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 Of course, the two men wouldn't abandon Jiang Nian to fight at this time. What a joke! Didn't they know why they were fighting? Who would put the cart before the horse? So, after silently wiping the blood off their bodies with tissues, the two men began to do their own chores. Xue Taihe cleaned up the broken glass shards, and gently lifted Jiang Nian onto the bed, afraid he might accidentally step on the glass and hurt his foot. Luo Gaoshan, on the other hand, tidied up the scattered items.

In no time, the two men had tidied Jiang Nian's bedroom. Luo Gaoshan even said, "I just had someone buy a new glass table; it should be delivered tonight."

Upon hearing this, Xue Taihe felt that Luo Gaoshan was too scheming. Didn't this make him seem inconsiderate? He immediately said, "Wife, come live with me. My house is all yours."

Clearly, he hadn't gotten the desired result.

Jiang Nian wasn't interested in moving in with him. He simply said to Luo Gaoshan, "Thank you for your trouble."

"Your problems aren't troublesome at all, let alone mine,"

Luo Gaoshan replied with concern.

Xue Taihe stared longingly at Jiang Nian, but she ignored him.

The weather was hot, and Jiang Nian's hair, which wasn't long, had dried almost completely in the short time. He nestled in bed, his skin against the silky sheets, and feeling tired from the forced labor, he suddenly felt sleepy. He covered his mouth with his hand, gave a small yawn, and said to the two people standing there dumbfounded, "It's nothing, you can leave now. I want to sleep for a while."

Xue Taihe had come to see Jiang Nian today, and actually had a lot to say, but with another person in the room, he had to hold back and wait for a chance later.

As for this strange man, he would find out who he was and then find a chance to kill him.

Luo Gaoshan simply didn't want Jiang Nian to have any more contact with the people who had hurt him. Seeing that Jiang Nian didn't want him to stay, Luo Gaoshan naturally jumped out of the window as Xue Taihe was leaving.

Xue Taihe had thought a lot, and now he had returned to his original demeanor, but his eyes were still fixed on Jiang Nian like a persistent navigation device. He coolly said, "Wife, see you tomorrow!"

After saying that, he reluctantly left through the front door.

Jiang Nian's house returned to silence. He rubbed his pillow, found a comfortable spot, and fell soundly asleep. He didn't know how long he slept, but was awakened by a heat source. The scalding heat made Jiang Nian's face break out in a light sweat. Still half asleep, he instinctively reached out to touch something, only to touch something soft. Startled, Jiang Nian immediately opened his eyes. It

was already dark outside, and the lights in the house were off. Jiang Nian couldn't see clearly, but he could feel a tall man behind him.

Before Jiang Nian could react, the man noticed that Jiang Nian was awake and skillfully turned on the small glass lamp on the bedside table, illuminating a small area and revealing the man's face.

It was Luo Gaoshan, who had somehow climbed back through the window.

The system paced back and forth in the space, looked up at the sky, and finally gritted its teeth and said to Jiang Nian, "You really shouldn't forget to lock the windows again."

But the system probably didn't know that locking the windows wasn't very effective.

Jiang Nian exhaled, a little angry. He frowned, punched Luo Gaoshan, and complained, "You're getting scarier and scarier."

Luo Gaoshan didn't even flinch. Seeing that he was unrepentant, Jiang Nian punched Luo Gaoshan several more times until his hand hurt.

"Next time, you're not allowed to climb through my window without my permission,"

Jiang Nian warned.

Luo Gaoshan's Adam's apple bobbed as he gazed intently at Jiang Nian's face, which was unusually lively due to her anger. He pleaded in a low voice, "Okay, I'll do whatever you say."

Luo Gaoshan reached out and wiped the fine sweat from Jiang Nian's forehead, asking, "Am I too hot for you?"

Luo Gaoshan seemed genuinely without any anger towards Jiang Nian, though his inner turmoil churned within him, yet he didn't reveal a single trace, afraid that even a hint of it would splash onto Jiang Nian and make her dislike him.

Jiang Nian didn't understand Luo Gaoshan's restraint. He turned his head away, avoiding Luo Gaoshan's fingers. Because he had just woken up, his tone was still sticky and slurred as he said, "I know you still touched me." It was

almost a coquettish complaint.

This slight sweetness was enough to melt Luo Gaoshan's heart instantly, permeating his limbs and causing his entire body to tremble. He couldn't and dared not touch Jiang Nian.

But Luo Gaoshan still touched her, knowing that watching from afar would only make Jiang Nian forget him.

He wanted to control Jiang Nian, or rather, for Jiang Nian to hold onto the rope that bound him, creating a bond between them that no one else could ever touch.

Luo Gaoshan cupped Jiang Nian's chin, slowly bringing her cheek closer. Their breaths mingled, and with Jiang Nian's tacit consent, Luo Gaoshan's dry lips pressed against her soft mouth, rubbing against it. Then, he probed into her mouth, like a dog eating meat for the first time, impatient and reckless. His thick tongue licked Jiang Nian's pearly teeth, saliva being squeezed out and overflowing at their point of contact.

Luo Gaoshan's large hand slid down Jiang Nian's shoulder, slowly and intimately, finally stopping at her lower back. He asked in a hoarse voice, "Is it okay?"

Jiang Nian felt a little strange; this feeling was reflected on his face, instantly chilling Luo Gaoshan, who was constantly watching him.

But Jiang Nian said, "...Aren't you impotent?"

"What impotent?" Luo Gaoshan hadn't quite grasped the meaning, but meeting the look in Jiang Nian's eyes, he instantly understood. Realizing this, Luo Gaoshan burst into laughter. Only then did people realize that Luo Gaoshan was actually a young man. After laughing enough, he asked, puzzled, "Why would you think...that I'm impotent?"

"The first time we met, you knocked me unconscious," Jiang Nian said truthfully.

Luo Gaoshan stared at Jiang Nian intently and said, "Because I wanted to leave a good impression on you."

"I approached you with marriage in mind, not wanting you to see me as a philanderer. But now it seems I've gone in the wrong direction."

"Baby, can you give me another chance? I'll prove to you whether I can do it."

...

As it turned out, although it was Luo Gaoshan's first time, he was still quite capable.

Jiang Nian couldn't move a single finger. In his drowsy state, Luo Gaoshan washed him and carried him back to bed. As Jiang Nian dozed off, Luo Gaoshan traced his face with his fingers again and again, as if he couldn't get enough of looking at him. Just as

Jiang Nian's eyelids were drooping, Luo Gaoshan said something that jolted him awake.

He said, "Baby, do you want to meet my uncle? He's more capable than me and can protect you better."

"I don't know what you want to do, but I think you need someone to protect you."

"My power alone isn't enough. There will inevitably be times when I'm careless. I'm afraid that something like what happened to you, being hurt by someone you don't know, will happen again. I've only seen your pale face once, and that's enough."

"Nian Nian, you're too easily hurt."

Luo Gaoshan had gone mad.

This was Jiang Nian's only thought. He struggled to open his eyes and saw Luo Gaoshan's serious face. Every word Luo Gaoshan said was carefully considered; he wasn't joking.

Jiang Nian couldn't understand what Luo Gaoshan was thinking at all; his thoughts were completely chaotic.

Jiang Nian was speechless. Luo Gaoshan was taking it far too seriously; he couldn't even refute him. Finally, he muttered to himself, "Do you know what you're saying?"

"I know," Luo Gaoshan heard him and added, "I'll take responsibility for it."

"Who asked you to take responsibility?"

Jiang Nian laughed in exasperation, both at Luo Gaoshan's self-talk and at his stubbornness and inflexibility.

He propped himself up on the bed with his elbows, half-sitting up. A blush crept onto his innocent face, making him look fragile and delicate, as if the slightest weight could crush him.

But, that wasn't it.

Conversely, Jiang Nian's eyes drooped, and when she looked up, she lacked her usual pitiful charm. Instead, her gaze was scrutinizing, radiating arrogance. She was practically berating Luo Gaoshan, "Aren't you being a bit too narcissistic? You've been talking all along, and I've never argued back because it wasn't necessary."

"But don't you think you're being incredibly domineering? We've only met a few times at most. Besides your name, Luo Gaoshan, I know absolutely nothing else about you. And yet you think you're my boyfriend, unilaterally deciding everything about my future? What right do you have? I ask you, Luo Gaoshan, have you considered my feelings?"

"Do you really know what I need?"

Luo Gaoshan remained silent for a long time after hearing these words. He felt utterly humiliated, as if a thousand arrows were piercing his heart. But he also understood that just because he liked Jiang Nian didn't mean she had to be good to him.

He understood.

So, Luo Gaoshan gave a bitter laugh, "I'm sorry, but it's too late, baby."

Luo Gaoshan looked terrifying, but he was actually quite perceptive.

He wouldn't change, and he couldn't change. Luo Gaoshan vaguely sensed the cold heart beneath Jiang Nian's alluring exterior. He had a premonition that after achieving his goals, Jiang Nian would ruthlessly abandon everything.

Neither the carefully cultivated account and massive fan base, nor the enormous sums of money, nor the power and pleasures, nor the men who followed in her footsteps—

none of it could hold Jiang Nian back.

Jiang Nian had no expectations for the world, no hope for the future.

Therefore, he wanted to unilaterally decide everything for her.

He truly didn't know what to offer to keep Jiang Nian. He thought desperately that sometimes, twisted hatred, rather than selfless love, would be what made Jiang Nian remember him.

Love, of course, is exclusive. Luo Gaoshan was just mentally ill, not someone with strange fetishes. He didn't like sharing his wife.

If possible, he would definitely want to be with his wife for life.

And he wasn't going to let his uncle share Jiang Nian with him; how could he do something so disrespectful to Jiang Nian? Luo Gaoshan understood perfectly. He was only pursuing Jiang Nian. Jiang Nian could be with anyone, but by working together with his uncle to get rid of all the other rivals, the final struggle between the two would become much simpler. It was just a

temporary compromise.

Besides… Luo Gaoshan just wanted Jiang Nian to look at him, to see him. Whether it was love or hate, there had to be one, right? Leaving him nothing, giving him nothing at all… Luo Gaoshan couldn't bear it.

Wearing only his pants, Luo Gaoshan got out of bed, walked to the door, turned the lock, and with a click, the door opened. Luo Gaoshan's expression was obscure as he turned to Jiang Nian and said, "It's really late." "

Because my uncle is already at the door."

Standing outside was a mature and handsome man, impeccably groomed, as if he had just stepped out of a meeting. A slight smile played on his lips as he glanced in, meeting Jiang Nian's incredulous face. A genuine smile welled up in his eyes. It was Luo Guanhan, whom he hadn't seen in a long time.

A cool breeze blew in through the door, striking Jiang Nian's exposed skin. It was clearly a summer night, yet it chilled him inexplicably.

Incomprehensible…

a bunch of incomprehensible lunatics.

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