Bei Jiao was already in a terrible mood because of Jiang Huaimin’s phone call, and his anger was spreading rapidly.
To Bei Jiao, the idea of matchmaking was absurdly distant, something you’d only see in an 8 o’clock soap opera. He never imagined such an issue would fall from the sky and become an obstacle for him.
Jiang Ran, on the other hand, didn’t seem surprised at all. She even patted his head patiently and told him that although it was already the 21st century, free love was still a true luxury for those from wealthy and influential families. Otherwise, why would keywords like “aristocratic marriage” keep trending on the hot search lists?
At this moment, Bei Jiao was preoccupied with thoughts like, “Why should the meat in my mouth end up on someone else’s plate?” He was silent, not speaking, when he heard her calmly explaining to him about “aristocratic marriages.”
He reached out and touched her knee.
Her wound had long since healed; the scab was almost gone, revealing pink, tender skin that felt uneven and slightly raised.
After a while, as if he could no longer hold back, he asked, “Jiang Ran, do you have a throne to inherit? What aristocratic marriage?”
He rarely swore in front of Jiang Ran. Using a swear word meant he was already furious.
How could Jiang Ran not know this little flaw of his? Although his current caressing of her knee was gentle, his eyes had darkened to the point where his pupils were barely discernible…
If she said even one wrong word now, who knew what kind of scene awaited her.
With anyone else, Bei Jiao’s expression would have been enough to make them run as far away as possible, but Jiang Ran remained unfazed. She even calmly smiled and, without avoiding the topic, told Bei Jiao about the royal setting of her family.
Only then did Bei Jiao learn that what Zhang Lingling was clinging to wasn’t just a money tree, but a gold mine.
Jiang Huaimin had more than one legitimate listed company under his control. Additionally, the Jiang family’s business interests extended beyond biotechnology, real estate, hospitals, medical services, tourism, and even included several schools…
This was why, when several million yuan in demolition compensation was transferred in, Jiang Huaimin casually handed it over to Jiang Ran as pocket money and never asked about it again.
Bei Jiao was momentarily stunned after hearing this, but quickly regained his composure, because none of this had anything to do with him.
This was a case of the barefoot not fearing the shod.
If someone from an average middle-class family with assets of a few million yuan heard about this scale, they might turn pale and immediately back off, perhaps even congratulating Miss Jiang on her upcoming aristocratic marriage…
But Bei Jiao had nothing.
He could barely get a full meal by scavenging scraps from the trash and running away with them.
What did he have to fear?
“Jiang Ran, it’s useless telling me all this. If you want to go on a blind date, I won’t stop you,” he turned his head slightly and said emotionlessly to the woman beneath him, “but first, you’d better find a way to kill me, and then you can go.”
He said it very seriously, not at all like a joke.
At this moment, staring at her, his eyes clearly said: If you have the guts, go ahead.
That icy gaze could freeze a person to death. Seeing that he had truly lost his temper, Jiang Ran finally stopped joking with him, knowing that if he went wild, she would be the one to suffer.
“I was just kidding. Why are you getting so worked up?”
She hugged his neck, kissed his nose, stared at his tightly pressed lips, and rubbed her lips against his.
“I don’t even remember who my father was talking about. I wouldn’t go so far as to kill someone for a person I’ve never even met—it’s a crime, after all.”
She never knew how to properly coax someone.
She didn’t want to go on the blind date, but she made it sound like it was only because the cost was too high and she thought it wasn’t worth it.
But hearing her teasing tone, Bei Jiao immediately understood her implication. However, at this moment, he was unwilling to play along—especially with the lingering resentment, both old and new, he harbored against Alick洛夫 since this afternoon…
He just felt that this woman was too annoying.
So he turned his head away, not letting her kiss him.
Jiang Ran clicked her tongue, lifted her hand, and turned his face back toward her.
Forced to keep his head fixed and look at her, the young man with black hair smirked sarcastically: “Not worth it? Then what would be worth it? If you remember who he is and find out he’s tall, handsome, and mature, would you go then?”
Jiang Ran scoffed, “Probably not. I don’t kill people.”
Bei Jiao emotionlessly said, “Oh,” and then added, “I actually feel like killing someone.”
He didn’t get the chance to say his later harsh words because Jiang Ran, annoyed by his temper and his unpleasant words, kissed his lips.
At first, he was extremely uncooperative, not letting her kiss him, but he couldn’t resist her tongue quickly prying open his lips.
Sweet breath entered his mouth, and his DNA was naturally susceptible to Jiang Ran’s scent. As soon as she got close, his brain just shut down.
He couldn’t think at all.
When Bei Jiao came to his senses, their positions had already changed. Jiang Ran was straddling his waist, her hands supporting her on his chest as she kissed him.
He bit her tongue, hearing her annoying chuckle.
At first, he still felt ashamed. Even though he knew she was teasing him, he was still furious. Later, he just gave up. Let her laugh if she wanted to.
Let her laugh happily like a demon by his ear, let her gently rub her soft fingertips against his temple, let her gently bite his tense jaw, and annoyingly ask him, “Your eyes are red from anger. Are you in a hurry?”
Bei Jiao raised his hand to hold her waist.
Her waist was incredibly slim, as if it would break with just one grasp.
His large hand covered her spine, and the heat from his palm made her laughter stop for a few seconds. With a slight force, she let out a startled cry and tightly pressed against his chest.
The skirt had already piled up at her waist.
In a fluster, she grabbed the condom from the bedside table. He glanced at the item in her hand and said in a calm tone, “You should thank Wang Jiaming. If he hadn’t recruited you, you’d still be competing, bringing honor to the country… Do you think I’d still be willing to obediently use this thing?”
Jiang Ran saw that he was speaking seriously, and her hand trembled slightly as she tore the packaging—she felt a bit regretful for teasing him too much. She froze for a moment without moving: “Whether I compete or not, I’m not ready for a child yet…”
“Oh, I’m ready.”
Bei Jiao smiled sweetly at her again.
Jiang Ran felt a chill run up her spine.
She had originally been sitting astride his waist, but now she threw the half-torn condom aside, placed her hands on his chest, and climbed down, muttering, “I was just kidding. Why are you being such a bad sport? Let’s not do it. You calm down first—”
This atmosphere wasn’t really suitable for that kind of activity. Usually, they were quite harmonious in that aspect, but this harmony mostly came from him accommodating her, like when she really couldn’t manage or when he exerted too much force, she would whimper and coquettishly beg, and he would easily let her off…
But what if he didn’t cooperate?
Occasionally, there were one or two times when Jiang Ran remembered vividly. The next day, she couldn’t even get out of bed, her legs were so weak it felt like she had done eight hundred squats at the gym, and she could only lie in bed like a useless person all day, needing someone to wait on her hand and foot.
She didn’t doubt for a second that he could truly kill her if he went all out. Just imagining the scene made her legs start trembling before it even began.
At this moment, as she had just rolled off him and landed on the bed beside him, he grabbed her wrist.
His warm hand held her slender wrist. She opened her mouth, and after a few seconds, she forced the scream that had risen to her throat back down. Her deep brown eyes nervously looked at the man beneath her…
He lay on his side, watching her.
Then, his face showed no extra emotion, and he gently pulled her over to his embrace, reversing their positions back to man on top, woman on bottom.
Jiang Ran tensed her whole body, only feeling her hand being pulled by him to her waist. On his hoodie, he guided her hand to touch the spot she had just sat on—
She felt moisture.
Realizing what it was, her face turned red in an instant, and she saw him smile at her with his canine tooth showing: “Killing is a crime, you’re afraid… Violating a woman’s will is also a crime, I’m afraid too.”
Jiang Ran didn’t need to blush anymore at this point—she had no face left. She told Bei Jiao not to talk nonsense.
Jiang Ran just responded with an “Oh,” but her hands didn’t stop moving.
Seeing him obediently put on the condom himself, the serious and focused way he prepared gave off a strong vibe of wanting to deal with her properly.
Her scalp prickled.
“Ah Jiao, I really didn’t plan to go on that blind date,” she softly coaxed him like she was mending a broken sheepfold, “I already have you. How could I even look at another man?”
“You looked at that world champion uncle this afternoon.”
He was only in his early thirties, in the prime of his life, so how did he become an uncle?
“…That can only be admiration in the professional field.”
“Jiang Ran.”
“Uh?”
“I’m telling you not to waste your effort,” he supported himself on one arm beside her head, leaning down to kiss her lips as he spoke, “Normally if you act cute, I’ll definitely turn a blind eye and let you have your way, but today just won’t work. You don’t know how angry I am right now.”
The gentler his voice was while speaking, the harsher he was when it came to doing the deed.
Jiang Ran felt like she was coming apart at the seams. Above her, the little brat wore an expression of innocent grievance, accusing her of not giving him enough security, which was why he was always jealous. He had never been jealous of anyone before and had even thought his circuits didn’t include the word at all.
Look, even his jealousy had become her fault…
Absolutely lawless.
…
The next morning, when Jiang Ran woke up, Bei Jiao had already packed her suitcase.
Jiang Ran opened her eyes and saw him sitting on the sofa not far away, quietly reading a book.
This was very telling. Usually, after doing something the night before, Jiang Ran would typically wake up in his arms the next day. If he wanted to read, he would bring the book to bed.
Not sitting far away on the sofa, leaving her alone in bed.
The Olympic Village might only be suitable for focusing on work, so it seemed like every time they did something harmonious as humans, the next day she had to face the little brat’s cold face, as if someone owed him eight million yuan.
And clearly, the one suffering (not entirely) was her.
Jiang Ran climbed up, and as soon as she moved, she felt her legs aching and sore. She wasn’t sure if she could walk properly from the Olympic Village to the airport, but she stubbornly didn’t say a word and got up by herself.
At this moment, Bei Jiao heard the noise from the bed and looked up. Their eyes met in mid-air, he paused for a moment, pushed the book on his knees aside, and stood up.
Jiang Ran glared at him as he approached.
Who knew he would come over without saying anything, only bending down to reach out as if to carry her to take a shower. Jiang Ran wasn’t happy with his cold face, so she ungratefully slapped his hand away.
Her memory fully returned. Last night, she had begged him with sweet words, but he didn’t let her go until she was almost out of breath, finally holding her and reluctantly calming down.
For a moment, she really felt like she would die in his arms.
So he really had at least an hour of time where he went all out without any regard, which wasn’t an exaggeration.
So it’s useless to indulge too much in anything. What’s the use of indulging in the young body and endless energy of a younger brother?
In the dark, it’s just a few pieces of meat, and it’s even bony to touch. As for endless energy, that’s even more absurd. Last night, she had wished he could age from 23 to 32 in an instant, so he might be a bit less energetic.
The more she thought about it, the angrier she became.
Bei Jiao was used to being hit, so his hand back was bright red from the slap, but his eyelashes didn’t even tremble. He turned his face sideways, that pretty face close to hers, staring at her, and finally spoke: “Hungry? Eat first or take a shower?”
It was a very ordinary line, but it sounded very unfamiliar and cold to Jiang Ran’s ears.
Maybe it was morning grumpiness, or maybe the atmosphere at the end yesterday wasn’t very harmonious and warm. At this moment, she was very sensitive, her nose felt blocked, and her chest was tight with emotion.
“Get lost,” she said.
Of course, Bei Jiao didn’t leave. He just paused and released the hand that had been around her waist.
Jiang Ran felt the pressure around her waist suddenly loosen. She looked down at his hand, which had withdrawn without a word, and frowned silently.
She probably wasn’t even aware of the gesture herself. Bei Jiao saw it and thought to himself that this damn woman was really a queen. Good thing he had been watching her face all the time, otherwise who knew she’d be stubbornly sulking again without saying a word?
He helplessly put his hand back and wrapped his arm around her waist again, listening to her annoyed clicking sound—
But she didn’t push him away again.
So Bei Jiao pretended to be deaf and acted like he hadn’t heard anything.
They were very close to each other, but the atmosphere was still domineering and aggressive.
“What mood are you in now?” Bei Jiao asked.
That “now” was used in a way that made her even more annoyed. My mood? Who was the one in a mood?
Jiang Ran’s eyebrows immediately lifted, her tone turning sharp: “Are you saying you’re in a good mood? You stayed as far away from me as possible early in the morning, as if the room was too small for you! Why don’t you just go outside?”
She splashed water on him, but Beijiao unexpectedly fell silent, not immediately refuting her.
“Don’t want to stick with me? Then why were you clinging so tightly last night? You wouldn’t let go even when I told you to. Are you shameless?” Jiang Ran pried his hand off her waist, “Now you’re doing this again?”
Talking about it made her even angrier. She felt that this person’s moods were unpredictable—
if there had been anything unpleasant last night, shouldn’t it have already passed?
What’s wrong with him? He insists on doing something, and then acts angry the next morning as if nothing’s changed?
Why does he always do this!
Despite Jiang Ran’s resistance, the arms wrapped around her from behind were like iron, unmoving.
“Talk?” As if he also felt their current posture was suitable for conversation, he bent his head to look at the person in his arms, his tone calm and flat, “I wasn’t happy, you didn’t directly refuse Uncle Jiang’s matchmaking suggestion yesterday.”
He was still thinking about that matter.
Jiang Ran found it incredible, “Didn’t I tell you, I don’t even remember who he was talking about? The Tais and my family have been neighbors for years. I only played with their daughter when I was really little. I don’t even know where their son supposedly came from—”
Unless it’s a love child, Jiang Huaimin wouldn’t have agreed to it.
Don’t think that Jiang Huaimin chose Zhang Lingling because of poor judgment, but Zhang Lingling is obedient. She doesn’t stir up trouble or cause issues, quietly playing the role of his kept woman, and she didn’t even try to secure her position by having another child with Jiang Huaimin while she still could…
Of course, it’s not that she didn’t want to.
It was Jiang Huaimin himself who looked down upon such trivial matters. He never even considered the possibility of a situation like a wealthy heir or an illegitimate child fighting for family inheritance happening to Jiang Ran.
Thinking about it like this, aside from his own male chauvinism, Jiang Huaimin’s values were actually quite sound.
So, why should she have taken the time yesterday to seriously reject something he had merely casually mentioned on the phone?
If she didn’t want it, Jiang Huaimin wouldn’t force it on her.
“That’s not necessarily true,” Beijiao said, “What if you met the real son instead of the daughter? Like a boy disguised as a girl.”
“…Stop reading so many useless novels,” Jiang Ran said expressionlessly, “From first grade to sixth grade, how many times did we hold hands and go to the bathroom together? Don’t I know whether she’s a boy or a girl?”
She thought he was being unreasonable.
To be honest, Beijiao himself thought the same.
He thought for a moment and felt that going around in circles was pointless. People have mouths to speak, so he decided to be straightforward with her and asked, “Then have you ever thought about why I would react so strongly to just any random person you mentioned?”
Jiang Ran nodded, about to say, “I noticed, I also think you’re being idle—”
But when she looked up and saw his indifferent expression, she realized this wasn’t the time for jokes. Blinking, she waited silently for him to explain.
Beijiao was usually never stingy with giving her patient explanations at times like this. However, today, for some unknown reason, he remained silent, staring at each other with her…
As if they could just stay like this until she figured something out on her own, and neither of them needed to go to the airport.
After a while, Jiang Ran felt uneasy under his gaze. She wanted to touch his face and ask him without shame what he was being stubborn about, but he wouldn’t cooperate, nimbly dodging her touch by slightly turning his head.
Her hand awkwardly hovered in mid-air. After thinking for a moment, she uncertainly asked, “Are you upset because I didn’t tell my dad about us?”
Beijiao looked at her, expressionless, indicating for her to continue.
Jiang Ran was shocked inside, “Not just my dad? Also various strangers? Is that what you mean?”
Beijiao’s expression slightly changed. He silently sighed. This time, without her initiating, he leaned down and kissed her forehead, his voice hoarse, “Jiang Ran, I’m actually busy too, but I still chase after you every day, wherever you go. You came to Zhangjiakou for three days, and I followed you… Have you ever thought, besides my willingness to do this, there’s another reason—I have no sense of security?”
How long had they been on and off?
From the very beginning of their relationship to their breakup, and now getting back together, they were both prominent figures in their circle, yet no one knew about their relationship.
People outside still joked about how Beijiao, after getting drunk, had the courage to add Jiang Ran on WeChat during a game, and whether he had even dared to speak to her since?
When others saw him skate so well and asked who his coach was, he couldn’t say—Jiang Ran never explicitly forbade him from saying— but with her attitude, he couldn’t grasp what she was thinking.
Truly, he had absolutely no sense of security.
Sometimes he couldn’t understand why, in a relationship, even though neither of them intentionally hid anything, whenever they went out together in public, people would default to assuming they were single…
But one thing was certain: because of this, there were always various people trying to get close.
“I didn’t think this was an issue,” Jiang Ran’s voice was serious, and sounded like it could infuriate someone, “Except for my dad, I wasn’t particularly embarrassed to say, but I didn’t intend to hide anything from those people in the snowboarding circle.”
They hadn’t only spoken in public places, like the ski equipment shop, the mountain top restaurant, the cable car…
There were plenty of people who had seen them interact. Perhaps those people had already figured it out, but they just didn’t have the time to care and specially come to ask about their relationship.
How did it become his problem?
They weren’t celebrities, needing to officially announce their relationship.
Beijiao gritted his teeth and remained silent. Jiang Ran watched him for a while, realizing this time he was indeed feeling insecure because of what Jiang Huaimin had done. Now, he needed their relationship to be publicly acknowledged…
He wanted an official announcement.
“Just for this?” Jiang Ran asked again.
Beijiao stared at her stubbornly, as if saying: Yes, damn it, just for this.
Jiang Ran wasn’t angry, nor did she think his temper tantrum was a big deal. Knowing it was just about this, she actually felt relieved, thinking this was such a trivial matter, worth him being so serious and sad, scaring her into thinking the sky had fallen?
She took out her phone, opened the camera, and took a picture of his tense profile.
Then she opened her Moments, shared it with everyone except her father Jiang Huaimin, who might not accept this relationship, and directly posted Beijiao’s fresh photo, with the caption—
[Allow me to formally introduce my boyfriend.]
After posting her Moments, she expressionlessly turned her phone around, forcibly making the dog face, which refused to look at her, see the fresh Moments marked “One minute ago.”
Knowing he would definitely check the group settings of that Moments post, she didn’t even lock her phone screen, handing it directly to him, then got off the bed awkwardly to take a shower.
Beijiao, seeing her nearly fall off the bed, had no time to be shocked by her action of posting on Moments. Instinctively, he reached out to steady her, only to be ruthlessly pushed away.
“What a trivial matter, you make a big deal out of it. I expected you to improve a bit these past two years,” after posting her Moments, she instantly felt justified, pointing at his face, “You should reflect on yourself.”
Then she slammed the bathroom door shut.
…
While showering, Jiang Ran belatedly realized that everyone now knew about her and Beijiao’s relationship—those who wanted to know and those who didn’t now all knew.
Once she changed her short video app status to include the hashtag #NotSingle, it would be like announcing to the world, and she wouldn’t have to worry about anyone else trying to approach her domestic dog.
That was pretty good.
While blow-drying her hair, Jiang Ran noticed the corners of her lips lifting in the mirror.
After finishing her hair, she walked fragrantly back into the room, originally expecting to be greeted by a cheerful dog. At the very least, she thought she’d get some sweet words, if not a letter of apology…
But when she returned to the room, the anticipated warmth wasn’t there. He had crawled back to the sofa and was reading his professional books again, acting like he was such a diligent student.
Jiang Ran was puzzled about what was wrong with this person, only to see her unlocked phone on the coffee table. The Moments post she had just published was prominently displayed on the screen, already accumulating a string of likes and comments.
From afar, she could see that the rows of likes were nearly a hundred within just a short while. She became even more confused—this dog still looked like he had some physiological discomfort despite this being equivalent to a grand procession announcing his marriage…
Standing behind the sofa, she thought about it for a while, then kicked his shoulder with her foot.
He turned his body sideways, gazing at her expressionlessly, his eyes pitch black, as if she had done something terribly wrong again.
Jiang Ran felt uneasy under his gaze, puzzled as she picked up her phone and looked at the post she had just made—
Hmm.
There were indeed a lot of likes and comments.
But the comments were far from what she had imagined, like “shocked,” “congratulations,” or “wishing you two a happy marriage.”
[Commenter A: Hahahahahahahah why did you post my boyfriend.]
[Commenter B: What a coincidence, I also think he is my boyfriend.]
[Commenter C: Drinking in the morning? Starting to play truth or dare to relieve stress?]
[Commenter D: Sister, did you block Beijiao himself? I remember you added him on WeChat. That’s so embarrassing!]
[Commenter E: Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahah
They exchanged greetings upon meeting, going through the usual formalities, seemingly everything normal.
When Beijiao finally stuffed his suitcase and ski bag into the trunk and climbed into the back seat next to Jiang Ran, she had already been leaning against the window, half-asleep. Instinctively, she stirred and opened her eyes to glance at the person beside her.
But he sat upright, not even sparing her a glance.
Jiang Ran was so annoyed with him, mentally rolling her eyes dramatically. She turned her head away, facing the back of her head toward him, and stared out the window as if the night view along the airport expressway was fascinating.
Jiang Huaimin had set the cruise control and, while holding the steering wheel, glanced at the back seat and asked, “What’s going on with you two?”
The sudden question startled Jiang Ran so much she nearly wet her pants. She quickly widened her eyes and turned her head back, only to find Zhang Lingling in the front passenger seat also curiously looking back.
Jiang Ran felt tense and defensively asked, “What do you mean, ‘what’s going on’? What could possibly be happening?”
“Why not? Did you two have a fight?” Jiang Huaimin’s tone was calm. “You’ve been spoiled all your life, making people furious with your whims.”
Oh, he meant that.
Looking at the silent, mocking gaze from the person beside her, Jiang Ran pursed her lips, slightly relaxed but unwilling to speak again, exactly like a sulking young lady.
In truth, she just wasn’t sure what to say.
Should she just blurt it out to Jiang Huaimin?
But telling others didn’t matter, confessing to her father that she was in a relationship with her adopted younger brother was indeed hard to say…
She had specially blocked Jiang Huaimin from seeing her social media post today.
Bei Jiao probably didn’t mind much about that either. That mocking glance earlier was likely just teasing her for being timid.
As Jiang Ran hesitated, she suddenly heard the person beside her, who had been silent the whole time, speak up: “Nothing serious. She just wanted to buy ice cream before boarding, but I didn’t let her because eating in a closed cabin might be unsafe. She’s just throwing a tantrum… Uncle, don’t worry.”
His voice was slightly hoarse, calm and slow, sounding very mature and steady.
This single sentence placated Jiang Huaimin so much that he chuckled, delighted, not forgetting to scold Jiang Ran: “Other people wear masks so tightly they might as well weld them on, and you still want to eat ice cream? Are you out of your mind? You’re grown up now, yet you never think about consequences. It’s good that Ah Jiao is there to supervise—”
Jiang Ran was irritated by his nagging and kicked Bei Jiao under the seat.
She was wearing thick leather boots, heavy and hard, so the kick must have hurt.
But he didn’t utter a sound, merely silently moving his leg away.
Seeing that he was completely unresponsive, Jiang Ran grew even more annoyed and turned her gaze back to the window, staring blankly at the passing night scenery… From the reflection on the car window, she kept feeling Bei Jiao was watching her, but whenever she occasionally looked back, he hadn’t looked at her even once.
Jiang Ran herself didn’t realize that she had been frowning all the way.
When Jiang Huaimin mentioned having tea tomorrow, she responded with a frowning “Hmm,” not really listening to what her father was saying.
Knowing her response, Bei Jiao turned to look at her.
That look sent chills down her spine. Finally snapping out of it, she asked, “Dad, what did you say about having tea tomorrow?” She patted the back of the driver’s seat. “With whom?”
“You’re such a dutiful daughter. I stayed up late just to come to the airport to pick you up, and since you got off the plane, you’ve been like a ghost without a soul. Now you can’t even bother to listen to your father properly!” Jiang Huaimin glanced at her through the rearview mirror. “I told you we’re having tea with Uncle Tai’s family tomorrow at noon. Dress nicely—”
“What?” Jiang Ran said. “I’m not going.”
“You already agreed,” Jiang Huaimin calmly reminded her.
Jiang Ran replied, “Oh, well, I changed my mind.”
Jiang Huaimin sighed, “Ranran, you can’t always be so capricious.”
Jiang Ran didn’t respond, stubbornly falling into silence.
It was the usually quiet and almost invisible Bei Jiao sitting beside her who suddenly chuckled lightly and remarked casually, “Indeed, quite capricious.”
Speechless, Jiang Ran finally said after a while, “So what? Then why don’t you two just kill me?”
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