CHAPTER 85: CHAPTER 85: THE ANTICIPATED WEDDING NIGHT

"Are you satisfied?"

He had asked the same question that morning.

How was she supposed to answer?

Jiang Jingming looked at Sang Yu in a daze and couldn’t help but chuckle softly, kissing the corner of her lips.

His voice was gentle, "Can we continue now?"

Could she say no? It seemed even if she said no, he wouldn’t agree.

The only covering left on her body scattered to the ground, their clothes intertwined.

Her body felt like it was on fire, as if she was in a scorching furnace.

Later, she felt like a small boat drifting in the sea.

She didn’t know how long it took for the waves on the sea surface to gradually calm down.

Outside the window, the moon slowly rose, casting its light through the window.

It fell on the overlapping silhouettes on the red wedding bed, two figures completely merged into one.

The moon couldn’t help but shy away, hiding behind the clouds.

At some point, the moon had traversed half the sky, and the movements inside the room gradually calmed down.

Jiang Jingming held the person in his arms and let out a satisfied sigh.

Desire from the aftermath still lingered in his eyes.

The person in his arms seemed as though they’d been pulled out of the water, with even their hair damp, already in a deep sleep.

He felt a bit guilty, he had been too indulgent today.

He carried the person in his arms to the bathroom to clean them up before bringing them back to the original room.

He kissed the person in his arms, then fell into a content sleep.

...

Sang Yu woke up the next day around noon; when she awoke, it was already eleven o’clock.

She moved a little and felt as if she’d been run over by a big truck.

The novel didn’t lie, her whole body felt like there wasn’t a single good spot.

Even her arms were too heavy to lift.

She vaguely remembered last night; he had gone at it over and over, each time lasting more than half an hour, and she felt like a fish flipped over repeatedly on the cutting board.

Until she finally fainted, he continued.

She remembers nothing beyond that.

But she woke up this morning without any sticky feeling, so it must be because he had cleaned her.

The room had changed too.

But of course, without changing the bed, she wouldn’t have been able to sleep.

She lay on the bed, her stomach was already a bit hungry, but she couldn’t get out of bed.

Downstairs, Jiang Jingming received a call from He Xiulan.

"Has Xiao Yu gotten up?" He Xiulan asked.

Jiang Jingming looked at the quiet second floor and said, "Not yet, what’s up?"

He Xiulan knew it and was a bit annoyed, "I forgot to tell you last night, your uncle didn’t say anything either and just drank."

Jiang Jingming was puzzled.

He Xiulan said, "Xiao Yu’s health is weak and can’t be trifled with. You have to pay attention and cherish Xiao Yu, don’t just think about yourself, do you understand?"

Back when Jiang Chunhe married Wei Jin, He Xiulan had warned them countless times.

As a result, Wei Jin also got up very late the next day.

It wasn’t until she returned home last night that she remembered this situation and asked Jiang Songwen.

Jiang Songwen hadn’t mentioned it either.

She wanted to call, but she was afraid of interfering.

So she could only call now, and it seems last night Jiang Jingming also lacked restraint.

Otherwise, how could she still not be up by this time?

Moreover, looking at Jiang Jingming, he seemed even more vigorous than Jiang Chunhe, but Sang Yu’s delicate arms and legs wouldn’t withstand it.

Feigning innocence, Jiang Jingming wiped his nose: too late.

But he still promised to pay attention in the future.

After hanging up, Jiang Jingming went upstairs.

He opened the door and saw Sang Yu lying in bed with her eyes open.

"Awake?"

Seeing the man’s vibrant face, Sang Yu turned her head away.

Why? He was the one who moved last night?

Why was he full of energy while she felt like a dying fish?

Feeling a bit guilty, Jiang Jingming approached her coaxingly, "I’m sorry, I was too indulgent last night. It won’t happen again."

Sang Yu said nothing, glaring at him.

Jiang Jingming kissed her eyes and said, "I truly know I was wrong; you can punish me whatever way you like, okay?"

Finally, Sang Yu spoke, "No touching for a month."

She discovered her voice was terribly hoarse, like someone who had spent a long time in the desert without drinking water.

A month was too little; two months would be more like it.

A month? A week’s impossible, for a man who’s had a taste, even a day is difficult.

Jiang Jingming held Sang Yu’s soft fingers, "Choose another, anything but that."

Sang Yu wanted to pull her finger back, but she had no strength.

She closed her eyes, not looking at him.

"Last night was my first time, so I lost control a bit, but you can’t completely blame me for that."

Sang Yu glared at him, incredulous—is he blaming her?

Sure enough, once men get what they want, they stop cherishing it.

Jiang Jingming continued, "You are too beautiful, so I couldn’t help myself."

Summoning some mysterious strength, Sang Yu covered his mouth, "Don’t say nonsense."

Was this still the man she had just met?

Could he have been swapped?

Jiang Jingming’s eyes curved with a smile.

Sang Yu glared at him with a delicate pout, "I’m hungry."

Jiang Jingming tapped her nose indulgently, "Do you want to go down to eat or stay here?"

Sang Yu gave up, "Eat here."

Jiang Jingming said, "Alright, I’ll go get it."

He brought the prepared lunch upstairs.

Feeding Sang Yu one bite at a time.

Sang Yu accepted his service with peace of mind; she had to give him some small punishment.

For bullying her so much last night.

After lunch, they rested a while before Sang Yu felt sleepy again.

Jiang Jingming lifted the covers on the other side of the bed, and Sang Yu became immediately defensive, "What are you doing? I haven’t rested enough."

Jiang Jingming laughed, "Darling, as much as I adore you and long for another night together, I’m not yet a beast. I’ll just nap with you."

Realizing she’d misunderstood, Sang Yu felt a little embarrassed, but he had been such a freak before.

Jiang Jingming indeed did nothing more and napped with Sang Yu.

...

"Sang Yu? Little Fish? Interesting." In the office, a man held a cigar between his fingers.

"We have a batch of goods arriving soon. Shall we inform them to proceed as planned?"

"For now, don’t act rashly. Although our previous actions have shifted their attention, it’s still uncertain whether they’ve truly let down their guard. Let them stay quiet for a few days. Once this batch of goods is traded successfully, there will be plenty of benefits."

"Understood."

"Keep an eye on Sang Yu."

"Got it."

[Who looks forward to the wedding night?

Of course, our protagonist!

The wedding night definitely calls for a nighttime update.

Alright, I almost forgot to post this.

I hope the content won’t get me into trouble.]