Ji Mengtang coldly snorted inwardly: Most likely because women often come to find him late at night, so the guard is no longer surprised!
Exiting the elevator, she effortlessly found Kang Yansheng’s apartment – because this high-end apartment has only one unit per floor, so there was no need to search.
Just as she was about to press the doorbell, the door opened from the inside.
How did he know she was coming? She looked at Kang Yansheng in surprise. He was wearing a white bathrobe, looking prepared, which made Ji Mengtang bite her lower lip in embarrassment.
“You’re just in time. I was about to take a shower.”
He gestured for her to enter, then casually closed and locked the door.
Ji Mengtang heard the click of the lock, and her entire body’s hair stood on end, instinctively stepping far away from him, as if touching his aura would be like contracting a deadly virus.
Her excessive reaction made Kang Yansheng laugh sarcastically. “I don’t have AIDS or SARS, right?”
“I just don’t like people getting too close!” Ji Mengtang stiffly explained, to which he looked even more sarcastically, clearly not believing her “explanation”.
“Unfortunately, you can never escape some people’s intimacy, for example – me!”
Kang Yansheng suddenly cupped her chin and abruptly pressed his lips against hers, occupying her mouth’s fragrance in her shock.
Ji Mengtang wanted to lie and say his kiss was unbearably disgusting, but the truth was otherwise. His lips were warm and dry, with a faint, not unpleasant tobacco taste. His lips brushed against hers like feathers, soft and slow – surprisingly gentle.
The kiss ended quickly. Ji Mengtang was still in shock, not fully reacting before he had already left her, his face calm and composed. Like a responsible host, he carefully advised: “There’s beer and other drinks in the refrigerator, help yourself. You can watch TV if you want. In short, treat this place like your home, take whatever you want.”
Ji Mengtang was furious. This man had just forcibly kissed her and now acted as if he was completely uninterested – it was infuriating!
“This will never be my home!” she glared at him fiercely.
Kang Yansheng shrugged, silently indicating: Whatever!
He turned and walked towards the bathroom, a smile slowly emerging at the corner of his mouth.
Her lips were incredibly sweet! He liked her lips – perhaps too much. He frowned, disliking this feeling of losing control.
He would not allow anyone to control his heart! The bloody lesson from his parents, he should not and could not forget. That tragedy was like a continuous series, replaying in his dreams every night.
The pain was like fire marks, still clearly branded on his body.
After entering the bathroom, he removed his bathrobe, revealing dark red burn scars like tree roots rising on his body, stretching from his right upper arm to his right waist, clearly showing half his body had been severely burned. On his left chest was an obvious white scar, looking like – a knife wound!
These injuries were the “farewell gift” he received from his biological mother when he was fourteen.
At that time, she could be said to have completely gone mad. Her husband’s coldness and continuous affairs drove the mother who deeply loved him crazy, and her craziness made her lose her humanity.
Those days, she wandered the house like a ghost, mumbling to herself.
That night, his mother finally took action. When he awoke, he was already in the hospital, with large areas of burns on his body and a not-shallow knife wound on his chest. The most tragic part was when the police told him that his parents had died together in the fire, and in his grief, he couldn’t shed a single tear.
From then on, his personality changed. The previously innocent and cheerful boy became sarcastic and distrustful of human nature. Becoming a doctor, he had seen all aspects of life. Some people swear to love their parents, but rush to fight over inheritance once they die; some claim to love their children but are unwilling to abandon everything to treat a child with a strange illness; some couples shout about loving each other day and night, but once one becomes a vegetable, the other never appears again.
Is there really love in the human world? He didn’t doubt; he simply didn’t believe!
Naturally, he who didn’t believe in emotions could not possibly have love in his heart. This was undoubtable.
He would not allow any woman to enter his heart. His parents’ tragedy must never replay in his life!
He turned on the water tap, and the pale white scars gradually disappeared in the water mist. ★★★ After Kang Yansheng went to take a shower, Ji Mengtang, both nervous and flustered, didn’t know what to do, but felt she must do something, otherwise she might not be able to resist running away.
She turned on the television, switching from the first channel to the hundredth, randomly flipping through programs, but no image could capture her attention. Finally, frustrated, she simply turned off the television and stood up to survey the room.
This room was not small—about seventy to eighty square meters, bright and spacious, quite comfortably furnished. Kang Yansheng seemed to prefer modern design, with many furniture and decorations made of silver metallic materials, looking less like a home and more like an exhibition hall or—an operating room?
This man is indeed perverted; even his home decor is different from others! She snorted with a laugh and walked along the well-lit corridor towards the back.
She glanced around and discovered that despite the large floor space, there weren’t many rooms—only three in total: the master bedroom, guest room, and study. When she pushed open the study door, she was immediately stunned by the vast space and rich book collection.
About forty to fifty square meters, entirely covered with light gray carpet. Besides one wall being a full-length glass window with excellent lighting, the other three walls were lined with massive bookshelves, packed with books, with some additional books stacked in corners.
A cherry wood classic desk was placed in the center of the study, with a computer and a desk lamp on it. The entire study looked like a small library.
From her tour so far, she noticed one thing—Kang Yansheng was a man who paid great attention to cleanliness. Not only were items neatly arranged, but everything was spotless, quite different from the typical messy male habits.
Like Gao Zhongwei, who wasn’t exactly dirty but loved to throw things around. Once, when she visited his room, she was almost scared by the mountains of books, clothes, and miscellaneous items.
Gao Zhongwei would clear a spot on the floor for her to sit while mumbling about why his mother hadn’t come to clean the room… He was not as clean as Kang Yansheng.
Wait—what are you doing? How can you praise him? She horrifyingly reprimanded herself. For someone with such a strange temperament, having cleanliness obsession is normal; she had no need to praise him for such a trivial matter!
She refocused her mind and walked lightly into the study, curiously scanning the books along the shelves. She wanted to know what books this man usually read. Know yourself and know your enemy, and you’ll be victorious in every battle!
She was surprised to discover his reading range was incredibly broad—from medicine, chemistry, biology, economics, technology, military, to even literature. She secretly flipped through a few books and found some original texts were profound and difficult to understand. Though she didn’t consider herself stupid, she couldn’t comprehend a single word.
What language is this? It’s definitely not English! Could he really understand it?
“Those are German books,” Kang Yansheng’s voice came from the study door. He had finished bathing and changed into a long-sleeved sportswear and sports shorts.
