novelraw Chapter 0113 Instinct When Stomach Aches
Chapter 0113 Instinct When Stomach Aches
One o'clock in the morning.
Apartment study.
Only one table lamp was turned on.
A dim, yellowish light enveloped the huge black desk.
Jiang Ci is still working.
This week, he was practically risking his life to fill that bottomless pit for that IPO plan.
There was a transoceanic conference tonight, which just ended recently.
He leaned back in his chair and pinched the bridge of his nose.
Beside me was a cup of espresso that had long since gone cold, and half a bottle of whiskey.
Alcohol and caffeine.
This was the poison that had sustained him for the past three years, but it was also the culprit that destroyed his stomach.
Wen Ning sat on the sofa carpet next to him, helping him organize the messy pile of meeting minutes.
She was so sleepy she could barely keep her eyes open, and her head was nodding off.
Sudden.
"Clang—"
A muffled thud.
Wen Ning suddenly woke up with a start.
She looked up.
Jiang Ci's pen fell onto the marble tabletop.
He looked as if his bones had been removed, curled up in the large leather chair.
One hand was pressed tightly against his stomach, his knuckles turning white from the excessive force.
Fine beads of cold sweat instantly appeared on his forehead and slid down his pale cheeks.
"Jiang Ci!"
Wen Ning's heart stopped for a second.
That familiar, chilling sense of fear caused her mind to go completely blank for a moment.
All that's left is the body's instinct.
She threw down the documents, not even bothering to put on her shoes, and rushed over barefoot.
"What's wrong?"
She held his shoulders, her voice trembling.
"Is your stomach hurting again?"
Jiang Ci was in so much pain that he couldn't speak.
The cramping pain felt like a hand was tearing my stomach apart.
He gritted his teeth and let out a suppressed groan.
His face was as pale as paper.
Seeing him like this, Wen Ning's eyes instantly reddened.
She didn't wander around aimlessly like a headless fly.
At this moment.
His spirit has possessed him again, the "girlfriend" who took care of him three years ago.
She turned and rushed into the living room.
That's the second drawer under the TV cabinet.
She remembered that the medicine box had always been there.
Open the drawer.
Sure enough.
She searched skillfully.
It wasn't painkillers (which hurt the stomach), but rather the gastric mucosa protectant in that white bottle, along with a box of stomach-soothing powder based on it.
That was a brand he used to frequent.
Wen Ning took the medicine and rushed back to the kitchen.
Boil water.
Add cold water.
She tested the temperature of the water droplets on the inside of her wrist.
Not too hot, just right.
She carried the water and medicine and ran back to the study.
"Jiang Ci, take your medicine."
She knelt on the carpet beside his legs and held the pill to his lips.
His voice carried an unconscious comforting tone, just like it had back then.
Jiang Ci was in so much pain that her consciousness became somewhat blurred.
But he could smell the faint scent of shower gel on her.
He opened his mouth and swallowed the pill.
The warm water flowed down my throat.
But the medicine doesn't work that quickly.
The excruciating pain continues.
His body was still twitching slightly.
Seeing his pained expression, Wen Ning felt her heart breaking.
She put down the cup.
did not leave.
She stretched out her hands.
First, they breathed on each other and then rubbed each other's hands together.
Rub your palms together until they are warm.
then.
She slipped her hand under the hem of his shirt.
It was applied to his cold, tense stomach.
Jiang Ci's body stiffened for a moment.
"Don't move."
Wen Ning said in a low voice.
"Let me rub it for you... it won't hurt anymore if I rub it."
She knelt up straight so that he could lean against her.
With warm, firm pressure, gently massage his stomach in a clockwise direction.
The movements were gentle, yet methodical.
That was a massage technique she had learned specifically for him.
"call……"
"call……"
Jiang Ci leaned against her.
The excruciating pain seemed to be relieved somewhat by her body temperature and massage.
The tense muscles slowly relaxed.
The study was very quiet.
Only the sound of their breathing could be heard.
Jiang Ci opened his eyes.
My vision is a little blurry.
He tilted his head slightly upwards.
I saw Wen Ning's face.
She lowered her head, staring intently at his stomach, her brows furrowed.
Her eyes were red-rimmed, and tears still clung to her eyelashes.
That was genuine anxiety and heartache that couldn't be faked.
Jiang Ci's heart felt as if it had been violently struck by something.
This feeling.
too familiar.
It was so familiar to him that it gave him the illusion of time flowing backward.
It's as if those three years never existed.
It was as if she had never left.
It's as if she's still that little drama queen who only has eyes for him.
"Ningning..."
He called out instinctively.
Wen Ning paused for a moment.
But soon she continued massaging.
While pressing, she sniffled and complained softly with a sob in her voice:
"Why are you so disobedient..."
"I've already told you not to drink on an empty stomach..."
"Are you made of iron? Why are you putting yourself through this..."
Talking on and on.
It was all complaints.
Yet every word and phrase was filled with love.
Jiang Ci did not refute.
He stretched out his hand.
He took her hand that was resting on his stomach.
It wasn't removed.
Instead, it was held down tightly.
It's as if they want to brand this hand onto their body forever.
"pain."
He looked at her, his voice hoarse, carrying a hint of vulnerability.
"I know it hurts..."
Wen Ning's tears fell and landed on his shirt.
"Don't do that again... do you hear me?"
Jiang Ci looked at her tears.
The strong mental fortress that was once built up in my heart, the one that said "she doesn't love me."
at this point.
A huge crack appeared.
If you don't love.
This subconscious action involved searching for medicine, testing the water temperature, and massaging the area.
This is an instinct so practiced it's ingrained in one's very bones.
These are the tears that have fallen.
And for what reason?
Is it also acting?
If it's acting, then her acting skills are simply too good.
So good...
Even her heartbeat fooled him.
"Um."
Jiang Ci closed her eyes and buried her face in her soft sweater.
I took a deep breath of her scent.
"I heard you."
This moment.
He didn't want to think about the betrayals and hatred.
He just wanted to savor this moment of warmth.
Even if it's poison.
He was happy to do it.