That was Jiang Xingxing’s first time, like a revelry before the end of the world. They both immersed themselves completely, with pain and pleasure mingling as he repeatedly lifted her to the heights of bliss.
She gripped his back tightly, crying out, wanting to release all her happiness.
And beneath her, he gazed up at her with an intense, deep affection and reluctance in his dark eyes, filled with desire and obsession.
Jiang Xingxing couldn’t even remember how she eventually fell asleep.
A sudden rain through the night, and the morning sunlight was exceptionally bright, streaming into the room through thin curtains.
The first to wake was Shang Jie.
When he opened his eyes, he was met with the sight of the girl’s thick, curly eyelashes, her fair skin appearing almost translucent in the sunlight, her brows and eyes shaped in soft, graceful lines, and her pink lips lightly pressed together in unconsciousness.
There was a scar on her left forehead—a scar that inexplicably tugged at Shang Jie’s heart, sparking a pang of emotion he couldn’t quite identify. Thinking too deeply on it only gave him a headache.
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At that moment, Jiang Xingxing, still half-asleep, stirred and felt a chill. Instinctively, she reached to pull the soft silk blanket from Shang Jie.
When he didn’t let go, she slipped under the blanket, nestling against his warm body, murmuring drowsily, “Husband…”
Hearing that soft, tender “husband” sent his mind racing, his heart beating wildly in a way he had never felt before.
The girl lay clinging to his warm chest like a gentle, affectionate kitten, having abandoned all barriers between them as if he was her closest lover.
Only a little creature with utmost trust would sleep so peacefully beside someone.
Watching her calm, serene sleeping face, Shang Jie’s normally cold heart unexpectedly felt a hint of warmth.
At that moment, there was a knock on the door from outside. Shang Jie told the visitor to enter while he used the blanket to cover the girl beside him, concealing her in his embrace.
Lin Chuan, dressed in a neat black suit, looked at Shang Jie with slight confusion and said, “Dr. Lawrence just called, asking about your condition.”
Uncertain, he asked, “Boss, is it really you?”
Shang Jie nodded and made a motion for silence, indicating that he should leave quietly.
Lin Chuan glanced down, noticing the disarray of the bed, and understood somewhat, leaving the room quietly and politely closing the door behind him.
The moment Shang Jie woke up, he knew what had happened.
His second personality was aware of everything he experienced, so naturally, he could clearly remember everything that happened during his second personality’s presence, leaving no gaps in his memory.
Everything, down to the smallest detail, was engraved deeply in his heart, clear as day.
Last night, the girl beside him gave her most precious first time to him; she was now completely his woman.
He could still vividly recall that ultimate thrill, a feeling of bliss unlike anything he’d ever experienced. She was also the first woman he’d been with in his twenty-eight rather unremarkable years of life.
Shang Jie rubbed his forehead, feeling a bit troubled.
The girl shifted on top of him, then wrapped her arms around his neck and suddenly leaned in to kiss him.
Shang Jie: !!!
The girl, still somewhat groggy, instinctively nibbled at his dry lips, murmuring softly, “You’re awake…”
Shang Jie was so stunned that his arms stiffened, his whole body froze, and he didn’t dare move.
Sensing something off, the girl blinked and opened her eyes.
They looked at each other for a moment. Her light hazel eyes filled with shock, while his deep brown eyes remained calm as ever.
Realizing what had happened, Jiang Xingxing quickly pulled herself away, taking half of the blanket with her.
Now, each of them was holding onto a half of the blanket to cover themselves, but since they were a bit far apart, one of them was always left slightly exposed.
Shang Jie, with gentlemanly composure, let go of the blanket, exposing his muscular thigh.
Jiang Xingxing clutched the blanket tightly. At that moment, facing each other like this, she felt incredibly awkward and on edge.
There’s probably nothing more overwhelming than waking up and finding you’ve changed husbands overnight—especially right after doing something so intimate.
Shang Jie clearly noticed her body trembling.
Was she afraid?
He paused, then broke the silence, “Hello, I’m Shang Jie.”
His serious, formal self-introduction felt somewhat absurd, given they were both entirely unclothed, facing each other on the bed.
Blushing, Jiang Xingxing replied softly, “Hello, I’m Jiang Xingxing.”
A long, awkward silence followed, with neither of them speaking, as the tension grew.
After a moment, Shang Jie cleared his throat and suggested, “Miss Jiang, let’s… get dressed first.”
Jiang Xingxing nodded, “Okay.”
But their clothes were scattered all over the room. As Jiang Xingxing turned her head to search, she spotted her light apricot-colored bra lying next to his pillow.
Following her gaze, Shang Jie also noticed the apricot-colored bra. Feeling awkward, he reached out, picked it up, and handed it to her.
Jiang Xingxing extended her slender, fair arm to take the bra from him, her face red as a tomato.
Meanwhile, Shang Jie very gentlemanly closed his eyes—
“Miss Jiang, please, go first.”
Jiang Xingxing: …
What kind of marriage had she ended up in?
She was sure that while she was getting dressed, Shang Jie hadn’t peeked, which reassured her somewhat. Compared to his second personality, Shang Jie’s primary personality was more disciplined and steady, inspiring a sense of trust.
While she was getting dressed and washing up, Shang Jie went to shower, staying in there for a full fifty minutes. Who knew what he was doing in there.
When he came out, Jiang Xingxing had already prepared a white shirt and black suit, hanging them neatly on the clothes rack. She handed them to him, looking like the picture of a gentle, devoted wife.
The shirt outlined his well-proportioned waist. After he’d put on his pants, Jiang Xingxing brought over a tie and moved to help him put it on.
Shang Jie took the tie and said, “You don’t need to do these things.”
“Oh.”
Her outstretched hand froze mid-air before she pulled it back, feeling a bit disappointed.
In the past, Shang Jie enjoyed having her help him with his tie, always looking down at her with eyes full of warmth.
But the man in front of her now radiated an unfamiliar air—polite yet distant.
Watching her leave with a crestfallen expression, Shang Jie felt an inexplicable pang in his heart. He knew this was the second personality’s emotions affecting him.
Lawrence had explained that the second personality was essentially a persona Shang Jie had subconsciously created. In other words, the emotions of this second personality were actually his own.
Following this logic, if the second personality had fallen in love with her, did that mean… she was, in fact, his love too?
Shang Jie frowned. He had never considered that he might one day get married, have a woman of his own, or build a real home.
It had all happened too quickly, and he wasn’t ready for any of it.
Sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows into the living room, lighting it up.
Jiang Xingxing and Shang Jie sat on opposite sides of the sofa, facing each other, neither speaking first.
Lin Chuan, standing behind, glanced at his watch and reminded Shang Jie, “Boss, you have a lunch appointment with Vice President Fu from Zhuoyue Group at twelve to discuss financing.”
Technically, it was an appointment made by the second personality.
The one relief for Shang Jie was that this time, his second personality had spent more time focusing on work and hadn’t delayed the company’s progress.
Shang Jie nodded, then looked at Jiang Xingxing. Finally, after much hesitation, he managed to speak: “Miss Jiang, how much do you want?”
The moment he said it, guilt surged through him like a typical scoundrel’s remorse. Although all the foolishness was caused by his second personality, he was always left to clean up the mess. Yet, this time, he felt genuine guilt.
As expected, the girl across from him instantly teared up, looking at him with resentment and hurt.
Shang Jie’s heart twisted painfully, but there was no choice; his current condition made marriage—and even having a woman—impossible.
“You know about my condition.” Shang Jie forced himself to adopt his usual decisive, business-like demeanor. He raised his elegant hand, and Lin Chuan immediately handed him a check and pen.
“Is twenty million enough?” He wrote down the amount on the check.
Jiang Xingxing: …
What—twenty million!
Her tears stopped, and suddenly, she seriously considered abandoning her new husband!1lol
Unaware of her thoughts, Shang Jie, overtaken by guilt, raised the breakup fee to thirty million. “And the Demon’s Eye necklace, worth twenty million—it was a gift from me, so you can keep it as well.”
Jiang Xingxing: …
What should she do?! She was so tempted—fifty million! Good heavens, what husband could be worth so much?
She looked up at Shang Jie, that familiar, handsome face now carrying an utterly foreign expression in his eyes and brows.
Even his demeanor had changed.
She recalled what Shang Jie had said to her over and over the previous day—
“Don’t leave me…”
And suddenly, she understood the worry of his second personality. It wasn’t that he feared his primary personality would insist on breaking up, but rather that the astronomical price he offered would be hard for any reasonable woman to refuse.
Jiang Xingxing glanced at Lin Chuan, silently pleading for help. Lin Chuan could only respond with a helpless look, pretending not to notice any of it.
“Mr. Shang, I just married you yesterday.” Jiang Xingxing forced herself to say, “I don’t want your money. I… I married you because I like you.”
Her terms of address had changed—“husband” had become “Mr. Shang,” and “you” had become the more formal “you.”
But even so, when she confessed her feelings, Shang Jie’s heart still skipped a beat.
Everything had changed since he’d woken up this time, including himself.
Expressionless, Shang Jie leaned against the edge of the sofa, his deep brown eyes fixed on the woman before him.
He could always tell when someone was lying, and this woman was not lying.
She liked him.
But he couldn’t accept it.
“I’m not able to marry. I hope you can understand that, Miss Jiang.”
Jiang Xingxing shook her head, indicating she couldn’t understand.
Shang Jie patiently explained, “My current physical and mental condition doesn’t allow me to have a family. I don’t know what the future holds, so it would be difficult for me to be responsible to my wife or even to any future children.”
His mind was sharp and rational, and in front of this man, Jiang Xingxing felt that anything she said or did would seem wrong.
She could only quietly pull out her marriage certificate. “Mr. Shang, we’re already… married.”
Seeing the marriage certificate, Shang Jie felt a massive headache coming on.
As long as she didn’t agree to a divorce, she would be his wife in both name and reality. The panicked screams from the night before and the bloodstains on the sheets that morning had made it very clear that this pure girl had given him her most precious self.
“Miss Jiang, from a medical standpoint, any decisions I make during treatment don’t count—including marriage.”
“I… I don’t want a divorce.” Jiang Xingxing looked at Shang Jie with her bright, honest eyes and said, “I love you very much.”
Shang Jie: …
All his elite education and life experience had not prepared him for this situation: facing a woman who liked him—his newlywed wife, no less—earnestly confessing her love while he was asking for a divorce. It felt beyond heartless.
Lin Chuan reminded Shang Jie once again that it was time to leave for his appointment, and he needed to wrap this up quickly.
Without hesitation, Shang Jie stood up, and Jiang Xingxing instinctively stood as well, reaching out to smooth his suit collar, as if to send him off.
Even faced with his gentle and thoughtful young bride, Shang Jie hardened his heart and said coldly, “Miss Jiang, I’ll have a lawyer come by later today to discuss the divorce arrangements with you, and then I’d ask you to move out of the villa. Of course… if you can’t find a place to stay right away, you can remain here for now.”
Jiang Xingxing quickly responded, “I do have a place to stay—my old home is still there, so I can pack a few things and leave. But Mr. Shang, I truly don’t want a divorce. Please reconsider.”
Shang Jie: …
Suppressing the reluctance in his heart, he said, “Miss Jiang, forgive me for being blunt, but that’s not up to you. Goodbye.”
Shang Jie walked out the door. In the sunlight-dappled courtyard, their golden retriever bounded over excitedly, tongue lolling, tail wagging wildly, as it crouched down in a playful stance, eager to play with him.
But Shang Jie ignored it. The golden retriever’s enthusiastic leap missed, and it tilted its head in confusion, letting out a small whine: “Woof.”
Jiang Xingxing walked over, crouched down, and stroked the golden retriever’s big head, sadly saying, “Da Mao, your dad doesn’t want us anymore.”
Shang Jie: …
The guilt of abandoning his wife and child only grew stronger. He really was the world’s number one scoundrel!
Sansukini: Xingxing, Jiayou! ( ੭ ･ᴗ･ )੭
I reallty like that she’ll fight to be with him, even if it’s a different personality.
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Just after sharing the most intimate moment of a girl life. And after signing the marriage certificate! That hurts.
Call mommy Sang…ASAP!!! 😁