365-Day Trial Marriage With Hunk: Wife's A Little Wild-Chapter 822 - Indelible Sin
Chapter 822: Chapter 822: Indelible Sin
Chapter 822 -822: Indelible Sin
Mr. Jiang Jinchen, who had never soiled his hands with housework, one day found himself compelled to cook.
If it wasn’t for her…
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“Whether you feel pressured by me or not, I can see it, Yaya. Is being with me placing too much pressure on you, or have I not given you enough sense of security?” Jiang Jinchen extended his hand to draw her into his embrace.
“I’ve never thought much of Mr. Jiang. To put it bluntly, I’m nothing but a rice weevil living off my ancestors’ shade. What kind of pressure can someone like Jiang Jinchen put on you?”
“You’re not,” Ning Yanan countered instinctively.
At first, that’s what she believed and even looked down on him for it.
But once she really got to know him, she realized that Jiang Jinchen was many times stronger than the frivolous image he showed to the world.
“Whether I am or not, in front of you, I’m just a man willing to give everything for the woman he loves. Who I was in the past doesn’t matter, in the future there will only be one title.”
Jiang Jinchen lowered his head, leaned closer to her ear, his warm breath skimming across her face, pausing on each word.
“The man of Ning Yanan.”
Simple words, carrying an unspoken thrill, pierced through her body.
Ning Yanan’s hands involuntarily tightened on the front of his shirt, her eyes welling up with heat.
“Jiang Jinchen, I don’t deserve it…”
She truly didn’t.
She didn’t deserve his everything, not even his love…
“Whether you deserve it or not, I’m the only one who gets to decide that,” Jiang Jinchen pulled her tightly into his arms, his large hand cradling the back of her head, “Meeting you is the best thing in my life, you are my life’s purpose.”
For a long while, they just clung to each other.
“I don’t need help, just go to the living room and bring me the salad dressing from the table. I’ll be making a salad in a bit, and you’ll get a chance to show off,” Ning Yanan said, stepping out of his embrace, sniffing back her emotions and offering a faint smile.
Jiang Jinchen’s gaze lingered on her pink cheeks, a mischievous curve on his lips. He flicked her forehead with his long fingers and turned to leave.
As she watched him disappear, Ning Yanan’s eyes tightened.
She bent down swiftly and from below her pant leg, she pulled out a pitch-black handgun, then pivoted to tuck it under the sink.
With a firm press, she hid the gun inside a secret compartment.
Straightening up, she turned back to glance in the direction of the living room.
Seeing that Jiang Jinchen hadn’t come back yet, she heaved a long sigh of relief.
She placed her hand under the faucet and turned on the water to rinse.
Over and over again, as though trying to wash away the bloodstains…
By the time Jiang Jinchen returned, she had regained her composure, flicked the water droplets from her hands, and took the salad dressing.
Picking up two onions from nearby, she said, “These two bad boys are all yours. Don’t be all snotty and teary, blaming me for mistreating you.”
“Tsk tsk, the venom of a woman’s heart, I can see that now,” Jiang Jinchen retorted, taking the onions without complaint and began peeling them, fighting back tears.
Their time in the kitchen, even if clumsy, was still filled with warmth.
Looking at the beautifully arranged salad and fruit plates in front of her, Ning Yanan blinked her eyes in astonishment.
“Did you make all these?”
“But of course. I’ve always said I am capable of anything, blinded by my brilliance, right?” Jiang Jinchen stood with his arms crossed, leaning against the sink, almost too proud.
Meeting Ning Yanan’s surprised gaze, he couldn’t resist walking over and kissing her forehead tenderly.
“I have many more strengths for you to discover slowly.”
“…”
If the atmosphere in the safe house could be called cozy,
then the atmosphere in the private villa was definitely tense, like a standoff at the edge of a knife.
Two groups of people, each adamant about their stance, occupied either side of a door, confronting each other.
