The antique girlfriend of a chaebol heir

Summer in the ancient city of Yangzhou is humid and hot, with the sound of cicadas mixed with the aged smell of earth and bamboo slips.

Shen Ci has been living next to this newly unearthed Han Dynasty tomb with Professor Cai's team for more than half a month.

During the day, wrapped in sun-protective clothing and wearing masks, they squatted under the shed at the archaeological site, using soft brushes to carefully clean the wooden slips that had just been peeled from the silt.

The ink on the bamboo slips had been soaked in water for two thousand years, becoming blurred like tear stains. The team used cold light to identify, number, and photograph each character for archiving.

Back at the hotel at night, everyone was so tired that they didn't even have the energy to take a shower, and they fell asleep as soon as their heads hit the pillow.

Although the days of working non-stop were tiring, they were also fulfilling.

Before this summer, Shen Ci had just obtained her master's degree certificate, and she will officially become a doctoral student after the holiday ends.

The bus slowly came to a stop in front of the hotel, and the team members, dragging their tired bodies, filed out one after another.

Shen Ci walked at the back, carrying a stack of newly printed interpretation manuscripts.

Then she saw the car.

A black Rolls-Royce was parked next to the stone lions at the hotel entrance, its headlights shining directly at us.

The car door was pushed open from the inside.

A foot in a handmade leather shoe stepped onto the ground, followed by neatly pressed trousers, and then the person walked out.

Jiang Duo.

He was thinner than when he got married three years ago, but his shoulders and back were broader, like a sword honed by time and the business world, hidden in his suit, yet exuding sharpness without making a sound.

The shirt sleeves were rolled up to the forearms, revealing a section of strong wrist, with a simple silver wedding ring on the ring finger.

That face, weathered by years of experience in the business world, had lost its last trace of youthful naiveté. Its jawline was sharp and defined, its eyes deep-set, and it exuded the composed aura of someone long accustomed to a position of power.

But when his gaze swept across the crowd and landed on Shen Ci, his aura suddenly softened.

It's like spring water flowing beneath the ice.

Shen Ci stood on the steps of the bus, stunned for a moment, and the corners of her lips involuntarily curved up. The fatigue of the past few days seemed to be swept away in that instant.

She got out of the car and went to Professor Cai and several senior students who were craning their necks to look around: "Professor Cai, everyone, I won't be able to go to the dinner with you all in a little while."

Professor Cai followed her gaze and, seeing the conspicuous car and people over there, immediately revealed a knowing smile.

He waved his hand with a smile, his tone full of elder's affection and teasing: "Go on, go on, President Jiang has come all this way to pick you up, we won't be the third wheel."

"Thank you, Teacher Cai."

Shen Ci smiled and thanked him, then turned around and started walking towards Jiang Duo.

The night breeze ruffled the hem of her dress.

With each step she took closer, the smile in Jiang Duo's eyes deepened.

Just as she walked up to him and stopped, Jiang Duo suddenly stepped forward, stretched out his long arm, and pulled her tightly into his arms.

His embrace carried a familiar, faint woody scent, warm yet domineering.

"Wife," his deep voice whispered in her ear, filled with deep affection, "I've finally met you."

Shen Ci buried her face in his chest and gently rubbed against him.

"...Why are you here?"

Her voice was a little hoarse, "Yangzhou is so far away, and you have a merger and acquisition meeting tomorrow..."

"It's been pushed..."

He spoke casually, tightening his grip on her arm and holding her even closer.

"Mrs. Jiang."

His chin rested on the top of her head, his voice tender and lingering:

Happy third wedding anniversary.

At the hotel entrance, Professor Cai's team members were still peeking around.

Someone raised their phone to take a picture, but Professor Cai slapped them on the arm: "What are you looking at? Haven't you ever seen a young couple being affectionate? Let's go eat!"

……

As night deepened, only a dim floor lamp remained lit in the presidential suite.

Jiang Duo loosened his tie and sat down next to Shen Ci.

The sofa sank slightly as he reached out and grasped her wrist, his fingertips gently kneading her slender fingers, stroking each one from root to tip.

"Are you tired?" he asked.

Shen Ci leaned back on the sofa, looking at him with half-closed eyes.

The light shone down from above his head, outlining a blurry silhouette.

She shook her head, her voice tinged with a hint of languor: "It's alright, I'll be able to go back to Beijing in a few days."

Jiang Duo didn't say anything, but simply lifted her calf and placed it on his knee.

His palm covered her calf, skillfully pushing and pressing upwards. His palm was warm, and the force was transmitted through the thin fabric, bringing a strange and pleasant sensation amidst the tingling and numbness.

"Turn around." He patted her waist.

Shen Ci obediently turned over and half-lay on the large sofa.

The velvet fabric felt cool against my cheeks.

Jiang Duo knelt beside her, placing his hands on her shoulders and neck.

His long, strong fingers accurately found the stiff muscles in the gap between her shoulder blades and kneaded them slowly and deliberately.

"Mmm..." Shen Ci hummed comfortably through her nose, like a cat being stroked.

The hands were initially quite orderly, moving down along the acupoints on both sides of the spine, pressing in a circular motion at each point.

But gradually, the temperature of the palm seemed to rise higher and higher, and the trajectory of its movement began to deviate from the right path.

The pressure gradually lessened, changing from kneading to a barely perceptible caress, like a feather brushing against the heart, stirring a subtle shiver.

Shen Ci shuddered as his fingers traced her lower back.

The hand continued upwards, moving slowly and deliberately, with the fingertips applying slight pressure; even through the fabric, one could feel the lines on his palm.

Shen Ci's heart skipped a beat, and the tips of her ears quietly began to burn.

She turned around, placed her hand against his chest, and said in a soft, pleading voice, "Don't bully me..."

Jiang Duo's eyes darkened slightly as he looked at her.

He narrowed his eyes, and instead of backing away, he took the opportunity to grab her hand that was pressed against her chest, while his other hand was even more unrestrained.

His voice was extremely low, with a deep hoarseness: "Youyou, this is what you call bullying."

As soon as he finished speaking, he leaned down and kissed her.

Before long, the girl in his arms was "bullied" until her cheeks were flushed, she was covered in a light sweat, and even her eyelashes were wet.

Jiang Duo's Adam's apple bobbed, and he picked her up and carried her straight into the bathroom.

In fact, Jiang Duo's initial idea was quite simple.

It's just a matter of feasting my eyes, taking a quick rub, and relieving the pain of missing you for the past two weeks.

He knew she had been working hard these past few days and couldn't force her to do strenuous exercise. He just wanted to help her get clean and then carry her back to bed for a good night's sleep.

He squeezed some shower gel into his palm, lathered it up, and started applying it from her shoulders.

The white foam made her skin appear even more radiant and lustrous.

His hand slid down her back, his movements restrained, but his gaze grew increasingly dark.

Shen Ci had her back to him, and the moisture from the water blurred her vision.

She could clearly feel the warmth of his chest pressed against her back. At first, his hands were carefully washing her, but gradually, their movements changed.

His lips landed on her damp shoulder, then traced a path to behind her ear, his warm breath caressing her sensitive skin.

"Jiang Duo..." she called his name softly, her voice trembling at the end.