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Around five o'clock in the afternoon, Feng Ning packed her things and prepared to head home. Today was Wednesday, and the week's tutoring sessions had just concluded.
She wrote down the homework tasks for the next few days for Jiang Yuru, and also created a detailed study plan for her.
Although it was just a short-term part-time job, Feng Ning received a decent payment, so she naturally took her work seriously.
As she walked downstairs, Jiang Yuyun was playing with a dog on the lawn. Feng Ning stopped and politely said goodbye to her.
Jiang Yuyun, with her long wavy hair and exquisite makeup, smiled charmingly and asked, "Are you going home?"
The beautiful woman’s smile was captivating, and Feng Ning nodded in response.
Jiang Yuyun raised her wrist to check the time and said to her, "Wait a moment; we are about to leave too. We can give you a ride."
The driver pulled the car out of the garage and parked at the entrance. Jiang Wen held Jiang Yuru in one arm and opened the back door, momentarily taken aback.
Feng Ning was also in the car, staring at them intently.
Jiang Yuru became excited and sweetly called out, "Tutor Sister."
The car hit the road.
After some distance, Feng Ning could still smell the scent of the shower gel on Jiang Wen. She placed her hands in her jacket pockets and felt the coolness of coins. She shifted slightly to disrupt the alluring images in her mind.
No one spoke, and the car remained quiet for a while until Jiang Yuru's innocent voice broke the silence: "Brother, are strawberries delicious?"
Jiang Wen was caught off guard by the question. After a moment of thought, he stammered slightly and managed to nod.
Jiang Yuru chimed in proudly, "I asked my sister to bring them over. Did you eat any?"
Feng Ning's gaze also swept over.
Jiang Wen, still simmering with anger, avoided her eyes and tried to act as if nothing was wrong. "I ate."
His unusual demeanor was quickly noticed by Jiang Yuyun, who casually asked, "Are you feeling unwell?"
Jiang Wen maintained his previous posture, his lips moving slightly. "I'm fine."
"Did you take your temperature? Has the fever gone down?"
"Almost."
The Jiang family’s younger generation is mostly boys, and Jiang Yuru has hardly any older female cousins. Jiang Yuyun is usually busy and rarely spends time at home. After a few days together, Jiang Yuru grew fond of Feng Ning. She playfully tugged at her. "Tutor Sister, later I’ll wear a beautiful princess dress for you to see."
She thought Feng Ning would go with them to try on clothes.
Feng Ning said she would look at it next time during tutoring, but Jiang Yuru was reluctant, her eyes brimming with tears as she clung to Feng Ning's arm, insisting that she go too.
As the Spring Festival approached, they encountered the evening rush hour; the streets were congested and difficult to navigate. Feng Ning, who disliked troubling others to avoid wasting the driver’s time with detours, ruffled Jiang Yuru's hair. "Alright then, I'll accompany you to try on clothes."
The car stopped at an entrance of Guojin Shopping Mall in the CBD, a place Feng Ning was very familiar with.
She had lost count of how many times she had been chased away by security here.
They entered a high-end custom clothing store, elegantly decorated with a cold and noble atmosphere even in its signage. Several staff members paused their work to greet them warmly.
Jiang Yuyun set her bag aside and confidently made her way to the lounge area, crossing her legs as she instructed, "Take them both inside to try on clothes."
Feng Ning also sat down on the sofa.
With nothing to do, she started chatting with Jiang Yuyun. She was quite talkative and friendly, often making Jiang sister laugh out loud, keeping the atmosphere lively.
Jiang Yuyun had always appreciated her vibrant and humorous personality. "No wonder Xiao Rou likes you so much."
Feng Ning scratched her head and said, "I practiced for it."
In social situations, being able to warm up the atmosphere is essential. She forced herself to read many books and deliberately memorized a lot of jokes. Before dealing with guests, she would mentally rehearse her words, and over time, she became quite skilled at it.
Regaining her composure, Jiang Yuyun looked her over and asked, "Xiao Wen said you have good grades?"
"Not bad," Feng Ning replied in surprise, "Does he praise me too?"
"You two don't get along very well?" Jiang Yuyun understood her brother's personality quite well. "He has been spoiled by the family since he was young and tends to throw childish tantrums. He may seem hard to get along with, but he is actually quite simple-minded."
Feng Ning agreed with this statement. "I understand; although Jiang speaks little, he has a warm heart beneath that cold exterior."
"Do you find studying hard at school?"
"Not really; I'm used to it."
The manager personally brought over water and handed each of them a cup, providing attentive service.
Jiang Yuyun took a sip and asked, "What does your family do?"
"My mother runs a Mahjong Parlor," Feng Ning replied candidly. "My father passed away when I was very young." Although Jiang Yuyun felt surprised, she did not show it on her face. She apologized, "I'm sorry."
Feng Ning didn't mind at all. After a moment of silence, she changed the subject, "Sister, why do you and Yuru both have three-character names, while Jiang Wen only has two?"
Jiang Yuyun explained to her, "In our generation, we all have 'Yu' in our names. His full name is Jiang Yuwen, but Grandpa thought it sounded too much like a girl's name, so he dropped the middle character."
"Jiang Yuwen sounds nice," Feng Ning smiled, revealing a few teeth.
A few minutes passed, and suddenly low murmurs began to rise. Jiang Yuyun stood up, and Feng Ning turned her head to look as well.
Jiang Yuru appeared. She was wearing a white tulle dress that revealed a bit of her arms, resembling lotus roots. Being held by someone, her rosy cheeks made her look like a doll in a display window, endearing to everyone.
Feng Ning immediately took out her phone and snapped a few pictures. She cunningly thought that when she ran into Chubby Kid, she could sell him one for five bucks.
Meanwhile, on the other side, the half-curved curtain was pulled back, revealing mirrors all around. Under the soft lighting, an extraordinarily handsome face emerged. Nearby, staff members were carefully adjusting the corners of his outfit.
Amidst the crowd, Jiang Wen wore a single-breasted suit with a patterned tie. He was tall with broad shoulders, already filling out his light-colored shirt well. His waist was cinched slimly, and the tail of his shirt was tucked in; his suit pants wrapped around his long, straight legs. He had an elegance that straddled the line between youth and mature manhood.
Others teased Jiang Yuru, "Look at your brother; isn't he handsome?"
Jiang Yuru nodded, "Brother is handsome; when I grow up, I want to marry him."
Innocent words from a child made the adults laugh. Jiang Yuyun also chuckled and gently pinched her little sister's cheek, "What nonsense are you talking about?"
Feng Ning was chatting with Shuang Yao, glancing over there. Quickly seizing an opportunity when no one was paying attention, she took pictures of her brother after snapping some of her sister.
Ah, these two siblings are quite a sight to behold.
Within ten seconds, her phone vibrated continuously. Shuang Yao's chat box popped up one message after another in rapid succession:
Shuang Yao: Oh my gosh!!!
Is that Jiang Wen!!!!!!!!
He is so handsome!!!!!!!
Oh my god!!!!!!!
His figure is amazing!!!!!!!
The row of exclamation marks clearly indicates how excited she is right now.
Feng Ning thought to herself, he really is quite good-looking. God knows she just admired him when he was wearing nothing. Unconsciously, her thoughts drifted further, thinking about the lines of his waist and abdomen, and then down... She forced herself to stop.
Silently cursing herself, damn, why am I getting more and more lewd?
Feng Ning focused on chatting while holding her phone.
Shuang Yao: [I have a bold and naughty idea]
Feng Ning: [What?]
A voice message suddenly came through from the other side. Feng Ning opened it, and Shuang Yao's voice burst forth like a torrent: "I want to see Jiang Wen kneeling in formal wear!!"
She replied:
[What is kneeling in formal wear, BDSM?]
Shuang Yao: "You don't even know how he looks in formal wear????!!!"
Feng Ning: "I don't know."
Shuang Yao: "It's him wearing a restrained white shirt and black trousers, kneeling in front of you with his hands tied behind his back!!!!!!!"
"Ugh, who can resist this? It's so tempting. Just imagining it feels intense and so alluring~"
Feng Ning, envisioning Jiang Wen's face, imagined that scene and sincerely said, "I have to admit, you're really twisted."
As she said this, she couldn't help but look up at Jiang Wen. That damn visual instantly appeared in her mind.
Unconsciously swallowing, Feng Ning lowered her voice and added, "Although it's a bit twisted, it seems quite exciting."
*
Qilan made several calls urging Feng Ning to come home for dinner. Jiang Yuyun accompanied Jiang Yuru to change clothes and asked Jiang Wen to come out and see Feng Ning off.
This was a bustling downtown area, with the lights from various shops reflecting beautifully through the floor-to-ceiling windows. A gentle love song played from a nearby square as he stood by the roadside, calling the driver.
Feng Ning stopped him, "No need, I'll take a taxi back myself."
He glanced at her but didn't respond.
"Really, it's fine."
After a couple of inquiries from the other end, Jiang Wen said, "It's fine." He hung up the phone and raised his hand, preparing to hail a cab for her.
Actually, being alone together felt a bit strange and stiff. After bouncing on the spot a couple of times, Feng Ning took the initiative to say, "This is where we first met."
Jiang Wen had no expression and simply responded with an "Oh," adding, "You still have the nerve to bring it up."
There was a good mood in his voice that only he could detect.
Feng Ning naturally replied, "I have nothing to be embarrassed about."
He turned and asked, "Where's my coat?"
Feng Ning smirked and began to provoke him again, saying, "Didn't I say? To block the rain! This might be the most expensive umbrella I've ever used in my life."
Jiang Wen turned his face away.
"I’ve never seen someone like you in my life," she laughed. "You can write 'contempt' from your hair to your toes."
Jiang Wen became displeased and mocked, "Who told you to look like a beggar?"
As night fell and traffic flowed steadily, Jiang Wen held his phone while trying to hail a cab and talked to Feng Ning.
Not far away, a person wearing a mask and a hat slowly approached them. Neither of them noticed as they continued their banter.
Suddenly, without warning, a man in black dashed over, snatched Jiang Wen's phone, and turned to run.
Both of them were momentarily stunned.
Feng Ning was the first to react, shouting, "It's a robbery!" She tossed her bag at Jiang Wen and took off after him.
Jiang Wen finally snapped back to reality, anxiously shouting after her, "Hey!"
Feng Ning had been winning various long-distance and sprinting awards at sports events since elementary school. During the summer vacation, she even participated in a Marathon, and she often used running as a way to exercise, faster than most boys.
Like a scene from a Hong Kong drama, car horns blared as Feng Ning chased the Black-Clad Thief through the bustling streets. It was a lively time, and as the man ran, he collided with pedestrians while Feng Ning relentlessly pursued him from behind.
Jiang Wen found it difficult to run in his clothes and shoes. There were many obstacles blocking his view ahead. He tilted his head back, focusing on Feng Ning's figure, but it seemed like he was about to lose sight of her, making him anxious.
"Stop thief!"
Feng Ning shouted ahead, grabbing something nearby and throwing it hard at the thief.
After chasing through two streets, at the corner of an alley, the Black-Clad Thief tripped over the foot of a group of people just coming out from dinner.
He rolled on the ground a couple of times, and Feng Ning rushed up, coming to a sudden stop to pick up the phone that had fallen nearby.
She stood there, leaning on her knees and breathing heavily.
Jiang Wen barely caught up with them. Pushing through the crowd of onlookers, he spotted the Black-Clad Thief getting up from the ground, stealthily pulling a fruit knife from his pocket.
His pupils dilated in shock as he desperately shouted, "Feng Ning, watch out!" In extreme fear, he felt frozen; standing several meters away, his breath nearly stopped.
Feng Ning turned around just in time to catch a glimpse of a glinting blade. She nimbly dodged to the side as several enthusiastic bystanders rushed over and quickly subdued the robber.
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