An Ke’s father had a good impression of Pei Xuanyan, not because of his wealth, but because he found Pei Xuanyan to be reliable. Despite his cold exterior, he believed Pei Xuanyan had a warm heart, and any girl who married him would be happy.
An Ke teased her father about judging someone after meeting them only once. An Hong patted her back, saying, “Child, I’ve eaten more salt than you’ve eaten rice. No one can escape my keen eye.” This made An Ke burst into laughter.
Three days after meeting Pei Xuanyan again, An Ke encountered the person she least wanted to see. Jun Hao’s appearance once again stirred up her previously calm life.
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Chapter 015: Cohabitation
An Ke’s father enjoyed drinking two small cups before meals. Last month, she bought him a high-end Maotai liquor with her salary. Her father was reluctant to drink it, saying good wine should be saved for the New Year.
This day after work, An Ke heard her father talking enthusiastically outside. The table had only a plate of fried peanuts, and half the Maotai bottle was already gone. Her father, slightly drunk, belched and said, “Young man, when did you meet my daughter? She’s found such an excellent boyfriend and didn’t even tell her old man. Girls grow up and forget their parents!”
“Uncle, does this mean you approve of our relationship?” Jun Hao asked, filling An Hong’s glass and then his own, slowly chewing a peanut.
An Hong picked up his glass and drank it in one gulp, wiping the residue from his lips. “What reason would I have to object? You’re a fine young man, and my daughter’s hit the jackpot.”
Jun Hao just smiled silently, continuously pouring drinks for An Hong. The excellent Maotai was nearly finished. An Hong slapped the table, “If you truly love my daughter and treat her well, you can take her. This old man won’t say a word against it.”
“Uncle, you’re drunk,” Jun Hao said, still filling An Hong’s glass.
“I was known as unbeatable in drinking when I was young. These few drinks are nothing,” An Hong said, draining his glass. “My daughter’s about to return… speak of Cao Cao, and Cao Cao arrives.” He pointed to the door, seeing an angry An Ke.
In the two days of staying at home, An Ke hadn’t spoken a single word to Jun Hao, but he didn’t seem to mind. He spent his days chatting and laughing with An’s father, discussing various topics. An Ke had to admit that there were many things she didn’t know, and Jun Hao’s words were not false. An’s father these days was like a child, constantly pestering Jun Hao with questions, and Jun Hao always patiently explained everything. Since Jun Hao came to Chen Yun saying he had something to do, he had been gone for two entire days.
On the third day, An Ke’s company colleagues invited her to dinner. Pei Xuan Yan personally sent her to the door. When she returned home, it was already eleven at night. The house was dark, and An’s father had already gone to bed. She gently turned on the living room light and saw Jun Hao asleep in a chair, his brow slightly furrowed, not wearing his usual bright smile. An Ke wanted to walk past him to her room, but noticed he was wearing a short-sleeved T-shirt. Previously, she had always seen Jun Hao in expensive, neatly tailored suits, but these days he had changed his usual style and worn casual clothes.
Just as An Ke was hesitating, Jun Hao suddenly opened his eyes and forcefully grabbed her hands: “Woman, what exactly do you want? If you wanted to attract my attention, you’ve already done so. So why do you keep pretending to ignore me?”
An Ke stared at the ceiling with wide-open eyes. She had no virgin complex and wasn’t opposed to intimate relations before marriage. However, what happened tonight—could it be called rape? She had never imagined someone would forcibly occupy her body, especially this man whom she deeply despised. Should she hate him? Yet when he was gentle, she couldn’t help but respond to him. Turning her head, she looked at Jun Hao, who seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep, still encircling her slender waist in a possessive manner. His body carried a faint tobacco scent, so subtle and different from the nauseating odors others had. The last time he held her after being shot, she nestled in his arms, inhaling that light tobacco smell, wishing time could stop at that moment. She had to admit that he could sometimes be gentle and considerate, expressing care in his unique way. If she had harbored any slight fondness for him before, after tonight her heart would never open to him again. She moved, removing his hands, and Jun Hao’s low voice came: “You’ll never escape me in this lifetime.” As he spoke, he pulled her close, pressing her head against his chest.
An Ke suddenly bit hard on his chest, drawing blood, but he seemed unaffected, still holding her: “I want not just your body, but your heart.” His long fingers traced circles on her chest, showing no remorse for his previous actions, believing that taking her was a gift—how arrogant he was.
Her tone was flat, as if speaking about something unrelated to her: “Why me?”
Jun Hao, still with closed eyes, replied impatiently: “I’ve told you many times—there’s no why. It’s simply because I’m pleased. Go to sleep. We’ll leave together tomorrow. I won’t give you another chance to provoke other men.” He pulled her closer, stroking her hair with one hand and patting her back with the other.
“You’re not qualified to say such things to me,” she responded calmly, her tone revealing neither joy nor sorrow. If this man thought possessing her body meant winning her heart, they would see.
Jun Hao embraced her, and neither spoke further. Both kept their eyes tightly closed, with only they knowing whether they truly slept.
The next morning, An Ke rose as usual, preparing breakfast and waiting for An Hong. Last night seemed like a mere dream. She voluntarily bid farewell to An Hong and left with Jun Hao. An Hong laughed continuously, seemingly believing their relationship had improved. An Ke wanted to say more, but An Hong pushed her out: “You child, your father isn’t a kid. Go quickly, don’t keep him waiting.”
Her final words were: “Dad, take care.”
Even more shocking was Chen Yun, who was actually a specialist Jun Hao had placed beside her. Chen Yun was a fifth-degree black belt in Taekwondo, certified by the International Taekwondo Promotion Committee. Everything An Ke had done in recent months had been precisely reported to Jun Hao. Even without being by his side, he still controlled everything about her.
An Ke, if I weren’t in this awkward military position, would you be willing to be my friend?” An Ke turned back and looked at Chen Yun sincerely.
“I’ve already considered you a friend,” Chen Yun thought there was a misunderstanding and explained anxiously.
“Thank you for being so good to me. Let’s go,” An Ke smiled at her, her mood much improved.
“Where are we going?” Chen Yun, infected by her mood, bounced along behind her.
“To make a phone call.” …
Junzheng Group’s newly invested real estate project in Singapore was holding a press conference today. CEO Jun Hao was the protagonist of the conference, with various TV stations eager to understand why Junzheng Group had unusually chosen to invest in Singapore’s real estate. This mystery was about to be unveiled in the upcoming talks.
Jun Hao was still dressed in a suit, with a smile as gentle as spring. He answered reporters’ questions without a trace of impatience.
“Mr. Jun, we’d like to ask what reason led you to decide to invest in Singapore’s real estate in such a short time? We understand you previously had no interest in real estate investment, and this time external speculation is that it’s for a woman. Is this true, Mr. Jun?” A reporter’s sharp question went straight to the point.
“Rumor has it that woman is just a worker’s daughter, orphaned early and raised by her father alone.”
