Chapter 37
Jiang Shangwan left Fang Liangchen’s vicinity without looking back. A surge of inexplicable anger flared in her chest, accompanied by an indescribable feeling of disgust. She thought that perhaps she had been too gentle when rejecting him before.
Her judgment of people wasn’t that bad. She didn’t need an outsider to point fingers at her choices. Her dignity and etiquette weren’t meant to be used as a tool to provoke her.
Furthermore, in terms of physical intimacy, the sensations brought by Shi Yu almost made her feel like she was being lifted to the clouds. It was an indescribable, overwhelming pleasure. He had never asked her for any help with his business.
Just based on these two things alone, he was already far superior to Fang Liangchen.
She thought her decision to break up with him back then was truly the right one. His arrogance and preconceived judgments, looking down on her, made her disgusted and confirmed that their values were completely incompatible.
Not long after entering the crowd, another voice came from her side: “President Jiang, it’s good to see you again.”
Wang Yi, wearing a high-end custom light blue suit, appeared rather presentable despite his not-so-tall stature. Jiang Shangwan suppressed her irritation and politely responded, “Hello, President Wang.”
Their clasped hands briefly touched before separating. Wang Yi lowered his hand, lingering on the soft sensation.
“President Jiang, do you remember the film we invested in at the investment conference last time? That period drama by Director Wang became a huge hit. It’s a pity, though, I didn’t invest much, and later, I shifted most of my funds to other superior teams, but the returns were mediocre.”
“I remember,” Jiang Shangwan didn’t clarify how much she had invested. “There will be better opportunities next time, it’s okay.”
“It’s just a regret that a small difference in decision made a big impact,” Wang Yi lightly shook his head. Even if he had added just a bit more funding, the returns would have been doubled. It seemed like his luck that day was always just a little off, and he never succeeded in inviting Jiang Shangwan to dinner.
He issued another invitation, “I wasn’t able to invite President Jiang to dinner last time. How about tonight?”
“Sorry, I have a meeting with a client.”
Jiang Shangwan casually offered an excuse to decline his invitation. She responded intermittently to Wang Yi’s words. His attitude was warm, and it was clear that he had some interest in her, but she didn’t give too much of a response to avoid any unnecessary misunderstandings.
She already had her own little“puppy” who was head over heels for her. She really wasn’t interested in “(Note: “catching other fish” is a metaphor that means pursuing or being interested in other romantic or sexual partners. It comes from the idea of “plenty of fish in the sea,” a common expression meaning there are many potential partners out there. So, if someone says they’re not interested in “catching other fish,” it usually means they’re already emotionally or romantically committed to someone.)catching other fish.”
Her palm vibrated. Taking advantage of the moment when she lifted her glass to drink, she lit up the screen to check the incoming message. The “puppy” seemed to be on the same wavelength as her.
Shi Yu: 【What are you doing? Still working?】
【Is there a man by your side?】
Jiang Shangwan couldn’t help but smile slightly at the corner of her lips. She really wanted to reply, but Wang Yi kept talking to her, and out of social etiquette, she felt embarrassed to directly respond to the message.
Wang Yi had started reminiscing about strolling down the (Note: Champs-Élysées is a famous avenue in Paris known for its luxury shops, cafés, and cultural landmarks. It stretches from Place de la Concorde to the Arc de Triomphe and is often considered the most beautiful avenue in the world. The name means “Elysian Fields,” referring to a paradise in Greek mythology.)Champs-Élysées, and Jiang Shangwan felt more and more weary as she listened. Her fingers unconsciously tapped the edge of her phone.
Another message came in, buzzing in her ears like a fly. Jiang Shangwan let it go in one ear and out the other, but reading the messages made her feel itchy with curiosity, her fingers itching too.
Wang Yi brought her a new champagne dessert and, noticing her off mood, asked with concern, “Tired? Didn’t sleep well last night?”
Jiang Shangwan responded with a casual “Mm,” and took the dessert with a word of thanks.
Shi Yu: 【Picture】 【Picture】 【Picture】
【I miss you. I want to kiss you. I want to hug you.】
The continuous vibrations sent a shiver through Jiang Shangwan’s heart, making it race. She finally found an excuse to leave: “I’m a little tired, I’m going to head out, see you later.”
As she thought about what Shi Yu planned to do next, she paused briefly in her movements: “President Wang, would it be possible to leave your business card?”
Wang Yi seemed surprised by her sudden initiative, clearly flattered. He had given her his phone number before, but she hadn’t added him on WeChat.
He took out a thin card from his suit pocket and handed it to her with two fingers: “Contact me anytime if you need anything.”
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Jiang Shangwan almost couldn’t wait to walk into the bathroom. The narrow, crowded space was filled with a dense fragrance, and someone was touching up their makeup in front of the mirror, applying bright-colored lipstick.
Jiang Shangwan didn’t bother checking her reflection in the mirror, instead, she leaned against the wall, ensuring no one would glance at her inadvertently before opening the three pictures.
The first picture shows him kneeling beside the bed. His shirt, the same one as before, is now covered in wrinkles. The hem of his shirt at the waist is pulled up, revealing a small section of his slender, flexible waist. The muscles at his side are tense, as though he is preparing for something.
The second picture shows him tilting his head back, his face flushed. His eyes are closed, his forehead covered in fine sweat, his brows slightly furrowed, and his light brown hair a bit messy.
The third picture shows… he must have found one of her lace panties somewhere, and it is already stained.
【Voice message, 13 seconds】
Jiang Shangwan swiped through the pictures again, carefully studying them. She accidentally slid out of the interface and tapped the new voice message that popped up. A breath, heavy and strained, immediately emerged, full of suppressed desire.
The wet, longing breath echoed unnervingly in the quiet bathroom. In a panic, she quickly turned it off, noticing that several people passing by were subtly glancing her way.
Jiang Shangwan: “…”
Social death.
She decided to leave directly. She quickly replied with a brief “Waiting,” then forced a neutral expression as she walked out, under the gaze of people staring at her.
Jiang Shangwan left the banquet halfway and headed straight to the hotel. On the way, Shi Yu kept sending her messages, but she didn’t respond, and he kept sending them anyway.
【Your clothes smell so good, Wanwan.】
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【Are you looking at other men?】
【Is any other man more handsome than me?】
【Remember to eat well after you’re done with work.】
【What about your dirty clothes, do you want to wash them off?】
As soon as she entered the hotel room, Jiang Shangwan didn’t even change her clothes. She immediately made a video call.
“Why didn’t you call me ‘Wanwan’ earlier?” Jiang Shangwan tapped his head through the screen. “You’re so clingy.”
On the other end of the phone, Shi Yu’s ears were already redder than ever. He gave a soft hum, much less enthusiastic than in the messages, and much more bashful.
“Hmm? Are you shy?” Jiang Shangwan said in a hoarse voice. “You’ve got me so worked up that I couldn’t stay at the social event any longer. I went straight back to the hotel, and I’m already soaking wet.”
Shi Yu stared straight at her eyes. “Were you with a man just now?”
“Yes.” Jiang Shangwan, with a mischievous glint, purposely waved a business card in front of the screen. “I even got a business card.”
Shi Yu remained silent, his eyes red, quietly staring at her, expressing his dissatisfaction and anger through his silence.
Jiang Shangwan suddenly felt like teasing him. “Lift your head.”
“Yes, like in the photos. Tilt your head back, expose your neck.”
Shi Yu followed her instructions, lifting his head.
“Good boy.” Jiang Shangwan lowered her voice. “Use your right hand to grab your neck, gently caress it.”
Shi Yu’s large hand began to make rustling movements, his long, bony fingers pressing against the pale neck, leaving subtle indentations in the skin, where the fragile blue veins could be seen beneath the pressure.
“Really beautiful.” Jiang Shangwan looked at the tense knuckles, which would turn slightly white when he exerted force. They didn’t appear delicate, on the contrary, they exuded a certain allure.
“I really want to grab the little puppy by the neck and kiss you hard, entangling our lips and tongues while you’re struggling to breathe.”
“Touch your Adam’s apple.”
Shi Yu’s hand curled up, leaving only a slender index finger gently rubbing against the moving throat.
“Touch your collarbone.” Jiang Shangwan looked infatuated. “How is every part of you so beautiful? Unbutton it.”
The slender fingers slowly moved downward, stopping at the prominent bone. His collarbone turned bright red with just a gentle rub, as if tempting someone to kiss it.
The three buttons that had been unfastened earlier were still undone, and the remaining ones now looked like they wouldn’t last much longer. Shi Yu lowered his gaze and unbuttoned the last button, tilting the camera downward to clearly show his defined abs and a firm, well-built but not exaggerated chest.
“Take off the shirt completely.”
The thin white shirt was casually tossed to the floor, and a large expanse of bare chest appeared plainly before Jiang Shangwan’s eyes. He lowered his head, his sharp, blade-like jawline taut with tension, muscles tight, with only his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm—like a silent invitation for Jiang Shangwan to do all sorts of wicked things to him.
“Truly perfect.”
“Do you know? You would be the muse many artists dream of—their most desired life drawing model.”
Shi Yu’s breathing grew rapid again, and from beyond the camera came the faint sound of rustling.
Jiang Shangwan chuckled softly: “Let me see.”
“Be good… let me take a look, okay?”
After a long while, their breaths tangled with each other through the tiny receiver, as if their very breath had merged into one, and even the air began to grow damp and overflowing.
The strap on Jiang Shangwan’s shoulder had already slipped down, revealing a patch of fair, slightly flushed skin. On the other side of the camera, Shi Yu was covered in sweat, gripping her clothes and calling her name in broken breaths.
“Wanwan… Wanwan…”
The two of them looked at each other through the camera, as if falling into each other’s warm and soft embrace.
Jiang Shangwan was still breathing steadily, her chest rising and falling intensely. She tucked her damp hair behind her ear and said, “Young people really do have a different kind of energy.”
She had already been exhausted after just one time.
Shi Yu got up from the mess, and only then did Jiang Shangwan notice that he was in her master bedroom, not the secondary bedroom. She said angrily, “Clean this up for me.”
“Of course.” Shi Yu quickly changed the already dirty bedsheets, tidied up the clothes scattered all over the floor, and opened the window to air out the room.
Jiang Shangwan leaned lazily against the back of the sofa, her whole body weak and soft, too tired to get up, murmuring quietly, “My waist hurts.”
“Where does it hurt? Is it your stomach again?” Shi Yu was cleaning when he heard her cry out in pain. He looked up at the camera and frowned unconsciously.
“No, it’s my waist. It feels sore.”
Since Jiang Shangwan started being with Shi Yu, he reminded her to take her medicine on time and eat regularly, so her stomach pain rarely flared up anymore. It’s just that as she’s gotten a bit older and indulged too much, she’s prone to some soreness in her waist.
“Rub it with your palm; it will feel better.” Shi Yu looked tenderly concerned. “Next time, when you’re beside me, I’ll massage it for you—it will feel much better.”
Jiang Shangwan couldn’t help but recall the wonderful sensation of completely taking him in and softly replied, “…Alright.”
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