Chapter 25 - Better Prospects, A Better Home (1/2)

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Tang Qiu’s face turned red. Flustered into helplessness, she explained once again, “I was just worried about your illness. I didn’t refuse to kiss you…”

If she had truly refused him, he would have lashed out in fury long ago. “Then kiss me now.”

He was being unfair; he had already forced a kiss on her earlier. But she couldn’t withstand the weight of his gaze on her, bright and burning, so she gave him a peck on the cheek, the barest brush of lips across skin.

Jiang Shaocheng was unmoved. “I’ve told you that a proper kiss between husband and wife is exchanged on the lips.”

Torn between crying and laughing, Tang Qiu could only lean in obediently and plant a kiss on his lips. “Can we go to the hospital now?”

The corner of Jiang Shaocheng’s lips quirked. “I’m fine now. There’s no need for that.”

“Really?”

“Absolutely.”

A laugh nearly bubbled to Tang Qiv’s lips. But that dark cloud looming over his features had dissipated, so she swallowed the remnants of her irritation.

Back in the mansion, Tang Qiu went to make dinner, and He Lei pushed Jiang Shaocheng’s wheelchair into the study.

The instant the door closed, Jiang Shaocheng said coldly, “Aren’t you really something, He Lei.”

He Lei lowered his head, frightened at the icy sarcasm in his master’s voice. “Deepest apologies, Young Master. The young mistress was around, and I thought that resorting to force would scare her.”

At the mention of Tang Qiu, Jiang Shaocheng’s features softened just slightly.

“And here I thought you were thinking of finding a new job.” He Lei was so wronged by the accusation that he nearly collapsed to his knees and begged for forgiveness on the spot. “There won’t be a year-end bonus for you this year. And if this happens again, you can start looking around for better job

prospects.”

He Lei was taken aback. He had served Jiang Shaocheng for many years, but this was the first time that his young master had all but told him to get lost. He was truly furious, then.

“There won’t be a next time, Young Master, I promise. I’ll go look into who that man was right away.”

He left, leaving Jiang Shaocheng to sit alone in contemplation for a while. Afterwards, he pushed his wheelchair downstairs to look for Tang Qiu.

“Can I help you with anything?” With his gentle, warm demeanor, no one would have expected him to be the same man from earlier in the study, full of deadly rage that bumed hotter than the fires of hell.

“What a timely arrival.” Tang Qiu passed him some chopsticks, smiling, “Try this and see how you like it.”