WHCTIL - 41

Jiang Chuan’s hand slipped under the blanket, resting on her flat stomach as he kissed her exposed shoulder. “Are you really hungry?”

Qin Tang: “Really hungry.”

She hadn’t planned to end up in his bed as soon as she arrived.

Just as Jiang Chuan was about to speak, his phone rang in his pocket. He sat up and glanced at the bulge in his pants, giving it a squeeze through the fabric before pulling out the phone. It was Cao Sheng calling.

Taking a deep breath, he answered the call.

Cao Sheng said, “The person has arrived at your place, right?”

Jiang Chuan heard some rustling sounds in the background and glanced back. Qin Tang was fixing her clothes. He watched her and replied, “Yes.”

Cao Sheng: “Good. There’s nothing left to handle here in Beijing. I’ll be heading back in a couple of days. Qin Tang is attending that private auction in Xi’an.”

Jiang Chuan narrowed his eyes, watching Qin Tang climb off the bed. “Understood.” He hung up the phone.

Reaching out, he pulled her back.

Qin Tang hadn’t even steadied herself when she fell back onto the bed, slightly annoyed. “What are you doing?”

Jiang Chuan asked, “Why did you come this time?”

Qin Tang met his gaze directly. “I said I came to see you.” She paused. “Mainly to see you. My father was invited to an auction, and since I’m here, I’ll take his place.”

Jiang Chuan stared at her for a few seconds, knowing she was telling the truth.

Thinking he might not believe her, Qin Tang explained further. “I only found out about my father’s invitation after I booked my flight. The invitation arrived a month ago. As you know, I’m currently in charge of the An Yi Foundation, so it’s not unusual for me to attend on his behalf.”

Jiang Chuan held her soft hand and sighed lightly.

He stood up. “Let’s go downstairs to eat.”

Qin Tang checked herself. The side seam had been torn by him, but luckily it wasn’t too noticeable. Still, this was the first time she’d worn this outfit, and it was already ruined. She glanced at him. “I need to change first.”

Jiang Chuan hugged her from behind, leaning halfway over her back, whispering teasingly into her ear, “How do you use the bathroom in this outfit?”

Embarrassed by his laughter, Qin Tang’s ears turned red. She pulled down the hidden zipper at her waist to show him. “The zipper is here—it’s horizontal.”

Jiang Chuan glanced at it. No wonder he hadn’t been able to find it after feeling around for so long.

He pinched her earlobe, warning her, “Don’t wear this kind of outfit again.”

Qin Tang smiled, deliberately asking, “Why?”

Jiang Chuan: “It doesn’t look good.”

Qin Tang: “….”

Her smile vanished.

She opened the door and stepped out, glancing into the courtyard. There was no one around.

Taking advantage of the lack of attention, she quickly headed toward the end of the corridor.

A Qi was making the bed and saw her, surprised. “Sister Qin Tang, aren’t you eating downstairs?”

Qin Tang touched her arm and pulled her suitcase closer. “I need to change.”

A Qi made a sound of understanding and told Bai, “Help me with this.”

Bai quickly went over to assist.

Qin Tang pulled out the red dress she had bought in Yunnan. Turning her back to them, she quickly stripped off the jumpsuit. A Qi and Bai sneakily peeked. Her skin was fair, her back elegantly curved, her waist slender, and her legs long and straight beneath her perky bottom.

It wasn’t just men—even women would stare.

Bai tugged at the bedsheet, enviously saying, “Sister Qin Tang, your figure is amazing.”

A Qi bit her lip, suddenly noticing a red mark on her shoulder. “Ah!” She rushed over. “Sister Qin Tang, what happened here?”

Qin Tang looked down.

“…”

Quickly slipping the dress over her head, she adjusted it hastily. “It’s nothing. Probably a mosquito bite.”

Before A Qi could get a closer look, the red mark was covered.

“What kind of mosquito bite leaves such a big mark…”

Qin Tang’s ears reddened slightly. From downstairs, Aunt Gui called out, “Tang Tang, the noodles are going to get cold…”

Qin Tang pushed her suitcase aside. “I’ll head down first. Thank you for your help.”

She hurried downstairs.

As she reached the ground floor, she heard the engine of a black jeep starting. Just as she stepped into the living room, the jeep drove off. Lü An and Cao Yan were sitting in the living room watching TV and chatting idly. Seeing her, they smiled. Qin Tang calmly walked to the table, though inside, she was mortified.

Aunt Gui, worried the noodles would cool, was stirring them with chopsticks. Seeing her arrive, she quickly handed them over. “Hurry and eat. They’re almost cold.”

Qin Tang smiled. “Thank you, Aunt Gui.”

“Thank you for what.” Sister Gui chuckled, she liked this girl.

Everyone else was there, and the one who drove out just now was Jiang Chuan.

Where did he go? He didn’t say a word.

She lowered her head to eat noodles and felt too embarrassed to ask Lu An.

Sister Gui overestimated her appetite. There were too many noodles, but she didn’t want to waste them, so she forced herself to finish.

As she stood up with her bowl, a black jeep drove into the yard.

Jiang Chuan came back.

Seeing her change of clothes, he slightly raised his eyebrows.

Sister Gui came over to grab the bowl: “Let me wash it. Your hands are beautiful, don’t do these rough jobs...”

Qin Tang had nothing in her hands and was already used to it. She didn’t bother to be polite with Sister Gui.

Jiang Chuan walked over and looked at her hand. In fact, this girl is beautiful and delicate everywhere.

Lu An asked: “Where have you been?”

Jiang Chuan touched something in his pocket and pulled up one side of his mouth: “I went out for a spin.”

Lu An laughed out loud, obviously not believing him.

A few men were joking around, Qin Tang walked into the yard, took two rounds to digest the food. Aqi and Xiaobai came downstairs, Aqi said: “Sister Qin Tang, the room is ready, if you are tired you can go upstairs to rest.”

Qin Tang said: “Okay.”

After walking a few rounds, she went upstairs to take a shower.

The bathroom light was a bit dim, the mirror wasn’t big and was somewhat blurred.

Qin Tang looked at herself in the mirror, saw the love bite on her shoulder, and her heart gently trembled. She didn’t know if her decision this time was right.

There was a hurdle in her heart. Before coming here, she always dreamed of Chen Jingsheng falling off a speeding motorcycle and being thrown off the curve. The scene pierced her eyes with pain, making her heart numb with pain.

When she woke up, it was no longer like when he first died, crying her eyes out.

Her mind always thought of another face, remembering him whispering in her ear: “I cherish my life, I won’t let myself die easily.”

“If I have to die, I will die on you.”

...

That year, Chen Jingsheng insisted on participating in the Bangkok TT race. She met Chen Jingsheng when she was fourteen or fifteen years old, got in touch with motorcycles at seventeen because of him, learned about various motorcycle races, and knew which races were dangerous.

She was scared and afraid.

She cried, threw tantrums, begged him, all to no avail.

“Chen Jingsheng, please don’t go...”

“Chen Jingsheng, if you go, I will never talk to you again in my life!”

“Waaah... Chen Jingsheng, please... Don’t go...”

“Chen Jingsheng... Do you really have to go?”

...

Qin Tang took a deep breath, quickly dried her hair, and dared not look in the mirror anymore. She picked up the basin and hurriedly walked out.

Jiang Chuan was standing on the corridor, biting a cigarette in his mouth, and turned his head to look at her.

Was it because of the steam from the bathroom? Her eyes were unusually bright.

He asked: “Are you done washing?”

Qin Tang nodded and carried the basin back to the room.

Jiang Chuan glanced at the few people feeding mosquitoes downstairs, tightened his lips, went back to the room to get a piece of clothing, and also went to take a shower.

On this quiet night, the moonlight was clear and bright.

The courtyard returned to silence.

Qin Tang sat on the bed for a long time, holding her mobile phone and camera, walked out of the door, from one end of the corridor to the other, until she reached the end before stopping.

Jiang Chuan sat on the bed, biting an unlit cigarette, looking at the door.

He hesitated, whether to open the door and walk to the other end of the corridor.

Once he went, he wouldn’t be able to stop.

He had never asked her if she was willing.

It had always been his strong impulsiveness, semi-forcing her to follow him.

He stood up, walked two rounds in the room, feeling somewhat unable to suppress himself, reached into his pants pocket to feel for the lighter, touched a box of things, his dark eyes staring at that box of condoms, after a while, threw the lighter away, and quickly walked towards the door.

“Click—”

The door opened.

Qin Tang was quietly standing outside the door, looking up at him with a clean little face.

The bright moonlight shone on her face, unreal like a dream.

Jiang Chuan was unusually silent, lowering his head to stare at her, his dark eyes heavy.

He remembered, the last time she came here, Aqi told her that women often knocked on his door. She coldly said: “I won’t knock on his door.”

Qin Tang stared at him, her eyes anxiously watching, suddenly reaching out to hug his neck.

Jiang Chuan’s Adam’s apple rolled a few times, his breathing became heavy, quickly hugging her waist and lifting her up, turning around, “Bang” closing the door, pressing her against the door, deeply kissing her lips, almost biting, sucking until her lips and tongue went numb, the pain somewhat stimulating.

She hugged his neck, her body tightly pressed against his, initially still able to return the kiss, but after two minutes, she could only endure.

Jiang Chuan lifted her horizontally and turned around.

Throwing her onto the large bed where she had lain a few hours ago.

The skirt gathered at the root of her thigh, he knelt on both sides of her body, tore off her top in one move, covering her entire body, his hand inch by inch moving up her long legs, caressing her waist and hips, every few seconds unable to resist squeezing hard.

Qin Tang moaned softly, hugging his hot, sweaty body tightly.

Jiang Chuan half-lifted her, tearing off that troublesome dress. She wasn’t wearing underwear, her body snow-white, soft, beautiful, making him red-eyed, pulling off her last pair of panties, fully revealing her.

Qin Tang’s face flushed red, her legs closed together, rubbing uncomfortably, her hands unsure where to place.

Jiang Chuan held her hands together, pressing them above her head, lowering his head, slowly descending from her ear, leaving a kiss and a mark, arriving at her chest, his mouth and hand each taking one.

His large palm moved past the clean hair, searching for that point.

The rough fingertip kneaded, Qin Tang softly called out, trembling into a ball under him.

Jiang Chuan lowered his head to stare at that spot, his fingers repeatedly sinking into the swamp.

Qin Tang heard the sound of unbuckling the belt, simultaneously, his hand applied force.

“Ah...”

Her mind went blank, trembling into a ball under him.

He leaned forward, fiercely sucking that spot. Until her whole body softened like water, he rose up, sticking to her, veins bulging on his forehead, hoarsely saying: “This time, it was you who came looking for it.”

As soon as the words fell, that huge object thrust in cleanly, decisively, and without hesitation.

“...” Her fingertips clawed at his back fiercely, the pain rendering her speechless.

Jiang Chuan paused for a moment, leaning down to kiss her, “Does it hurt a lot?”

“Yes.”

Tears welled up in her eyes, and she didn’t dare to move for a long time, breathing in shallow gasps. He kissed her eyes, restraining himself from moving, gently kissing her cheeks, “Be a little more delicate.”

“Huh?”

Jiang Chuan didn’t say anything, but moved slightly. He stared at her expression.

Qin Tang hugged his neck, her eyes misty, her eyelashes trembling lightly, her face flushed. She didn’t need to say anything or cry out; just looking at her made him lose all self-control. Jiang Chuan panted heavily in her ear.

Not asking about the past, not thinking about the future.

Drunk on life and dreams, intoxicated and unwilling to wake up.

Jiang Chuan tossed and turned with her increasingly soft body, swallowing her soft, hoarse voice. After a long while, he pulled out, reaching for a condom. Qin Tang held his hand, “No need...”

He stopped, “When was your last period?”

“It just ended a few days ago...”

He quickly threw it away and covered her again.

At that moment of withdrawal, he felt like he could really die on her.

...

The night was intoxicating, calm after the storm.

Jiang Chuan hugged her from behind, his deep, hoarse voice calling her name in her ear: “Qin Tang.”

Qin Tang’s eyelashes fluttered, her consciousness slowly becoming clear.

He said, “Don’t regret it.”

She wanted to turn over and hug him but found it difficult. She turned her head, struggling to look at his face: “I don’t regret it.”

“Jiang Chuan, you are mine now.”

“Hmm...” He chuckled.

He turned her around to face him. Qin Tang hugged his neck: “I mean it, your life is mine.”