Chapter 9: I Want to Kiss Your Softness

“He’s become the collaborative artist for Jiang Corporation, the kind who isn’t required to clock in,” she explained—after all, he hadn’t graduated yet.

Such talent acquired so effortlessly filled Li Jiuwei with delight.

Feng Su cradled her fingers, pressing a gentle kiss to them as he gazed at her with deep affection. “Sister, how will you thank me?” he asked.

“What do you want, little one?” Li Jiuwei observed his actions with a placid air. He grinned, revealing gleaming white teeth, his voice husky, “I want… to kiss you until you’re soft.”

No sooner had the words left his lips than Feng Su caught her by the nape, drawing her into a fervent, impassioned kiss.

His kisses were always urgent and fiery.

In Li Jiuwei’s eyes, this wolfish youth lacked self-control.

Yet his skill in kissing had grown with each passing day.

Three years under her guidance had made him her most beloved lover.

A heated hand wandered where it should not—Li Jiuwei suddenly gripped his wrist, her bewitching gaze shifting away from his face. “Feng Su, if you continue, it’ll go too far.”

He lowered his head to nibble lightly at her collarbone. “It’s all because you’re too captivating.”

This rascal—taking liberties and still playing innocent.

After dinner, Li Jiuwei finally managed to coax him to leave.

She posted about Fang Tiantian’s situation in the small group chat of the design department.

The first statement from Jiang Corporation was an apology.

The second announced the collaboration with Wanwan Leiqing.

The tide of public opinion began to shift.

Netizens praised Jiang Corporation for its magnanimity and Wanwan Leiqing for her openness.

It was a win-win outcome.

The only thorn was Li Xinchun’s plagiarism.

Someone online revealed that the project between Jiang Corporation and Feng Corporation was originally Li Jiuwei’s responsibility, but Li Xinchun had snatched it away—instantly, the discussion reignited.

Many criticized Li Xinchun, for Li Jiuwei was somewhat renowned in the industry, and plenty of people sided with her.

Li Xinchun, scrolling through Weibo, gripped her phone in resentment.

A bunch of fools who knew nothing.

Jiang Huaiting returned home to find Li Xinchun weeping sorrowfully in the living room. His heart clenched with pain.

“Xinchun, why are you crying again? Take care of your health, you can’t get upset right now.”

“Huaiting… they’re all insulting me, sobbing… I never bullied my sister…” Li Xinchun’s face was streaked with tears, frail and pitiable.

He felt a sharp pang.

Jiang Huaiting gently embraced her, his eyes full of irritation for Li Jiuwei.

“If my sister hates me so much, how can I have a place in the company? Huaiting, I don’t want this child anymore, nor do I want you. I’ll return you to my sister…”

“Silly girl, don’t talk nonsense. In my heart, there’s only you and our child. Li Jiuwei means nothing to me!”

“But… sister…” Jiang Huaiting brushed away her tears, his voice resolute. “Xinchun, this was just an accident. As long as you work perfectly with Feng Corporation, the position of Jiang Corporation’s chief jewelry designer will be yours.”

By then, Li Jiuwei would be trampled beneath their feet, with no chance of recovery. They would drive her out of Jiang Corporation as well. The corners of Li Xinchun’s lips curled faintly as she frowned, “Then… will you still marry my sister?”

“Of course. After the wedding, I’ll regain the shares she holds. Xinchun, once I have the shares, I’ll divorce her and marry you openly, making you my cherished wife.”

Li Xinchun blushed, tapping Jiang Huaiting’s chest with embarrassment.

“Huaiting, you’re so good to me.”

“You are my dearest love.”

As the two exchanged sweet words, Li Jiuwei returned. No matter how much she overheard, neither Jiang Huaiting nor Li Xinchun showed the slightest sign of guilt.

Li Jiuwei ignored them and went straight upstairs.

Downstairs, Jiang Huaiting’s expression darkened as he stared at her retreating figure, lost in thought.

Li Xinchun clung to his arm coquettishly.

“Huaiting, I’m tired.”

He scooped her up and carried her to their room.

Late at night, Li Jiuwei came out for a glass of water. Passing their room, she heard the sounds of passion within.

Cup in hand, Li Jiuwei paused.

The noises inside grew more heated each time.

“Huaiting… more, I want more… give it all to me… don’t waste anything…”

“All right, it’s all yours!”

…

Outside, Li Jiuwei shivered involuntarily. Carrying on like this while pregnant—weren’t they afraid of an accident?

It seemed Jiang Huaiting did not cherish Li Xinchun as much as he claimed.

Just as Li Jiuwei reached the first floor, a shrill scream from upstairs pierced the air.

Soon after, Jiang Huaiting, clothes disheveled, hurried down carrying Li Xinchun.

Blood streamed down her leg.

“Li Jiuwei, drive the car.”

“I’m not your chauffeur!”

“Xinchun is bleeding, Li Jiuwei. Don’t be petty at a time like this.”

Li Jiuwei smiled coolly. “You made this mess—deal with it yourself. Besides, there’s a driver here.” The sheer audacity of asking her to drive them to the hospital was revolting.

Before leaving, Jiang Huaiting shot her a venomous glare.

A trail of blood marked the floor.

Li Jiuwei’s hand tightened around her water glass.

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The hospital.

Their arrival drew the stares of many onlookers.

Jiang Huaiting, heedless of appearances, focused solely on Li Xinchun.

When the Li family learned what had happened, they rushed anxiously to the hospital.

“Huaiting, what happened? How did Xinchun end up hospitalized?” Li Mother asked, her eyes full of worry for the pale figure on the bed. Jiang Huaiting looked troubled.

Li Jingbai sneered, “What else? It must have been Li Jiuwei upsetting my sister.”

Jiang Huaiting wanted to explain, but Li Xinchun gently tugged his hand, shaking her head slightly.

In the end, Jiang Huaiting didn’t deny it.

Thus, the Li family’s resentment toward Li Jiuwei only deepened.

“Don’t blame my sister. She has every right to hate me,” Li Xinchun murmured.

“Xinchun, your kindness only encourages Li Jiuwei to bully you further.”

“Second Brother… don’t blame her. Anyway, my baby is fine.” She caressed her abdomen, face wan and pitiful, evoking sympathy.

Upon learning her child had nearly been lost, the Li family wished they could seize Li Jiuwei and teach her a lesson.

“Xinchun, your endless forbearance only emboldens her. Jiang Huaiting, I entrusted my sister to you, and she nearly came to harm—is this how you protect her?”

“Enough. This isn’t Huaiting’s fault,” Li Father interjected.

Li Jingbai snorted, but seeing Li Xinchun looking at Jiang Huaiting with such heartache, his anger quickly faded.

“Uncle, Auntie, I’m terribly sorry for what happened. I promise I’ll protect Xinchun well from now on,” Jiang Huaiting vowed solemnly.

Li Father smiled in satisfaction. “Good, we trust you.”

After sending them off, Jiang Huaiting appeared conflicted. Li Xinchun hugged his waist, her voice muffled. “Huaiting, I didn’t mean to put the blame on my sister. If my parents knew what really happened… they’d take me back to the Li family. I don’t want to leave you, nor do I want them blaming you.”

“Xinchun, it touches me that you think of me. Tonight, I went too far.”

Regret filled his eyes.

This side of Jiang Huaiting only made her love him more.

At the Zhaoshan Villa.

Just as Li Jiuwei drifted to sleep, she was awakened by a commotion.

The three members of the Li family arrived, full of hostility.

“Li Jiuwei, Xinchun is your own sister. How can you hurt her again and again? Do you have no conscience?” Li Mother cried in anguish.