“Stay kneeling nicely, don’t move,” was Qin Guo’er’s mischievous voice.
“Guo’er… my knee hurts so much…” surprisingly, it was a man’s whining voice.
Jiang Erye, who had always had a gloomy face since childhood, was actually acting coquettish to Qin Guo’er?!
Yi Ru Lan widened her eyes, her foot twisting in shock, and she uncontrollably fell forward. Horrifyingly, the door that wasn’t fully closed was actually pushed open by her.
A loud ‘bang’ mixed with an “Ouch”.
Jiang Dong Lin’s expression changed, instantly embracing Chen Jing, carefully tucking her into the blanket, then breathing a sigh of relief. He picked up the fallen bedsheet and wrapped it around his waist, only then having the leisure to look at the ‘dead person’ who dared to eavesdrop on his conversation with Guo’er.
When he saw clearly who was on the ground, he frowned and spoke in a gloomy tone: “Madam Yi?”
Yi Ru Lan was scared by his tone and forced an apologetic smile while enduring the pain of her sprained ankle: “Second Brother…”
“No need to say more,” Jiang Dong Lin impatiently interrupted her. “Just leave if nothing’s wrong. For helping me find Guo’er, I’ll spare you today. But next time…” he laughed coldly, his eyes freezing: “I won’t be so easy.”
Madam Yi’s face turned pale and stiff. She instinctively glanced at Chen Jing, and when their eyes met, Chen Jing’s seemingly smiling yet not quite smiling gaze made her heart fill with hatred. She quickly nodded, painfully got up, and limped away.
Jiang Dong Lin coldly watched until she disappeared, then strode over, closed the door tightly, and locked it.
“You’re still laughing,” he turned back to face Chen Jing’s smiling face, the coldness on his body instantly dissipated, pursing his lips with a slightly aggrieved look.
Chen Jing’s smile deepened, extending her hand to point at the abacus on the floor: “Continue.”
Jiang Dong Lin: “…”
Continue it would be, since that’s what he wanted.
He removed the bedsheet and knelt back on the abacus.
Chen Jing propped her chin with both hands, smiling: “Count by yourself. When you reach 800, I’ll agree to what you want.”
Jiang Dong Lin’s expression turned serious, and he immediately started counting: “One, two, three…”
Chen Jing stood stiffly in place, her lips turning pale, yet she remained motionless.
She admitted she was somewhat afraid, but believed that Jiang Dongling would not harm her.
And indeed, that was the case.
Jiang Dongling smashed everything in the house that could be broken, yet he did not touch even a strand of her hair. Finally, seeming exhausted, he slid down from the wall corner, sitting on the ground with a dejected air.
The room fell silent, with only his heavy breathing remaining.
Chen Jing slowly walked over, squatting in front of him, saying nothing, and grabbed his chin, lifting it and leaning in to kiss him.
Jiang Dongling paused, and when he tried to take control, his hands were immediately seized.
Unconsciously, the strength in Jiang Dongling’s hands weakened.
Chen Jing squeezed between his fingers, tightly interlocking them and suddenly raising them, pressing them firmly against the wall.
Chen Jing stared openly, forcefully prying open his lips and teeth, initiating a passionate French kiss.
At some point, her posture changed from squatting to kneeling on one knee, pinning him down like a tough guy overwhelming an innocent girl, kissing him until he was lost in the moment, his chest swelling with emotions, excited and thrilled.
Jiang Dongling closed his eyes, kissing passionately. At this moment, not only was his anger and sadness gone, he was almost forgetting his own name.
After the kiss ended, both were breathing heavily and unable to control themselves.
Chen Jing still pressed down on his hands. He could have easily broken free, but instead just tightened his fingertips, allowing her to hold him down.
His emotions gradually calmed with the end of the kiss, his eyes slightly reddened with desire, looking at her uncertainly without speaking.
Chen Jing’s gaze softened, speaking first: “Dongling.”
Jiang Dongling pursed his lips.
After tidying up, Jiang Dongling carried Chen Jing to another room and quickly called a doctor.
The atmosphere in the room was frozen.
Seeing the doctor stare for a long time without speaking, Jiang Dongling took a deep breath, suppressing his urge to kill, and asked, “What poison did Guo’er take?”
When the doctor stammered out the words “beyond cure,” all his suppressed emotions instantly collapsed. With bloodshot eyes, he grabbed the doctor’s neck, bulging veins at his temple, and squeezed out a chilling voice from between his teeth: “Say that again.”
The doctor trembled in fear: “I’m… sorry.”
“Dongling,” Chen Jing suddenly spoke.
Jiang Dongling paused, slowly releasing the doctor and took a deep breath: “Get out.”
The doctor fled in panic. Jiang Dongling suddenly seemed to lose strength, his shoulders drooping, emanating an air of despair. Chen Jing watched him quietly.
After a long silence, Jiang Dongling finally composed himself and squatted by the bed. “Guo’er,” he spoke with determined eyes, gently caressing her pale face, forcing a smile: “Don’t believe what that doctor said. I’ll definitely cure you.”
Chen Jing glanced at him, feeling somewhat sympathetic: “Okay, I believe you.” Jiang Dongling’s eyes grew moist, and he suddenly lowered his head, burying his face in her palm spread on the bedside. Chen Jing moved her hand slightly, feeling it was damp – he was crying.
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Sometimes, he couldn’t help but wonder if he had committed too many sins, so heavy that even Heaven dared not punish him, seeking revenge on Guo’er…
Jiang Dongling tightened his grip on her arm, tears sliding down from the corner of his eye.
The kiss gradually stopped, Jiang Dongling’s lips drawn tight, his eyes red as if ready to kill, his expression restrained yet fierce, tears flowing continuously.
He had harmed her.
“If there really is no antidote,” Chen Jing wiped away his tears, persistently picking up the conversation that was interrupted earlier, “After I die, will you do something for me?”
Jiang Dongling choked, his face ashen: “You won’t!”
That word “die” was like a curse, and he didn’t dare to say it again.
Chen Jing’s gaze was gentle, yet merciless: “Dongling, stop deceiving yourself.”
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When Jiang Dongling came out of the room, the low pressure emanating from him was so cold it could freeze someone to death. The servants were silent, lowering their heads, terrified of provoking this madman and being killed on the spot.
Surprisingly, the second master of the Jiang family summoned his adjutant and actually ordered him to do good deeds in his name.
The adjutant couldn’t help but look surprised.
Jiang Dongling gave him a cold glance, scaring him into immediately following the order and fleeing as if chased by a ghost.
After that day, all the people of Ji Zhou were shocked.
Could the notorious killer Jiang Second Master actually care about refugees? Was he poisoning them?!
In the era of war, with countless displaced refugees, the Jiang family sent out all their servants, including Jiang Dongling’s soldiers, to distribute porridge to the refugees.
Only after hearing the rumor that the second master’s beloved was terminally ill and he was spreading kindness to seek Buddha’s blessing did the people suddenly understand, and then found it hard to believe—
Could the demon who killed without mercy actually be a romantic?
The adjutant trembled in fear and responded.
Jiang Donglin wiped carefully, until the cold wind blew away the violence in his heart, before slightly raising the corner of his mouth and entering the room.
