novelraw Chapter 0109 The Secret Under the Turtleneck Sweater
Chapter 0109 The Secret Under the Turtleneck Sweater
The morning sun pierced through the clouds.
Inside the apartment, the thunderstorm that had lasted all night finally stopped.
The air was washed clean and felt exceptionally fresh, yet it also carried a chill.
In the bedroom.
Jiang Ci stood by the bed. He didn't take out any keys, but just took out his phone and operated the app.
"drop."
A soft sound.
The indicator light on the metal ring on Wen Ning's ankle changed from red to green.
This means that the extremely strict "leaving home alarm" mode has been temporarily lifted.
"stand up."
Jiang Ci put away his phone and looked down at her.
Go wash up.
"Come to the company with me today."
Wen Ning rubbed her slightly sore neck (she hadn't been sleeping well last night).
She was a little surprised.
"To the company?"
"Didn't you say... I should stay home?"
Jiang Ci glanced at his watch, his expression somewhat unnatural.
"There's a confidential meeting today that involves core data."
"I'm worried about not being home."
Excuse.
It was actually because of that hug last night.
The feeling of regaining what was lost was so real that it triggered an even more severe withdrawal reaction in him.
If he leaves her alone at home, even with surveillance cameras, he will be restless at work.
The only thing I can do is keep her by my side.
Keep it right under your nose.
Only then can he feel at ease.
"oh."
Wen Ning did not refute.
Being able to go out for some fresh air is better than being stuck at home.
She threw back the covers and got out of bed.
The metal ring on her ankle was still fastened, but it no longer felt so heavy to her.
She went into the dressing room.
I'm getting ready to change into the black business suit I bought a few days ago.
That's standard attire for an assistant.
however.
Just as she reached for the dress.
A hand reached out from behind and pressed down on the back of her hand.
Jiang Ci stood behind her.
His gaze was deep and somber.
My gaze fell on her neck.
There was a noticeable red mark, about the size of a coin.
It was a hickey he left the night before last when he lost control.
Although a day had passed, the redness on her snow-white skin was still glaringly obvious.
ambiguous.
Exquisite.
And her ankles.
Although the skirt can cover the thighs, the metal ring will still be faintly visible when sitting or walking.
That was a sign of imprisonment, and also the source of the wounds.
"This one won't do."
Jiang Ci coldly rejected it.
Why?
Wen Ning was puzzled. "This is business attire."
"The neckline is too low."
Jiang Ci is blatantly lying.
That's clearly a standard shirt collar.
He offered no explanation.
Instead, they turned around and searched through those expensive haute couture pieces.
At last.
He picked out a cream-colored cashmere sweater.
High collar.
The neckline was piled up all the way to her chin, covering her completely.
Moreover, it feels extremely soft and won't irritate the skin.
There was also a pair of loose-fitting straight-leg trousers.
And a pair of flat ankle boots with a fleece lining.
"Wear this."
He threw the clothes to Wen Ning.
Wen Ning held the thick sweater, somewhat speechless.
"Jiang Ci, it's not even winter yet..."
"You'll die of heat wearing this."
"And isn't wearing this to the office a bit too casual?"
"I'm the one who calls the shots in this company."
Jiang Ci's tone was firm, not giving her a chance to refuse.
"It's gotten colder recently, and it's windy outside."
"and……"
He glanced at her thin shoulders.
"You've been feeling unwell lately, and if you catch another cold, I won't have time to take care of you."
He stepped forward.
He took the sweater and, without even trying to avoid it, put it directly on her head.
The movements were somewhat forceful, but when pulling her collar, he deliberately softened the pressure, avoiding the red marks on her neck.
Wen Ning struggled for a moment, but under his gaze, she could only obediently put on the clothes.
The high collar is turned up.
It perfectly concealed the ambiguous red mark on her neck.
The cuffs of the trousers hung down.
It concealed the pair of feet clad in ankle boots, and also the cold metal ring inside.
Jiang stepped back.
He scrutinized her.
The soft, off-white sweater wrapped her up completely.
Only a small face the size of a palm and a pair of watery eyes were visible.
It looks gentle and harmless.
and……
Only he knew what was hidden beneath that facade.
Only he knew that beneath those layers of clothing lay his mark.
This secret possessiveness gave him a strange sense of pleasure.
"very good."
He reached out and straightened her collar.
My fingertips lightly brushed against the red mark, as if to make sure it was hidden.
His eyes were dull.
"that's all."
"From now on, you're not allowed to expose your neck when you go out."
"And no ankles allowed."
"I don't want anyone to see this..."
He leaned close to her ear, his voice low and deep:
"What belongs to me."
……
Half an hour later.
Downstairs at the Limitless Building.
It's rush hour.
The lobby was bustling with people, and the sound of time clocks clicking could be heard everywhere.
The black Maybach slowly came to a stop at the entrance.
The car door opened.
Jiang Ci got off the car first.
He was wearing a dark gray suit today, exuding a cool and aloof aura.
Employees passing by stopped and respectfully watched.
Followed by.
The passenger door opened.
Wen Ning got down.
She was wearing a beige sweater and trousers, wrapped up like a rice dumpling.
She stood out from the elite white-collar workers around her, who were dressed in business attire and high heels.
"Isn't that... Wen Ning?"
"My God, why is she dressed like that?"
"President Jiang actually brought her to work personally?"
The discussion erupted instantly.
Wen Ning kept her head down.
She wanted to follow the rules and stay half a step behind Jiang Ci, playing the role of a little follower.
but.
Jiang Ci did not leave.
He stood by the car, waiting for her.
After she closed the car door.
He simply extended his hand.
In public.
Under the watchful eyes of hundreds of employees.
He grabbed her wrist.
It wasn't the kind of gentlemanly assistance.
Rather, it is a forceful, controlling grip.
"Stay close."
He said.
Wen Ning stumbled as he pulled her along.
"President Jiang... I can walk by myself..."
"So many people are watching..."
Jiang Ci completely ignored her protest.
He kept his eyes straight ahead.
I took her hand and led her through the hall.
The employees who had been whispering all fell silent in shock upon seeing this scene.
They even forgot to clock in.
What did they see?
That President Jiang, who is known for being indifferent to women and hates the blurring of lines between public and private matters.
He was holding tightly to the hand of his "rumored ex-girlfriend" at that moment.
Although his expression remained indifferent.
But that posture, that protective stance.
It is clearly a declaration of sovereignty.
"bite--"
The president's private elevator has arrived.
Jiang Ci swiped his card.
Wen Ning was pulled in.
The elevator doors slowly closed.
It shielded them from the inquiring, shocked, and envious gazes of those outside.
Inside the elevator.
There were only the two of them.
Jiang Ci did not let go.
Instead of loosening his grip, his fingers slid inside her sleeve.
He grasped her warm hand.
Their fingers are intertwined.
Wen Ning's hands were a little cold (because of nervousness and physical weakness).
Jiang Ci's hands were warm, dry, and strong.
A steady stream of body heat flowed through my palms.
Wen Ning leaned against the elevator wall.
Watching the numbers keep changing.
28...38...58...
She lowered her head.
Looking at the clothes that wrapped him up so tightly that he couldn't breathe.
He then looked at their clasped hands.
She suddenly understood what he meant.
He was hiding her.
She covered her marks and her pain with clothes, not wanting others to talk about her.
But he was showing her off.
In this high-profile way, tell everyone—
She is his.
Even if he is a sinner, he is Jiang Ci's sinner alone.
No one can bully her.