Chapter 270: Chapter 270: Lighting Up the City with Fireworks for You
She pouted in mock dissatisfaction, “You’ve already cleaned up, what else do you expect me to do?”
“Just watch me clean?” Lu Qingyan joked.
He walked forward and took her hand, “These are trivial matters. As your boyfriend, it’s my duty to take care of you when you’re alone outside.”
Jiang Nanshu gave him a strange look, her cheeks slightly reddened, “Isn’t that too much trouble? You could hire a maid to take care of me. You have to manage the company and take care of me as well. It’s exhausting.”
“I don’t feel comfortable entrusting you to anyone else,” Lu Qingyan said nonchalantly.
Jiang Nanshu: “…”
[You’re not being overprotective, are you! I heard from your cousin this house is yours. I’m just waiting for you to be honest with me, hmph.]
Lu Qingyan’s thumb caressed the delicate back of Jiang Nanshu’s hand, wanting to imprint his scent on her.
He didn’t know since when,
he desired to control Jiang Nanshu’s life, infiltrate every aspect of it, monopolize her existence, creating a dense web that bound her to depend on him, get accustomed to him, unable to leave him.
It was akin to the principle of boiling a frog in warm water.
Jiang Nanshu shyly glanced at him, “Sweet talker.”
[Keep treating me this well, and turn me into a useless person. If you dare fall for someone else in the future, I’ll kill your lover first, then you, hmm, perfect.]
Darkness shadowed the depths of Lu Qingyan’s eyes, which quickly softened as he smiled warmly like a spring breeze, “I’m telling the truth, I like you, so I can’t let go of you.”
Embarrassed, Jiang Nanshu pulled him towards the exit, “I get it, I get it.”
Lu Qingyan took her to the Delai Hotel.
From the presidential suite on the top floor, they could overlook the entire night view of Beijing.
The room’s soft Persian carpet was covered with rose petals, making Jiang Nanshu feel as though she was in a sea of flowers.
[Are you sure this is for my birthday? You’re not planning to propose, are you…]
Next to the huge floor-to-ceiling window, a table was set, and no sooner had they sat down than a waiter wheeled in a dining cart.
It held an expensive bottle of Lafite and two exquisite Western dishes. The waiter even thoughtfully lit a candle on the table before leaving.
The room’s dim lighting allowed the candlelight to dance across Lu Qingyan’s handsome features.
“A candlelight dinner?” Jiang Nanshu inquired.
Lu Qingyan gently blinked, his smile tender, “Nannan, look outside.”
The sky, not yet completely dark, began raining roses, making the whole of Beijing seem submerged in a sea of flowers. Jiang Nanshu stood up, struck by the breathtaking view before her.
She turned to Lu Qingyan, stunned, “Is this for me?”
Lu Qingyan gazed at her tenderly, “Yes.”
“Bang!”
Colorful fireworks suddenly exploded outside the window.
Jiang Nanshu turned to watch, her eyes filled with unmistakable shock and admiration.
The fireworks bloomed in the sky, illuminating Beijing, the city that never sleeps.
They also reflected in Jiang Nanshu’s eyes, the slight redness at the corners barely noticeable in the dim environment.
Lu Qingyan’s peach blossom eyes curved into a soft arc, “This is the first time I’m giving a girl a birthday gift. I wanted to make an impression, feared it wouldn’t be romantic enough, and decided after much thought to let you watch a fireworks feast. This city’s brilliance, all of these are my blessings to you, deep, abundant, and bright.”
Jiang Nanshu’s lips curved slightly, her eyes tearing up as she smiled, “Thank you, this is the most special gift I’ve ever received. Thank you for showing me such a unique fireworks display.”
She circled the table and threw herself into his arms, “Lu Qingyan, I love you.”
She tilted her head back, pushed him against the glass, and, under the reflection of the fireworks, tiptoed and fiercely kissed his lips, “Please entangle with me till death in this life.”
She laughed through her tears, “I won’t give you a chance to escape. In this life, you can only love me.”
Jiang Nanshu’s confession was both sincere and passionate.
Like her kiss, it was fierce, overwhelming, and utterly disarming.
Lu Qingyan initially managed to maintain some rationality, but later, he was completely led by Jiang Nanshu.
The two tumbled from the sofa all the way to the bed.
When love was running deepest, Jiang Nanshu suddenly snapped out of it and pushed Lu Qingyan away.
He was caught off guard and rolled straight under the bed with a “thud.”
Jiang Nanshu hurriedly fumbled to put her shirt, which had come off down to her chest, back on.
Lu Qingyan rubbed his head, his upper body smooth and muscular as he removed his shirt.
There was a full lust and dissatisfaction in his eyes.
But his tone was gentle, seemingly good-tempered, “You better give me a reasonable explanation.”
Seeing that Lu Qingyan might walk out at any moment,
Jiang Nanshu felt a bit awkward and lowered her head in aggrievance, “I forgot… I, I got my period…”
Only then did Lu Qingyan notice a red stain on the pristine white quilt.
Maybe their movements were too vigorous, causing it to leak…
He rubbed his temples with a bit of a headache and couldn’t help but grind his teeth, “Jiang Nanshu, did you do this on purpose?”
“Ah?”
Jiang Nanshu felt even more aggrieved, “I really forgot… I’m sorry.”
Seeing him still sitting on the ground, she asked in a low voice, “Are you okay?”
[Ah, I almost went all the way with him, I forgot my aunt came this afternoon, what a sin, he won’t really think I was dangling him on purpose, right? Big misunderstanding.]
Jiang Nanshu’s frown deepened, wanting to explain but afraid that Lu Qingyan would get even angrier. Instead, he seemed less angry.
What could she do?
Just endure it.
He stood up, grabbed his clothes tossed at the corner of the bed, and left without a word.
Jiang Nanshu blinked, seriously suspecting she had gone too far.
She really made him angry.
She sat on the bed where there were no sanitary napkins yet, unable to move or stay still, only able to maintain such a posture to ensure she didn’t dirty more of the area.
About ten minutes later,
Lu Qingyan re-entered the room.
He carried a cup of brown sugar water and a paper bag.
“The sanitary napkin was brought up by a female attendant, drink the brown sugar water, I remember your stomach hurting badly last time you had this.”
Jiang Nanshu took it, noticing Lu Qingyan’s eyes and brows were cold.
She pouted, feeling aggrieved, “Are you mad at me? I didn’t do it on purpose.”
Lu Qingyan gave her a side glance, “No.”
Jiang Nanshu’s eyes reddened as she accused, “You’re definitely mad, you’re not even talking to me with a smile, you’re giving me the cold shoulder.”
Lu Qingyan: “…”
After a long while,
Seeing Jiang Nanshu’s eyes getting redder, he finally sighed with a light laugh, “So delicate.”
He sat on the edge of the bed, his voice gentle and coaxing, “I’m not mad, quickly drink the brown sugar water, then get a good night of sleep. You still have to go back to school tomorrow.”
Jiang Nanshu then slowly finished drinking.
She changed into a new set of clothes, took a brief nap, and woke to find it was only 10:30 pm.
She got up and stuck herself glue-like onto Lu Qingyan, who was working on his laptop on the sofa.
Whining, “My stomach hurts, warm it up with your hands.”
Lu Qingyan’s attention was forcibly shifted from his laptop to her.
Wearing a cool little camisole, revealing a patch of snow-white skin, he looked at her beautiful collarbone, still bearing the marks he had left.
He held back, then couldn’t resist anymore and pinned her to the couch, his voice tinged with annoyance, “I’d just managed to calm down, and here you are teasing me again.”
