The Woman I Was Flirting With Turned Out To Be A Chaebol Heiress - Chapter 31

Li Nianyi never realized she actually liked intimacy so much. She left countless marks belonging to herself on Jiang Ji without restraint, and she was endlessly delighted by it.

The early autumn weather was slightly chilly, but the temperature in the bedroom was very high, only easing by dawn.

Although Li Nianyi was somewhat tired, she didn’t feel sleepy. Her head rested on Jiang Ji’s shoulder as they chatted casually.

“Jiang Jie, to be honest, how do you think my skills are?”

She didn’t often take the lead, so she needed Jiang Ji, who personally experienced it, to give some positive feedback to boost her confidence.

From the process just now, Jiang Ji could guess that Li Nianyi’s preparations were definitely not in vain.

Jiang Ji affectionately nudged her nose against Li Nianyi’s shoulder: “Very comfortable, very happy. Nian Nian, you’re amazing.”

Hearing those words that went straight to her heart, especially the three “very”s in Jiang Ji’s usually sparse vocabulary, Li Nianyi smiled smugly, showing her sharp teeth.

“Hehe, your kissing skills have improved quite fast. It’s all thanks to me.”

Jiang Ji gently bit Li Nianyi’s lower lip.

“Mm, thank you, Lady Nian Nian.”

“Hey, hey, don’t suddenly use formal speech at times like this!”

“You don’t like it?”

Someone wore a serious face.

Li Nianyi: …

“I do.”

Unconsciously, Jiang Ji played with Li Nianyi’s fingers slender and fair, with distinct knuckles, but not a so-called “perfect” pair of hands there were still calluses on her skin from working.

Of course, Jiang Ji’s hands were similar.

Only, Jiang Ji’s hands had many small wounds; though not very visible, they felt rough to the touch.

“Nian Nian.”

“Hmm?”

“I think I’ve learned it.”

“Learned what?”

Li Nianyi didn’t react immediately; she didn’t know when she closed her eyes, her head resting against Jiang Ji’s broad shoulders as Jiang Ji held her hand tightly.

“Making love.”

As soon as these words were spoken, the tiredness Li Nianyi had gathered suddenly dissipated.

Wasn’t this person… so shy yet straightforward?

Now she was speaking frankly, confident because she had “learned” it, and the teacher just happened to be Li Nianyi herself.

Li Nianyi raised her hand to pinch Jiang Ji’s cheek, slightly pulling it outward: “What does ‘learned’ mean? Do you want to try it yourself next time?”

“I want to.”

Although Jiang Ji’s speech was not very clear, she honestly expressed her desire.

She felt very happy and comfortable, so she wanted to do this kind of thing with Li Nianyi. This simple thought didn’t make her feel ashamed at all. Compared to this, being seen through by Li Nianyi was more embarrassing.

“Wait and see, when I’m happy one day, I’ll let you practice.”

“Okay, whatever you say.”

Jiang Ji’s pampering was never deliberate; it was a kind of unconscious feeling that made Li Nianyi feel fearless when close to her. Only after realizing it did she find that she had already been spoiled by this woman.

“Nian Nian, I recently read a book, to be precise, a poetry collection.”

“Not bad. I don’t even know how long it’s been since I last read a book.”

All day it was papers, papers, and more of those damn papers.

“Just stealing some time from busyness… but there’s one line I remember clearly.”

Jiang Ji paused, as if recalling, and Li Nianyi said nothing, quietly waiting for her to continue.

“In the next life, I want to become a misprinted word, falling into a perfect love poem, making you slightly surprised, making you seriously consider my existence.”

She didn’t crave Li Nianyi’s passionate, overwhelming love; if at just one moment, the person once loved was deeply thought about, that might be enough.

Jiang Ji’s low voice fit perfectly the slightly rainy and humid tone often found in Taiwanese poetry. To Li Nianyi, it was a wonderful enjoyment.

“Why does this sentence impress you so much?”

“Because it makes me think of you and me.”

Li Nianyi was somewhat unaccustomed to Jiang Ji suddenly becoming so literary; Jiang Ji was used to being rough, unable to instantly switch to a state full of literary flair. But she could guess Jiang Ji was someone who easily projected her emotions onto external objects, so even a poem would remind her of their unknown future.

She didn’t discuss romantic fantasies or art and philosophy with Jiang Ji; she just gently hugged the waist of the person beside her and rested her face on her soft belly.

“But Jiang Ji, the next life is too far away. Promise me, okay? I want to be happy with you in this life.”

Li Nianyi snuggled close; Jiang Ji could even feel her throat trembling when she spoke. Nian Nian always took care of Jiang Ji’s fragility.

If Jiang Ji were a porcelain vase, Li Nianyi would think of ways to put a protective cover on her.

In her arms, she wouldn’t break.

“Mm, I promise you, let’s think about the next life then.”

A muffled voice came from above. Li Nianyi grabbed Jiang Ji’s hand and pulled her under the covers.

“Sleepy, go to bed.”

“Good night, Nian Nian.”

“Good night, Jiang Jiang.”

Good night, my cute and sensitive girlfriend.

Li Nianyi opened her eyes and found only herself lying in bed. Everything else was unchanged, except Jiang Ji was gone.

She touched the empty bed and called Jiang Ji’s name a few times, but there was no response. Instead, the sound echoed eerily, as if the warm and comfortable bedroom was just a deceptive illusion.

A vague unease rose in Li Nianyi’s heart. She wanted to leave quickly but didn’t want to get out of the blanket. She could only rely on the thin warmth to resist the growing anxiety in her chest.

Turning her head, she saw the floor-to-ceiling window, which should have been covered by curtains, suddenly open. But outside was no longer the beautiful, brilliant city night; it was the ocean.

Yes, the window faced rolling waves, crashing against the glass as if they might break through the fragile barrier any second. The entire city was submerged under black seawater.

Li Nianyi tried to escape by turning over in bed, but when she rushed to the bedroom door and tried to turn the handle, the door wouldn’t budge, trapping her in this small space. Behind her, the noise grew louder.

Suddenly, her bare foot felt moisture. Looking down, she saw black liquid seeping through the door’s gap.

Suddenly, she felt the lock move, and this time the door opened. She hurriedly pulled the door open but bumped into a body.

Who?

Li Nianyi lifted her eyes, trying to see clearly who it was.

This dream seemed very long, and Li Nianyi felt increasingly tired in the dream, this exhaustion accompanied by anxiety and panic.

“Nian Nian? Nian Nian?”

A familiar and reassuring voice came closer. Li Nianyi finally opened her eyes.

Jiang Ji was worriedly patting her shoulder.

“Did you have a nightmare? You didn’t look good just now, frowning with a very ugly expression… Look, your forehead is covered in sweat.”

Only then did Li Nianyi begin to regain consciousness from the dream. When she first opened her eyes, she was still dazed, feeling unreal.

“I just… had a strange dream. Maybe not exactly a nightmare, but it made me feel tired.”

Li Nianyi sat up, clutching her wildly beating heart, while Jiang Ji tore tissue to wipe the cold sweat from her forehead.

“I’m fine, don’t worry. You should go do your things.”

She pushed Jiang Ji’s arm. Jiang Ji was still holding an apron in her other hand, clearly just running out from the kitchen.

“Are you really okay?”

“It’s just a dream.”

“…Alright, I’ll make more delicious food. Good food will improve your mood.”

“Whatever you say!”

The room then emptied as Jiang Ji closed the door behind her, creating a scene that made one feel as if they had fallen back into a dream.

Was it really just a dream?

No one knew better than Li Nianyi that this was her subconscious warning her of something, the brain sensing threats she hadn’t noticed or that had yet to appear, and thus telling her body through this way.

What was she afraid of?

What had she overlooked?

Li Nianyi tried to recall the dream, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t remember what happened after opening the door. After thinking for a long time, she gave up.

Jiang Ji called her for a meal, so Li Nianyi decided to let it go.

What will come will come. For now, enjoying Jiang Ji’s cooking was more important.

Li Nianyi dragged her limp limbs to the bathroom to wash up.

Sigh, if it weren’t for the group meeting this afternoon, she really wouldn’t want to go to school.

Hating school and hating work.

“Since it’s already this time, I’ll make brunch for you too. You can drink some soup to soothe your stomach first.”

After saying this, Jiang Ji went back to the kitchen to serve the dishes.

They were all ordinary home-cooked meals, but after passing through Jiang Ji’s hands, they somehow became so delicious.

Li Nianyi used to never think she’d like shiitake mushrooms, but the braised shiitake on the table was so tempting the mushrooms were plump, probably because they were pan-fried, with slightly browned edges but juicy inside, and wrapped with minced garlic, the taste doubled.

“My Jiang Jie, how are you so good at cooking!”

Looking at Jiang Ji across the table, Li Nianyi expressed her satisfied sighs while eating.

Delicious food really can heal everything, especially when cooked by Jiang Ji.

“You, how many times have you praised me? Every time you never forget.”

Although Jiang Ji said this, the expression on her face betrayed her inner delight. She loved hearing Li Nianyi’s praise and would never get tired of it in this life.

“Who told you to cook so well? I feel like my mouth has been spoiled by you.”

Jiang Ji raised an eyebrow: “Then you can’t leave me, right? I think that’s good.”

Jokingly, Li Nianyi casually glanced at her phone but saw a glaring message:

“Stay away from Jiang Ji.”