Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Turning sideways to look at the chair that she had brought with her and had just occupied, he frowned and muttered to himself, “It’s way too quiet…”
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Back in the bedroom, Song Wenxin raised her hands to gingerly massage her burning cheeks. She then opened her mouth and took several deep breaths before her tumultuous emotions were soothed, and then she began to regain her composure.
Recalling what had just happened in the study, Song Wenxin was puzzled.
That kiss he had given her… why did he kiss her like that?
Was it because… she had barged into his study without first getting his consent?
And so had he done that just to punish her?
Of course, she would not be so naïve as to think that the man had acted like that because he harbored any romantic interest in her or was attracted to her physically.
If that was the case, there was no way he would have let her off so easily during those two incidents, earlier that night or the night before.
Although she had never had a physical relationship with a man, she did know a thing or two, thanks to today’s society and the free flow and access to all kinds of information.
Recalling the scenarios where they had left off in the study, and from the previous night, she surmised that, generally speaking, most men would have lost control and would have not been able to hold back if they had gotten to that extent with a woman. And yet, he had opted not to go further with her on both occasions.
That was another sign that convinced Song Wenxin of his sexual preference.
However, what had confounded her was the impact that his kiss had on her, causing her heart to beat so rapidly and continuously…
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By the time Jiang Beihan returned to the bedroom, Song Wenxin was fast asleep.
She was nestled deeply among the pure, white sheets on the immense bed, her slight form almost indiscernible.
She would have been so easy to miss if one was not looking specifically for a person on the bed.
Taking a big stride with his long legs, he walked toward her, subconsciously keeping his footsteps light.
She was in a deep sleep, seemingly without a care in the world, as though she was in the comfort and security of her own bed at home.
Watching her, Jiang Beihan was a tad surprised.
His gaze stopped on her face as he looked curiously at her, sleeping so soundly in his bed.
After a long time, he raised his hand and, very gently, touched her cheek.
A smooth, gentle tingling transmitted through his fingertips, uplifting his mood instantly.
“Song Wenxin.” He said her name once.
It was as though she had heard him calling her. In that instant, Song Wenxin roused and moved suddenly.
A look of embarrassment flashed across Jiang Behan’s face as he quickly retracted his hand.
Then, Song Wenxin opened her eyes.
“Oh, you’re back,” she exclaimed, alarmed at seeing him. She sat up in bed.
“Am I so scary?” He frowned.
He felt a twinge of regret for being too pushy and scaring her when they were in the study.
“No,” Song Wenxin responded, shaking her head and adding, “I’m just curious. Why… did you marry me?”
Before she had fallen asleep, she had thought about the matter again. Although she had arrived at a conclusion earlier, what had happened in the study had confused her.
“What?” Frowning, Jiang Beihan wondered why she had waited until now to broach the question.
“Surely you don’t… have feelings for me?” Song Wenxin gave a sheepish laugh before asking him probingly.
At that, Jiang Beihan laughed curtly and asked her in return, “What do you think?”
“Perhaps I read too much into it,” Song Wenxin replied, raising her hand and gently scratching her nose. She had asked that question based on an assumption that she had hidden in her heart–an assumption that she herself had deemed not probable.
They had only met once, so how could he have been attracted to her?
“There are three sons in the Jiang family, and I am the only one who is still not married. I am tired of being constantly nagged at by my old man!” Jiang Beihan explained suddenly
He lied…