003 Let me get close to you_1

In the private room, the ceiling's laser lights slowly rotated, casting a perplexing and ambiguous glow that enveloped the atmosphere with a suggestive aura of words left unsaid.

Rong Nian stood by the door, keeping a substantial distance from Jiang Xi, as if she were a menacing siren. His demeanor appeared calm and collected, yet his fingers unconsciously fidgeted with the Buddha Beads on his wrist.

A romantic entanglement?

With her?

Nonsense!

Jiang Xi was sleeping uncomfortably. She shifted, turning from her side to lying on her back, but she couldn't remain still for more than three seconds before suddenly sitting up. She then stood up shakily, supporting herself against the floor.

She searched around the room and finally found what she was looking for. She went straight to it and pushed open the frosted glass door. Soon after, Rong Nian heard the sound of water running from the bathroom.

Rong Nian: "..."

Are girls nowadays so shameless?

After Jiang Xi finished with her pants and flushed the toilet, she put down the toilet seat lid out of habit. She washed her hands under the tap, then steadied herself on the doorframe as she came out.

She didn't notice the step and unexpectedly missed her footing, careening forward like a derailed train. Suddenly, her waist was tightly gripped, and she fell into a warm embrace.

She patted her chest, still frightened, and her voice rose to a squeak, "Oh my goodness, that scared the life out of me."

Rong Nian's chest hurt from the impact, and he subconsciously clutched her waist. A vague sense of familiarity washed over him, as if he had held someone like this before.

He paused, "Watch where you're going."

Jiang Xi's mind was muddled; upon hearing the man's cool and deep voice, she thought she was dreaming. She opened her bleary eyes and looked up at the source of the voice.

She slowly lifted her head, and through her blurred vision, the face of a man became clearer and clearer.

The man's brows were sharp like blades, his nose high and sculpted as if chiseled by a craftsman, and his dark eyes were cold and clear, devoid of any emotion. Jiang Xi stared at him blankly as the face before her gradually aligned with the cold, indifference of the face in her memory…

Her mouth puckered in distress, and a wave of grievance surged, "Honey..."

A scent uniquely feminine suddenly enveloped Rong Nian. Before he could react, Jiang Xi had wrapped her arms around his neck and clung to him, her voice soft and drawn out, "Honey, I feel so bad..."

He stood stiffly, straight as a rod, his hands hanging aimlessly in the air, unsure of what to do with the woman insistently rubbing against him.

This was the first time someone had ever dared to hang onto him so unrestrainedly.

"Stand still, I will get you a glass of water."

"I don't want to stand still, I want to cuddle," Jiang Xi, thinking she was dreaming, clung tightly to the man's waist, "Chen, your body is so cold, let me cuddle..."

Hearing the name she uttered, Rong Nian's eyes deepened, and he placed his hand on her shoulder, "You're drunk, I will call someone to take you home."

Rong Nian forcefully pushed her away and turned to pick up his phone. The next second, she wrapped her arms around his waist from behind, refusing to let go, "Are you going to push me away again? It's been four years, Ah Chen, I get upset too."

Rong Nian went rigid, looking at the two intertwined shadows on the wall as his throat moved slightly. The next second, a pair of cool hands began to rove insolently underneath his clothes...

"Can't you just not drive me away?" Jiang Xi's voice was filled with plaintive whimpers as she tiptoed to kiss his earlobes, "Honey, I want to be your wife in every sense of the word..."

A spark ignited within Rong Nian, erupting like a pot boiling over.

Never had Rong Nian experienced such excitement; his aloofness, his restraint, all were consumed in a strong blaze of desire.

He grasped the back of her neck with his hand, his gaze fixed unblinkingly on her. His eyes revealed complex emotions: revulsion, distaste, yet also a hint of fervor, and he gritted his teeth, "You're playing with fire..."

A dangerous aura precipitated, and Jiang Xi felt the world spin as she collapsed into the sofa. Her dazed, drunken eyes opened to see the man looming over her.

Behind her, the door lock clicked several times, then with a "bang," it was pushed open from the outside.

Xie Jianan burst in with Qin Jiu, gaping in shock at the two people on the sofa intertwined with each other.

"Bro, bro..." Xie Jianan was so stunned he stuttered, "You better let go of Miss Jiang, she's married."

On the way over just now, he had learned that he had locked Jiang Xi and Rong Nian together. He had never met Jiang Xi, but her legend was well known in the martial world.

The stories told of how Jiang Xi had grown up with Gu Bichen, loving him deeply, madly, and passionately, to the point of banging her head against the wall for him.

To let such a woman be the first one his brother experiences, wasn't that leading his pure and straight brother to a dead end?

If his brother truly developed worldly desires and ended up only wanting Jiang Xi alive or dead, wouldn't that force the Rong and Gu families into becoming enemies?

The more Xie Jianan thought about it, the more terrified he became. He hurriedly rushed over to separate the two, stuffing the drunk and confused Jiang Xi into Qin Jiu's arms, "Jiujiu, quickly take your bestie away."

With Jiang Xi in her arms, Qin Jiu's gaze unintentionally drifted towards Rong Nian. He was sitting disheveled on the sofa, half his face cast in shadow, appearing unfathomable as he stared intently at Jiang Xi in her embrace.

That look in his eye was as if he wanted to devour Jiang Xi whole.

Qin Jiu had originally wanted to scold them, but now she didn't dare to vent her anger, "I'm sorry for the interruption, I'll take her away immediately."

Jiang Xi didn't make a fuss and was led out of the private room with the help of Qin Jiu.

It wasn't until the door closed behind them that Qin Jiu breathed a sigh of relief. Looking at the utterly intoxicated Jiang Xi, she muttered, "Ancestor, do you even know whom you've provoked?"

Rong Nian—the Master of Jing City, the undefeated God of Killing.

Five years ago, he was tasked with eradicating criminals at the border. The mission ended in a bloodbath, and it was said that no one survived except for Rong Nian.

After that, Rong Nian developed PTSD from the war and, disregarding the law, he executed criminals without mercy.

Everyone knew he was out of control and couldn't be left on the front line any longer.

The Rong Family went to great lengths to have him step down from the front line and he secluded himself for a year. When he returned to Jing City, he rarely showed his face, rumored to be recuperating in a mountain villa.

Come to think of it, during the year of his seclusion, Jiang Xi had also disappeared. By the time she returned, Bai Wanwan was already by Gu Bichen's side.

The atmosphere in the private room became stagnant.

Xie Jianan rubbed his hands nervously, not daring to look at Rong Nian's expression, "I'm sorry, brother, I was misinformed and almost caused a big mess."

Jiang Xi was supposed to be Gu Bichen's wife, and even if Gu Bichen didn't care much for her, she was still part of the Gu Family. If she were to lose her honor to Rong Nian...

He couldn't bear to think about it, and he didn't dare to!

But what was wrong with his brother? Had he really become so desperate after seclusion in the mountains that he would find even a sow as enticing as fairy? Was he that undiscerning?

Though the face of Jiang Xi... was indeed captivating.

Rong Nian, leisurely fingering the Buddha Beads, remained silent.

The atmosphere was oppressive.

Knowing he was at fault, Xie Jianan stole a glance at Rong Nian, "Bro, if you're truly aroused, how about I find you a few young ones? Miss Jiang isn't the right one for you."

"It seems you've been quite a playboy yourself. I'll tell our aunt about this later so she can properly deal with you. You better not exhaust yourself at such a young age and regret it when you're older," Rong Nian stood up and began to walk out.

Xie Jianan quickly followed him, pleading, "Brother, brother, it was my fault today, please don't tell my mom; she'll nag me to death."

"You deserve to be nagged."

"Brother, I was wrong!"

Xie Jianan was Rong Nian's cousin and also an avid admirer. Ever since he was little, he had idolized Rong Nian, thinking he was cool, especially in his military uniform.

The incident today was mishandled by him, and he needed to find a way to make it up to his brother.

If his brother really took a fancy to Jiang Xi, he could step in to dissolve her marriage. As soon as she got divorced, he could drive up in his Rolls-Royce Phantom and deliver her straight to his brother's bed...

As long as his brother was happy, Gu Bichen meant nothing!

By the time Rong Nian settled in the passenger seat of the sports car, Xie Jianan's constant muttering could be heard, "Brother, earlier with Miss Jiang... you didn't even break her hand. Tell me honestly, did you or did you not develop desires for her?"