CHAPTER 127: CHAPTER 127: NO ENTRY ALLOWED

"Are you going with her?" Jiang Jingming sat beside Sang Yu, reaching out to wrap Sang Yu’s slender waist.

Sang Yu laid back into Jiang Jingming’s embrace: "Yeah, that’s right."

"What about me?" His tone carried a hint of grievance.

Sang Yu looked up at Jiang Jingming, smiling: "What do you mean ’what about’? Jiang Jingming, I’ve been sticking with you every single day lately."

Recently, Jiang Jingming had vacation time and spent every day at home pestering Sang Yu, causing her to be unable to submit her sketches.

Not only did she have to submit drawings to the newspaper, but she also needed to create designs for the cheongsam collection.

Jiang Jingming actually wanted to say she shouldn’t tire herself out so much, considering his salary was more than enough to support Sang Yu well, and besides his salary, he had other sources of income too.

But seeing Sang Yu so focused when drawing, he knew she truly loved the work, so he didn’t say anything.

"Not enough." Jiang Jingming hugged Sang Yu, burying his head in her neck, greedily inhaling her scent.

Sang Yu felt a little ticklish, dodging away: "What do you mean, not enough? Jiang Jingming, aren’t you worried you’ll get tired of me?"

Jiang Jingming shook his head: "No, never. I feel it’s never enough; I want to be with you all my life, every moment."

Sang Yu looked down to scrutinize the man: "Jiang Jingming, who taught you to say such things?"

Could these words really come from a man like Jiang Jingming?

Jiang Jingming: "No one taught me; it’s spontaneous."

Sang Yu gave Jiang Jingming a slight push: "Stop it, don’t stick to me, I can’t draw."

Jiang Jingming took away Sang Yu’s drawing and said: "Darling, don’t draw anymore, come draw me instead."

"Hmm?" Sang Yu looked at Jiang Jingming with bewilderment.

The man flashed a mischievous smile and then picked Sang Yu up horizontally.

Sang Yu gasped in surprise, instinctively wrapping her arms around the man’s neck.

"Jiang Jingming, what are you doing?"

Jiang Jingming: "You."

Sang Yu was stunned for a moment, then she realized: "Jiang Jingming! It’s broad daylight right now!"

Jiang Jingming, unhearing, headed upstairs: "I know."

"What are you doing right now?" Sang Yu struggled.

But clearly, her strength amounted to nothing before Jiang Jingming.

"Punishing you."

Sang Yu paused: "Punishing me? What did I do wrong?"

Jiang Jingming’s steps halted, as he looked down at Sang Yu in his arms, curling his lips: "You’ll find out soon."

A door closed, followed by sounds that would make one blush.

...

The consequence was Sang Yu ignored Jiang Jingming for the entire day, not even letting him into the room at night.

Jiang Jingming looked at the tightly closed door, knocking: "Little Yu."

Sang Yu’s voice came from inside: "Don’t knock anymore, you’re not allowed to sleep in the room tonight."

Jiang Jingming softly said: "Little Yu, I’m sorry, I know I’m wrong, could you please open the door?"

"No way, don’t knock anymore, I’m not opening the door," Sang Yu’s voice came from inside.

Jiang Jingming: "Little Yu, I really realize it now, I promise there won’t be a next time."

Sang Yu won’t believe him anymore: "Stop talking, tonight you’re not coming in."

Jiang Jingming saw that Sang Yu indeed wouldn’t open the door for him, thought a moment, and then turned to leave.

Sang Yu listened to the footsteps gradually getting farther away and didn’t bother with it; anyway, Jiang Jingming wasn’t coming into the room today.

It was truly too much, in broad daylight doing such things.

Just as Sang Yu thought Jiang Jingming had given up, sounds came from the window, prompting her to look, only to see Jiang Jingming appearing by the window.

"How did you get up here?" Sang Yu looked at Jiang Jingming at the window, this was the second floor.

Jiang Jingming jumped down from the window, "Don’t mention the second floor, even if it’s the fifth, as long as I want to come up, I can."

Sang Yu didn’t care: "I said you’re not allowed to sleep in the room tonight."

Jiang Jingming hugged Sang Yu, speaking gently: "I can’t sleep without you beside me."

Sang Yu tried hard to push Jiang Jingming away: "Stop that."

Yet Jiang Jingming held Sang Yu tightly, refusing to let go: "I mean it, without you, I really can’t sleep."

Sang Yu: "Then promise, no touching."

Jiang Jingming hesitated for a moment.

Seeing this, Sang Yu pushed Jiang Jingming away: "Then leave."

Jiang Jingming compromised: "Alright, alright, I promise you, I won’t touch, is that okay?"

Sang Yu: "I don’t believe you."

Jiang Jingming: "I swear, if I touch, I’ll be barred from this room for a week, how about that?"

Sang Yu looked suspiciously at Jiang Jingming: "Really?"

Jiang Jingming: "I swear."

Seeing Jiang Jingming like this, Sang Yu agreed to let him stay.

Perhaps truly worried about not being allowed to sleep with Sang Yu for a week, Jiang Jingming did behave well that night, keeping his hands to himself.

Sang Yu also passed a safe night.

The next day, Xu Ru’an came early to find Sang Yu, his face looking slightly weary.

"You didn’t stay up all night?" Sang Yu looked at Xu Ru’an in that condition.

Xu Ru’an yawned, nodding: "Yeah, didn’t sleep."

Sang Yu had the look of "I knew it": "How are you feeling now? Want to rest a bit first?"

Xu Ru’an shook his head: "Forget it, can’t sleep anyway. Let’s go."

Sang Yu heard and nodded: "Alright, let’s go then."

Jiang Jingming came out with keys: "I’ll drive you."

Sang Yu glanced at Xu Ru’an, Xu Ru’an nodded.

"Then sorry to trouble Brother Jiang."

Jiang Jingming took Sang Yu and Xu Ru’an to their destination, and then he got out too.

Sang Yu looked at Jiang Jingming: "Aren’t you going back?"

Jiang Jingming walked to Sang Yu’s side: "Lu Yao invited me."

In fact, Jiang Jingming had specially called Lu Yao.

Sang Yu gave Jiang Jingming a suspicious look.

Jiang Jingming’s face was as usual, without a hint of guilt.

At this moment, Meng Wencheng and the others arrived too.

"Ru’an, Comrade Sang Yu." Meng Wencheng greeted Sang Yu and Xu Ru’an.

But Meng Wencheng felt a chill all over his body.

Though the weather indeed turned cold, it shouldn’t be this cold, he was wearing quite a lot today.

He raised his gaze, meeting Jiang Jingming’s eyes.

"This is..."

Sang Yu explained: "This is my husband."

Meng Wencheng looked at Jiang Jingming, his expression a bit complicated and somewhat guilty: "Hello, my name is Meng Wencheng."

Jiang Jingming’s expression was bland, looking at Meng Wencheng’s extended hand, after a while he shook it: "Hello, Jiang Jingming."

Xu Ru’an sensed the atmosphere between them was a bit odd, and Sang Yu felt it too.

But this should be their first meeting.

Why was the atmosphere so strange?

Yet intuition told Sang Yu things could worsen if they continued this way, "Shall we go in then?"