Chapter 201

Chapter 201 - 201 194 Kissing is not enough also need (second Chapter 201: 194: Kissing is not enough, also need (second update) Chapter 201: 194: Kissing is not enough, also need (second update) He was very good at kissing.

He had always been very smart, a student who could be taught.

His kisses were gentle and soft, and he patiently entwined with Jhiang Youyou, but he didn’t know where to put his hands. He had looked at videos to learn about kissing, but forgot to learn about the rest, so his hands awkwardly rested on the sides of his trousers, not knowing what to do, his ears red. When kissing, he would unconsciously lean towards Jhiang Youyou’s side.

She pushed him away, “Alright, let’s eat.”

He shook his head.

“More.”

His eyes were obedient and soft, and the hands that didn’t know where to go during the kiss finally knew to embrace her, using a bit of strength. With a flushed face, he said he wanted more.

Both bold and inexperienced, he trampled all over Jhiang Youyou’s aesthetics.

Her heart melted, her legs grew weak. She hooked her neck around his, and while kissing him, she took his hand, teaching him what to do with it.

With her past boyfriends, if any of them dared to move their hands while kissing, that would be the end of it.

He was different. She wanted to spoil him more.

The two hugged and kissed, dawdled and dallied in the bathroom for more than ten minutes. If it weren’t for fear of the water in the pot going dry, they would have taken longer.

Jhiang Youyou had already eaten at the hospital. She wasn’t hungry, so she had a few fried dumplings, pushing the rest towards Guan Sixing.

“How many days have you not slept?”

“Two nights.”

“The lab is that busy? So, have you finished your project?” She peeled an egg for him, picking out the yolks which he didn’t like, and placed the whites onto his plate. Then she suddenly remembered, “Right, I shouldn’t ask about that.”

She knew he studied physics and was working on a top-secret project with his professor; she didn’t know anything else. The time they truly spent together was actually very short. There were so many things they didn’t have the chance to learn about each other. He was very busy, often unreachable, busier than she was, although she already had a job.

He suddenly apologized, “I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

“Not having time to be with you.”

She smiled, “I’m busy too, alright.”

This was her first relationship with such infrequent meetings. Small separations made for sweet reunions. She thought it wasn’t too bad.

After breakfast, Jhiang Youyou urged Guan Sixing to go to sleep as he looked exhausted. She pulled out a new pillow from the cupboard and started making the bed.

Guan Sixing grabbed her hand, wearing the little golden lock she had given him, “I have something to tell you.”

“I have something to tell you too.” Jhiang Youyou felt that their relationship was stable and that it was time to talk about marriage, “Let’s talk after you wake up.”

“Okay.”

Guan Sixing was really sleep deprived and fell asleep very quickly.

Her phone rang, and Jhiang Youyou went out to the corridor to answer it.

“Third sister.”

“Are you really not coming?”

Today was Jhiang Zhenghao’s son’s eighteenth birthday.

Jhiang Youyou originally wasn’t going to attend, but now she changed her mind, “I’ll go later on.”

“Talk with Dad tonight.”

“I have nothing to talk about with him; I’m just going back to get some stuff.”

Jhiang Zhenzhen tried to persuade her, “Youyou.”

She didn’t want to listen, “Third sister, don’t try to persuade me. I broke off relations with Jhiang Zhenghao, not with you.

Besides, I am doing very well now.”

“Doing well? You still have to rush for the subway to and from work, not even owning a car. Have you asked about what your boyfriend’s family does?”

“I haven’t asked.”

I gave away Little Golden Lock without asking anything, and that was the dowry left by my mother.

“Youyou, don’t be too love-struck.”

*****

When Guan Sixing woke up, it was already dark, and he sat stunned for a while.

“Youyou.”

The room was pitch-black.

He got out of bed, walked to the living room, and turned on the light.

“Youyou.”

Jhiang Youyou was not at home.

Guan Sixing found his phone and was about to call her when a call came in.

“Hello.”

It was from Gu Yihuan.

“You’re out of the lab? I thought I wouldn’t be able to get through,” Gu Yihuan said. “You better hurry over to Jhiang’s.”

Guan Sixing, just woken up, was slow to respond, “Why go to Jhiang’s?”

“I heard from my mom that your mom and Mrs. Wang went to Jhiang’s.” Gu Yihuan was pretty good at using idioms. “I suspect your mom already knows about your secret dealings with Jhiang Youyou.”

*****

Previously, on Jhiang Youyou’s birthday, Jhiang Zhenghao sent an invitation to the Guan Family, and surprisingly, the young grandson of the Guan Family actually came. This time, Jhiang Zhenghao was hosting an 18th birthday party for his son and sent another invitation to the Guan Family.

The birthday party was just a ruse; Jhiang Zhenghao wanted to attract investments.

When Lady Tan Linglan from the Guan Family received the invitation, Mrs. Wang was coincidentally there. Mrs. Wang mentioned that Jhiang Zhenghao’s current wife was a mistress who had risen to prominence, quite a formidable figure. Fearing that Tan Linglan would be at a disadvantage, she “enthusiastically” insisted on coming along.

Mrs. Wang was like a social butterfly in the circle of the ladies of high society in the capital, knowing everyone. She pointed out to Tan Linglan, “That’s Jhiang’s third son, and that’s the fourth one.”

Mrs. Wang also said, “All of Jhiang’s daughters are beauties, looking like their mother.” She specifically pointed out, “The most beautiful is that fifth daughter.”

The party was held outside the villa, and in every circle, it’s the same: you judge the dishes by the guest list. Jhiang’s business was declining, and today, not many guests showed up.

Mrs. Wang looked around and didn’t see Jhiang’s fifth daughter.

“I heard from my husband that Jhiang’s is burdened with a lot of debt. If it weren’t for the support of her sons-in-law, they would have gone bankrupt by now,” Mrs. Wang gossiped. “Being connected to Jhiang’s is truly unfortunate; you’ll just be sucked dry by Jhiang Zhenghao. You should have Sixing break up with Jhiang’s fifth daughter sooner rather than later, or else when their feelings deepen—”

Mrs. Wang’s problem was that she talked too much.

Tan Linglan interrupted her, “Aren’t you thirsty? You’ve been talking all this time.”

Only then did Mrs. Wang pause.

Mrs. Wang thought Tan Linglan was here to drive a wedge between the lovers, but that wasn’t the case. Tan Linglan just wanted to see Jhiang’s fifth daughter for herself—after all, seeing is believing.

Tan Linglan’s arrival flattered Jhiang Zhenghao immensely. There are ranks within the circles of high society in the capital, and the Guan Family was an established noble house, not the same breed as Jhiang Zhenghao, a merchant reeking of copper.

Jhiang Zhenghao personally greeted her, “Madam Guan.”

Tan Linglan was very polite, “Mr. Jhiang.”

The Guan Family patriarch was a physicist with many disciples. His two sons, one in filmmaking and the other in the glass industry, had resources, connections, and funds. If they could establish relations with the Guan Family, Jhiang’s could be saved.

A smile plastered on his face, Jhiang Zhenghao said, “Your presence is truly an honor.”

“The jade you sent last time, my old man liked it very much,” Tan Linglan said, presenting the gift box she brought. “This is a return gift from the old man.”

Jhiang Zhenghao knew about Guan Musheng’s love for jade and had specifically sought it out as a favor. Now that he received a return gift, the favor was reciprocated.

Jhiang Zhenghao had no choice but to accept it, “The old man is too polite. That jade isn’t worth much; there’s no need for a return gift.”

Tan Linglan had seen plenty of such tit-for-tat exchanges and was adept at responding, “One should not receive an unearned reward. It is only right to give something in return.” She changed the subject, asking, “How come I haven’t seen your fifth daughter?”

Surprised, Jhiang Zhenghao asked, “Madam Guan knows our Xiao Wu?”