bookbashuk We'll continue with Chapter 1729 later.
We'll continue with Chapter 1729 later.
The fruit was so fresh that it even gushed out a lot of red juice.
She looked at this picture repeatedly when she first saw it.
Right now, I just feel that this picture fits perfectly with what's going to happen next.
No wonder Shen Shuang said she would help Jiang Churan ask for leave in the afternoon.
If it's true, it might be uncomfortable to lift your legs high when dancing.
Although it seemed painful in her imagination, she was still very envious.
Even if Jiang Churan gives up this stage, she still truly gains a lot.
After all, to put it bluntly, do you really think you can earn 30 million just by standing on the stage?
Impossible...
Shen An and his friends left laughing and joking.
Soon, the sound of the door closing in the entryway echoed.
Jiang Churan and Jiang Cheng were left alone in the living room in an instant.
The air still held the echoes of the previous liveliness, yet a subtle quiet slowly crept in.
Before Jiang Cheng could make a move, Jiang Churan took the initiative.
After carefully folding the purchase contract, I put it in the cabinet under the living room table.
As the cabinet door closed, the tips of her ears had already turned a subtle red.
After taking a deep breath, he turned to look at Jiang Cheng.
At this moment, her eyes were smiling, and the aloofness in her usually cool and detached expression had faded.
It was as if a thin, soft mist had been covering them, and even their usually straight lips curved into a gentle arc.
Without the slightest hesitation, she stood up and faced Jiang Cheng.
She gently placed her hands on his shoulders, then turned her body in a different direction.
Then, with a slight dip, she settled steadily onto his lap.
Her supple waist naturally leaned into his arms, like a vine finding a place to rest.
Before Jiang Cheng could speak, she tilted her head slightly, her cool fingertips gently brushing against his cheek, and then leaned in to press her lips to his.
The kiss was light, with a touch of girlish shyness, yet it was exceptionally earnest.
Although her actions seemed quite unrestrained, a blush spread from the tips of her ears to her chin.
Her long, thick eyelashes drooped, and she closed her eyes slightly, not daring to look into Jiang Cheng's eyes.
The fingers on his shoulder tightened slightly.
This sudden closeness softened Jiang Cheng's heart.
He instantly raised his hand and wrapped it around Jiang Churan's perfect A4 waist.
He felt the slender and supple waist with his fingertips.
Then, tilting her head slightly, she deepened the kiss.
As their lips met, Jiang Churan let out a muffled groan.
After a few minutes, when she felt she could no longer refuse Jiang Cheng, she pushed him away.
Looking at her clothes, which had been rummaged through and were somewhat disheveled, Jiang Churan felt a surge of heat rising within her.
At this moment, she felt no aversion to being in contact with Jiang Cheng.
On the contrary, she felt a desire to immediately hand herself over to Jiang Cheng.
But the thought that my stage performance, which I had been rehearsing for over a month, was only going to be in just two days made me hesitate.
After looking up, she was a little afraid that Jiang Cheng would be angry.
Even her voice had a soft, nasal quality: "Thank you."
Jiang Cheng's fingertips were still resting on her waist.
Feeling the warmth in his hand, he raised an eyebrow and smiled: "What are you thanking me for? Thanking me for buying you an apartment?"
Jiang Churan blushed even more when he saw through her thoughts.
However, despite her popularity, she didn't push Jiang Cheng away.
"Could you wait for me for two more days? My performance will be over in two days, and then... then we can continue."
Looking at her reddened eyes, Jiang Cheng gently pinched her cheek with his fingertips.
Jiang Cheng had never thought of doing this before he came.
After all, he knew better than anyone how much Jiang Churan longed for the stage.
However, although the final result can wait, the special hiccup card can be used now.
Everything should be done step by step, starting from the beginning.
Although we haven't been able to get to the final step yet, let's start from the beginning.
You'll get used to it in a couple of days, right?
Jiang Cheng's voice was filled with laughter: "Of course, not just two days, you can wait as long as you want. But to prevent a big fire from starting, you can put out a small fire first."
The first half of the sentence had just put Jiang Churan at ease, but the second half instantly left her at a loss.
What's the meaning? ?
Jiang Cheng didn't give Jiang Churan a chance to react.
He reached out and held the back of her neck, then leaned down and kissed her again.
This kiss was deeper than the last, silencing all the subtle emotions she hadn't yet expressed.
Jiang Churan's body tensed instantly.
Didn't you say we could wait?
Why are you lifting my clothes?
To be honest, she didn't know if Jiang Cheng's words about being willing to wait for her were true.
After all, Jiang Cheng's offensive was even more intense than before.
Feeling shy, she could only slowly close her eyes.
Although her original intention was to postpone it for two days, if Jiang Cheng really insisted on it now, she wouldn't be able to refuse.
She could only raise her arms to encircle his neck, letting him lead her into a state of drowning.
When their breathing became erratic, Jiang Cheng stepped back slightly, his forehead touching hers, his fingertips caressing her reddened lips.
Then Jiang Cheng lay down on the sofa again without paying attention to himself.
Seeing this, Jiang Churan's face turned red again.
...
Half an hour later, the car appeared at the entrance of the dance academy.
Unlike when she arrived, Jiang Churan was now looking down, her face flushed, rubbing her cheeks with her hands.
While rubbing, he took a small bottle of mineral water out of his bag with his right hand.
After taking a sip, she said to Jiang Cheng, "I can go in by myself. I'm already late. If I were with you, my mentor would definitely scold me to death."
"Sigh, don't say that next time. I didn't even have the heart to scold you just now. What kind of person is he?"
Jiang Churan rarely saw Jiang Cheng with such a cold face, but now she was no longer afraid of him.
She didn't know why she had this change in mindset.
Could it be because they have been completely honest with each other?
After blushing, Jiang Churan said coquettishly, "Are you sure you didn't say something wrong??"
Seeing that Jiang Churan was still giving herself a facial massage.
Jiang Cheng reached out and touched her hair: "If I really wanted to yell at you, would you still be sitting here perfectly fine right now?"
Although she felt that the distance between her and Jiang Cheng was infinitely close.
However, such a shy topic was still too difficult for her.
After humming shyly for a couple of minutes, she quickly unbuckled her seatbelt, then very consciously leaned over and kissed Jiang Cheng before getting out of the car.
Seeing Jiang Churan's flustered figure, Jiang Cheng smiled and started the car after watching her walk into the school gate.
The car was still heading towards my great-grandfather's courtyard house, since tomorrow is Qingming Festival.
After the car successfully passed through several checkpoints, it arrived at the courtyard house.
Jiang Cheng casually parked the car to the side of the entrance.
As you walk in through the door, you can see Uncle Lin standing under the eaves not far away, clutching a piece of paper covered in writing.
"Uncle Lin, what are you busy with?"
His gaze swept over the commotion in the yard.
This courtyard is usually very quiet, but now that several people are gathered together, they are clearly busy.
As Jiang Cheng spoke, he stepped forward to take a look.
Upon hearing the sound, Lin Zhen quickly folded the note and put it in his pocket.
When she came up to me, her tone was quite attentive: "Young Master is back? We're just preparing for Qingming Festival tomorrow. I just finished checking the offering list with the kitchen, and then I made sure they arranged the incense, candles, and paper money for the ancestors according to the old custom. Even the plain-colored jackets that the old master and you will wear tomorrow have been ironed by the laundry room and hung in the east wing."
As he spoke, he pointed westward again.
Jiang Cheng followed his gaze.
Two servants were carefully wiping a set of blue and white porcelain offering plates.
They moved so gently, as if afraid of damaging the glaze.
Several people were gathered around the stone table, putting the trimmed pine and cypress branches into bamboo baskets, with neatly folded plain silk flowers placed nearby.
Uncle Lin added, "Go clean the stone table in the backyard later. After the ancestral worship tomorrow, the old man will definitely want to talk to you there."
Looking at the busy yet orderly scene in the courtyard, Jiang Cheng nodded.
"Uncle Lin has been with my grandparents for decades, so it's definitely the right thing to do to entrust these matters of etiquette and decorum to you."
Upon hearing this, Lin Zhen paused slightly, then a gentle smile appeared on his face, tinged with a sense of being flattered.
His hands unconsciously clenched slightly at his sides, then quickly relaxed, his tone more attentive than before: "Young Master, you flatter me."
He bowed slightly, his gaze sweeping over the orderly scene of activity in the courtyard before settling back on Jiang Cheng, a familiar warmth in his eyes: "The old man has been very kind to me. It is my duty to guard this courtyard and do what needs to be done."
As he spoke, he gestured toward the main hall. His fingertips and pads, calloused from years of handling mundane tasks, still moved deftly. "By the way, Madam is currently sitting in the hall brewing your favorite pre-Qingming Longjing tea. Please go in and rest. I'll keep an eye on things here."
Hearing this, Jiang Cheng was somewhat surprised: "My mom is back?"