Forbidden To Be Tempted

The moment she heard her voice, Jiang Yu's fingertips trembled, and she secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

She had won.

The kid is willing.

The corners of her mouth curled imperceptibly as she turned her face back, returning to her calm expression. She reached out her hand and gently caressed the girl's face.

"Sister..." Cheng Suran held the hand on her face, feeling its warmth, and looked at her with intense gaze. "Can you tell me why you want to renew the contract?"

"Because..." Jiang Yu raised an eyebrow.

Cheng Suran held her breath.

Although she knew she wouldn't hear the answer she wanted, she couldn't help but hope. There was a voice in her head shouting: "Control your gaze, or you'll be exposed, and sister will notice."

But she couldn't.

Suddenly, Jiang Yu leaned in, almost pressing her lips against hers, and whispered in a low voice, "Because Ranran satisfies me. Sister likes you the most."

A feather-light kiss landed on the girl's lips.

She revealed a devilish smile, her slender, enchanting eyes captivating.

Cheng Suran felt as if she had been electrified. Her heartbeat accelerated suddenly, and her body involuntarily leaned towards her, her lips pursed as if seeking a kiss.

"Then, can you... call me Ranran from now on?"

"Okay." Jiang Yu kissed her.

The soft lips were like jelly, releasing a wave of scorching breath, swirling around her tongue. But it lasted only for a dozen seconds before they parted.

"Sister, can I call you Coco too?" Cheng Suran looked at her with moist eyes, softly pleading.

Jiang Yu's gaze remained gentle, but the words that came out were icy cold. "No."

"Um, okay."

If she can't, then she can't.

It's fine to hear her sister call her by a nickname.

Cheng Suran comforted herself, and a smile blossomed on her face, with two little dimples looking sweet.

After renewing the contract, the heavy stone pressing on her chest disappeared. She no longer felt the impending sense of doom. Cheng Suran was in a relaxed state, with a good mood and appetite. Everything she ate tasted delicious, and her wounds healed quickly.

Jiang Yu adjusted her work schedule, pushing aside unimportant matters. If there were unavoidable tasks, she would fly over, sometimes to Jiangcheng sometimes to other cities. After finishing her busy schedule, she would fly back to Lingzhou. That's how she shuttled between the two places.

On the day of removing the stitches, which was also the day of her discharge, Jiang Yu deliberately caught an early flight back.

The kid sat on the chair, crossing her legs, while the nurse carefully removed the gauze. She quickly turned and hugged Jiang Yu, burying her face in Jiang Yu's embrace, too afraid to look.

"Don't be scared—" Jiang Yu held her tightly, comforting her softly.

But she couldn't help but caution the nurse, "Please be gentle, thank you."

The nurse nodded, suppressing a smile.

She felt a slight pulling sensation in her left leg, not as painful as she had imagined. She could endure it. Cheng Suran gradually relaxed, resting her head on Jiang Yu's abdomen, secretly giving a kiss through the fabric.

Jiang Yu was completely focused on observing the wound.

As the stitches were removed, the pink scar became visible, glaring and ugly against the large expanse of fair skin. Jiang Yu furrowed her brows, as if the scar was embedded in her own heart, causing a faint ache.

After a while, the stitches were removed, and the nurse advised, "You can take a shower and apply scar treatment three days from now. Avoid drinking alcohol and eating spicy food within the next month."

"Can the medication completely remove the scar?" Jiang Yu asked eagerly.

The nurse replied, "If the dermis is injured, it will leave a scar. The medication can only help fade it, but her wound has been stitched well, so the scar should be relatively small. If she doesn't have a predisposition to scarring, she can try the medication first and consider laser scar removal later."

"Okay, thank you," Jiang Yu's forehead relaxed, and her expression softened slightly.

Cheng Suran looked at Jiang Yu's worried face, stood up, and gently reassured her, "Sister, it's okay, I'm not afraid of having a scar at all. Besides, I don't like wearing shorts or skirts in the summer, so it's a good thing I won't get tanned."

Jiang Yu rubbed the girl's head, smiling helplessly without saying a word.

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After being discharged from the hospital, they couldn't leave Lingzhou temporarily. The three of them changed hotels, switching from a double room near the hospital to a suite in the city center. Xiao Zhou stayed in a separate room, while Jiang Yu and Cheng Suran shared one. Their departure flight was booked for four days later.

Cheng Suran didn't want to share a bed with Jiang Yu.

She hadn't taken a shower in over ten days and could only use a towel dampened with water to wipe herself. Her hair had only been washed twice with the help of Xiao Zhou. She felt uncomfortable all over, even disgusted with herself, and didn't want to suffocate Jiang Yu with her presence in the same bed.

However, Jiang Yu didn't mind and still held her at night.

After enduring three days, Jiang Yu still didn't feel reassured enough to let Cheng Suran take a shower. She insisted on waiting for one more day. On the eve of their departure from Lingzhou, after the hotel staff changed the bedsheets and duvet cover, she personally helped Cheng Suran with her bath.

"Sister, I can do it myself..." Cheng Suran covered her clothes, one hand tugging at the door, her face as red as a monkey's butt.

The bathroom was filled with steam, as they had let the water run for a while to raise the temperature, and the bathroom heater was on, making it cozy. Cheng Suran couldn't wait to plunge into the embrace of the warm water, but this sister—

Jiang Yu held her and kissed her affectionately, coaxing in a gentle voice, "Tell me, which part of you hasn't been seen by sister, hmm? Don't be shy, Ranran, be a good girl."

Cheng Suran wanted to bury herself in the ground at that moment.

"Sister..."

"You're being disobedient."

"Mm, I'll listen."

Jiang Yu smiled satisfied and let go of her hand.

Cheng Suran blushed and gave up struggling.

Being young was indeed wonderful, fresh and tender, full of collagen. The warm water flowed gently, like a peeled egg. When she washed her intimate areas, Jiang Yu couldn't resist and had an encounter in the bathroom.

Her bathrobe was soaked halfway through.

"Mm, Sister, I knew you—"

"Hush."

After taking a shower, Cheng Suran hastily wrapped herself in pajamas and fled to the bed. She quickly dried her hair and buried herself under the covers.

Jiang Yu stayed in the bathroom and rinsed casually. She leisurely put on her clean robe, took out a tube of ointment from her suitcase, sat on the edge of the bed, and pulled back the bedding.

A red head popped out, then swiftly turned away.

"It's time to apply the ointment," Jiang Yu doesn't know whether to laugh or cry as she reached out to hold her.

Cheng Suran mumbled, "I'll do it myself."

Who knows if this sister would play any tricks while applying the ointment?

But she kind of liked it...

"Be obedient," Jiang Yu brought out her secret weapon.

Cheng Suran immediately sat up and obediently placed her leg on Jiang Yu's knee.

A shocking scar stood out on her snow-white skin, making one's heart skip a beat. Jiang Yu's smile gradually froze on her face as she carefully touched it with her fingertips, feeling the uneven texture.

Her breathing paused, and she didn't speak for a long time. Silently, she unscrewed the cap of the ointment, squeezed out a bit, and gently applied it to the scar.

She had bought imported scar removal creams and scar patches, although she knew their effectiveness was limited, she still wanted to give them a try.

"Ranran..."

"?"

Jiang Yu's fingertips paused for a moment. She looked up at the girl and smiled, "I asked a few friends and also looked into several hospitals in China. If the ointment doesn't eliminate this scar, sister will take you abroad for laser surgery, alright?"

"If it can't be done in China, we'll go abroad. We'll try various methods, in any case."

"..."

Cheng Suran met her gaze for a moment, seeing the guilt and tenderness filling those eyes. Suddenly, her heart felt heavy, as if it had been blocked.

She didn't want her sister to feel guilty because of this scar.

She also didn't want... her sister to be kind to her out of guilt. She wanted her sister to be genuinely... well, that was impossible.

So, this scar should stay.

Let it remain, reminding her at every contract expiration, when they part ways, of the stunning person she once encountered and the crazy things they did.

Perhaps it would be the most profound memory of her life.

"Ranran?" Jiang Yu waved her hand.

Cheng Suran snapped out of her thoughts, smiled, and said, "Okay."

She had to console her sister first.

After applying the ointment, Jiang Yu put scar patches on her, and then started to pack their belongings.

The clothes Cheng Suran wore when she arrived were dirty and had been thrown away. Over the past few days, Jiang Yu had bought several new sets of clothes. Their belongings weren't many and were packed in her suitcase. At a glance, the two of them looked like a couple going on a trip.

Jiang Yu turned her back to Cheng Suran, squatting in front of the suitcase. The hem of her tight vest revealed a graceful waistline.

Cheng Suran quietly raised her phone, took a photo, and saved it in a special album on QQ, adding a caption: "Domestic and virtuous, Jiang Coco."

Then she opened WeChat and changed Jiang Yu's nickname to "Add a Spoonful of Coco."

Hehe.

"Ranran—" Jiang Yu suddenly turned around.

Cheng Suran was so shocked that she almost dropped her phone. She pretended to remain calm and put on a gentle smile. "Sister, what's the matter?"

"Tomorrow we're leaving, don't you want to go home and see your parents?" Jiang Keke, unaware of her little action, sat down and pulled her into her arms.

"..."

"The scar is hidden under your clothes, so Mom and Dad won't notice. You can safely go back home."

Cheng Suran hung her head low.

"What's wrong?" Thinking she had something difficult to express, Jiang Yu pondered for a moment and comfortingly patted her back. "It's alright, if you don't want to go, then don't. Sister was just asking, you can go back home whenever you want."

"Let's go to sleep early then."

After saying that, she kissed her forehead.

Cheng Suran bit her lip, her long hair covering half of her face, her expression gloomy and unclear. Her fingers tightly clutched the bedsheet, as if she was struggling.

Finally, just as Jiang Yu was about to tuck her into the covers, she gathered her courage and said, "I don't have parents..."

Jiang Yu froze.

"When I was very young, they got divorced. I don't know where my mother went, I've never seen her. Then I lived with my grandmother and father in the countryside. When I was seven, my father got drunk and got into a fight, and someone stabbed him to death. After that, I lived with my aunt, and then... I went to Jiangcheng to study." Cheng Suran curled up her legs, hugging her knees, her fingers picking at the bedsheet.

"Actually, when I mentioned the old city district, it's my aunt's house. I feel... that can't be considered my home, so..."

So there's only my hometown, but no real home of my own. Whether I go back or not, it's all the same.

Her voice became quieter and quieter.

She didn't want to talk about these things originally, but Sister asked again. She guessed that Sister must come from a happy family, right? Only those who come from a harmonious family would always think about home and worry about their parents.

For a "rootless duckweed" like her, no matter what she encountered, the option of parents was never in her initial response.

Things like sharing joy without worry, or not wanting to make parents concerned—she had no concept of them and couldn't understand. Most of the time, she simply didn't want to talk about her own matters with others and let misunderstandings prevail.

The dim yellow bedside lamp cast a slanted light, projecting her lonely shadow on the wall.

Jiang Yu quietly gazed at her, her lips moved. "Your cousin is your aunt's daughter, right?"

"Mm..."

"So, they treat you poorly as a family."

"..." Cheng Suran raised her head, looking at Jiang Yu in shock, her expression clearly asking, "How did you know?"

Huh?

She didn't say anything, did she?

No—last time, Sister saw her fighting with her cousin.

"If they treated you well, why would you hesitate to go back home? Why would your cousin speak to you with a commanding tone? Why would you fight on the street?"

"..."

She was speechless.

"They treat you poorly because they despise you as a burden, but they keep you around because you still have value. Until the day you're completely worthless... no, even if you were dead, you would still hold value. So unless they die first, as long as you don't run fast enough, they will squeeze you to death."

Jiang Yu's face remained calm, but her voice turned extremely cold.

Cheng Suran's heart was instantly and decisively pierced. Her lips trembled, a sour feeling swirling in her eyes, as if she suddenly became an exposed and pitiful creature under the sunlight.

Ha.

She wasn't ugly, and she wasn't pitiful.

"Yeah, I'm someone who came from that kind of place, so what? I've already run away. I can stand on my own outside, I can live on my own. I'm doing well now, and I'll be even better in the future."

"Jiang Yu—" Cheng Suran called out her name with teary eyes. "Don't pity me or feel sorry for me. I don't need it!"

After saying that, she turned her back and quickly wiped her face.

Tears continued to flow in silence.

She actually cared a lot about how she appeared in front of her sister, but their relationship couldn't accommodate her concerns. She deserved to be looked down upon, pitied, and seen as miserable...

Jiang Yu was startled by the sudden call-out.

The girl stood with her back straight, her shoulders trembling, refusing to yield, displaying stubbornness and determination.

Did she misunderstand something?

"Ranran..."

"Don't speak."

"..."

Jiang Yu slowly approached and hugged her from behind.

As expected, the startled little bird in her arms flapped its wings, trying to struggle and escape. But Jiang Yu held her tightly, leaving her no choice but to bury her face and hide.

"Sister didn't mean it that way." Jiang Yu comforted her while gently stroking her hair.

Unexpectedly, instead of calming down, the girl exploded. Cheng Suran bit Jiang Yu's hand and burst into tears, crying loudly, "I'm not worthless! I don't owe anyone anything! I never used their money. All that came from my father's compensation. I've been earning my own money since I turned eighteen. Wuwuwu…"

As she cried, she collapsed in Jiang Yu's embrace.

"Okay, okay, Sister was wrong. Don't cry, be good." Jiang Yu patted her back, feeling her heart ache.

"I don't sympathize with you, nor do I pity you. Sister just thinks that someone who lives for themselves is amazing. Not everyone can be so clear-headed and determined. Some people are restrained by morality and conscience, lacking courage. But you're still young, with infinite possibilities for the future. Anything that becomes a shackle should be discarded. Whoever holds you back, kick them away without hesitation, don't hesitate, don't look back, just keep moving forward."

Keep moving forward, always.

She took a deep breath, her eyes swollen, repeating this phrase in her heart.

Over a decade ago, she had said the same thing to herself.

To move forward, she could give up everything, including emotions. If emotions became an obstacle on her path, she would unhesitatingly cast them aside.During the most difficult period of her life, she walked the streets and looked at every person on the roadside, feeling that they were happier and more fortunate than herself. Thus, she developed a habitual mindset, always assuming that even children from poor families had some form of support.

But just a few minutes ago, she learned that their trajectories in the first twenty years of their lives were roughly the same.

Therefore, she could easily guess similar experiences...

However, that was just her past life.

Many, many people like them had lost their way on the path of escape because it was arduous. They either lost their direction or compromised and turned back, resulting in fewer and fewer people on the road.

At this moment, she felt as if she wasn't raising a bird but planting a tree.

She watched the young sapling slowly grow, knowing that one day it would become a towering tree.

"Sister... sister..." the person in her arms stopped crying and called out to her repeatedly.

Warm lips pressed against her eyelids.

Jiang Yu kissed away the girl's tears and whispered softly, "Ranran, do you believe in Sister? In the future, you will become the person you most want to be."

"I believe." Cheng Suran nodded vigorously.

She wanted to become someone who could proudly stand by Jiang Yu's side.

Author's Note:

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