Chapter 1266: Chapter 734: The So-Called "Dreamlike" Romance, The Door Is Already Locked (Part 2)

Tang Wan felt that among the Jiang Family brothers, they really were stubborn. They clearly cared about each other but insisted on acting like mortal enemies.

"I’m a shareholder of the club, helping to pull in sponsors is also to make money for myself, not for him." Jiang Jinsang said as if it were the most obvious thing.

Tang Wan saw his stubbornness and ignored him, picking up her phone instead to check for other messages.

She ended up seeing a pushed notification:

[On engagement night, Qi Shao’s fiancée publicly displays affection on the street.]

She clicked on the video, and Ruan Mengxi’s quivering voice singing "The Moon Represents My Heart" intermittently came through amidst the noisy, cheering crowd.

"What are you watching? Who’s singing this? It’s awful." Jiang Jinsang frowned.

"It’s Xixi singing."

"..."

"I think it doesn’t sound bad, see, Xiaowai seems to like it too." Tang Wan pointed at her son.

The little guy was wriggling his body, dancing with his hands and feet, and humming along as if in sync with the music’s rhythm.

"That’s how he communicates with Hua Mei too, do you think Hua Mei sounds good?"

Tang Wan took a deep breath, this man, seriously...

Does he have to be so sharp-tongued?

"Aren’t they at a karaoke? Why is there so much commotion around?" Jiang Jinsang knew that after the engagement banquet, a group of Ruan Family friends and relatives planned to continue the party and had invited him too, but since he was with Tang Wan and the child, they definitely couldn’t stay long.

"They’re by the roadside, see for yourself." Tang Wan handed over the phone.

Jiang Jinsang thought how these two, from their relationship exposure to confirming it and then getting engaged, never seemed to stop. If it wasn’t Qi Zeyan confessing in public, it was Ruan Mengxi declaring her love on the street—it was truly high-profile.

"They’re really funny together; I heard Xixi say before that Zeyan even practices yoga with her."

Jiang Jinsang just chuckled...

Their progress is just a mess, completely baffling in their relationship, seemingly never at rest.

Other couples go out on dates, watch a movie, have a meal, while those two stay home practicing yoga?

No progress in serious matters.

Given Qi Zeyan’s personality, if something really happened, he would probably celebrate with fireworks even if he didn’t say anything.

At this time, Aunt Huang came knocking, bringing over some soup and inquiring about Jiang Chengsi, "Fourth Master didn’t come home with you? I saw the lights were off in his courtyard."

"Fourth Brother drank too much and isn’t coming back tonight." Jiang Jinsang straightforwardly replied.

"Alright." Aunt Huang nodded and retreated, assuming he’d likely sleep at the hotel.

Who would’ve thought, the usually laid-back Jiang Fourth Master, who rides a scooter and strolls with birds, was actually passed out at a girl’s place, currently engaging in some hands-on action.

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Meanwhile, the two rolled off the sofa...

"Fourth Brother..." Si Qingxiao stared intently at him.

He had probably drunk quite a bit, with eyes that seem like they’re on fire, and a gaze that blew warmth.

Looking at her, as if he wanted to reach into her heart.

Jiang Chengsi’s mind was still hazy, feeling as though everything was a dream. He had even called Si Qingxiao during the day; she didn’t plan to come to Pingjiang, and they had agreed to go for a drive when he returned to Beijing.

So did she just enter his dream?

Si Qingxiao was very uncomfortable, don’t bear down on me...

You’re really heavy!

Because of her qipao, her legs were already constrained, and now with him pressing on her, she couldn’t move, it was exasperating.

"Fourth Brother..."

She didn’t finish her sentence before Jiang Chengsi leaned down and lightly pecked her face, hot and fiery, as if igniting a blaze on her, letting her be consumed by it.

Si Qingxiao couldn’t handle such teasing, especially given their current position, it was rather embarrassing. She squirmed slightly, trying to get him off.

"Fourth Brother, you—"

"Call me something else."

"Hmm?" Si Qingxiao was momentarily stunned, what did he mean?

"You’ve called me that before, don’t you remember?" Jiang Chengsi leaned down, speaking as his nose brushed hers, and his lips almost-but-not-quite grazed hers, teasing, flirting, utterly intoxicating, "It was at the hotpot place, similar situation, but at that time..."

"I pressed you against the wall."

"..."

Si Qingxiao was on the verge of losing it!

What name!

What on earth did he want?

Si Qingxiao had no idea what he was getting at, and being at a disadvantage, she gritted her teeth and tentatively called out:

"Ah... Asi?"

At that moment, she just called out, which made Jiang Chengsi look quite displeased, and he told her to just call him Fourth Brother in the future, presumably not fond of that title.

Since then, Si Qingxiao never used it again, but recalling that day’s title, it seemed to be the only one.

Could it be that he actually liked it?

Si Qingxiao looked at his lips curling into a playful arc, somewhat sinister and wild, and what greeted her was an overwhelming kiss.

Passionate, suffocating.

A word "Good—" landed by her ear, his voice deep and husky, causing her heart to tremble fiercely.

What is with this person?

What exactly does he want to do?

Si Qingxiao vaguely seemed to understand something.

He doesn’t dislike being called that, he is...

Her face suddenly flushed red.

"I thought you didn’t like being called that..." she said with a red face.

"I like it."

Jiang Chengsi always felt this dream was strangely real.

...

Jiang Chengsi kept thinking, in the dream, she was wearing a cheongsam, as if trying to seduce him, being both obedient and compliant.

It is in his own dream, presumably he could do as he pleased, doing whatever he wanted.

When a person gets bold, Si Qingxiao was terrified...

Their relationship wasn’t that long, apart from holding hands, hugging, and kissing, they were quite restrained, so what’s happening to him? Was he that terrifying after drinking?

He even started to want to pull at her clothes?

The cheongsam was designed with frog closures, different from normal buttons; the closures were difficult to undo, making Jiang Chengsi a bit impatient, using too much force and actually pulling it open.

Si Qingxiao’s pupils slightly trembled.

This cheongsam, it was one of her favorites, and he actually...

Just when someone thought they could be reckless and arrogant in a dream, suddenly the ringtone blasted—

In the quiet moonlit night, it was like a startled cold crow on a branch, flapping its wings incessantly, shattering the romantic ambiance.

Jiang Chengsi seemed unmoved, presumably feeling that some external force was interfering with his dream.

Si Qingxiao, however, nudged him, "My phone is ringing."

"Don’t answer it."

"It’s my dad’s call."

"Even if it’s your dad’s call..." Jiang Chengsi frowned, "Fine, take it then."

He turned over and got up, unfamiliar with the surroundings, directly bumping his lower back into a side ebony table, causing him to take a sharp breath in pain. Meanwhile, Si Qingxiao gathered her collar, anxiously searching for her phone, "Hello, Dad—"

The phone’s speaker was a bit loud, Si Yushan’s voice intermittently came through.

"Not at Pingjiang yet?"

"Arrived."

"Didn’t even call home to say you’re safe."

"Haven’t stayed here in a while, was tidying up the house, lost track of time."

"I said to let someone bring you, but you insisted not, why go back so late at night?"

"It’s too disruptive during the day, arriving at Pingjiang now, just perfect for freshening up and sleeping."

...

Jiang Chengsi sat on the carpet, leaning against the sofa, rubbing his lower back; the pain was real, sobering him up a bit, and Si Yushan’s voice was clear as well...

He took a deep breath, still clutching the half-torn frog closure.

Wasn’t a dream?

Damn—

Jiang Chengsi, what the hell have you been doing?

Si Yushan’s voice continued coming through intermittently:

"... Be sure to stay safe outside, sleeping alone, lock the door well, you’re just a girl, you must remember to protect yourself."

"The door is already locked."

Si Qingxiao glanced sideways at the person squatting on the ground, head bowed in regret...

The door had long been locked tight.

No one could come in, and those inside... couldn’t get out either.