take the young master home, and take care of those people.”
The originally noisy barbecue restaurant grew extraordinarily quiet.
Sang Li saw some customers quietly settling their bills and leaving, while others watched silently without saying a word.
Jiang Xiucheng’s personal executive assistant, Berry, put on a smiling face to go say something to the boss.
A few other bodyguards came over, saluted Jiang Yun, and brooked no refusal as they signaled for him to get into the car.
“Baobei.”
Sang Li felt a bit reluctant to part and wanted to chase after them secretly, but his waist was pinched by her husband, pulling him right back.
“Get in the car.”
Jiang Xiucheng’s distinct jawline looked all the more aloof and indifferent under the poor lighting of the roadside. He was driving a Bentley himself, pulled open the door, and glanced at Sang Li.
Sang Li:
Sang Li pressed his lips together, took one last look at the barbecue and barbecue stand where he had only eaten half his meal, and climbed in with lingering reluctance.
The car did not head toward home.
The evening rush hour had passed, and the roads appeared smooth and clear.
Jiang Xiucheng didn’t look his way even once. The wedding ring on the ring finger of his right hand, which gripped the steering wheel, flashed with a scorching, cold light that made Sang Li feel as though he were sitting on pins and needles.
Lili decided to think of a way out: “Husband, are you busy with work this time around?”
“It’s alright.”
Jiang Xiucheng was a man of few words.
Sang Li rolled his eyes thoughtfully: “Then did you bring a gift for your absolute dearest baobei?”
Right then, they hit a red light.
Jiang Xiucheng pressed down on the brake: “Originally, there was one.”
Sang Li grew unhappy, his spoiled temperament fully exposed: “You can’t just cancel the gift because I secretly ate barbecue!”
Jiang Xiucheng’s tone dropped by two degrees: “There is a gift.”
Sang Li: “?”
Jiang Xiucheng: “We just have to change to a different one.”
Sang Li felt a bit suspicious: “Change to, change to what?”
“You’ll know in a moment.”
The Bentley drove all the way west from the middle ring, arriving around the inner ring area. Unlike the residential alley barbecue joint Sang Li had chosen earlier, this place was the liveliest spot in H City at night.
The reason was none other than this: H City’s largest nightclubs and show bars were all opened here, even more upscale than the one Sang Li had visited last time.
All sorts of trendy people were a common sight on this street.
When Jiang Xiucheng brought Sang Li out of the car, Sang Li touched the hoodie he had casually grabbed and put on that morning, which not only had two little white rabbit ears sticking up at the back, but the rabbit ears even carried a faint smell of morning market chives.
Trendy people easily induced an inferiority complex.
Dragging along behind Jiang Xiucheng like a little tail, Sang Li tugged at his hand in a sweet, cooing voice: “Husband, I don’t want to go in.”
Jiang Xiucheng halted his steps. Being significantly taller than Sang Li, and blessed with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, when he leaned down he practically enveloped Sang Li so completely that not a trace of him could be seen.
Sang Li heard her husband speak: “Why not go? Baobei, weren’t you having a great time playing with Jiang Zhi? This place is even better.”
Jiang Xiucheng slid both hands in from the hem of Sang Li’s childish hoodie and said softly: “The two of you opened sixty some thousand worth of Ace of Spades, but that’s nothing. Husband will open a Romanée Conti for you to play with, isn’t that nice?”
He knew it all!
He knew everything!
This terrifying realization instantly shattered Sang Li’s psychological defenses. With a panicked expression, his eyes lifted to meet Jiang Xiucheng’s cold tinged gaze.
“I, I, I.”
Before Sang Li could think of an excuse, a young man with an open collar had already greeted them from the entrance: “I was wondering what kind of wind blew you here, big boss Jiang, so you brought a beauty along to join the fun. Let’s go! Still your usual private room from before.”
Jiang Xiucheng let out an affirmative hum, easily trapping Sang Li’s hands with one hand and leading him inside.
This place was indeed far more luxurious than the one he had gone to with Jiang Zhi.
If the previous place was just an ordinary bar, then this was an unadulterated temple of consumption. Every decorative piece visible to the naked eye was either a niche limited edition or top tier high luxury, and even a single bottle of mineral water was priced above a thousand.
Jiang Xiucheng’s private room was a standalone at the end of the corridor, where a huge floor to ceiling glass window offered an unobstructed view of all the booths and the dance floor downstairs.
A giant light screen projected from above, and the performer on stage turned out to be a currently viral rock drummer.
Shocked, Sang Li covered his mouth: “He, his schedule is super packed, can I take a picture with him?”
The waiters and head receptionist in the private room all walked out.
Jiang Xiucheng tossed aside his suit jacket and tie, sitting down on the spacious central French vintage sofa. Stretching his excessively long legs out casually, he cast a deep gaze toward Sang Li: “Come over here for a hug, and husband will consider it.”
Taking three steps backward for every step forward, Sang Li nestled into his husband’s lap, feeling a bit worried: “But will he leave right after he finishes singing?”
Without answering, Jiang Xiucheng picked up a disinfected baby wet wipe from the table: “Help husband wipe his hands, and husband will peel some fruit for baobei to eat in a moment.”
“Oh.”
Sitting on his husband’s lap and eager to crane his neck to look downstairs, Sang Li wasn’t wiping very attentively: “All done.”
“Mhm.”
Jiang Xiucheng’s voice was very low, carrying a beast like hunger.
Unfortunately, the utter fool Sang Li couldn’t hear it.
He had mediocre academic performance since childhood, his attention easily wandered, he never looked ahead or behind, and only his face was born incomparably outstanding.
He was destined to make a living solely off his looks.
Jiang Xiucheng wrapped an arm around Sang Li’s waist while his other hand reached for the wine glass on the table. With a slight slip, the golden wine spilled right onto Sang Li’s pants: “Sorry, baobei, husband is a bit tired.”
There was no trace of guilt in his tone.
Sang Li felt a bit troubled, but was very understanding toward her husband: “It’s fine, but there are no pants here.”
“Take them off first.”
Jiang Xiucheng’s tone was natural: “Let the waiter go dry them, they’ll be dry in no time.”
Sang Li’s little animal instinct felt that something was slightly off: “But if I don’t wear anything, my bare bottom will show.”
Jiang Xiucheng had already reached out to help Sang Li: “It doesn’t matter, husband will use his clothes to cover baobei up.”
In the end, they were taken off after all.
The pants soaked through with wine were personally taken by Jiang Xiucheng, who opened the private room door and handed them to the staff outside. Sitting bare for a while, Sang Li saw his husband return and nervously shrank into his arms.
“So weird.” Sang Li muttered in a tiny voice.
Jiang Xiucheng then draped his own suit jacket over Sang Li’s legs, lowered his head to kiss his ear: “Can’t see it anymore. Look, baobei, the next singer is coming on stage.”
Sang Li’s attention was diverted once again, and he craned his neck to see who the next performer was.
By the time he realized something was wrong, he had already been thoroughly taken advantage of by her husband.
The blindingly bright stage light beams refracted through the floor to ceiling glass window, illuminating Sang Li with agonizing embarrassment.
His entire body was practically wedged into his husband’s embrace, and the violent jolting made it impossible for him to tell whether the stage lights were shaking up and down or something else entirely: “No, no, you can’t, you can’t.”
Jiang Xiucheng used the hand Sang Li had personally wiped clean to touch him without any restraint: “Doesn’t baobei love this kind of place?”
This man was naturally devoid of the necessary sense of shame and basic moral standards, and the glaring light allowed Sang Li to even see his own reflection through the floor to ceiling window.
“Such a big floor to ceiling window, so bright.”
While toying with him, Jiang Xiucheng shamelessly kissed Sang Li’s lips: “Will the people downstairs see that little flirt baobei sitting in husband’s lap and unable to even sit straight, willing to get bullied just to come play at a nightclub, huh?”
Sang Li was soon reduced to tears.
Since his pants had already been confiscated and the jacket covering his legs had slipped away in the flurry, he cried so pathetically in his husband’s arms: “Can’t we, can’t we go home, so full, don’t.”
“Originally we could have.”
Jiang Xiucheng sighed with satiety, sympathetically wiping away Sang Li’s tears: “But baobei was too naughty, husband is extremely angry.”
A warm hand covered the skin of Sang Li’s abdomen, making him tremble uncontrollably.
Holding Sang Li like he was coaxing a child, Jiang Xiucheng said: “So much, it’s bulging up. Next time husband will bring baobei out to play again, alright?”
Sang Li was already too exhausted to even struggle.
Possessing very low stamina, he allowed his husband to dress him piece by piece like a dress up doll, before finally managing to squeeze out two words: “No, not alright.”
Toying with Sang Li’s smooth feet, Jiang Xiucheng asked softly: “Why not alright, does baobei not like it?”
Sang Li shook his head, fresh tears welling up: “Lili was wrong.”
Jiang Xiucheng’s slanted outer eye corners drooped down: “Oh?”
Sang Li’s throat was entirely hoarse. Jiang Xiucheng took a sip of the top tier Longjing tea on the table and fed it to him mouth to mouth, before hearing him whisper intermittently: “Baobei shouldn’t have played behind husband’s back, husband dote on baobei.”
Waking up, he was already in the massive bed of the master bedroom.
Sang Li stared blankly at the ceiling for two seconds, then instinctively felt around beside him, her husband wasn’t there.
Tossing and turning without being able to fall back asleep, he sneaked a peek at the study connected to the master bedroom like a thief. The study light was on, so her husband must be busy.
Fumbling for his phone, Sang Li wanted to find someone to talk to, but had no close acquaintances to chat with.
In the end, he could only open the AI.
After thinking for a moment.
He typed: What to do when your husband is too strong in that area?
The AI gathered 123 pieces of data.
Reply: A mismatch in size is the root of marital misfortune; it is recommended to choose a partner whose body type and size are compatible for marriage. If already married, both parties can coordinate to reduce the frequency to ensure happiness indices.
Sang Li:
Typed: What if we can’t negotiate?
The AI gathered another 312 pieces of data: Intimate life is of utmost importance in a marriage, forcing it is not recommended, and you can negotiate a separation to reselect a compatible partner.
Sang Li panicked: But I’m completely useless! I can only survive by relying on someone else to support me, who’s going to support me if I leave my husband?
The AI’s reply this time was much slower, retrieving over four thousand pieces of data.
Finally.
The AI replied: Since everyone is laughing at you and you refuse to put in any effort yourself, you can try to find your next husband first, and once conditions are mature, proceed with a divorce from your current husband.