You’re Really Pushing Your Luck

“Wen Xi, do you know how to write the four characters for ‘pushing your luck’?”

Jiang Jibai glanced at the direction her finger pointed and spoke calmly.

“Jiang Jibai.”

Wen Xi tilted up her small face, her doe-like eyes curved in a smile.

“I only know how to write ‘French kiss.’ Do you?”

“I don’t just know how to write ‘French kiss,’ I also know how to write ‘forced kiss.’”

She raised an innocent little face and stepped forward.

They were already standing close.

With that one step, she was nearly pressed against his chest.

Jiang Jibai lifted his hand and covered the girl’s face, pushing her back slightly.

He said without emotion, “Except for the last one, I can satisfy the others.”

Wen Xi grabbed his wrist and pulled his hand off her face.

She looked up at him with puffed cheeks.

“But the one I want to take advantage of is the last one.”

“No.”

The man’s tone was calm but left no room for discussion.

“It’s just a few ounces of flesh. It’s the same as the flesh everywhere else on your body. Why can’t I touch it!”

Wen Xi protested unhappily.

“And I’m your wife. We’re already legally married.”

“You don’t need to protect your male virtue from me.”

As she spoke, she stepped closer again, erasing the distance he had pushed her away earlier.

She was now even closer than before.

Wen Xi tilted her head up, the tip of her nose almost touching his chin.

Her voice softened.

“Let me touch it. It won’t fall off, Jiang Jibai.”

“And also, please correct your attitude.”

“Jiang Jibai, you’re the one who owes me right now.”

“How can you reject such a reasonable compensation request with so much confidence?”

She stood extremely close.

When her small mouth kept talking, her warm breath brushed against his chin.

He lowered his gaze and quietly looked at the persistent girl.

After a moment, he spoke.

“Wen Xi.”

“Are you a female hooligan?”

“…”

Of course she knew this was a little hooligan-like.

But who told him to be her husband now?

Who told him to bully her lips like that yesterday?

Who told him not to tell her anything about her idol?!

For the sake of her idol, having a thicker skin was completely justified.

Wen Xi blinked and urged him again.

“So are you going to compensate me or not?”

The man didn’t answer.

Instead, the door behind Wen Xi was knocked on at an awkward moment.

“Excuse me, is anyone inside?”

It was the voice of a strange woman.

That single sentence seemed to give Jiang Jibai an opportunity.

He grabbed the girl’s hand, pulled her away from the door, and opened it.

Outside stood a hotel waitress in uniform.

She was holding the hands of two children, clearly accompanying guests’ kids to the game room.

“Sorry to disturb you,” the waitress apologized politely.

Jiang Jibai said nothing.

He simply held Wen Xi’s hand and led her away from the playroom.

Wen Xi thought they couldn’t monopolize the playroom anyway.

Since Jiang Jibai pulled her away, she didn’t resist.

While walking along the hallway back to the private room, she looked up at the tall man beside her and spoke thoughtfully.

“Jiang Jibai, I know you’re not close to women.”

“You naturally wouldn’t want a woman touching you.”

“So this is probably difficult for you.”

“Therefore I’ll give you one night to adjust your mindset and persuade yourself.”

“Give me your answer tomorrow after class.”

The man acted as if he hadn’t heard her.

Wen Xi knew he was pretending not to hear.

She continued.

“Anyway, tomorrow I’m definitely touching it.”

“Think about it, Jiang Jibai.”

“Things like this are just a blink and it’s over.”

“There’s really nothing hard to accept.”

Jiang Jibai glanced at her but didn’t respond.

At around eight that night, the formal meeting between both families ended.

Jiang Youyi left with the two children and Wen Junru.

Before leaving, Jiang Youyi invited Wen Xi to stay at their house this weekend, saying that once she was married she wouldn’t have as much time to see her father.

Looking at the two children who appeared obedient but were actually little devils, Wen Xi curved her eyes slightly and smiled.

“Alright. If I’m free this weekend, I’ll come.”

“Take care on the way home, Mom.”

Jiang Youyi patted her hand and smiled in agreement.

After watching Wen Junru’s car drive away, Wen Xi got into Jiang Jibai’s car.

Jiang Jibai drove faster than the drivers of the Jiang family elders.

They arrived at the old residence first.

Soon afterward, Jiang Wenxin arrived as well.

The night scenery glittered and the streets were quiet.

After parking, the three of them entered the Jiang family residence together.

Wen Xi and Jiang Jibai walked side by side in front.

Jiang Wenxin followed behind.

“Brother, are you really not planning to hold a wedding?” Jiang Wenxin asked casually.

Wen Xi immediately perked up her ears.

When she had heard the word “wedding” earlier in the hotel private room, she had already started thinking about it.

If they held a wedding, Qiao Zhinian—being Fangke Entertainment’s top artist and currently on vacation—would likely attend or at least record a congratulatory video.

She had wanted to bring it up with Jiang Jibai, but those two bratty kids had interrupted earlier.

Jiang Jibai responded lightly.

“Mm.”

Wen Xi’s face immediately collapsed.

Why didn’t Jiang Jibai want to hold a wedding?

Since her cousin-in-law was right behind them, she didn’t dare ask further and simply pretended nothing was wrong.

“Women usually like weddings. Sister-in-law shouldn’t be an exception, right?” Jiang Wenxin added.

Wen Xi instantly perked up again.

Yes, yes—her cousin-in-law was the best.

She looked up at Jiang Jibai with bright doe-like eyes.

He withdrew his gaze and said calmly, “We’ll consider it later. Your sister-in-law is still studying.”

What kind of reason was that?

She only wanted to see her idol sooner.

Since Jiang Jibai refused to tell her anything about Qiao Zhinian, even seeing him at a wedding or hearing a voice message would satisfy her thirst for news.

Moonlight spilled down unobstructed near the old residence.

Jiang Wenxin lowered her head and saw the shadows of Wen Xi and Jiang Jibai on the ground.

One tall and one short, closely leaning together.

“I see,” she said softly.

**

When they reached Jiang Jibai’s bedroom, Wen Xi asked again.

“Jiang Jibai, are you really not planning to hold a wedding?”

The first thing Jiang Jibai did upon entering the bedroom was prepare to shower.

He tossed his suit jacket onto the sofa and began unbuttoning his shirt as he walked toward the bathroom.

“Mm.”

“But even if I’m studying, there are still plenty of times we could hold a wedding,” Wen Xi said.

“For example weekends or national holidays.”

“I’ve been holding that in all the way home.”

Before entering the bathroom, Jiang Jibai said one sentence.

“Wen Xi, did you forget that we each married for our own reasons?”

“…Oh.”

She couldn’t refute that.

Their marriage wasn’t built on love.

It was a marriage of mutual benefit.

For Jiang Jibai, a wedding would just be unnecessary trouble and wasted energy.

But for her it was different.

If they had a wedding, she might see her idol.

However, since Jiang Jibai was so firm, she couldn’t push further.

Fortunately, she still had one backup plan.

Seduction.

Tomorrow, no matter what, she would drag Jiang Jibai onto the ship of desire.

Before going to sleep that night, Wen Xi spent more than an hour in the walk-in closet choosing what to wear the next day.

She still wasn’t sure whether Jiang Jibai’s ideal type was sexy or cute.

Jiang Jibai really seemed uninterested in women, as if he had no emotions or desires.

Well… perhaps not entirely.

His body still reacted to her.

Wen Xi thought back to the two times he had reacted to her.

One time she had worn a school-style pleated skirt.

The other time she wore a light pink feathered slip nightgown.

“Looks like he prefers the pure and cute type?”

She muttered to herself while selecting several dresses from the wardrobe.

She hung them in a row to choose randomly the next morning.

After all, one must sharpen one’s tools before doing a job well.

Her plan was perfect.

Attend classes normally during the day.