Chapter 274

Chapter 274: 267: Miss Wen Finally Confesses, Xie Shang Loses Control (Second Update) Chapter 274: 267: Miss Wen Finally Confesses, Xie Shang Loses Control (Second Update) Wen Changling held two sweet potatoes in her hands, which were still a bit hot; she didn’t mind the dirt and used her sleeve to hold them, “Xie Shang, want a sweet potato?”

“No, thanks.”

Xie Shang didn’t have the habit of eating again after a meal.

Wen Changling could eat at any time, with no schedule at all. Her hand was slightly burned by the hot potato skin, so she pinched her cool ear with her hot fingers to cool it down.

“Give it to me, I’ll peel it for you.”

Wen Changling handed the sweet potato to Xie Shang and moved a long stool over, sitting together at the kitchen doorstep, next to an old charcoal brazier framed with wood and iron.

Wen Changling rested her feet on the edge of the brazier, warming herself while waiting to eat, “Did you retract the online news?”

“Mhm.”

Xie Shang’s skin was pale, and his fingers quickly got dirty from the wood ash on the sweet potato skin.

“Did it cost money?”

“It did.”

Wen Changling wanted to ask how much it cost.

Xie Shang brought the peeled sweet potato closer to her mouth, “Blow on it before eating.”

“Oh.”

Wen Changling puffed her cheeks and blew on the sweet potato to cool it. She ate three in total (the small ones) and forgot all about the money.

Tonight, Wen Changling had planned to sleep on her own, but she felt she needed to explain, as the online rumors were too unpleasant; she went over to Xie Shang’s place again. The door wasn’t locked; Xie Shang was showering. While waiting for him, she noticed an unusually shaped perfume bottle in the cabinet; under the light, it looked like a polished, irregular, multifaceted piece of obsidian.

After his shower, Xie Shang came out dressed in pajamas, his hair half-dry.

Wen Changling stood by the cabinet, “Can I take a look at that perfume bottle?”

Xie Shang went to get it.

“Is this obsidian?”

“The outside of the bottle is, but the part that touches the liquid is lead crystal glass.”

Wen Changling was a science student – she didn’t understand art design but thought the black bottle had a heavy feel and perfectly matched her aesthetic taste.

No wonder so many people spent money collecting Noon Ferry’s perfume bottles.

“What’s the name of this perfume? I didn’t see it on Noon Ferry’s official website.”

“It’s unnamed,” Xie Shang said, “I made it for myself; it isn’t a Noon Ferry product.” The cap was a bit uncomfortable to remove.

He opened the lid and handed the bottle to Wen Changling to play with, “Wait here for me.”

He took a piece of clothing and went out.

Wen Changling sprayed a bit of the perfume on her wrist and waited a few seconds before smelling it. It was rather unisex, light, and unique – the top note sharp, with a slightly bitter base note.

She felt letters at the bottom of the bottle.

Xie Shang brought over some medicine.

“Kaiyun prescribed medicine for seven days, to be taken twice a day.”

Wen Changling put the perfume back on the table. This perfume was strange; despite its faint smell, it completely covered the scent of the herbal medicine, dominating subtly yet assertively.

No wonder people called Xie Shang a wizard in the world of perfumes.

Wen Changling pinched her nose and drank the herbal medicine in one gulp, just like in the morning, Xie Shang had prepared a pastry that reduced bitterness. The pastry, different from the morning’s, was sweet but not greasy – just the way Changling liked it.

“This afternoon I went to the hospital to see Dr. Jhiang, and I ran into Jiang Chengxue in the parking lot. The reporters wrote nonsense; I have nothing to do with him, and we barely spoke.”

Xie Shang hummed in acknowledgment.

“Why don’t you ask?” It was trending, and yet he was so calm.

“You’d tell me if you thought it necessary, right?”

Wen Changling nodded.

“If you didn’t want to say, even if I asked, you wouldn’t tell me, so I didn’t ask.”

Xie Shang was incredibly tolerant of her and knew her well.

Wen Changling broke off half of a bean paste-filled pastry and fed it to Xie Shang, with a very docile expression, asking a very “preposterous” hypothetical, “If I really had an affair, what would you do?”

Without hesitation, Xie Shang said, “Kill that man.”

“And me?”

The first thought in Xie Shang’s mind was dangerous and dark, even a bit dirty, showing no respect for her, “Changling, don’t make such assumptions.”

During the time he and Wen Changling were separated, Gu Yihuan had advised him to let go, suggesting Changling might have moved on. He did consider that possibility, only to realize his own moral threshold was lower than he thought. He couldn’t let someone else have Wen Changling, nor could he bear it, so it wasn’t as simple as being a third party.

Just by hypothesizing, Wen Changling already felt the restrained explosive power in Xie Shang’s eyes, so she changed the subject, “Are the three letters at the bottom of the bottle ‘Wen Changling’?”

“Yeah, I made it while we were dating.”

If this perfume were named, ‘Wen Changling’ would be the most suitable name.

“Xie Shang,” there was still a faint bitter note in the air; Wen Changling wrapped her hand around Xie Shang’s waist – on such a cold day, the warmth of his chest was still hot, “Did I make you suffer a lot before?”

Her rare pang of conscience had struck.

The scenario she had prepared for Xie Shang was love without return, filled with agony.

“Don’t look back,” Xie Shang felt he had become insatiably greedy lately, and he bent down, pleading with Wen Changling, “From now on, will you try to love me?”

Before they got back together, he told himself it was okay not to be loved as long as he loved Miss Wen well. Just a few days had passed, and he already wanted to be loved.

His greed could never be satisfied.

“Do you think I don’t love you?”

Wen Changling looked up at Xie Shang, “If I didn’t love you, why would I be with you now?”

Her questions tonight were all hard to answer.

Xie Shang was silent.

Wen Changling couldn’t help but reflect on her past actions towards Xie Shang. She admitted that there was indeed a time when she was playing with him, “Xingxing, do you feel very insecure? You don’t have confidence in me.”

Xie Shang corrected, “I don’t have confidence in myself.”

Wen Changling didn’t speak sweet nothings, didn’t express love openly, had an independent personality, wasn’t clingy, and didn’t check in on him.

Xie Shang felt very anxious about gaining and losing. He also overheard the conversation of those two ladies at the ski resort, and he related to the main character being discussed, feeling insecure, worried about being abandoned.

After all, the steel-made Miss Wen had a “previous record.”

“I see.”

Wen Changling was very familiar with Xie Shang’s place, she knew her way around, and she took out a piece of Chinese honeycomb from the drawer, along with various incense lighting tools.

She could now light incense quite skillfully.

She opened the furnace, lit the Chinese honeycomb, then hugged Xie Shang and waited. She waited until emotions overwhelmed her, until the love-laden thoughts started churning and roiling in her mind.

She stood on tiptoe, kissed Xie Shang meticulously, capturing his lips, going deeper, almost wishing she could swallow him. The sound of their kissing was entangling, filled with the desire to pull one completely in.

Blinded by desire, she looked at him through a misty haze, “Do you know what I’m thinking about right now?”

From the moment she started kissing him.

Xie Shang had a strong reaction.

“Xingxing, my daily thoughts are of you.”

Xie Shang had also smelled the incense, and the corners of his eyes began to redden, “Chinese honeycomb can cause people to see illusions, to see whatever they want to see.” He breathed into her ear, “Changling, is it an illusion?”

Wen Changling bit the mole on his collarbone hard, “Does it hurt?”

He laughed, “It hurts.”

The other name for Chinese honeycomb is lover’s incense.

He was almost entirely pressed against Wen Changling, wishing he could get even closer, “Can you say what you said just now one more time?”

Wen Changling pushed him away, intending to sleep.

The past few nights, Xie Shang had been taking care of the sick Wen Changling. Tonight, Xie Shang was particularly...

excessive.

Wen Changling was sweating profusely.

“You’re so annoying, isn’t it enough?!”

Wen Changling didn’t like heating with air conditioning in winter, finding it stuffy and dry, feeling like there was not enough oxygen.

Yet tonight, Xie Shang had turned on the air conditioning, setting the temperature very high; the blanket was only covering up to their waists, and because of their movements, it was almost falling to the floor.

The mischief deep in his bones was fully released, “Say it once more, the words I want to hear.” He couldn’t help but constantly seek confirmation, wishing to hear her affirmation aloud.

“Then beg me.”

He wrapped his arms around her waist, not letting her escape, “Beg you.”

Wen Changling kicked him, refusing to say it.

“I want to sleep now.”

Xie Shang gripped her leg, nearly leaving marks, “You’re cheating.”

“Who’s cheating now?” Sometimes Wen Changling acted quite coy, “It’s you!”

She didn’t know how many times she had said she wanted to sleep.

“Changling.”

Xie Shang perseveringly asked, “Do you love me?”

So annoying.

Wen Changling pursed her lips and made no sound.

Xie Shang hadn’t taken off her socks, pure white, casting shadows under the light, moving roughly, endlessly.

“Do you love me?”

“Do you love me?”

Wen Changling closed her eyes, “Love.”

Her single word of love could destroy all of Xie Shang’s rationality.

He became even more excessive.

Miss Wen thought to herself: He’s really so annoying.

He lifted her body, positioning her with her back to him, showing his true nature—unrestrained brutality, primal conquest, and the repeated declarations of deep love whispered into her ear.

Between men and women, there are significant differences in physical strength and the desire for control. The times Wen Changling could have the upper hand were due to Xie Shang’s indulgence, his “obedience.” If he chose not to be obedient, she would have no power to resist.