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Jian Xi probed him for a long time, parted her lips, and looked up at him with raised eyes.
He wasn’t exactly cooperative; his tongue was as stiff as a rock.
Jian Xi asked him, “What’s wrong? Don’t you want to make up?”
He silently shook his head.
Jian Xi paused for two seconds, then turned around. “Let’s go up, Lu Hanxiao is waiting for us.”
As soon as she finished speaking, He Ran hugged her from behind and said softly, “Wife, I’m sorry.”
Jian Xi felt her eyes heat up. “Mm.”
“I won’t mess around anymore.”
“Mm.”
“That night, I lost my mind to act so despicably.”
“As long as you know.”
He Ran’s arms were strong, and Jian Xi couldn’t bear it anymore. “Are you trying to strangle me?”
He didn’t release her, “Don’t move, let me hold you for a while.”
Jian Xi uncomfortably twisted her head, “It’s not that, my wounds hurt a lot.”
He Ran quickly let go, looking at her with concern.
Jian Xi raised an eyebrow, feeling secretly pleased by his guilty expression.
When they returned to the private room, along the way, Jian Xi ignored him. He Ran already felt guilty, wanting to break the cold war but didn’t dare to speak. This chilly atmosphere lingered with underlying tension.
They made up, but the cracks were still there.
Just as they reached the entrance of the private room, they could hear Lu Hanxiao’s booming voice inside.
His singing was mediocre—high notes unreachable, low notes undroppable, purely middle-level amateur.
Yet he was extremely self-obsessed, pointing the microphone at the princesses sitting on the sofa. “Whoever cheers the loudest, I’ll treat them to late-night snacks later!”
Immediately, the charming female voices burst into admiration, pushing the atmosphere to a climax.
He Ran: “Idiot.”
Jian Xi: “So dumb.”
Their words coincided, causing two seconds of awkward silence, completely freezing the scene.
Lu Hanxiao came over, examining He Ran up and down, smiling. “Oh? You’re still alive after that night? Seems like I went too easy on you. No good, I need to sign up for a kickboxing class.”
He Ran remained silent, but Jian Xi shot Lu Hanxiao a sharp glare.
“I’m so scared.” Lu Hanxiao covered his chest with both hands, jumping three feet away. He sighed, “Xiao Xi, how did I never realize you’re such a husband-defender since we were kids?”
“You’re insane.” Jian Xi shouted at him and walked off to the bar counter.
Once Lu Hanxiao left, He Ran sternly warned him, “Don’t provoke her.”
Lu Hanxiao: “What’s going on? Didn’t you two make up? Why are you both still acting moody?”
He Ran nodded slightly. “We’ll take it slow. At least she’s giving me another chance.”
Lu Hanxiao shuddered, exclaimed, “Falling in love isn’t fun. Physical interaction is pure and joyful.”
He Ran gritted his teeth, sighing deeply. “Bro, let me give you some advice. It’s about time you settled down. Messing around recklessly might get you into trouble.”
“What kind of trouble?” Lu Hanxiao confidently replied. “A son isn’t just going to pop out of nowhere. Besides, even if I decide to settle down, I’d at least find someone like Xiao Xi.”
He Ran’s expression darkened.
“Shit, your looks can kill.” Lu Hanxiao pushed him. “Alright, don’t tell me when you two get married.”
He Ran thought he was talking nonsense again. “You’re not coming?”
“Why should I come?” Lu Hanxiao laughed ambiguously, teasing, “To snatch her away?”
He Ran kicked toward his knee pit, but Lu Hanxiao nimbly dodged, “Damn it, using the same trick again. Go on, go comfort your wife.”
Jian Xi sat at the bar counter, spinning the chair playfully.
He Ran tactfully offered her juice. “Strawberry flavor, will you drink it?”
“No.”
He Ran switched to another cup, “Watermelon juice, how’s this?”
“No.”
“Would you like honey pomelo tea? Shall I buy it for you?”
“No.”
From afar, Lu Hanxiao watched the spectacle, almost laughing uncontrollably.
He Ran didn’t think much of it, believing no amount of wealth could buy his wife’s smile. So he placed cups of every flavor of juice on the counter beside Jian Xi, then quietly sat one meter away, resembling a stray dog seeking its master’s affection.
When the waiter brought in food, He Ran quickly approached, picking a few choice items to bring to Jian Xi.
Pistachios carefully peeled and piled on a plate, apples cut into cubes and skewered with toothpicks, He Ran gently pushed these toward Jian Xi, every movement conveying:
“Please, have something to eat.”
But he still failed to win her favor.
Jian Xi didn’t even glance at them. “Peach-flavored juice.”
“There’s none.”
“I want to drink it.”
“You just had some earlier.”
He Ran casually tossed the words, and Jian Xi opened her mouth slightly, the lingering peach flavor still evident between her lips.
He Ran moved his chair closer, sitting next to her with a barely-there smile.
Jian Xi tried to appear calm, blinking her eyes.
He Ran arched his brows slightly, deliberately lowering his gaze, instantly exuding an alluring aura.
He didn’t miss any of Jian Xi’s subtle changes, clearly seeing her cheeks flush.
He thought, “With this handsome face, how could she resist?”
He Ran smiled faintly, saying nothing, then stood up to leave.
Jian Xi was utterly perplexed. How could he flirt and run away? Suddenly, He Ran leaned over, lowering his head to plant a firm kiss on her cheek.
His lips were wet, his breath scorching hot. He whispered, “Peach-flavored, does it smell good?”
Without waiting for an answer, he casually walked away as if nothing happened.
Jian Xi turned her back, unable to suppress the upward curl of her lips, thinking, “What kind of person is this, shameless.”
Though she scolded him inwardly, she secretly glanced over, seeing He Ran attentively peeling pistachios for her. The tall, muscular man meticulously worked on the small task, placing each kernel neatly on the plate.
Jian Xi raised an eyebrow, turning her head to lick her lips, savoring the memory.
Lu Hanxiao shouted, “Xiao Xi, it’s your turn to sing!” He handed her the microphone, gesturing to everyone to quiet down. “Everyone shut up, my sister is holding a concert!”
Jian Xi wasn’t intimidated. She lightly tapped her foot, turned the high stool around, faced the screen, and appeared relaxed and composed.
Lu Hanxiao happily walked over to He Ran, popping a peeled pistachio into his mouth. “Haven’t heard my sister sing yet, right? Her voice is explosively good.”
He Ran protected the plate full of pistachios, “Show me one explosive note first.”
Lu Hanxiao wasn’t offended, pointing at the screen. “Hey hey, she’s even singing in English. You definitely won’t understand it. Don’t worry, I’ll translate for you.”
The music intro began, leading into the lyrics. Jian Xi lightly nodded to the beat, raising the microphone.
As soon as she started singing, under Lu Hanxiao’s lead, the private room erupted in ghostly wails.
He Ran was slightly surprised—it was… really good.
It was an old song called Moving On , with a lively rhythm. When Jian Xi reached the chorus, she stopped looking at the screen, tapping her own beat, her voice clear and light.
Lu Hanxiao: “Listen, here’s my translation: ‘You stinky man, I don’t want you anymore.’ And the meaning of this line—’Listen up, Mr. He, if you’re leaving, go far away.’”
He Ran: “….”
Tonight fulfilled Lu Hanxiao’s regret of not becoming the English class representative during school. He was ecstatic, “This is the climax of the entire song, translating to ‘Ah, go as far away as possible’ or ‘Go to hell, I don’t love you anymore!’”
After saying that, Lu Hanxiao burst into laughter, “Hahaha.”
He Ran temporarily didn’t want to talk to this idiot, quietly listening attentively to Jian Xi’s song until the last note faded, followed by thunderous applause. Only then did he slowly turn his head to disdainfully look at Lu Hanxiao.
He asked, “What do you think this song means?”
“This is Xiao Xi expressing her feelings through the song, basically saying she doesn’t care about you anymore.”
He Ran snickered faintly, “Lu, you’re asking for death. I passed English Level Six.” He paused, pride swelling within him. “This song means she will never love any man other than me!”
Damn, so arrogant!
Lu Hanxiao clutched his chest, “I’m done playing with you guys. Stop showing off your love so shamelessly. I’m going to find my rose.”
After finishing her song, Jian Xi walked up to He Ran, indifferently saying, “Pack the pistachios for me, I’m going home.”
He Ran almost knelt down in gratitude, finally willing to acknowledge him!
He quickly packed up and stuck close behind Jian Xi as they left.
On the way back, He Ran drove while the car remained silent, the jasmine-scented essential oil creating an amorous atmosphere.
Jian Xi remained silent, while He Ran was distracted.
The car was warm, and Jian Xi removed her scarf, revealing a delicate pendant hanging from her V-neck cashmere sweater. Her fair skin extended downward, disappearing into a shallow curve that invited imagination.
He Ran endured her cold treatment throughout the drive and finally couldn’t resist in the parking lot. He reached out, pulling her into his embrace, kissing her fiercely.
Jian Xi couldn’t breathe, her lips forced open. He Ran was like a fish gasping for air, surviving only through her nourishment.
His tongue was too soft, flipping her around, drawing moisture from her mouth. He Ran panted heavily, suppressing himself, “Torture me, just torture me. I’m dying from this pain.”
Jian Xi felt wronged, “When you mentioned breaking up, did you ever think about how painful it was for me?”
“I’m sorry.” He Ran kissed the tip of her nose, “I’m sorry, Jian Xi.”
“I don’t want to forgive you.” Jian Xi’s heart was still blocked, whispering softly, “I want to make you suffer.”
“If you die of anger, you won’t have a husband.”
“The better without one. I’ll find someone else, better-looking and richer than you. Even if you die, I’ll still be mad at you.” Jian Xi’s eyes glistened, unwilling to let him off easily.
He Ran chuckled softly, “So you’re hoping for my death? Didn’t you just confess to me with that love song?”
Jian Xi turned her head away, biting her lip without a word.
He Ran cupped her face, correcting it, “Let’s be good to each other, okay? Hmm?”
Jian Xi looked at him pitifully, “What’s good about it? Don’t touch my face!”
“No touching, no touching.” He Ran quickly kissed her, not sparing either side. “Husband’s kisses.”
“Who’s your wife?” All the days of委屈 melted away, and Jian Xi raised her fists to hit him.
“Don’t hit me, your hand hasn’t healed yet!” He Ran hurriedly held her hand. “When you’re better, you can kick me, punch me, do whatever you want. Take my life if you wish.”
“What would I do with your life?”
Jian Xi sniffled, her eyes finally softened, and she deliberately found an excuse: “I want you to dance for me.”
Damn it, He Ran: “….”
Back at the apartment, Jian Xi opened the door and led him inside.
He Ran felt a bit nervous, “Dance? What kind of dance?”
Jian Xi calmly changed her shoes, “Freestyle. If you satisfy me, I’ll forgive you.”
Isn’t this bullying? He Ran was too troubled.
Jian Xi breezed past him, tidying up her clothes before heading to take a shower.
The sound of running water came from the bathroom, steam fogging up the frosted glass door. He Ran raised an eyebrow, staring at the bathroom door. Alright, here goes nothing!
Jian Xi used to love buying clothes for him, regardless of the season, anything she liked she would buy. He Ran opened the wardrobe, his eyes lighting up with a smile.
Half of the clothes hanging on the lower level were his—simple, stylish basics. Jian Xi had excellent taste in clothing, making him feel proud. These clothes dominated the wardrobe, asserting ownership. The upper level housed Jian Xi’s lingerie, and He Ran licked his lips, eyeing the lace-trimmed pieces…
He calmed down and picked out a white shirt.
Jian Xi took her bath quite leisurely today, soaking in the bathtub with essential oils and even applying a face mask. More than half an hour later, she lazily dried herself and got dressed.
She opened the bathroom door, wrapped in fragrance, and stepped out.
The living room was empty, and Jian Xi frowned. Where was He Ran?
At this moment, mellow music drifted from the bedroom, a track from her frequently played original CD.
The bedroom door was slightly ajar, the gap widening bit by bit. He Ran’s strong knuckles rested on the doorframe, his deep gaze fixed on her soulfully.
Jian Xi was dumbfounded, her eyes moving downward, her heart pounding like a deer.
He Ran had taken off his pants, exposing his legs to the air. His thighs were clean-cut, exuding power.
The prelude of the song transitioned smoothly into the main theme, the rhythm becoming light and cheerful.
He Ran, wearing only a white shirt on top, began to sway and move slowly with the rhythm.
His hands hung at his sides, slowly rising. His fingers gently lifted the hem of the shirt, revealing solid abs and distinct lines.
In an instant, Jian Xi’s heart nearly caught fire.
The magnetic male voice sang in English from the CD, “I love you baby, trust in me when I say…”
He Ran hummed along, his voice low and passionate.
The pristine white shirt washed away much of his roughness, giving him a youthful image.
He tapped the beat as he approached Jian Xi, unbuttoning the shirt as he walked. Starting from the middle, each button undone revealed more defined abs.
Jian Xi’s mind blanked, instinctively backing away.
He Ran smirked faintly, continuing to sing along with the CD: “A me love you baby, let me love you.”
His eyes were like an ink-dyed deep sea, focused solely on her. With all the buttons undone, his broad, evenly-toned chest was exposed.
Jian Xi was cornered against the wall, unable to retreat further. She nervously stared at him, her face flushed.
He Ran’s lips brushed against her ear, causing Jian Xi to inhale sharply, her fingers clawing the wall for support.
He Ran noticed all her reactions, this beauty trap being shamelessly effective.
He became increasingly spirited, spinning her around and embracing her waist from behind, holding both her hands.
The music continued to move tenderly, and He Ran swayed with her, rocking forward and backward, side to side, stepping to the beat, dancing an off-tune dance.
Feeling Jian Xi’s rigid body, He Ran chuckled softly, whispering fiery words into her ear, “Dr. Jian, is this dance beautiful? Hmm?”
This tone was deliberately seductive.
He spun her back around to face him, lifting her uninjured hand and placing it on his chin.
Under his control, her slender fingers involuntarily caressed the emerging stubble, hard yet ticklish, stirring desire. He pressed his forehead against hers, breathing warmly on her.
Jian Xi was overwhelmed by the heat, her fingers moving to his prominent Adam’s apple.
He Ran’s eyes revealed sincerity mixed with anxiety as he softly pleaded, “Wife, let’s make up…”
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