Chapter 37: You Want to Touch My Abs?

The young man beside her sneered.

Jiang Sheng’s eyes held a controlling and oppressive gaze. He stared at the girl’s innocent face and said mercilessly, “You’re different from others, Ning Qiutang. Your fate is mine to decide.”

Ning Qiutang couldn’t help but feel sad and lost. His words echoed in her heart, as if there was truly no escape: “Don’t scare me, I’m afraid.”

Jiang Sheng smiled contentedly. Fear was exactly what he wanted, because only those who were afraid would obey.

“Hurry up, aren’t you going home?”

He stood up, his patience completely gone.

Ning Qiutang wiped away the tears from the corner of her eyes and picked up the incense to insert it into the incense burner.

Jiang’s grandfather called Jiang Sheng over.

He gave him a string of sandalwood prayer beads.

“The master said you have deep karmic debt and will face many misfortunes in this life. Wear this to suppress the evil energy around you.”

Jiang Sheng didn’t believe in such things, and naturally didn’t believe in these supernatural beings. He took the prayer beads but didn’t want them.

“If you dare to throw it away or destroy it, I’ll hold you accountable.”

Grandpa Jiang anticipated his reaction and glared at him forcefully, a clear warning.

Jiang Sheng was about to say something nice.

Ning Qiutang came over and put the prayer beads on him: “Let’s go.”

“Grandpa Jiang, we’re leaving.”

She pulled Jiang Sheng away quickly.

Jiang Sheng wanted to scold her for taking matters into her own hands, but after putting on the prayer beads, he felt that the uncontrollable feeling was quickly suppressed.

The young man raised an eyebrow, glancing at the ordinary-looking prayer bead bracelet. It was unbelievable.

Ning Qiutang got into the car going home, happy as can be.

Jiang Sheng took off the prayer beads and pulled Ning Qiutang, who was sitting beside him, onto his lap.

Ning Qiutang looked at him questioningly. Her skirt, which only reached her knees, was easily revealing, and the position she was sitting in was a bit awkward. She wanted to struggle.

The young man’s arm wrapped around her small waist, warning her: “Don’t move.”

“What are you doing?” Ning Qiutang looked at his gloomy and cold expression, wondering who had angered this big demon.

Jiang Sheng tried several times and found that the prayer beads could indeed suppress the other force that was affecting him. He decided to wear them.

His frivolous and debauched eyebrows seemed light and carefree: “Didn’t you want to touch my abs?”

“Ah?” Ning Qiutang almost couldn’t follow his train of thought. Her hand was already grabbed by him and shoved into his clothes.

Her face flushed red, and she looked at the unpredictable person in disbelief. One hand pushed his shoulder, while the other, upon touching his hot skin, felt as if it had been burned and struggled wildly.

“No, no need to be so polite. I was just joking.” Ning Qiutang thought he was crazy. The muscle texture she felt in her palm was incredibly good, with distinct abs that were incredibly sexy.

Jiang Sheng released her hand, his mood surprisingly good. He pinched her chin and leaned in close: “You deliberately put the prayer beads on me, knowing something, or do you really want to get intimate with me?”

Ning Qiutang’s head slowly popped out a few question marks. She explained nervously, “No, Jiang Sheng, you misunderstood. Is there something wrong with the prayer beads? I just wanted you not to disappoint Grandpa Jiang’s kindness.”

“Who wants to get intimate with you? I don’t understand what you’re saying. Let me go.”

Jiang Sheng saw her clueless expression and guessed the truth. She really didn’t know.

“Shh, keep your voice down, the driver is still here.” He pinched the girl’s slender waist, his unrestrained eyes looking at her excitedly like a beast.

The driver had already had the foresight to raise the partition.

Ning Qiutang blushed, her palms sweating. She was held in his embrace, making it difficult to breathe. She lowered her eyelids, not daring to look at him: “Don’t do this…”

“Little Rose, why are you trembling? Is something wrong?” Jiang Sheng tore off the mask of indifference he always wore around women, holding his fragrant and soft fiancée in his arms, whispering seductive words in her ear.

Ning Qiutang clutched his clothes, her eyes instantly becoming moist. He was getting closer and closer, leaving her only able to whimper softly and helplessly in his arms.

“Jiang… Jiang Sheng, I feel so bad. Touch my forehead, I might be sick.”

She wasn’t lying. When she woke up this morning, she felt a bit unwell. She thought it was because of the heat, but then she started to feel dizzy and feverish.

She hurried home because she was afraid of getting sick.

Jiang Sheng, half-believing, touched her forehead and face. He found that her face was red, not from shyness, but truly red. His fingers accidentally brushed against her neck, and the temperature was even hotter.

“Go to the hospital,” he instructed the driver.

Ning Qiutang breathed a sigh of relief, tears falling in large drops onto the young man’s hand: “It’s all your fault, putting ice cubes in the room.”

“Didn’t you keep complaining about being hot? I can’t fan you all night.”

Jiang Sheng looked at her crying and whimpering, expecting to feel disgusted, but not only did he not feel that way, he even found her crying so pathetic.

“You caught a cold last night.”

He asked through gritted teeth.

The heat wasn’t real heat, it was damn sickness.

This little waste.

Ning Qiutang weakly retorted: “How was I supposed to know it was a cold? I just felt hot, woo woo… You’re still yelling at me.”

She cried so hard she was gasping for breath, her eyes red like a rabbit’s. The spoiled and willful young lady was now indulging in her fragility, vulnerable beyond compare.

Jiang Sheng couldn’t do anything about her, he could only rush her to the hospital.

Half an hour later, they arrived at the largest hospital.

Jiang Sheng took her to register and see a doctor. They finally diagnosed her with a cold, a high fever of 38 degrees.

The young man’s face turned dark, she could endure it, but she only showed it now.

Ning Qiutang, sickly, leaned against Jiang Sheng’s arms, her hands clinging to his clothes, tears still falling one by one, perfectly portraying her weakness and helplessness.

It wasn’t her fault that she was forgetful. Ever since she was a child, whenever she got sick, she became the most vulnerable, even if the person in front of her wanted to kill her, she would cling to him with all her might, forgetting past grievances and acting incredibly weak and pitiful.

The two of them were too good-looking, people even thought they were a couple.

Jiang Sheng, with the greatest patience in his life, took her to see the doctor and get medicine. Finally, they sat in the IV drip area, honestly getting the drip.

The nurse came to give her the injection.

Ning Qiutang bit her lower lip, afraid of the pain, tightly grabbing Jiang Sheng’s hand, her nails almost digging into his flesh.

“There are three bottles of medicine, let’s see if the fever can go down.” The nurse asked her boyfriend to watch the drip.

Ning Qiutang nodded, cautiously glancing at the young man whose expression was changing between sunny and cloudy: “If you’re busy, you can go first.”

She said that, but her small hand wouldn’t let go of Jiang Sheng’s.

Jiang Sheng’s other hand touched her leg. This time, she didn’t dodge, she even pressed closer to his palm. The young man’s eyes darkened slightly for a few seconds: “I’m not leaving, what do you need, I’ll have someone get it for you.”

“I need… my homework, test papers, and books.” Ning Qiutang said bluntly.

Jiang Sheng chuckled: “Okay, I’ll get them for the good student.”

He instructed Chen Jinsi to go to Ning’s house to get her bag and blanket.

The air conditioning in the hospital was very strong, her legs were cold.