Chapter 275

Chapter 275: 268: Hydrating the body with water, late-night tenderness (first update) Chapter 275: 268: Hydrating the body with water, late-night tenderness (first update) The dynamics of strength and desire for control between men and women vary greatly, and the reason Wen Changling could sometimes gain the upper hand was due to Xie Shang’s indulgence, his “obedience.” If he were not obedient, she would have no power to reject him.

Having his desires fulfilled, he was overjoyed to the point of madness.

After it was over, he couldn’t bear to let go, remaining excited for a long time. Having tensed up for so long, he held onto Wen Changling as he slowly calmed down.

He wanted to embrace her forever, holding her tightly, “Changling.”

“Mmm...”

Wen Changling kicked him slightly, signaling him to get up. When he didn’t move, she muttered a curse at him, then called his name, as was her habit before falling asleep.

She was ready to sleep.

Xie Shang carefully released her, went to the bathroom, brought back a towel and warm water to clean her up, and gave her water to drink. She didn’t even open her eyes, completely dependent on him. Since the guest room wasn’t prepared with bedding, Xie Shang added an extra blanket on the bed for her to sleep on a dry surface and covered her with a thicker duvet. He turned off the air conditioning and cracked open a window for some air.

Looking at the wounds on his hand from her scratching and biting, his blood was still boiling, leaving him without the slightest hint of sleepiness. He leaned down to kiss her face, then grabbed a coat and went outside to make a call.

The call was answered after not too long.

The voice on the other end asked, “What time is it?”

Xie Shang checked the time on his phone, “One fourteen in the morning.”

“You don’t need to sleep?”

“Madam Su posted on Weibo that she was filming night scenes tonight; I thought you’d be with her.” Otherwise, Xie Shang wouldn’t be making this call to disturb someone’s peaceful sleep.

Liang Shuchuan was indeed not asleep, still on the set at this hour.

“You want to ask about the Jiang Family, Linbei, and Jiang Chengxue?”

“Yes.”

Liang Shuchuan was very cautious in his affairs. Since he had investigated, it was unlikely to be just superficial. Although Xie Shang had never lived “father and son” under the same roof with him, he still understood him to a certain extent. According to how much he doted on his wife, some information that was too dangerous, he would certainly filter out first in front of Su Nanzhi.

“Jiang Chengxue’s biological father Jiang Wangtu was burned to death when she was seven. After his death, the police found a dungeon in his home.” Liang Shuchuan asked Xie Shang, “Have you heard of the Linbei Red Dress case?”

“I have.”

It was a serial murder case from many years ago, which had caused a huge sensation at the time.

“Evidence in the dungeon indicates that Jiang Wangtu was the murderer in that case.”

Many reporters had covered it at the time, and several experts had analyzed Jiang Wangtu’s personality. He was an intellectual, successful in his career, well-off, and without childhood trauma. It was an inherent personality defect.

“Afterwards, Jiang Chengxue’s mother remarried, and he went to live with the Jiang Family.”

Jiang Chengxue lived with the Jiang Family for seven years.

“After his mother passed away, he was abandoned by the Jiang Family. He was fourteen at that time. He also had a foster father;

he didn’t live with his foster father even for two years before the man died of a serious illness. As the beneficiary of the serious illness insurance, he took the money and became independent. Later, one by one, the heirs of the Jiang Family ran into trouble, and he was brought back to the Jiang Family.”

“Why was he abandoned?”

The Jiang Family’s two sons were not up to much, but the patriarch Jiang Lisong wasn’t someone indifferent. Unless there was a particular reason, he would not abandon a minor.

“The reason the Jiang Family gave externally was that he had a mental illness,” said Liang Shuchuan. “My uncle is quite close to Jiang Lisong. I coaxed the information out of him a few days ago. He said that Jiang Chengxue had his biological father’s antisocial gene. ‘You can’t tame the demon within.’

After only two sunny days, the weather turned overcast and it began to snow again.

Jiang Chengxue was detained for two days, but the man he had beaten signed a letter of forgiveness, reaching a settlement.

Xue Boyong waited outside the police station from noon, waiting several hours until he saw Jiang Chengxue come out, then got out of the car to open the door for him.

“Chairman Jiang.”

Jiang Chengxue threw his coat in the trash can, as clean clothes were already prepared in the car.

He got in the car, “To Lotus Pond Street.”

The accumulated snow had not yet melted, and new snow had covered it again. Walls and rooftops piled with thick snow, branches sticking out from courtyard walls were bent under its weight, and even the lanterns wore a layer of white, the whole world was dressed in a pristine and lustrous white.

The car stopped on the street, but Jiang Chengxue didn’t get out. He rolled down the window to watch the opposite sidewalk.

Wen Changling and a child were building a snowman, his childlike innocence still intact.

Xie Shang was holding an umbrella nearby; the snow kept falling.

Wen Changling had already taken off his gloves, squatting down with Tongtong to make the snowman’s body. A few days ago, a peddler came to sell winter cotton-padded jackets, and Granny Zhu bought several sets. Both Wen Changling and Tongtong were wearing big red jackets with floral patterns that Granny Zhu had purchased, along with red scarves, looking a bit bulky, like two very festive penguins.

Xie Shang frowned, “Aren’t your hands cold?”

Wen Changling, “Not cold.”

Tongtong, “Not cold.”

The umbrella wasn’t big enough to cover them both, so Xie Shang, standing outside the umbrella, said, “I’ll build it. It’s too cold;

you two should stop touching it.” Wen Changling hadn’t even finished his cough medicine yet.

The big penguin, “No need.”

The little penguin mimicked the big one, “No need.”

Xie Shang, helpless, picked up Tongtong and placed her next to Wen Changling to make sure the umbrella covered them both.

After finishing both the body and the head, Wen Changling lifted the snowman’s head onto its body and gave it a firm pat, then topped it with a hat. She looked at it, feeling like something was missing.

She turned to Xie Shang, “Bend down a bit.”

Xie Shang bent over.

Wen Changling took off his scarf and put it on the snowman.

“That should do it.” She clapped her hands, commanding the umbrella holder, “Xie Shang, help us take a picture.”

Xie Shang handed her the umbrella, “Hold the umbrella.”

Wen Changling held the umbrella, pulling Tongtong along to make a scissor-hand pose. Just after they took a picture, the snowman’s head fell off with a ‘pthud,’ shattering into a pile.

Tongtong exclaimed, “Ah, the head fell off again.”

This was the second time the head had fallen off.

Wen Changling showed an expression of helplessness. On this street, every shop had built one at the entrance, and the community had even distributed uniform red hats, saying that it was also a form of city building.

Wen Changling didn’t feel like building anymore.

Tongtong turned to Xie Shang for help, “Brother.”

The big penguin, following the small one’s lead, also turned and called out, “Brother.”

From afar, Jiang Chengxue couldn’t hear their voices.

Wen Changling was genuinely happy, so obediently led and held by Xie Shang, indulging in the cheap commodity called love, quite disappointing to witness.

She suited red well, with the red scarf contrasting against her skin. She must also look beautiful in a red dress. He started remembering things from a very young age, including those women in red dresses who cried every night in the dungeon.

The heart in his chest began to furiously pound again.

When Wen Changling saw Yu Qiang again, it was at a business dinner. She wore an expensive haute couture dress, gracefully arm-in-arm with the brand’s representative, a far cry from when she had cried in the hospital and asked Jiang Chengxue if he had ever loved her.