They surrounded me right after the breakup.

After half an hour.

Shen Qingning remained kneeling in front of Jiang Han.

"Does your knee hurt?"

"Yes... a little."

She admitted it verbally, but her actions didn't stop.

Jiang Han pushed her head away and climbed onto the bed: "Come on up."

"OK."

Shen Qingning slowly got up, supporting herself on the edge of the bed. Her legs were a little weak, and she could only support herself with her arms.

I was deeply moved by the slight concern that Jiang Han unintentionally revealed.

He was worried that my knees would hurt from kneeling for too long; he was thinking of me.

Shen Qingning's eyes reddened; she didn't understand why she was reacting so strongly.

She didn't feel much when it came to the usual concern and care.

Perhaps it's like eating sugar every day – you'll only feel sick of it, but after experiencing bitterness, eating it again will taste exceptionally sweet.

Jiang Han opened his arms, and Shen Qingning obediently curled up, like a docile kitten, and lay in his arms.

Even though it was afternoon, the blackout curtains made the room feel like it was pitch black at night.

Shen Qingning quietly held Jiang Han's arm, feeling the warmth of his body; she felt so happy.

So happy that I could ignore the stinging in my cheeks, the soreness in my legs, and the hoarseness in my throat.

She turned her head to look up at Jiang Han's profile.

His face, so familiar it was almost unrecognizable, looked exceptionally rugged and handsome.

She was mesmerized, and gently stroked his broad chest with her fingers.

From the chin and lips, all the way to the bridge of the nose and forehead.

When their eyes met, Shen Qingning was tackled to the ground by an irresistible force.

Warm, moist lips sealed her mouth.

He's still so unreasonable, disregarding her feelings.

Shen Qingning seemed to have anticipated this, or rather, had been looking forward to it for a long time.

She did not shy away, but obediently embraced Jiang Han's enthusiasm.

Her slender arms encircled his neck, and her beautiful legs, encased in black stockings, hooked around his waist.

The high heel slipped off her toes and hit the solid wood floor with a thud.

But nobody cared.

Their attention was completely consumed by their heavy breathing.

After quite a while, Jiang Han's passionate kiss finally came to an end.

At this moment, Shen Qingning was completely limp, and the flush on her face spread to her ears and neck.

She opened her eyes and stared intently at Jiang Han.

Her eyes were gentle and tender, full of life.

She wanted to hold the man on top of her in her arms forever, until they became one.

"husband!"

Shen Qingning mustered her courage and, instead of calling her "master," chose the affectionate term that she had once had easily obtained but could no longer access.

"Hmm?" Jiang Han did not blame him.

He enjoyed toying with Shen Qingning and was also keen to appreciate the contrast between the cold and beautiful woman's appearance.

However, in a relationship that is different from others, there can be no only oppression; appropriate tenderness must also be included.

Call me husband if you want, it won't make a difference.

"I want you!"

Shen Qingning trembled and shouted loudly.

She hugged Jiang Han tighter and buried her face completely in his chest.

Even she herself never imagined that one day she would say those two words to a man.

A goddess in the entertainment industry, known for her aloofness, actually took the initiative to pursue love.

What most people would only dream of is just an ordinary daily scene in Jianghan.

……

Three hours later.

A gentle breeze blew in through the gauze window, lifting a corner of the curtain.

It was dusk outside, and the setting sun cast its rays, leaving a brilliant glow on the ground.

"Click!"

Jiang Han stood barefoot by the bed and lit a Liqun cigarette with a Dupont lighter.

If we were to choose the most enjoyable occasion for smoking, this very moment would definitely be one of them.

One in the morning, one after meals, and one right now.

"Hiss! Whoosh!"

Shen Qingning slumped her head, her back against a soft pillow, her hands wrapped in a silk quilt.

Her body was exhausted, but her heart was filled with unparalleled satisfaction.

A sense of fulfillment welled up within me, and the emptiness was completely filled.

The Yangtze River, billowing mist, asks: "Are you alright?"

Shen Qingning nodded.

"Don't worry about the sheets, I'll call the housekeeper to clean them up later."

Shen Qingning looked at the mess beside her, her legs and back aching terribly.

She felt that her body no longer belonged to her.

"I'll go rinse it off again."

After saying that, Shen Qingning struggled to get up, hugged her thighs with both hands, and moved to the edge of the bed.

After standing up, she first held onto the bed, and then onto the wall inside the room.

They moved towards the bathroom, taking small steps at a time.

At least it's an improvement over before; I didn't faint or fall asleep, Shen Qingning comforted herself with this thought.

She walked into the bathroom, her fair skin exposed in front of the full-length mirror.

The photo clearly shows her appearance at this moment.

Her once neat hairstyle became messy, and large and small red marks were left on her neck, collarbone, and even shoulders.

Her half-open eyes held a hint of dazedness, and her gaze was so soft it seemed to drip with tears.

The lipstick on her lips faded, leaving behind a satisfied smile.

She was like a cat that had been thoroughly pampered and fed, both charming and content, both disheveled and extremely alluring.

Shen Qingning almost didn't recognize herself in the mirror.

Apart from Jiang Han, no one has ever seen what she looks like now.

And no other man will ever see her again.

This is the most primal and direct happiness she desires.

Shen Qingning stepped back into the shower room, lathered every inch of her skin with shower gel, and rubbed out fragrant foam.

The hot water from the showerhead washed over my tired body, allowing me to fully relax after exercising.

It also took away the lingering atmosphere of the Jianghan Plain.

The previous China Merchants Bank uniform was no longer wearable, so Shen Qingning had no choice but to return to her room wrapped in a bath towel.

She quietly wiped the water droplets off her body, staring blankly at the black stockings on the ground.

"Go find some clothes in the closet. There are some new ones. You and Siyao are about the same size, so you should be able to put them on."

"OK."

Shen Qingning agreed and slowly walked into the dressing room.

Everyday clothes are hung up individually, while newly purchased styles are packed in bags and piled on the bottom.

Shen Qingning picked out a floral print long dress and carefully put it on.

After getting dressed, she slowly moved to the edge of the bed and sat down.

This life of being alone with Jiang Han made her content.

Shen Qingning was even willing to exchange it for any condition.

If she could stay by Jiang Han's side forever, she would give up fame, money, and career.

After finishing his cigarette, Jiang Han picked up his phone to check unread messages.

As luck would have it, Qiu Siyao's aunt came over unexpectedly and told her that she was going to a family dinner.

Lin Yaoyao will not be coming back to stay tonight due to work commitments.

Jiang Han curled the corners of his mouth. Could Shen Qingning still take another night?

Suddenly, a notification from Xiao Xiao popped up on the screen.

"Boss Jiang, are you busy?"

"So, what's the matter?"

"We have a new hotel opening soon, and we'd like to invite Mao Buyi to sing a couple of songs. Would that be convenient for you?"

Jiang Han had heard of Xiao Xiao's family business, which mainly involved hotels and restaurants.

Hiring singers to perform at a business opening is a normal business activity.

"Sure, no problem!"

Xiao Xiao replied quickly: "Great! I'll come over now to discuss this in detail!"

Now?