Abstinence was not difficult for someone with his strong willpower, but the challenge was maintaining rationality when the woman he loved asked seductively, “Do you love me?”
Unavoidable fate!
“Ajie, do you love me?” She repeated the question, her tone now tinged with a hint of grievance.
“I love you.” He couldn’t help but embrace her soft, fragrant body, inhaling her delicate scent.
Embracing spring.
“Of course I love you!”
“Great!” Shui Jing laughed happily, “Then you must marry me!”
Marry? Marry!
Guan Longji’s eyes widened in shock.
“What did you say?”
Did she… did she know what she was saying?
“You must marry me!” Shui Jing said matter-of-factly: “If you love me, you should marry me, so we can be together forever!”
He felt his heart was about to leap out of his chest.
God! Could he? Could he accept this sudden blessing? Could he keep this happiness that fell from the sky?
Overwhelming joy made his voice tremble, “Shui Jing, you… you really want to marry me? Really want to marry me?”
“Yes!” She nodded vigorously, “I’m willing! But you can’t get engaged to a bad woman for revenge. And you can’t kiss other women, you can only kiss me.”
As soon as she finished speaking, she pursed her pink lips and closed her eyes, waiting for his kiss.
He held her, incredibly joyful, his palms slightly trembling.
“Ajie, you’re holding me too tight, it hurts!” the little woman in his arms protested vaguely.
“Sorry…”
He passionately kissed her sweet lips.
“Ajie…”
In the midst of passionate intimacy, she called his name.
“Hmm?”
“The engagement ring must be bought with three months of the man’s salary,” she said.
That was a Japanese drama convention.
“Okay.”
His annual salary was in the hundreds of millions? He’d forgotten. He’d ask the finance manager tomorrow.
Consumed by desire, he eagerly took in her sweet essence.
All self-control and rationality were thrown to the winds.
“Ajie, also…”
Her silk nightgown slipped to her waist, revealing a white, translucent negligee that barely concealed her snow-white peaks, with two faint pink hints visible through the thin fabric.
Driving him mad.
“You can’t kiss bad women!”
Guan Longji groaned, then burst into laughter.
Sleepless night, midnight not yet past.
Even at three in the morning, Guan Longji’s special assistant and private secretary accepted his orders without changing expression.
After a few phone calls, the Guan residence was decorated for the wedding the next day.
Roses and lilies from the greenhouse were swept away, adorning the usually solitary and spacious mansion with a flourish of flowers.
Shui Jing had no relatives, so all wedding arrangements were handled by the groom’s side.
The high-ranking archbishop would officiate. The Guan family’s eldest daughter, Guan Yinyin, was coincidentally sailing the love boat with her new boyfriend around the world and couldn’t attend her son’s wedding. She only sent a telegram of congratulations and had someone deliver a new ruby necklace and a set of matching rings and earrings to her daughter-in-law whom she had never met.
The slightly complicated part was that the naive Shui Jing, following Japanese drama wedding standards, insisted the engagement ring be bought with three months of the man’s salary. In the rush, they couldn’t find a diamond ring worth over four million US dollars – even a custom order from a diamond company would take a month to deliver, so they had to temporarily substitute a five-carat diamond ring.
The sky was clear and blue.
Shui Jing’s white wedding dress was a French designer gown, hastily modified overnight from the boutique of the Guan family’s department store, with pristine white satin adorned with delicate pearls.
In the winter sun, the bride was beautiful like an immortal fairy untouched by worldly dust, causing a group of businessmen accustomed to beautiful women to be stunned.
The wedding ceremony was simple yet extremely luxurious. Overnight, countless human efforts were mobilized, from flower decorations worth over a million, a seven-tier wedding cake, expensive handmade lace wedding dress, five-star hotel chefs, waiters, to national banquet-level high-end cuisine… all meticulously prepared by the Guan family’s staff through collaborative division of labor.
Even sacrificing sleep time, these staff members felt happy and proud for their master’s momentous life event.
“Congratulations to the newlyweds!”
“May you have many children!”
The crowd’s cheers and the orchestra’s melodious music added more liveliness to the flower-filled courtyard, with busy photographers capturing wonderful moments.
The warm winter sun drove away the cold wind; spring’s footsteps should not be far away, right?
Amidst the bustling noise, many envious and melancholic eyes stared unblinkingly at the newlyweds immersed in happiness.
Ah! So there really are “sparrow transforms into phoenix” stories in reality…
Xiang Zhi, “Be Careful Marrying the CEO”
Chapter 4 – Men’s Boutique Counter at the Department Store.
Dong Yilin, who was choosing a Father’s Day gift, simply couldn’t believe her eyes.
Shui Jing, who had been missing for over a year, suddenly appeared without warning, walking past her as if she didn’t exist.
“Xiao Mei, do you think these cufflinks would be good for A Ji? Will he like them?” Shui Jing asked enthusiastically.
“Hmm… not bad!” Zhang Yumei looked carefully.
The platinum cufflinks were asymmetrically designed, one a mini golf ball, the other a golf club, quite lively and with good quality, of course not cheap, nearly a month’s salary for an ordinary office worker.
“But… even if you give your husband a straw as a gift, he’ll be very happy!” Zhang Yumei jokingly added.
Husband? Could it be… Shui Jing got married?
“Hehe!” Shui Jing had a face of pure, naive happiness.
Dong Yilin, a typical Leo, was burning with anger, narrowing her eyes and blocking Shui Jing’s line of sight with full force.
“Huh?” Shui Jing looked up, confused.
Anger blazing, Dong Yilin sharply questioned: “You got married?”
Shui Jing hesitated and nodded.
“Why? Why did you do this? Missing for over a year, silently going to get married? Are we still friends? How can you do this to Yi Peng?”
Yi Peng? A hint of uncertain panic made Shui Jing lose her smile, anxiously furrowing her brow.
Her silence made Dong Yilin even more furious, glaring at her fiercely.
Her head-to-toe branded clothing, bag, shoes, professionally styled hair, the dazzling A.P. jewelry watch on her wrist – Dong Yilin would bet her tiny apartment that this watch was worth several times more than her small house – all indicated Shui Jing’s current extraordinary status.
Dong Yilin coldly laughed, sarcastically saying: “Don’t tell me you’ve got ‘selective amnesia’, forgetting who Yi Peng is? Or have you now become a phoenix and look down on us ‘common people’?
At this point, despite Zhang Yumei’s opposition, Dong Yilin followed them home.
Sitting in the Guan family’s Mercedes with the driver waiting, Dong Yilin had already eagerly called the Jiang couple and Jiang Yipeng.
“Hello?” A gentle male voice sounded through the phone.
Dong Yilin took a deep breath and spoke with difficulty, “Yipeng… it’s me…”
“Yilin? What’s the matter?” he asked.
“I… I met Shuijing,” she said bravely.
“Shuijing? Really?” Unbelievable joy made Jiang Yipeng’s voice high-pitched, “Shuijing is safe! Thank heavens! Is she okay? I’m coming right now, where are you?” A string of questions burst out like firecrackers.
“Yipeng! Listen to me, you must stay calm. Shuijing… she has experienced an ‘accident’…” Dong Yilin said.
“Ah? What happened to her? Is she injured?” His anxiety was evident.
“No… she looks fine, not injured, at least not visibly,” she answered.
