The antique girlfriend of a chaebol heir

After Shen Xiaoming went out to socialize, only Jiang Duo and Shen Ci remained in the living room.

Jiang Duo entered Shen Ci's bedroom for the first time.

The room wasn't big, but it was very tidy.

The air was filled with a faint, sweet fragrance that belonged to a young girl.

Jiang Duo's gaze swept around the room before finally settling on a photo album on the bookshelf.

He walked over, casually pulled it out, sat down on the soft chair next to the desk, and began flipping through the pages one by one.

The photo album records Shen Ci's growth trajectory—

There are childhood photos of her wearing a little skirt and pigtails, laughing on the grass and showing her missing front teeth; there are also photos of her in high school, looking youthful and innocent in her blue and white school uniform.

Jiang Duo's fingertip lingered on one of the pages.

The girl in the photo has exquisite makeup, wears a gorgeous dress, and poses flawlessly for the camera.

Looking at this photo, Jiang Duo suddenly recalled the first time he met Shen Ci.

Back then, she was just as exquisite and perfect, like a jade sculpture that had been carefully carved and enshrined in a shrine.

But even though she was dressed up so carefully, she didn't stir the slightest ripple in his heart.

It wasn't until later that he truly understood what "physiological attraction" meant.

I can't quit, I can't let go, I can't bear to part with it...

Unable to resist, he instinctively wanted to get closer to her.

He wanted to... possess her.

Jiang Duo paused slightly as he flipped through the photo album, a dark emotion flashing in his deep eyes.

He had his doubts.

Why can a person's personality change so drastically before and after?

What secret is hidden in this?

With his methods, if he wanted to investigate, he could certainly find out the truth.

but……

Jiang Duo gently stroked the edge of the photographic paper with his fingers, then closed the album and gently placed it back in its original position.

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and when he opened them again, the inquiry and doubt in his eyes had all transformed into an unfathomable tenderness.

The past is too far away.

So far back that he preferred to believe that the smiles in those photos belonged to someone else—a stranger he had never met and didn't need to meet.

And right now...

That is the true Shen Ci.

That's the person he truly loves and wants to spend the rest of his life with.

A short while later, Shen Ci brought in a small plate of fruit from outside and placed it on the table.

How did you know which floor I lived on?

Jiang Duo had only ever escorted her downstairs before, and had never asked for her exact address.

Jiang Duo leaned back in his chair, looking at her with a nonchalant smile playing on his lips: "Is this so hard to find out?"

Shen Ci was stunned for a moment, then found it funny.

Yes, with the Jiang family's power, checking a house number is indeed just a matter of a word.

Jiang Duo grabbed her hand at that moment.

His palms were warm and dry as he stroked the fine lines on the back of her hand.

Shen Ci instinctively tried to pull away, but he held her even tighter.

"Last night," he began, his voice lower, "Uncle Shen wasn't angry with you because of our relationship, was he?"

Shen Ci shook her head.

Her hair swayed gently with her movements, concealing the fleeting emotion in her eyes.

Jiang Duo stared at her.

His gaze traced her features inch by inch, as if confirming something.

After a moment, he spoke, his voice low and earnest:

"long."

He called her name, his tone carrying a solemnity she had never heard before.

"So, from now on, can you take our relationship seriously?"

In the past, although Shen Ci was nominally his girlfriend, she always backed down and never thought about loving him. When pushed too far, she would even threaten to break up with him.

They never made their relationship public, always leaving themselves an escape route.

But now, he has blocked her escape route...

Shen Ci's fingers curled slightly, and the fingertips of the hand he held in his palm were a little hot.

She didn't answer, but simply nodded slightly.

Jiang Duo's lips slowly curved upwards, and the light in his eyes shone like sparks ignited by the wind, gradually brightening.

With a slight pull, the hand holding hers tightened, and Shen Ci unexpectedly fell into his arms.

She gasped in surprise, but before she could struggle, Jiang Duo's arms had already firmly held her in place.

His palm rested on her slender waist, the pressure light but firm, leaving no room for escape.

He lowered his head, his nose brushing against her forehead, his warm breath caressing her cheek, and then he reverently kissed her eyebrows and eyes.

His kiss was light, as if afraid of disturbing something, yet it carried a long-suppressed, almost obsessive, tenderness.

First, a light touch between the eyebrows, like some kind of devout offering.

Then down, to her eyelashes, bridge of her nose, cheeks—he lingered on each spot, cherishing it, as if confirming her existence.

Shen Ci froze completely, even forgetting to breathe.

She could feel Jiang Duo's heartbeat, steady and powerful, pressed against her through the thin fabric of his clothes.

She instinctively closed her eyes, her eyelashes trembling violently.

His kiss finally landed on her lips.

At first, it was just a light taste; their lips touched, their breaths mingling.

Gradually, he deepened the kiss, cupping the back of her head with one hand, his fingertips sinking into her soft hair.

Shen Ci's hand, which had been resting on his chest, suddenly gripped the front of his shirt tightly, causing the fabric to wrinkle.

A long time passed.

Jiang Duo pulled back slightly, his forehead pressed against hers, breathing heavily in Shen Ci's ear. His breath was hot, with a slightly hoarse tremor.

"long."

He called her name, his voice so tender it seemed to want to entangle her.

"You have feelings for me, don't you?"

Shen Ci did not answer.

She lowered her eyelashes, not daring to look at him.

But her ears, so red they looked like they were about to bleed, betrayed all her secrets.

Jiang Duo looked at her bright red earlobes, and a smile gradually spread across his eyes, like a spring breeze brushing across a lake, incredibly gentle.

He lowered his head and gently bit that hot, soft spot.

Shen Ci froze, a very soft whimper escaping her throat, like a cat whose neck had been pinched, her breathing becoming erratic.

At that moment, Jiang Duo grasped her hand and, leading her, slowly lowered her down.

When Shen Ci touched that hot, hard spot, she felt as if she had been burned; her fingers suddenly curled up, and her whole body trembled.

She tried to pull her hand away, but he held it firmly, preventing her from moving.

Jiang Duo chuckled softly in her ear, his breath hot against her sensitive earlobe, his voice unusually hoarse.

"Youyou, I feel it too..."

Shen Ci finally couldn't take it anymore and got off him, her legs pressed against the bookshelf behind her, inevitably meeting his gaze.

That gaze left her nowhere to hide, more so than any interrogation.

He never concealed his desires from her, his frankness bordering on cruelty.

She suddenly felt like a chess piece pressed onto a chessboard, while the person opposite her had already set up a trap to firmly bind her.