Chapter 65

Chapter 65 Rose x Kiss

Early spring’s wind was warm, but the slight chill of night carried misty moisture, blurring Ji Mingzhu’s vision.

Jiang Ji’s voice brushed low by her ear.

Hearing him, she stared at him for quite a while, as if considering the feasibility of his words, not answering for a long time.

After a long while, Ji Mingzhu suddenly laughed.

“…Then go ahead, President Jiang.”

She laughed fearlessly, answered naturally, her tone light, teasing him as if she didn’t know the limits.

Jiang Ji pinched the tip of her pale chin between thumb and forefinger. “Do you know the consequences of saying that?”

“Of course I know.” She answered quickly, making one doubt whether she truly understood.

Soon, Ji Mingzhu felt Jiang Ji split into three overlapping figures. Like swatting flies, she waved at him. “Jiang Ji… what are you muttering… so cold… let’s get in the car…”

Jiang Ji bent down, pressing against her lips. His voice escaped in a grind, “After the kiss.”

After an unknown amount of time, Ji Mingzhu felt she would faint the next second.

In front of her was a burning wall of a man; behind her was the constantly pressed car body.

Both her hands were held and restrained; she couldn’t move at all. At the deepest moment she couldn’t catch her breath, almost thinking there was no end.

After lingering in the thick night for a long time, Jiang Ji finally showed mercy and carried her into the car.

Ji Mingzhu was completely limp, clinging to him like an octopus, letting him move her.

The driver in the front seat saw them get in and said, “Young master, Miss Ji.”

“Mm, back to Park Hyatt,” Jiang Ji instructed slowly.

Ji Mingzhu had only been slightly dizzy, but after that she felt more lightheaded. Hearing the familiar voice, half dazed and half clear, memories returned.

It was Uncle Lin.

Which meant…

Just now when she and Jiang Ji were fooling around outside, Uncle Lin had…

Ji Mingzhu felt stuffy, bumped her head sideways to “punish” Jiang Ji, but misjudged the direction and hit his collarbone, making him grunt.

The sound spread through the quiet car. Uncle Lin didn’t miss it. Calmly, he said nothing and slowly raised the partition.

“…”

Ji Mingzhu sobered a bit more. She turned to him, speaking softly by his ear, “Now look what you did… it’s all your fault!”

She slapped him once, making a fairly loud sound.

Jiang Ji leaned back against the seat and laughed slowly.

He looked at her, dark eyes deep like the sea.

Ji Mingzhu still sat in his lap, stunned. “Jiang Ji, what’s so funny?”

“What do you think.”

Ji Mingzhu didn’t bother analyzing. She boldly twisted a few times, tugging his tie at the collar.

Seeing her like this, Jiang Ji again felt helpless, both annoyed and amused.

At that moment, the car slowly entered a tunnel. The surroundings darkened.

The carriage fell into dim yellow light with a hidden chill. Most fatal… Jiang Ji’s hand slipped in, moving slowly along the hem of her skirt.

Ji Mingzhu felt it. She shrank and tried to stop him, but he pulled her, making her fall forward into his arms.

Then, before she reacted, the innermost fabric was lifted aside.

Ji Mingzhu wanted to speak, but the car exited the tunnel. Streetlights passed in rows; outside were pedestrians and flowing traffic.

Carrying a slightly cool temperature, then wrapped by warmth. The slender, well-defined fingers that usually held a fountain pen… were now making trouble.

No…

It should be said that Jiang Ji — usually cold like jade, frost-faced — was the one making trouble.

“President Jiang, is it really okay for you to be like this?”

Jiang Ji moved further in, pulling her closer. “Mm, I think it’s very good.”

The car soon returned to Park Hyatt. Uncle Lin, perceptive, didn’t ask whether they would get out, simply said goodbye.

After bidding farewell, he quickly got out, drove his own car, and left.

For a moment, only the two of them remained in the underground garage.

Ji Mingzhu let out a “mm.” “I guarantee Uncle Lin definitely misunderstood.”

Even if he couldn’t see under the skirt, he must have thought they were being affectionate in the back seat.

Not to mention earlier, when they were inseparable outside the car.

She propped herself on Jiang Ji’s shoulders, trying to sit up, and complained, “You’re so impatient, President Jiang. You’ll soon become famous everywhere.”

“Oh?” Jiang Ji didn’t let her. He grabbed her hand and pulled her back into his arms. “Since it’s already misunderstood, I might as well make it real.”

Ji Mingzhu: ?

“Jiang Ji… what’s wrong with you!”

“Weren’t you twisting pretty well just now? Continue.”

When the skirt was lifted, Ji Mingzhu trembled, still hoping for some room to negotiate. Instead, she heard the crisp sound of a belt buckle being undone.

With a “click,” it sounded especially clear in the quiet back seat.

…

Night deepened. In the underground garage, a black car was parked there. At first it only shook slightly, then the movement grew. Ji Mingzhu was bent there, her skirt a mess.

Mixed sounds filled the car, extremely embarrassing. Later, she seemed to remember something and hurriedly stopped him. “You… don’t inside!”

“Alright, I won’t.” Jiang Ji’s voice was tight as he kissed her tearful eyelids. The leather seat sank deeply; afraid she’d get cold, he turned on the heating.

But that made it more tormenting; everywhere felt hot.

Ji Mingzhu thought this man was really shameless. Her slender legs were lifted; when set down again, she kicked him lightly in dissatisfaction.

“I’ll carry you back.” Jiang Ji didn’t dodge, patted her head, and pulled her out.

Leaving the garage, Jiang Ji took the elevator and brought her back to Park Hyatt.

He didn’t bother with himself, personally helping Ji Mingzhu clean up first.

This time she refused.

Afraid something unbearable would happen in the bathroom, she pushed him aside.

But it didn’t help. Jiang Ji stood nearby with arms crossed, occasionally handing her a towel or bath towel.

After she washed up, Jiang Ji carried her again.

“….”

What was he doing! She wasn’t that weak!

“I want to go to my own room!”

Seeing him heading toward his room, she hurriedly stopped him.

Jiang Ji didn’t insist. Having tasted pork and unlocked a new location, his expression was relaxed.

“Alright.” He turned back, opened her door, and placed her down.

After getting into the bedding, she rolled twice, curling herself up and staying far away from him.

After washing up, Ji Mingzhu was completely clear-headed, lazily relaxed, but every time she glanced at Jiang Ji, she felt it was unfair.

She looked at his neat, abstinent appearance without a single wrinkle, and a rebellious emotion arose.

He was fine — finished, pulled up his pants, zipped up. Proper and dignified. A few months ago, she could never have imagined Jiang Ji was this kind of person!

She sneaked another glance and noticed his belt was slightly loose, the metal buckle reflecting icy light.

With his collar straight, the contrast was strong — restrained yet charming, like something breaking free of shackles.

Ji Mingzhu couldn’t help recalling the back seat just now. The metal buckle pressed against her repeatedly with each movement, like waves hitting the shore endlessly.

She had been muddled, coaxed by him, half-drunk and half-awake, letting him be reckless. Later, the atmosphere and scent in the car gathered densely, making one blush.

“Jiang Ji, the back seat… can’t be looked at anymore, right?” Ji Mingzhu suddenly remembered this serious issue.

“No need to worry. I’ll go down and clean it later.” Jiang Ji sat beside the bed and asked, “Still hurts?”

At the beginning she complained softly; near the end she still complained. Seeing this, Jiang Ji asked directly.

“What do you think? If I slap you, would it hurt!” Mentioning it reminded her of his actions earlier.

Jiang Ji understood and smiled, supporting himself with both hands. “Can that be called a slap?”

He seemed to recall it. “At most, it was a light pat.”

Ji Mingzhu felt his shamelessness reached the sky. “I’ll treat it as a mosquito bite. Go, I want to sleep.”

“Mosquito?” His eyes narrowed.

“Mm-hm.”

“You want another round?”

“….”

Ji Mingzhu pushed his face away. “Stop it. My head is still dizzy. The Golden Tripod red wine has strong aftereffects.”

She was alternating between clarity and drunkenness, then tossed around in the car, now sleepy.

“Still dare to run off drinking alone next time?” Jiang Ji pressed.

Why wasn’t he leaving…

Ji Mingzhu closed her eyes. “You think Lian Tang was dead? She went too. And Xiao Yi invited us. How is that alone?”

“With that little alcohol tolerance, next time I’ll take you drinking.” Jiang Ji replied, deciding to warn Lian Tang and Xiao Yi later.

Ji Mingzhu grumbled and swung a few weak slaps, but couldn’t stop his kisses.

From lips to forehead, to the side of her neck.

“President Jiang… missing me isn’t done like this…” After saying that, something clicked in her mind.

Regardless of the back seat incident — though things escalated quickly, when she didn’t want him inside, he really withdrew at the end.

But…

No matter what, being bold like that should be at home, not outside…

Her thoughts stopped there.

Because she felt embarrassed, she refused to stay directly on the leather seat. Even though there were tissues in the car, they weren’t enough. Jiang Ji had been restrained too, unable to do much.

If the back seat got stained, she might have psychological shadow sitting in that car again.

As for her words, Jiang Ji had replied — “If there’s a shadow, just change the car.”

His tone was calm, like discussing dinner, as if changing cars was like changing clothes.

At that time, with teary eyes, she still noticed his movement from the corner of her vision.

It seemed he took something out from his body.

A flash of golden embroidery passed by — fine in texture. When he used it to cushion, it was actually quite comfortable.

Wait…

…golden embroidery!

Wouldn’t that be… wouldn’t that be… the birthday gift she gave Jiang Ji?!

Birth! Day! Gift!

“Jiang Ji, did you use the handkerchief I gave you?!” Ji Mingzhu stopped trying to chase him away and directly questioned him.

If he dared admit it, Ji Mingzhu decided she would go back to the Ji residence tomorrow.

Without hesitation.

Although she asked, the vague feeling in her heart grew stronger. In her muddled state, he had asked, and she had trembled and urged him on, seemingly agreeing.

But she still wanted a concrete answer.

“Used what?” Jiang Ji propped himself up and looked at her, eyebrow slightly raised.

Then, as if recalling something, he seemed a little embarrassed.

Jiang Ji cleared his throat and coughed lightly. “There wasn’t another choice at the time. But I already washed it in the bathroom just now.”

With each sentence, Ji Mingzhu felt more despair.

Her birthday gift had gloriously, at a certain moment, carved an unforgettable memory.

“I asked you at the time, and you agreed.”

Hearing his response, her guess was confirmed.

Ji Mingzhu wanted to say more, but since she had tacitly agreed, she couldn’t really accuse him.

Seeing her like this, Jiang Ji pinched her nose. His voice was low, warm breath brushing her. “Do you know?”

“Mm?” she responded, puzzled, voice rising slightly.

—“It was all your scent on it.”

What scent…

Ji Mingzhu exploded.

Pink spread from her neck upward, reaching her ears and cheeks, red like dripping chili oil.

Anyway, Jiang Ji now seemed unable to live without teasing her.

Today! She had to fight this shameless chicken!

“Before I said you were boring — I was completely wrong. This isn’t interesting, it’s shamelessly interesting. Jiang Ji, why don’t you go sell leisure cookies?” Ji Mingzhu muttered, glaring at him and pushing.

Then she added, “Anyway, don’t even think about making a move tonight. You’re not entering my room!”

But she couldn’t push him. Jiang Ji easily dodged and restrained her.

“You reminding me makes me remember something.” Jiang Ji knelt on the bed edge, encircling her. “What you said in the group that day — was that your real thought?”

After being pulled into the group, Jiang Ji glanced and saw her message.

Not saying anything didn’t mean he hadn’t seen it.

Capitalists liked the best investment for the best return. But Jiang Ji preferred minimal investment for maximum return.

Not expressing himself then was to build momentum, waiting for prey to fall into the trap.

He only sought the best timing to claim everything back with interest.

“…What group?” Ji Mingzhu pretended ignorance.

Jiang Ji raised his brow, voice drawn out slowly. “What do you think — does withdrawing it mean it never happened?”

He sounded certain. “I saw it all.”

Jiang Ji saw it?

Then he saw it and didn’t say a word — who was he trying to scare!

“But I already said it, if you saw it, then you saw it. You can just feel wronged yourself…” Ji Mingzhu spoke, then began to change the subject. “Jiang Ji, can you let go of me? You’re too strong.”

“Acting cute won’t work now.” Jiang Ji directly exposed her little scheme.

“............”

Ji Mingzhu fell silent for a moment. “What, you still want to settle accounts afterward? Let me make it clear — in this matter we’re even. You said it first; I just returned it!”

“I know. You’re not wrong.” Jiang Ji spoke slowly. “I just want to correct the misunderstanding in your words and thinking.”

Ji Mingzhu: ???

What misunderstanding… when did she even misunderstand anything???

Jiang Ji easily restrained her, looking down from above. His distinct, bony hand rested at his collar.

Following his gaze, Ji Mingzhu suddenly felt a bad premonition.

Jiang Ji looked at her like that, using one hand to casually loosen his tie. Then with a bit of force, he pulled it off in one go, movements relaxed and unrestrained.

He held the tie with his fingertips, looping it around, layer by layer, and in just a few motions bound Ji Mingzhu’s slender, fair wrists.

The tie was pure black. Against the girl’s wrist bones, the contrast was striking.

Ji Mingzhu struggled without success. In the end he even lifted her slightly. She was both embarrassed and annoyed. “Jiang Ji, besides bullying me, what else can you do?”

Jiang Ji leaned to her ear and softly said two words.

Ji Mingzhu froze, mentally beating up this chicken, while outwardly switching to a gentle tactic.

But none of it worked.

“You think I’m boring?” Jiang Ji asked. He was very satisfied with the current situation, quite pleased — the carrot he’d nurtured was finally ready to be pulled.

He casually patted her cheek and raised a brow. “Still boring?”

Author’s Note: 【Mini Theater】:

Pig Pig: I’m not done with you!

Chicken Chicken: Okay, I can go on endlessly.

Pig Pig: ?

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