Marriage is long and desires are strong

Qin Xiaoye chuckled softly, a resonance emanating from his chest that sent a tingling sensation to Jiang Wei's ear: "I won't do it."

Jiang Wei clung to his shirt, her voice soft and muffled, "Then why did you come back?"

Qin Xiaoye said slowly and softly, "I'll sleep with you."

Jiang Wei said softly, "Huh? Isn't sleeping considered doing something?"

Qin Xiaoye said in a deep voice, "Sleeping is sleeping."

"If you're not going to use my clothes, you might as well use me."

"Behave yourself and stop molesting me."

Jiang Wei paused for a moment, then said, "Oh..."

She was puzzled: "Why? I can..."

Why do you always reject people? Don't they feel embarrassed?

Qin Xiaoye stared at her: "Because if the wound doesn't heal, it will tear more and more."

"Do it tomorrow."

Jiang Wei: "Oh. But..."

Qin Xiaoye seemed to have read Jiang Wei's mind, and his voice slowly entered her ear, as pleasant as the sound of pattering rain: "Don't use one kind of pain to cover up another kind of pain, you'll get used to it."

Jiang Wei froze, her mind going blank for a moment.

How did he know?

Qin Xiaoye stretched out his long arm, steadily wrapped his arms around her waist, pulled her into his embrace, held her tightly in his arms, and turned to walk towards the villa.

The stone path underfoot was covered with layers of fallen pink flowers. Every step I took crunched over the soft petals, and a faint fragrance filled the air.

The cool moonlight melted into a soft, clear glow, intertwining with the cool evening breeze, gently swaying around the two figures, a thin, pale white halo enveloping their overlapping silhouettes.

The delicate, pale pink blossoms on the branches were blown away by the wind, their petals fluttering gently, carrying a faint fragrance, as they slowly fell between the two of them.

As Qin Xiaoye walked, he asked in a low, husky voice, "Have you ever traded stocks?"

Jiang Wei whispered, "No."

Qin Xiaoye asked slowly and deliberately, "Do you know what kind of people jump off rooftops?"

Jiang Wei: "Who is it?"

Qin Xiaoye: "Some people who lose money in the stock market will sell their houses, borrow money, and continue to invest more. Some people will even leverage their investments tenfold."

"Tenfold leverage means that if you have 100,000 yuan, you can treat it as 1 million yuan; your funds can be multiplied by 10."

"This means that both the returns and risks are magnified tenfold."

Jiang Wei swayed in his arms, her face pressed against his chest, his firm muscles soft and elastic. Every time Qin Xiaoye spoke, a slight, tingling resonance resonated in his chest.

She responded softly, "Mmm."

Her breath slowly curled up onto Qin Xiaoye's nose.

Qin Xiaoye continued, "If these people make a single wrong decision, they will be wiped out and forced to liquidate their positions immediately."

"At this point, he will have no money left."

"He was burdened with debt, so he had no choice but to jump."

Jiang Wei didn't understand why Qin Xiaoye suddenly mentioned investing in stocks, since she didn't invest in stocks.

The moment Qin Xiaoye stepped into the villa, the dim moonlight outside instantly transformed into the light of a crystal chandelier, illuminating his face with a clear and indifferent expression.

He spoke slowly and deliberately: "Don't use one problem to solve another; that will only make the problem bigger."

"Many people, when they encounter a pit, will dig it even bigger, not realizing that they will only delay the problem from exploding, but will instead cause an even bigger bomb to explode."

"The wound too. The pain, too."

"Fill the holes slowly, and heal the wounds slowly."

"You should replace pain with comfort, not replace pain with more pain."

Jiang Wei gripped the fabric of Qin Xiaoye's suit jacket tightly, her palms damp.

She said in a low, muffled voice, "I understand."

Qin Xiaoye chuckled softly, "However, thank you for the invitation anyway."

"I'm very happy."

Jiang Wei said in a low voice, "Thank you, Qin Xiaoye."

She felt understood and comforted, which put her at ease.

A faint, sweet sensation slowly crept up on me.

Qin Xiaoye replied in a low, husky voice, "Yes, you're welcome, Miss Jiang."

"I won't let you have that tomorrow."

"Crying won't help. Actually, you look quite pretty when you cry, and your screams sound nice too."

Jiang Wei bit her lip, her expression suggestive: "Mr. Qin, your voice is also quite pleasant."

Qin Xiaoye grunted softly, his panting in my ear, sweat dripping down his face, his muscles slowly bulging, both alluring and seductive.

Qin Xiaoye chuckled softly, "Thank you for the compliment, Miss Jiang. I'm glad you like it."

"You still haven't said what flavor you like?"

"How about spaghetti bolognese flavor?"

Jiang Wei was taken aback: "Huh? Want to eat?"

Qin Xiaoye spoke slowly, his crude remarks tinged with a dignified air: "Eating is fine too, if you like it, I don't mind."

"Yes, I like it too."

"If you don't like it, I'll eat it. You should like it."

Jiang Wei: ...

The image of Qin Xiaoye kneeling flashed before her eyes, and her face flushed instantly.

Qin Xiaoye held her in his arms and slowly climbed the stairs, his body swaying slightly with each step, the person in his arms rising and falling gently with him.

Qin Xiaoye's masculine scent gradually intensified, accompanied by an uncontrollable possessiveness.

Jiang Wei asked softly, "Was that eight million a mistake?"

The money should have been deposited into the adoptive mother's account.

Qin Xiaoye said in a low voice, "Hmm? No."

"This call was for you. I'll call you again in the future."

Jiang Wei tightened her grip: "Oh."

If the Jiang family realizes what's happening, they'll come looking for her.

But... it's fine.

Qin Xiaoye paused, then asked in a steady voice, "Do you need me to handle the Jiang family's affairs?"

Jiang Wei said softly, "No need, thank you. I can manage on my own."

Qin Xiaoye said in a low voice, "Hmm. If you cry again because of the Jiang family, I'm going to go find them."

Jiang Wei gripped his clothes tightly and said, "Mmm."

She whispered, "How do I find it?"

Qin Xiaoye chuckled softly, a hint of danger unconsciously emanating from him, and slowly uttered three words: "Try to persuade him."

When he reached the bedroom door, he kicked it open, strode in, placed Jiang Wei on the soft bed, and gently rubbed her face: "I'm going to take a shower."

Jiang Wei sank into the soft bed and touched her face, which Qin Xiaoye had rubbed against; it was rough and felt like it was being brushed against.

Qin Xiaoye took off his black suit, loosely pulled off his gray tie, and then used his well-defined fingers to unbutton his dark gray shirt one button at a time.

Warm-toned lights slanted down, landing on Qin Xiaoye's strong, well-defined muscles.

The varying shades of shadow spread lightly across his muscles, making Qin Xiaoye's well-defined chest and abdominal muscles appear even more three-dimensional and attractive, both alluring and deliberately provocative.

Jiang Wei's gaze slowly wandered over him.

Beneath his trousers were bulging, untamed muscles that couldn't be concealed.

Qin Xiaoye placed his hand on the metal buckle of his belt, his brows indifferent. Suddenly, he lifted his eyelids, met Jiang Wei's gaze, a half-smile playing on his lips, and asked in a low, pleasant voice, "Is it pretty?"

The sight of it was so intense that the air itself felt hot and dry.

Jiang Wei bit her red lips and honestly said, "It looks good."

Not only is it beautiful, it's also incredibly alluring.

Is he really that patient?

Jiang Wei's fingers gripped the bed sheet.

Qin Xiaoye withdrew his hand from the belt buckle, turned and went into the bathroom, his voice sticky and ambiguous, hoarse and deep: "I won't let you see."

The bathroom door slammed shut.

The bathroom was made of frosted glass, reflecting the silhouette of Qin Xiaoye as he took off his trousers. The black silhouette was elegant, the posture distinct, and the shadows of his muscles were visible.

It was as if she deliberately took off her clothes in front of the frosted glass for Jiang Wei to see.

It stirred a ticklish feeling in Jiang Wei's heart.