Let you be a great man, not a scumbag

Chapter 1760 The Colors Suit You Well

Jiang Cheng's breathing became noticeably heavier, and his large hand, which had been resting on the sofa armrest, slowly slid down and landed steadily on her waist.

The silk nightgown was as thin as a cicada's wing, and the warmth of my palm penetrated my skin without any obstruction, soothing the delicate skin around my waist.

“The sales clerk is right,” Jiang Cheng’s lips were almost touching her earlobe, his breath hot against Chu Ran’s ear: “This color… really suits you…”

Jiang Cheng's voice was husky and grainy, which sent a slight shiver down her spine.

Despite her natural fear of what was to come, Jiang Churan, with a desperate courage, tilted her head back and brought her red lips closer.

Seeing that Jiang Cheng's kiss didn't land immediately, a hint of reproach appeared on her usually aloof face.

"Then...don't just talk the talk, don't just walk the walk..."

Looking down at her long, curled eyelashes fluttering like butterfly wings, Jiang Cheng felt that she was truly adorable at that moment.

Having lost the desire to tease her, Jiang Cheng slightly tightened his fingertips, making her press even more tightly against his body.

He held her slender waist tightly with one hand, and with the other hand he ran through her half-dry, slightly cool hair, supporting the back of her neck. With an irresistible force, he lowered his head and kissed her.

The sudden closeness made Jiang Churan let out a soft hum.

The hand that was originally pressed against his chest unconsciously tightened its grip on the fabric of Jiang Cheng's clothes.

She could clearly feel the taut muscle lines in Jiang Cheng's legs.

Of course, besides the changes in her legs, the changes in Truth made her even more flustered.

This kiss was different from the previous gentle probing; it carried a sense of predatory intent that had been deliberately suppressed and was now erupting.

When Jiang Cheng kissed her, Jiang Churan instinctively responded.

Soon, Jiang Cheng easily pried open her pearly teeth, entwining and sucking, greedily absorbing her unique sweet scent, swallowing even the fragrance after her bath.

At that moment, she felt weak all over, as if all her strength had been drained away by the kiss.

She clung helplessly to him, letting him do whatever he wanted.

In a moment of passion and confusion, she felt the straps of her nightgown being deftly pulled down. The cool air touched her skin, causing her to instinctively flinch, only to be enveloped by an even hotter body temperature.

“…Go…go to the room…” Jiang Churan’s broken plea escaped between the passionate kisses.

Although her face was already as red as if it had been steamed, Jiang Cheng seemed not to hear it.

Instead, taking advantage of this position, he used his arms to lift her up by supporting her hips and legs.

Jiang Churan, who had been keeping her eyes closed, gasped in surprise at the sudden feeling of weightlessness.

Her legs also unconsciously wrapped around Jiang Cheng's strong waist.

Her arms wrapped tightly around his neck.

In a few steps, Jiang Cheng carried her to the huge floor-to-ceiling window in the living room.

The view outside the window at this moment is of the night view of Zizhuyuan Park.

The lake surface was as black as ink, reflecting the outlines of the pavilions on the shore.

A few classical palace lanterns peek out from among the bamboo shadows, outlining the silhouettes of upturned eaves.

Further away, the skyscrapers of Zhongguancun weave a dazzling ribbon of light along the skyline, creating a wonderful echo with the tranquility of the park.

“Right here,” Jiang Cheng pressed her against the cool glass, his burning chest against her smooth back, and whispered hoarsely in her ear, “Let this night see…whose woman are you.”

A strong sense of shame and an indescribable thrill swept over me.

Jiang Churan blushed with passion, her toes curling up shyly.

Looking at her reflection in the glass—a reflection with hazy eyes, disheveled hair, and completely enveloped by the man's powerful aura—her last shred of reason crumbled.

She closed her eyes, buried her burning cheeks in the crook of his neck, and with an almost sobbing voice, silently acquiesced to what was about to happen.

The night outside the window was deep, and the lake in Zizhuyuan Park shimmered with tiny silvery lights under the moonlight.

The temperature inside the window, however, rose sharply...

While things were going very well on Jiang Cheng's side, things weren't so relaxed in the hospital's emergency room.

Fu Yang's abrasions on his arm have been treated and he is receiving an anti-inflammatory IV drip.

He leaned against the hospital bed, bored, scrolling through his phone with his uninjured hand, muttering, "Damn, what a bad day, that foreigner tricked me..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Shen Shuang and Xu Yan's faces appeared at the door of the ward.

Glancing at the approaching people out of the corner of his eye, Shen An smiled and waved to the two of them: "You're here."

After saying that, he turned to Fu Yang and said, "The two of them asked about you earlier, and I mentioned it briefly. I didn't expect them to actually come."

After they finished speaking, Shen Shuang and Xu Yan walked in with flowers.

"Brother Yang, did I disturb you...?"

Fu Yang immediately put down his phone and waved to the two of them: "How could I have bothered you? Thank you both for coming to see me."

Although I don't know either of them, they are women around Jiang Cheng, even if they are just Jiang Cheng's girlfriend's best friends.

However, Fu Yang was still extremely polite to the two of them.

As a fellow good man, how could he not know the special nature of his best friend?

After exchanging a few pleasantries, Jiang Xin suddenly exclaimed "Holy crap!"

His face was ashen as he stared at his phone, as if he had read some terrible news.

"What's wrong?" Fu Yang asked, frowning.

"Yeah, what? You scared me! Let me tell you, I'm the only son in my family. If you scared me to death, you'll have to compensate several of my children."

Seeing Shen Shuang and Xu Yan there, Jiang Xin put away his somewhat embarrassing expression.

She replied, feigning nonchalance, "Stop pretending. I just stored my sperm last month. You think I can't have children..."

After these words were spoken, Shen Shuang and Xu Yan were both slightly taken aback, their eyes darting between Shen An and Jiang Xin with a hint of surprise and curiosity.

Fu Yang froze for two seconds, then burst into gloating laughter. However, his excessive joy aggravated his injury, and while gasping for breath, he gave Shen An a thumbs-up: "Wow, Anzi, you've even planned this far ahead!"

Shen An's faint smile froze, and he lost all interest in joking with Fu Yang.

Turning his head, a cold, almost murderous gaze was fixed on Jiang Xin's face, as if he couldn't believe that Jiang Xin would say such a thing.

Shen An had absolutely no intention of joking with Fu Yang.

He just managed to squeeze out a few words through gritted teeth.

“Jiang Xin, if you don’t speak, no one will think you’re mute.”

As soon as Jiang Xin uttered those words, he immediately realized the enormity of his mistake.

He abruptly stopped speaking and instinctively covered his mouth with both hands.

His voice dropped several octaves because of his guilty conscience: "Well... what I mean is... sigh, Shen An, I was wrong. Just pretend I was talking nonsense, okay? This news really surprised me so much that I stammered."