Chapter 113: Chapter 107 “Gift” (Please Subscribe)
A moment later, Zhou Wang released Jiang Mo, who was slightly out of breath.
He got out of the car, walked around to the passenger side, opened the door, and helped Jiang Mo unbuckle her seatbelt, then led her out of the car.
“Sister, relax, just follow me.”
“Where… are we going?”
Only then did Jiang Mo realize Zhou Wang had another purpose. She followed, stepping slowly, her body somewhat stiff.
This was a normal reaction to suddenly losing sight. Even with someone guiding her, she instinctively felt afraid.
After a few steps, Zhou Wang noticed this wasn’t working. He moved behind Jiang Mo, gently wrapped his arms around her waist, and whispered in her ear, “Sister, do you know what it means when I blindfold you in this kind of relationship?”
Jiang Mo shook her head.
The only thing she felt at that moment was that when she couldn’t see, all her other senses seemed to sharpen.
Even Zhou Wang’s light touch on her waist, through the short coat, felt extraordinarily warm.
They were both adults, after all, and those frequent instances of boundary-breaking chat logs, each “assignment” Zhou Wang asked her to complete…
Even if Jiang Mo was inexperienced in this area, couldn’t she search online?
She was a living person, educated properly, so she already understood what Zhou Wang was doing to her.
She was confused, she was bewildered, yet she couldn’t resist, and, deep within herself, there was a sense of excitement and anticipation she couldn’t confront.
She could no longer see herself clearly.
She only knew that during these days away from the province, every time a message from Zhou Wang rang on her phone, she’d secretly open it with tension and anticipation.
She was continuously sinking, but this downfall was happening in a conscious state, which was the most terrifying part…
Her mind was a chaos of wild thoughts, and she felt her strength fading. If Zhou Wang hadn’t supported her, she might have collapsed.
“I don’t know if this theory is correct, but maybe you can tell me.”
Zhou Wang’s voice turned a bit low and ethereal, “When you can’t see anything, it signifies that in your world… there’s only me left.”
“My world, only you?”
Jiang Mo’s body trembled gently as she repeated the words to herself.
The words struck deep into Jiang Mo’s soul.
Wasn’t that the reality too?
Even though she had been trying hard, wanting Professor Wang’s help, she knew that overturning her father’s case was impossible. Her only hope was merely to reduce the sentence a little bit…
Relatives?
The ones who were close had all been borrowed from by Jiang Yunfei, and not being forced to repay yet was already the greatest kindness. The rest need not be mentioned, but none were concerned about her any longer, except for the goal-impure Han Yanqian.
Friends…
Jiang Mo hadn’t felt much before, but the day she was driven out of her home, she realized she didn’t have any friends. Perhaps now, only Junior Sister Ding could barely count as half a friend?
The world was vast, but she was all alone.
Zhou Wang barged into her life in a domineering way. His hand might be ill-intentioned, yet it genuinely pulled her out of a huge whirlpool.
Her world seemed indeed to only consist of him now.
With each passing day, his shadow in her life grew more significant.
“In your world, it’s me, so there’s nothing to be afraid of. Wherever you go, I’ll be there…”
Hearing Zhou Wang’s low voice, Jiang Mo suddenly relaxed.
Indeed, she couldn’t escape anymore. Even if Zhou Wang really wanted to toy with her, she had long lost the strength to resist… so let him be.
Jiang Mo’s steps became smoother, but her body was still a bit weak, needing to lean on Zhou Wang to move forward.
From the parking lot up to the floor, this short distance only took a few minutes, but Zhou Wang clearly realized that Jiang Mo’s mental state had subtly changed.
That was his goal.
The body was easy to obtain; what he really wanted to teach… was Jiang Mo’s soul!
Capture the territory last, capture the heart first.
Arriving at Unit 703 of Building 2, Zhou Wang unlocked the door with his fingerprint and pushed Jiang Mo inside.
Standing in the hallway, Zhou Wang reached out and untied the cloth over her eyes.
Jiang Mo blinked; the unlit house remained pitch black, with nothing to see. As she was puzzled, Zhou Wang approached her from behind.
“Sister, please accept this… this is my gift to you.”
Click!
Zhou Wang turned on all the lights.
The room instantly lit up, with everything clearly visible.
In a space meticulously arranged by Xu Wenqian, brand new furniture was tastefully spaced out.
The 189-square-meter house revealed its inherent texture at that moment.
From the entryway, red and white roses were spread all over, reaching into the living room and extending into the master bedroom, forming a special path.
Caught off guard, Jiang Mo let out a soft gasp, somewhat dazed as she watched the scene unfold.
On the rose pedal-strewn path, a beautifully wrapped gift box was placed every few steps. At a glance, there were over a dozen gift boxes of varying sizes.
Before each gift box was a small card with handwriting.
Jiang Mo’s expression didn’t change much. She just pursed her lips, turned to glance at Zhou Wang, and then took a deep breath, walking a few steps forward, crouching to pick up the first gift box.
After unwrapping it, she found a box containing a roseonly eternal flower in a transparent box.
Next to it, a small card with artistic font printed read, “Let’s speak deeply with simplicity and walk the long road slowly.”
Jiang Mo glanced back at Zhou Wang again, her eyes soft, with a hint of inquiry, as if asking Zhou Wang…
Was this a confession?
And perhaps, she was also wondering if Zhou Wang truly had this romantic side, as it seemed rather incongruous…
Zhou Wang could only respond with a smile, feeling somewhat embarrassed inside.
The room had been arranged that afternoon before he went to pick up the car, entrusted to Chen Mei, with the gifts also purchased by Chen Mei and several property staff.
Besides the arrangement in the bedroom, he hadn’t given Chen Mei any specific instructions, just told her to handle it herself, with a budget of 500,000 RMB… roughly the remaining balance of Jiang Mo’s “Desire Consumption Gold.”
Chen Mei seemed to have mistaken this as a declaration ceremony, hence adding a few details.
But judging from Jiang Mo’s reaction, it seemed fairly fitting, and Zhou Wang could only touch his nose and tacitly accept this as his own intention.
Afterward, Jiang Mo slowly followed the floral path into the house. She didn’t pay much attention to the house itself but focused on the gifts one after another.
The gifts were dazzling; given the rush, Chen Mei probably didn’t have the time to carefully select them, but at least their prices were online.
With such a variety of gifts, their prices ranged from a few hundred to tens of thousands, with nothing particularly outstanding, but also ensuring no risk of backfire.
Accompanying these gifts were cards printed with various lines of romantic words.
Lines like “Among the moonlight and the snow, you are the third kind of absolute beauty,” “Everything related to you is romantic,” and more…
Zhou Wang maintained his composure, yet still felt a bit on edge… these cheesy lines were just too mushy to endure.
While Jiang Mo cautiously unwrapped each gift, Zhou Wang observed her reactions.
She wasn’t like Su Yajing; if it were Su Ranran here, she’d already be trying every way to express her surprise and excitement.
But Jiang Mo wouldn’t do that.
Only through the changes in her eyes could Zhou Wang capture that hint of girlish delight and joy.
Oh, actually what mainly prompted Zhou Wang was the system, along with the constantly incoming payment notifications on his phone…
From a few ten-thousands to hundreds of thousands, by the time Jiang Mo finished unwrapping all the gifts and reached the bedroom door, her Desire Consumption Gold had surged back up to over nine hundred thousand.
One interesting point is that the system’s reminders were consistently for “spiritual desires,” rather than “material desires.”
Yet clearly, Zhou Wang’s expenditures were all material.
“Xia Zhu doesn’t love money, but every touch Wang Duoyu makes is followed by money.”
Out of nowhere, Zhou Wang thought of that line of movie wisdom.
The bedroom door was open, and the roses stretched inside, but it was pitch-black in there. When Jiang Mo reached here, she might have realized something as she lingered at the doorway for a moment before switching on the bedroom light and walking in.
Click!
In the center of the bedroom, on a somewhat uniquely styled bed, lay her final gift.
Within a heart formed by white roses, there was no gift box, only a big red book.
“The House Ownership Certificate of Huaxia Republic.”
Seeing those golden embossed characters, for the first time, Jiang Mo, who had shown no extreme reactions, covered her mouth.
It was an uncertain number of times she had looked back at Zhou Wang, but this time, her eyes sparkled as if filled with starlight.
After Zhou Wang nodded, Jiang Mo hurried over, picking up the red book, and opening it to see her name.
On the bed was also a small card, containing the only line of “romantic words” from Zhou Wang:
“From now on, you have a home again.”
Jiang Mo gazed at that small card, her shoulders trembled slightly, but she didn’t turn around for quite a while, just then, Zhou Wang heard the system notification.
Ding!
[The spiritual desire of the bound target, Jiang Mo, has been satisfied; Desire Consumption Gold has been issued.]
[The material desire of the bound target, Jiang Mo, has been satisfied; Desire Consumption Gold has been issued.]
Two prompts sounded simultaneously.
Zhou Wang glanced down at his phone and then twitched the corner of his mouth.
“CMB: Your current account ending in 1111 received an income of 1,888,000 RMB on July 20th at 20:59.”
Nearly twenty million…
Whoa, system, are you serious?
All the time and effort he invested into Su Yajing barely accumulated over ten million, and Jiang Mo casually being excited just netted two million?
Feeling once again unfairly treated, Zhou Wang began to consider the possibility of living off Jiang Mo…
By the time Zhou Wang snapped out of it, Jiang Mo had discarded the house deed and returned. She was wearing flat shoes today, but due to her height, with just a slight tiptoe, she could reach Zhou Wang’s lips.
Her lips were still cold, yet mingled with searing tears.
Zhou Wang never anticipated that Jiang Mo could possess such strength, as she clung to him desperately, entangling him with a hysterical intensity.
As she nearly frantically began tugging at her own clothes, Zhou Wang abruptly stopped her.
Jiang Mo gasped heavily, looking up at him, her eyes filled with confusion.
“Sister, do you know what I truly want?”
Zhou Wang gazed at her, his eyes dark and abyssal.
“Yes, I know.”
Jiang Mo paused, not evading Zhou Wang’s gaze. Her eyes also transformed into a captivating vortex as she murmured, “It’s okay, I can.”
Her chest rose and fell as she moved closer to Zhou Wang, her slightly disheveled lips nearing his ear.
Her voice was tenderly quiet yet exploded in Zhou Wang’s ear, causing his heart to tremble:
“…Master.”