Kiss Rose

Chapter 84 He Kissed Her
Jiang Qian'an really wanted to be braver.

But he is Zhou Shiyan.

The impulse in her heart was suppressed. Zhou Shiyan was just her elder. Even though he was gentle and treated her very well, the age gap between them was also a chasm.

It's not just about age, it's also about experience.

Zhou Shiyan, an adult man who is almost thirty years old, is probably just as he said, after having a successful career, he is no longer as easily moved as he was when he was young.

For people like them, feelings account for too small a proportion, are dispensable, or are just a pastime when they are bored.

Jiang Qian'an didn't think that a little girl like her who had just entered society could catch Zhou Shiyan's eye.

It’s good enough that I’m not scolded by him.

Matters of the heart shouldn't be that important to her.

After my grandfather passed away, and after I finally gave up on Ji Linche after liking him for ten years.

Jiang Qianan breathed a sigh of relief and extinguished the admiration in his heart, "Brother Shi Yan, you are so nice. For what you said, I will take care of you in your old age!"

"how am I?"

Zhou Shiyan stopped suddenly, the dim street lights illuminated his face, and his gold-rimmed glasses gleamed coldly in the light.

Those deep eyes were obscure and unfathomable.

Jiang Qian'an looked at him and was frightened by Zhou Shiyan's behavior. He unconsciously took a step back.

She had never seen Zhou Shiyan like this. He was like a wolf that suddenly tore off the sheepskin and revealed its bloodthirsty claws.

He casually turned sideways and faced Jiang Qian'an. The oppressive feeling of a superior invaded him, and the coldness was terrifying.

"Even with the Jiang family's kindness, I still have to give up. Fifteen percent of the shares is just an excuse for me to stay with you. Have you ever thought that I have ulterior motives for you?"

His voice was as pleasant as ever, deep and pleasant, and his pronunciation was gentle and seductive.

When such words are spoken by a refined and elegant person, every word put together seems unreal.

Jiang Qian looked up at him, dazed for a moment, then regained his sense of reality, a sense of solidity he had never felt before.
"I would rather you had ulterior motives towards me."

She had a purpose and was well-intentioned, but she didn't know how to repay her in a substantial way, and in the end she could only come up with useless flattering words like "I will support you in your old age."

Zhou Shiyan's eyelids twitched. He didn't expect that after so many years of being able to see into people's hearts, he didn't expect Jiang Qian's answer to be like this.

Unlike what he expected, Zhou Shiyan's lips curved slightly, "Why?"

"Before, I could still deceive myself by saying that you wanted Jiang's shares, but later on, you treated me better and better, and it became less and less true."

So Jiang Qian'an was panicked, retreated, and even felt aggrieved when Zhou Shiyan was too nice to him.

But after feeling wronged, these good things will become a burden on her.

"Except for blood ties, other good things may seem good, but they are not selfless dedication. Interests are the most long-lasting and stable relationship. When the two sides are evenly matched, you give me what you want, and I give you what you need. This is the long-term way.

I know what you need and I can give it to you, which is good for both of us.”

The summer night breeze lifted Jiang Qian'an's long hair by her ears. She stood straight, her back never really bent. From beginning to end, she was still the little princess in Lingchuan who grew up surrounded by stars.

Pride is engraved in my bones and I will never bow my head to anyone.

It seems to be lower, for Ji Linche.

Zhou Shiyan's eyes moved slightly, jealousy playing tricks in his heart.

The only person who could make Jiang Qian'an change his style and bow his head in humility and flattery was Ji Linche.

God knows how angry he was when he saw Jiang Qian'an lying in the mud in a white dress in the rain that day, as if she had fallen from the clouds into a filthy swamp.

Anger, but more of jealousy, jealous to the point of madness.

It seems that he has also become the jealous woman who is often used to accuse the poor woman in palace fighting dramas who just wants her lover to belong to her alone.

Without love and desire, how can there be jealousy? Zhou Shiyan is not a saint, and he never was.

He has seven emotions and six desires, but he is used to disguising and hiding them.

Zhou Shiyan lowered his eyes, his eyelashes covering the emotions in his eyes. He raised his hand and tucked Jiang Qian'an's hair that was messed up by the wind behind his ears as usual, but this time, he did not retract his hand.

"So, even if this is what I ask of you?"

He lifted Jiang Qian's chin with his fingers, placed the tip of his thumb on Jiang Qian's soft lips, and leaned over and leaned forward without warning.

Jiang Qian'an's pupils suddenly shrank, and in front of him was the enlarged face of Zhou Shiyan.

My heart was beating wildly in my chest, thumping loudly.

He subconsciously held his breath, and his senses were focused on the force on his lips.

She felt dizzy, not sure if it was because her body was weak during her menstrual period or because she was confused from running around all day.

There were moths circling around the street lamp, their fluttering wings casting a shadow, and they hopelessly flew towards the little light that was tightly covered by the lampshade.

When moths fly into a flame, they are courting their own destruction, but who knows if this is their own meaning, or if this is what their hearts desire.

Zhou Shiyan left quickly, and because of the fingertips separating them, he didn't really touch Jiang Qian's lips, but her scent lingered in his nostrils for a long time.

Tonight, he went beyond that.

But I've wanted to do this for a long time.

Even though they didn't actually kiss, Jiang Qian'an couldn't help but feel his legs go weak.

There was a gleam of light in Jiang Qian'an's peach blossom eyes. He blinked, but his disordered heartbeat did not calm down for a long time.

Her mind was blank and she just stared at Zhou Shiyan blankly until a figure appeared behind him.

Ji Linche came up, without saying a word, grabbed Zhou Shiyan's shoulder and punched him.

He was filled with anger, and his face was red.
"Fuck! You guys have been together behind my back for a long time, right?"

Ji Linche punched hard, and he seemed to have endless energy. His fighting style was chaotic, and he just wanted to hit people.

Zhou Shiyan frowned, dodged him and didn't want to fight anymore, he clamped Ji Linche's hand and held him down.

"Jiang Qian'an! You make me sick!"

"Did you plan this all along?"

"I said that you broke up with me just because I didn't make it to the wedding! It's not like I didn't want to marry you, it turns out you were determined to be with him."

"You are really a disgrace, selling yourself!"

"You already have a child but you still pretend to love me and pretend to be let down and hurt by me!"

"Oh, no, that seed may not be yours, Zhou Shiyan, you didn't return to China at that time, right? The seed in Jiang Qian'an's belly may not be yours, so are you willing to be the scapegoat?"

"Um--"

Ji Linche groaned, Zhou Shiyan loosened his hand and punched Ji Linche in the face.

He didn't fight back when Ji Linche pounced on him a while ago. He had been specially trained and his attacks could easily cause damage.

But he really couldn't tolerate Ji Linche's words.

An assistant hurriedly got out of the car, supported Ji Linche, and moved him back a little.

Ji Linche spat out blood in pain, covered his face, and bent over with laughter at the pool of blood.
"So you two are both trash, Jiang Qian'an. I really liked you and wanted to be with you forever."

Tears welled up in his eyes, as if he had suffered a great blow.

(End of this chapter)