novelraw Chapter 0163 Shameless Cohabitation
Chapter 0163 Shameless Cohabitation
The early summer morning light, filtering through the sheer white curtains, gently bathed the master bedroom bed.
It's no longer a cold, startling awakening.
There was no suffocating panic.
While sleeping, Wen Ning felt a warm, soft touch on her cheek.
It felt like something soft was rubbing against her.
From the forehead to the tip of the nose.
Finally, it landed precisely on her lips.
Tossing and turning, lingering.
It has a refreshing minty toothpaste flavor.
Wen Ning was a little short of breath from the kiss and opened her eyes groggily.
The first thing that catches the eye is Jiang Ci's magnified handsome face.
He had been awake for a while.
He was leaning on his side, looking down at her with an intense, unyielding smile and a deep longing in his eyes.
Seeing that she had opened her eyes, he leaned over and kissed her lips deeply.
"Good morning."
His voice was low and hoarse, with a hint of languor from just waking up.
Wen Ning was so sleepy that he could barely keep his eyes open.
She reached out and pressed her hand against his hard chest, pushing him away in disgust.
"Stop it... I want to sleep."
Before, she would even breathe carefully on this bed.
Now, she dares to push him with her eyes closed.
Jiang Ci didn't care about her rejection at all.
He lay down like a clingy, large dog.
He buried his head in the crook of her neck and wrapped his arms tightly around her waist.
He even rubbed his fluffy short hair against her chin.
"Sleep with me for another ten minutes."
He closed his eyes, his voice muffled, with a clear hint of coquetry.
"Just ten minutes."
The president of Limitless, a company worth hundreds of billions.
He is cold-blooded and ruthless on the outside, and decisive in killing.
At home, however, he's a shameless man who even needs to cling to his wife to get out of bed.
Wen Ning felt ticklish from his rubbing and couldn't help but laugh out loud.
She reached out and ruffled his short, soft hair.
"President Jiang, didn't you have a high-level meeting this morning?"
"It's cancelled."
Jiang Ci answered confidently and righteously.
"Let them open it in the afternoon."
"Right now, spending time with my wife is the most important thing."
He tightened his arms, holding her tightly in his embrace.
He greedily inhaled her scent.
This feeling of waking up every morning with her in my arms.
It's so addictive.
……
Three poles in the sun.
Wen Ning finally got up, washed up, and went downstairs.
A slight noise came from the kitchen.
Previously, Wen Ning always lived in fear and trepidation in this apartment.
I was afraid of making any noise that might displease him.
She cooked, washed dishes, and cleaned, acting like a humble servant, carefully trying to please him.
But now, it's all reversed.
Jiang Ci was wearing light gray loungewear with a dark apron tied around her waist.
He was standing in front of the kitchen counter, skillfully flipping the eggs in the frying pan.
In the pressure cooker next to it, soft and sticky pork rib porridge was simmering.
He turned around when he heard footsteps.
"woke up?"
He scooped the fried eggs into a plate and brought it to the table.
"Go wash your hands and get ready to eat."
Wen Ning leaned against the door frame, watching his busy figure.
My heart is overflowing with sweetness.
Jiang Ci now not only takes care of all the housework, but has even secretly enrolled in a cooking class.
His hands, which used to be used only for coding and holding pens.
Now I'm proficient at everything from chopping vegetables to tossing them in the wok.
After breakfast.
Wen Ning nestled on the sofa watching TV.
Jiang Ci naturally cleared away the dishes and took them into the kitchen to wash.
The water was flowing and making a gurgling sound.
It's warm and comforting.
After washing the dishes, Jiang Ci dried his hands and came out.
He picked up the tablet from the sofa, sat down on the single sofa, and began to process the financial statements that had piled up from last night.
After putting on blue light blocking glasses, his expression returned to its usual focus as he worked.
Wen Ning found television boring, so he turned it off, picked up his sketchbook, and started drawing.
After drawing for a while, she felt a little tired of the posture.
She shifted her position.
She stretched out her feet, clad in pure white cotton socks, with utmost naturalness.
Walk over the coffee table.
It rested directly on Jiang Ci's leg.
Jiang Ci's gaze remained fixed on the data on the screen.
His brows furrowed slightly, as if he were pondering some complex business logic.
He didn't even lift his head at the sudden weight on his legs.
However, his body reacted in the most instinctive way.
He freed one hand.
He naturally took Wen Ning's ankle.
He knew that her feet would ache easily after painting for a long time, and he also knew that she had a psychological trauma from her anklet in the past, and that the skin there was particularly sensitive.
Jiang Ci's fingertips were warm.
Through the thin cotton socks, I gently massaged the acupoints on her ankles and arches.
The movements are skillful.
The force was just right.
He was looking at financial statements worth hundreds of billions while giving his wife a foot massage.
There is no sense of violation and.
Wen Ning comfortably squinted her eyes.
As she sketched, she would occasionally rub her toes against the fabric of his trousers.
Jiang Ci wasn't annoyed. He simply patted her instep lightly and whispered a warning, "Stop fooling around."
Then continue to massage her.
This kind of tacit understanding and indulgence that doesn't require words.
It's more captivating than any sweet talk.
……
afternoon.
The sunlight gradually became lazy.
Wen Ning sat in front of the easel on the balcony.
Holding the palette, he hesitated to put pen to paper.
She got stuck.
No inspiration.
She put down her paintbrush in frustration and stood up.
He walked around the living room.
Jiang Ci was in the living room receiving an important overseas phone call.
He speaks fluent English at a very fast pace.
Wen Ning walked up behind him.
Unable to find inspiration, she began to unconsciously "mess around".
She reached out her finger and poked Jiang Ci's broad shoulder.
Jiang Ci didn't turn around, but instead grabbed her hand and held it in his palm.
He was still communicating with investors across the ocean.
Wen Ning was unwilling to accept this.
She withdrew her hand and walked around to face him.
She reached out her hands, cupped his face, and rubbed it until it was distorted.
The investor on the other end of the phone was reporting on the progress when he suddenly heard a slight gasp in his earpiece.
"Jiang? Are you listening?"
Jiang Ci looked helplessly at the woman causing trouble in front of him.
A sly glint flashed in her eyes, clearly intentional.
He said into the phone, "Hold on for a second."
Then, I pressed the mute button.
He put down his phone.
He grabbed Wen Ning's waist and lifted her up with a little force.
He placed it directly on his lap.
"Can't find inspiration, so you make fun of me?"
He pinched her waist, his eyes dangerous yet full of amusement.
Wen Ning straddled his lap, her arms wrapped around his neck.
Confident and self-assured.
"You said it yourself, I can do whatever I want in this house."
"I want to cause trouble right now."
Jiang Ci chuckled softly.
The vibrations in her chest came through her body.
"it is good."
He suddenly stood up.
He supported her waist and strode towards the balcony.
What are you doing?
Wen Ning exclaimed in surprise, instinctively clamping her legs tightly around his waist.
Jiang Ci walked to the easel.
They pinned her directly against the edge of the wooden easel.
Behind her was the canvas she had just laid out, and in front of her was his burning chest.
Sunlight streamed in from the side, casting a golden glow on the two of them.
Jiang Ci leaned on the easel with one hand.
He lowered his head and looked into her somewhat flustered eyes.
"Since there's no inspiration..."
His voice was hoarse, with a hint of eroticism that made one blush.
"Honey, I'll help you look for it."
Done.
He kissed her without saying a word.
It was a kiss that was both extremely aggressive and incredibly tender.
He pried open her lips and teeth, his tongue plunging deep inside.
It stole her breath.
Wen Ning's hands gripped the front of his shirt weakly, her body going limp from the kisses.
The air in the studio instantly heated up.
The turpentine smell of the paint mingled with the scent of the two people entwined.
Extremely ambiguous.
……
At this crucial moment, when the situation was tense and about to escalate into conflict, things were on the verge of turning violent.
"Ding-dong—"
The doorbell rang at an inopportune moment.
"Ding-dong! Brother Ci! Are you home?"
Along with the doorbell ringing came Zhang Annian's loud voice.
"There are several urgent supplementary documents for the listing process that you must sign now!"
on the balcony.
Jiang Ci abruptly stopped moving.
He buried his face in Wen Ning's neck, breathing heavily.
The veins on his forehead were throbbing.
Wen Ning blushed crimson and nudged his shoulder.
"Go open the door quickly..."
Jiang Ci gritted his teeth and closed his eyes.
"Get him out."
"No, business is more important."
Wen Ning crawled out of his arms and straightened her messy clothes and hair.
Jiang Ci took two deep breaths.
Filled with resentment and dissatisfaction, he walked to open the door with a dark expression.
The door opened.
Zhang Annian was holding up the folder, about to speak.
I looked up.
Then I saw my boss's face, so gloomy it looked like he wanted to kill me.
The white shirt was a little wrinkled, and two buttons at the collar were undone.
Even... there was a suspicious, light pink lipstick stain on the corner of her mouth.
Let's look further inside.
On the balcony of the living room, my sister-in-law, Wen Ning, was tidying up her drawing board with her back to us.
Although her face was not clearly visible, her bright red ears and slightly flustered movements said it all.
in the air.
It was filled with a rich, cloyingly sweet pink bubble.
Zhang Annian: "..."
It seems he arrived at the wrong time.
"Which one should I sign?"
Jiang Ci coldly uttered two words.
His gaze was like a knife scraping across Zhang Annian's face.
Zhang Annian was so startled that his hand trembled. He quickly opened the document and pointed to the blank space.
"Here...here, and here..."
Jiang Ci took the pen and signed his name with a flourish.
Then he slapped the document back into Zhang Annian's arms.
"Don't come knocking on my door on weekends from now on."
"Send an email if you need anything."
Done.
With a "bang".
The door slammed shut without hesitation.
It almost hit Zhang Annian's nose.
Zhang Annian stood in the corridor, holding the documents.
He touched his nose.
Recalling the scene inside the room, he couldn't help but shake his head.
Thinking back to three years ago, Ci Ge was like an emotionless machine.
Thinking back to a few months ago, Ci Ge was like a tyrant who could go crazy at any moment.
Let's look at it now.
She can cook, give foot massages, and gets furious when her kissing is interrupted.
Zhang Annian stepped into the elevator and let out a long sigh.
"Why."
"This is what a human life should be like."