novelraw Chapter 0120 I won't allow you to wear red
Chapter 0120 I won't allow you to wear red
The air inside the haute couture store froze in that instant.
The store manager and several employees were so frightened that they turned pale and dared not even breathe.
They had never seen the rumored cold-blooded and restrained President Jiang reveal such an out-of-control and violent side.
Jiang Ci rushed to the front of the locker room in a few steps.
There was no gentlemanly conduct whatsoever, nor any hesitation whatsoever.
He grabbed the heavy velvet curtain and pulled it hard.
"Splash—"
The curtain was closed.
This completely isolated him, Wen Ning, and the room filled with red light from the outside world.
In the cramped locker room.
The space was cramped.
Jiang Ci cornered Wen Ning in front of the mirror.
His eyes were frighteningly red, and his chest was heaving violently.
He stared intently at the red dress she was wearing.
That splash of red, like a ball of fire, was scorching his reason, trying to drag him back to that hellish night three years ago.
"Take it off."
Jiang Ci's voice trembled, even carrying a barely perceptible pleading tone.
"Wen Ning, take it off..."
Wen Ning was frightened by his appearance.
"Jiang Ci... what's wrong? It's just a piece of clothing..."
He was rambling incoherently.
"I don't want to see it... I don't want to see it..."
As long as she wears that red dress, as long as she still looks so alluring.
He felt as if his heart was bleeding.
He felt that the next second, she would be arm in arm with another man and ruthlessly abandon him.
"Rip—!!!"
A sharp, tearing sound of fabric.
It exploded in the confined space.
Jiang Ci reached out his hand.
He grabbed the expensive velvet collar directly.
Pull hard.
A six-figure dress was as fragile as paper in his hands.
The shoulder strap broke.
The fabric ripped in the middle, revealing a large expanse of snow-white skin.
Wen Ning exclaimed in surprise.
"Jiang Ci!"
Jiang Ci did not stop.
He was like a tyrant who had gone mad.
In a few swift movements, the red dress that represented "betrayal" and "humiliation" was completely stripped off her body.
It was thrown hard onto the ground.
A pile of red fabric lay at his feet.
It looked like a pool of dead blood.
Jiang Ci looked as if he had just experienced a drowning.
He was breathing heavily, his chest heaving violently.
He looked at Wen Ning, who was only wearing underwear, and at the pile of red fabric on the ground.
"Don't wear this..."
His voice was terribly hoarse, with a strong nasal tone.
It sounded like a wounded wild beast whimpering.
"I won't allow you to wear red."
"Never."
Wen Ning's whole body stiffened.
She sensed it.
The arrogant man was now leaning on her shoulder, his whole body trembling violently.
He is afraid.
She was wrong.
She shouldn't have tested it.
The wound was so deep that the bone was visible.
Even after three years, it still bleeds profusely with the slightest touch.
"sorry……"
She reached out, wanting to hug him.
"Aci, I'm sorry... I won't wear it anymore, I'll never wear it again..."
Jiang Ci hugged her tightly.
They held on tightly.
It was as if he wanted to meld her into his body, to confirm that she was real and wouldn't leave.
a long time.
His breathing gradually calmed down.
He straightened up.
She didn't look at Wen Ning's face (because she was afraid of seeing the fear in her eyes).
He turned around and called out in a hoarse voice towards the outside of the curtain:
"Bring in the white one."
The curtain was lifted a crack.
A trembling hand reached in and handed over a white dust bag.
The store manager just went to get it.
Jiang Ci took the bag.
Unzip the zipper.
A pure white long dress was displayed in front of Wen Ning.
It was a dress with an extremely simple yet extremely complex design.
The design is simple, with a fitted fishtail silhouette and no unnecessary frills.
The material is intricate, covered with subtle patterns embroidered in silver thread, and the hem is inlaid with tiny pearls.
Holy.
elegant.
It looks like a wedding dress, or like angel wings.
Wen Ning was stunned.
This dress...
The design of this dress is exactly the same as a design sketch she saw three years ago.
That was during my sophomore year of college.
Jiang Ci drew it on draft paper.
He said, "I'll make you a dress like this someday, so you can wear it when I propose."
He... actually did it?
And it's still there now?
"Put them on."
Jiang Ci's voice returned to calm.
But beneath that calm lay a deeper, more profound emotion.
He handed her the skirt.
He even helped her put it on himself.
The zipper is at the back.
Jiang Ci turned around and walked behind her.
The warm fingertips brushed against the skin of her back, causing a shiver to run down her spine.
"Sizzle—"
The zipper was slowly pulled up.
Perfectly fitted.
The size is so perfect it looks like it was part of her body.
Jiang Ci looked at herself in the mirror.
All in pure white.
It washed away all the dust and glamour.
All that remained was his clean, soft, and pure form.
This is the real Wen Ning.
It's not that eldest daughter of the Zhou family.
It wasn't that heartless ex-girlfriend either.
But it belonged only to him... Wen Ning.
"Forget the past."
Jiang Ci lowered his head.
He rested his chin on her shoulder, looking at the two of them in the mirror.
One black and one white.
It was like being reborn.
"Starting today."
His voice was deep and solemn, carrying a sense of pronouncement.
"You're new."
"We... are new too."
Wen Ning looked at herself in the mirror.
I could no longer hold back my tears.
She raised her hand and covered his hand that was wrapped around her waist.
original.
He has never forgotten.
This white dress was prepared for Wen Ning back then.
It also gives her a chance to be reborn.
He was telling her this in a way:
Even if I hate you, even if I torment you.
But I still...
I want to marry you.