bookbashuk Chapter 1800 So this is what it feels like to be remembered.
Chapter 1800 So this is what it feels like to be remembered.
Jiang Cheng meant that the value of the necklace lay not in its brand, diamonds, or design, but in the fact that it was a gift for "Xia Li".
It is given meaning because it is you; it is not because it is expensive that it makes you special.
An unprecedented and intense surge of emotion suddenly struck her heart, even more so than before!
The emotional value of 88 points seemed to jump up a little, like a thermometer thrown into hot water.
Yet her powerful willpower held it firmly in place, only stirring up a violent undercurrent deep within her heart.
Jiang Cheng didn't answer and reached out to take the platinum chain from inside the box.
She dangled the platinum chain between her fingers, speaking with a nonchalant tone: "Turn around."
Shirley's heart skipped a beat, and all the muscles in her body tensed instantly.
But instinctively, he turned around, straightening his back and obediently facing away from them.
The moment the cold chain touched the back of her neck, she couldn't help but shiver slightly.
Jiang Cheng's fingers weren't exactly delicate; they had some calluses.
He brushed against the most sensitive skin on the side of her neck without her noticing, causing her ear tips to suddenly burn.
Jiang Cheng had only intended to help her put on the necklace, but when his gaze fell on her fair and slender neck, he unconsciously paused.
Hmm, it's fair and smooth, and has a faint fragrance when you get close.
Instantly, Jiang Cheng couldn't help but lean closer.
Jiang Cheng pulled the buttons that were originally fastened at the back up to the front of his chest.
He wrapped his arms around Shirley's shoulders, rested his neck slightly on her shoulders, and slowly fiddled with the buttons.
The sudden intimate gesture caused Shirley to slowly squeeze her legs together.
She could sense that the person behind her wasn't very skilled.
But that touch felt like an electric current, shooting straight into her heart, making her heart pound like a drum, pounding against her eardrums.
As Jiang Cheng's personal maid, she heard the sounds of the waves quite often.
Although her identity is special, she is a normal woman if you disregard her identity and experiences.
No matter how much she tries to restrain herself normally, she is still prone to having wild thoughts under the stimulation of this environment for a long time.
Especially considering that Jiang Cheng is such a young man with a strong background and a good physique.
Holding Jiang Cheng in her arms like this, she felt that the various poses she used to make with her hands when she occasionally thought of Jiang Cheng at night were beginning to materialize.
Xia Li silently closed her eyes.
Unfortunately, time was too short. Before she could even imagine the click, Jiang Cheng had already fastened the buckle.
Unaware of Xia Li's unusual behavior, Jiang Cheng slowly withdrew his hand.
He walked around her body and stood in front of her, his gaze unabashedly landing on the pendant below her collarbone.
He then slowly swept his gaze along the delicate curve of her neckline, his eyes filled with undisguised admiration.
After a long pause, he finally spoke lazily, his tone carrying a hint of nonchalance: "Tsk, I must say, it suits you quite well."
It wasn't until Jiang Cheng's figure walked out of the hall and disappeared into the corridor that Xia Li felt as if all her support had been drained away.
He took a very slow, deep breath and then slowly exhaled.
The afternoon sun streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting bright dappled patterns on the carpet.
It also landed on the deep blue gift box in her hand, the silver ribbon shimmering with tiny lights.
She raised her hand, her fingertips trembling slightly, and gently touched the pendant on her chest.
The cool, metallic touch was a stark reminder that what had just happened was not an illusion.
Then she walked to the smooth, mirror-like glass window on one side of the living room and looked at her reflection.
The delicate embellishment on her neck that stood out abruptly, shimmering with tiny sparkles.
It seemed out of place, yet... strangely, it was worn by her.
She stared at the necklace in the window for a very long time.
Warmth? A strange warmth that left her unsure how to handle.
It is trying to penetrate her senses, which she has guarded against for years.
There was also a hint of... a secret flutter and sweetness that even she herself was unwilling to delve into.
It was firmly pressed under the iceberg, only revealing a trace of almost imperceptible energy.
The expression on his face eventually settled into a silent, desolate look.
It was as if all the previous inner turmoil had been just an illusion.
But only she knows what lies beneath the frozen surface of her heart.
Something has quietly melted away, revealing the soft lakebed beneath that has never been seen before.
She ultimately did not take off the necklace.
I looked down at the unexpected gift.
Birthday...?
So this is what it feels like to be remembered...
Jiang Cheng had already arrived at a private restaurant near Houhai in a Hongqi car.
Before long, Jiang Xin's car pulled up to the side of the road.
He quickly got downstairs, looked at the wooden plaque of "Xishan Xiaoguan" (meaning "Xishan Small Restaurant"), and hurried inside.
Soon, guided by the waiter, they arrived at Jiang Chengding's private room.
Upon seeing Jiang Cheng, she spoke with just the right amount of respect: "Brother Cheng, this place is nice, it looks quite elegant."
Jiang Cheng leaned back in the bamboo chair, twirling a teacup between his fingers, and nodded slightly: "Just a random place, quiet."
The two sat down, and the waiter brought hot tea and left, leaving only the soft sound of water flowing through the tea infuser in the private room.
Jiang Xin spoke first, with a polite smile on his face: "Brother Cheng, I heard from Anzi that your operations on Facebook this time went very smoothly."