Her Imperfection for Wifehood - Chapter 55

Chapter 55

An Jing hadn’t seen Wei Yinxia for many days. After Fu Wenjing mentioned she was going to bid her farewell, An Jing had Bai Yang drive her to Sincere Garden for a drink.

She arrived discreetly, in disguise, so she didn’t attract Wei Yinxia’s attention.

The days An Jing was absent were agonizing for Wei Yinxia. She wore her veil as usual to manage the place at Sincere Garden and visited Aunt Hong and Xixi at “Jingyin Residence” every few days, but she never stayed the night.

She couldn’t miss any night An Jing might come to the basement.

She wanted to wait until An Jing forgave her before bringing her to Jingyin Residence. Because that was their home, and it should be the start of their lifelong happiness.

Wei Yinxia rarely went to the theater to watch the sunset or stroll by the river anymore. Her A-Jing was back. Memories were just memories. What she desired more was every present moment and every tomorrow with her.

An Jing had people secretly protecting her 24 hours a day. Jingyin Residence was a place An Jing wanted to go but couldn’t.

Keeping a distance was the best protection.

Although Fu Wenjing’s decision was hasty, she still came to Sincere Garden to see Wei Yinxia before leaving Shanghai. The two cried together in the private room.

“There, stop crying. I didn’t say I wasn’t coming back,” Fu Wenjing wiped Wei Yinxia’s tears.

“Advanced studies will take at least two or three years, right? I’ve personally experienced how difficult two or three years can be. Sister Wenjing, when you get there, write to me if you want to talk. I know what to do. I will also write to you regularly.”

“Mm. Thank you. And you and her?”

Wei Yinxia shook her head: “I am not worthy of asking for her forgiveness.”

Fu Wenjing: “Then why don’t you come to Beijing with me?”

“Don’t tease me. This life, wherever she is, I am. Even if I go to Beijing, it will only be when she plans to develop there.”

“Like marrying a chicken, you follow the chicken; marrying a dog, you follow the dog. But you haven’t married yet.” The laughter caused by Fu Wenjing’s joke finally lifted the gloom from their faces.

After saying goodbye and seeing off Fu Wenjing, Wei Yinxia encountered a drunk guest walking out the main door. That person was none other than An Yi.

He wasn’t just casually walking out; he had followed Wei Yinxia and Fu Wenjing outside.

Since hearing the news that Hongying of Sincere Garden was Wei Yinxia, he had been restlessly plotting.

He couldn’t believe this woman, who had indirectly caused him to lose face, was merely a cheap singer. Who did she think she was?

A private car slowly drove toward them. He pretended to stumble, inducing Wei Yinxia to catch him.

Then, with a swift chop, he knocked Wei Yinxia unconscious, quickly shoved her into the back seat of the car, and drove off in a cloud of dust.

Inside the dance hall, An Jing, who was in the corner, waited for more than ten minutes without seeing Wei Yinxia return and grew suspicious.

She asked the bodyguard closest to the entrance in the main hall: “Where is Boss Ying?”

“Boss Ying? Boss Ying just saw Miss Fu out.” The bodyguard thought back and realized he hadn’t seen Boss Ying come back in.

“Something’s wrong, Sister Jing! Boss Ying has been kidnapped!” One of the bodyguards Bai Yang had placed near Wei Yinxia ran in to report the situation: “They drove off in a car. Another brother grabbed a bicycle and followed, marking the route along the way.”

Bai Yang said gravely: “What are you waiting for? Call more men out! Quickly! Turn the whole city upside down and find her for me!”

In less than half an hour, An Jing led her men to the hotel where the reckless An Yi was holed up.

An Yi, having become increasingly lawless while working for the Sea Gang, was driven by lust and wanted to redeem himself. Fearing complications mid-way, he found a nearby hotel to finish quickly.

In the room, An Yi was half-undressed, while Wei Yinxia was tied to a chair, fully clothed, and already conscious.

But no matter how hard she struggled, the ropes binding her wouldn’t budge.

Her veil had been removed, her shoes taken off, and her mouth was tightly gagged with a cloth. She wanted An Yi to let her go, but could only make muffled sounds.

“Wei Yinxia, Hongying?” An Yi leered, leaning close to her: “Should I call you Boss Ying, or Second Miss Wei?”

“Woo… woo…” Wei Yinxia tried desperately to make a sound, to tell him she was An Jing’s woman.

“Shh!”

An Yi pressed his finger against Wei Yinxia’s lips: “I once thought highly of you, kindly intending to marry you as my proper wife, but your Wei family? They dared to make a fool of me! That old man Wei Zhengqing died too easily! If he hadn’t died in prison, I would have settled the score with him after he got out. Since he’s dead, then you, his daughter, will pay the father’s debt.”

A strange and disgusting stench wafted over. Wei Yinxia closed her eyes in despair. The ropes binding her hands behind her back and her feet to the chair legs had already cut into her skin, leaving bloody marks.

One of An Yi’s hands moved to her front, slowly tracing the curves until it reached her neckline, quickly undoing the first frog button.

His other hand moved slowly up her knees, and with a “rip,” tore open the skirt of the Qipao.

Wei Yinxia had only one thought: death.

She no longer hoped to escape unharmed. She only wanted to die before her body was soiled.

An Jing kicked the door open and sent An Yi, who was on top of Wei Yinxia, touching her, tumbling with a kick.

“You dare touch my woman?”

His head hit the wall with a “thud.” An Yi cursed, “You motherf—,” but swallowed the rest of the foul language after recognizing who the person was.

He knelt trembling on the floor, cowardly lying and begging for mercy: “Sis, Sis, I was wrong. I won’t dare again. I didn’t know she was Wei… Second Miss Wei. I thought, I thought she was just a singer…”

“A singer?” An Jing picked up the leather belt from the bed and lashed An Yi’s body several times.

“Sis, forgive me this once. I, I swear to heaven, I will sincerely change for the better and never provoke your woman again.”

An Yi turned to Wei Yinxia and started kowtowing: “Boss Ying, please be merciful. No, no, Sister-in-law, please be merciful. Please ask my sister to spare me, on the grounds that I haven’t done anything yet. Please, I beg you, I beg you…”

Wei Yinxia’s mouth was gagged with a cloth, so she couldn’t speak.

An Jing didn’t want to hear her speak either, which is why she hadn’t untied her yet.

Just as An Jing hesitated, An Yi secretly pulled a military knife from under the quilt and lunged at An Jing’s abdomen.

Fortunately, An Jing reacted quickly and retreated. Bai Yang also timely raised his foot and kicked the hand holding the knife, sending the military knife flying instantly.

Without a self-defense weapon, An Yi tried to use Wei Yinxia as a human shield. As soon as his hand touched Wei Yinxia’s arm, Bai Yang was faster, kicking him to the ground, and smoothly picked up the military knife by the wall, plunging it through his palm.

“Ah!” A scream echoed through the room.

After subduing An Yi, Bai Yang looked at An Jing for instructions: “Sister Jing, how should we handle him?”

An Jing frowned. An Yi was one of the few remaining male heirs of the An family. She was tempted to kill him, but… she couldn’t.

She closed her eyes and instructed: “Spare his life for now. Strip him naked and throw him onto the street. Let him learn a lesson and be a decent person.” Then she instructed the people at the door, “Clean up this place later.”

Bai Yang handed An Yi over to the other brothers and cut the ropes binding Wei Yinxia, then retreated outside the door.

Tears streamed down Wei Yinxia’s eyes. Before An Jing appeared, her mind was frantically searching for a quick way to die.

A-Jing, you’re here. I don’t have to die.

Although she had been untied, Wei Yinxia remained in the posture of being bound.

Why, why did fate have to make A-Jing see me being humiliated again? Just when her relationship with A-Jing had eased, why was heaven so cruel?

An Jing approached and removed the cloth from her mouth: “Are you alright?”

Receiving concern, Wei Yinxia rushed into An Jing’s arms, hugging her waist tightly, and crying loudly: “He said he didn’t do anything yet. It’s true. A-Jing, I’m not dirty. I’m not dirty. Don’t abandon me…”

“There, there, it’s alright. I believe you, I believe you.”

Wei Yinxia was terrified, and the commotion tonight was too great. An Jing was very afraid that the Sea Gang would target them again.

Hiding was impossible.

So, she could only take Wei Yinxia home.

She wanted to find something to cover Wei Yinxia, but Wei Yinxia was stiff all over, clinging to her and refusing to let go.

“Bai Yang,” she called, “tear down a piece of the curtain for me.”

“Yes.” Bai Yang did as told and handed it over: “Sister Jing.”

An Jing was wearing a short jacket today, which couldn’t cover Wei Yinxia entirely. She spread the curtain and draped it over Wei Yinxia from behind: “Be a good girl. Get up. I’ll carry you out.”

Back at the new residence, An Jing carried the person directly into the bedroom.

Xu Weiqiang and Lixia were still awake.

Bai Yang followed Xu Weiqiang to the study and reported everything that happened that evening to him in detail.

In the bedroom, An Jing put Wei Yinxia on the bed. Wei Yinxia fearfully held her hand: “A-Jing, don’t leave me alone.”

“I’m not leaving. I just have a few things to discuss with Boss Qiang and the others.” An Jing was patient, her attitude toward Wei Yinxia much better than in previous encounters.

“Okay, I’ll wait for you then.”

Seeing Lixia outside the door, An Jing invited her in: “Help me look after her.”

Lixia nodded: “Don’t worry, Sister Jing.”

In the study, after An Jing entered, Bai Yang stood guard outside.

Xu Weiqiang lit a cigar and offered it to An Jing: “Try it?”

An Jing didn’t take it, sitting on a sofa far from the desk: “I’m nostalgic. I’m not used to the foreign stuff.”

Withdrawing his hand, Xu Weiqiang leisurely put the cigar in his own mouth. He took a puff, tilted his chin, and exhaled smoke: “A-Jing, you are playing with fire.”

“Are you afraid that I’ll burn the fire too brightly and harm the innocent, or are you afraid that I’ll burn myself?” An Jing wasn’t sure if Xu Weiqiang was referring to her bringing Wei Yinxia home or arranging to meet Jin Baolu, but ultimately both were related to the Sea Gang.

“Jin Baolu is cunning. In recent years, he has resorted to every possible means to consolidate his power, earning him a notorious reputation. Furthermore, he has no family or dependents, no commitments. If pushed too hard, he might resort to reckless, despicable, underhanded tactics. You really don’t need to be courteous before resorting to force with a person like him, nor should you expose your weakness at this critical juncture.”

Speaking of weakness, Xu Weiqiang had also brought Lixia home.

But in terms of affection, Lixia’s status with Xu Weiqiang was ultimately different from Yinyin’s with herself.

Moreover, the one with a feud against Jin Baolu was An Jing, not Xu Weiqiang.

So An Jing didn’t bring up Lixia: “You also call him a dog. It would be a huge joke if Boss Qiang and I, combined, couldn’t even kill a dog.”

“I know I can’t talk you out of it.” Xu Weiqiang took a gun out of a drawer. It was the latest, internationally recognized, agent-grade sidearm, Western-made, light and compact, with significant advantages in bullet velocity and range. It took considerable resources to acquire just one.

He got up, walked to An Jing, and offered her the gun: “Listen to me. You need to focus. Hide your woman well tomorrow. The day after, bring more men for an ambush, and be mentally prepared that he might threaten you with the lives of the An family.”

“Okay. Thank you.” An Jing took the gun and stood up: “Don’t go the day after tomorrow. If anything unexpected happens…”

Xu Weiqiang gripped her shoulder and patted it several times.

Silence spoke volumes.

In the tens of minutes An Jing was out of the room, Wei Yinxia hadn’t gotten off the bed, remaining seated with her knees hugged.

When Lixia spoke to her, she only responded with simple words or remained silent.

Until she heard the sound of the doorknob turning, she became highly vigilant, staring straight at the door, in a defensive state. She was afraid the person entering wasn’t her A-Jing.

Knowing this was A-Jing’s place, and having a familiar person beside her, the fear-stricken Wei Yinxia was still jumpy.

Confirming the person entering was the A-Jing she was waiting for, she pushed the curtain aside and ran over, hugging her tightly again.

“A-Jing.”

An Jing stroked the back of her head: “I won’t leave again. Let’s wash up and sleep? Are you hungry? I’ll let…”

“Not hungry, I’m not hungry.” Wei Yinxia shook her head firmly while buried in her embrace.

Lixia quietly exited the room.

In the past two years, she had only seen the increasingly strong side of Hongying, who worked hard to manage Sincere Garden. Now, she realized that even the most resilient woman would show a vulnerable side in front of her beloved.

Hongying and Boss Jing must have turned a new corner, right?

She had gotten what she wanted, and she wished Hongying could get what she wanted soon too.

Bathing together had become a routine.

During the bath, An Jing didn’t do anything inappropriate, but precisely because she did nothing, Wei Yinxia felt insecure.

Wearing a bathrobe and lying in bed, as soon as the quilt was pulled up, Wei Yinxia took off her bathrobe and anxiously, blushingly leaned in to kiss An Jing’s lips.

She was afraid that A-Jing not touching her meant she was disgusted by her. Only by physically feeling A-Jing’s warm palm and body temperature would she feel real, and only then would she not feel that these few times sharing a bed with A-Jing were just a fleeting dream.

The light, gentle kisses were filled with Wei Yinxia’s deep, profound love for An Jing.

An Jing indulged her, allowing her to clumsily please her like a kitten or a puppy. Yinyin lacked security. Would doing this make her happier, more confident, and feel at ease?

Then she would give it to her.

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