Chapter 31: President Su's First Time, Two Women Forced to Eavesdrop
Jiang Chen held Su Qingge.
Su Qingge was very light, with a delicate frame. Usually, her sharp professional attire gave her a powerful aura, but stripped of those shells, she was just a woman with nowhere left to turn.
"Do you regret it?" Jiang Chen whispered against her ear, his voice so low it sounded like he was discussing what to have for breakfast tomorrow.
Su Qingge didn't speak.
She buried her face in the crook of Jiang Chen's neck, her hands gripping the fabric of his back tightly, her nails almost sinking into his flesh. She shook her head; the movement was slight but resolute.
Jiang Chen smiled. He didn't continue the kiss in the narrow hallway but instead tightened his hold on her arms and walked toward the bed.
The 1.5-meter bed seemed incredibly cramped at this moment.
Lin Wan was sleeping on the outermost edge, her breathing long and steady as if she were in a deep sleep. Chen Man occupied the middle, sprawled out in all directions, leaving only a sliver of space against the wall.
That was left for Jiang Chen.
Now, it had to fit two people.
Jiang Chen first placed Su Qingge inside.
Like a startled rabbit, she quickly shrunk into the corner, her back against the cold wall, curling herself into a ball.
Immediately after, Jiang Chen crawled in as well. He turned on his side, using his broad back to shield her from Lin Wan and Chen Man, completely enveloping Su Qingge in his shadow.
This was a completely enclosed, tiny space that belonged only to the two of them.
"President Su," Jiang Chen propped one hand on the pillow beside her ear, while the other gently pressed down on her hand as she moved to unbutton her pajamas. "The soundproofing here is very poor, and... they are right next to us."
Su Qingge's hand froze mid-air, her eyelashes trembling violently.
She certainly knew.
Lin Wan's back was less than ten centimeters behind Jiang Chen.
She could even feel the mattress slightly rising and falling with Chen Man's breathing.
The illusion of conducting this transaction in plain sight made her already taut nerves feel like they were about to snap.
Shame washed over her like a tide, but she didn't dare stop, fearing Jiang Chen would go back on his word.
"Don't call me President Su." Su Qingge's voice was as thin as a thread, carrying a hint of pleading as her trembling fingers tried to continue. "Call me by my name... I can do this."
"Sleep."
Jiang Chen dominantly grabbed her wrist and tucked her hand back under the covers, his tone brook no argument.
Su Qingge was stunned. She looked up in shock, her swollen eyes filled with confusion and panic. "You... don't want to? Or do you think I'm not worth..."
"I've said before, I don't do losing trades." Jiang Chen leaned closer, their breaths intertwining in an intensely ambiguous atmosphere, yet his eyes remained clear. "Right now, your head is full of debts. I don't like a Su Qingge like that."
"But I..."
"Shh." Jiang Chen placed a finger against her lips.
The mattress made a faint "creak."
The sound was particularly jarring in the silence of the night.
Behind Jiang Chen, Lin Wan's breathing faltered.
Her previously steady chest began to heave rapidly, and her hand outside the covers had tightened its grip on the bedsheet at some point.
She wasn't asleep. Or rather, in a room so thick with hormones, who could sleep?
She couldn't hear their specific conversation, only the rustle of fabric rubbing together and Su Qingge's tearful pleading.
Even without seeing, Lin Wan could imagine everything happening in the corner.
And Chen Man, in the middle, was suffering even more.
In her heart, she cursed Jiang Chen a hundred times.
This bastard really does "spread the favor equally"! But despite the cursing, the emptiness of being neglected grew like wild grass.
The "battle" in the corner continued.
...
After it ended.
"Look at this. Have you calmed down?"
Jiang Chen fumbled in the dark for a moment, grabbed his phone from the pillow, opened an Offshore Banking App, unlocked it with his fingerprint, and shoved the screen in front of Su Qingge.
The moment the screen lit up, the blinding light made Su Qingge instinctively squint.
"Look closely." Jiang Chen's voice carried the confidence of someone in total control.
Su Qingge struggled to focus her gaze.
Behind the "Available Balance" column, a long string of numbers struck like lightning, clearing the fog before her eyes.
Ones, tens, hundreds, thousands, ten thousands...
Ten million.
It really was ten million! And it was cash that could be mobilized at any time!
Su Qingge's pupils contracted sharply, and her breath hitched. All her grievances, despair, and fear collapsed instantly before this number.
She suddenly covered her mouth to stop herself from crying out, but tears gushed out like a flood breaking through a dam.
"Jiang Chen... save me..."
Amidst extreme shock and emotion, she cried out these words hidden in the deepest part of her heart.
It wasn't physical pleasure, but a shudder of the soul.
"I'm here."
Jiang Chen reached out and pulled her into his arms, letting her tears soak his chest. "Dry your tears. Starting tomorrow, no one will be able to bully you except me."
Su Qingge huddled in his arms like a wounded kitten, clutching his waist tightly as if he were the only piece of driftwood in the world.
The wind and snow continued, but at this moment, in this crowded and narrow corner, Su Qingge felt her dead heart begin to beat again.
All these sounds, falling upon the ears of the two women pretending to sleep behind them, became another kind of sleepless, romantic misunderstanding (not exactly).