A Gilded Cage of Love - Chapter 5
My mind is heavy with worries.
I get up in the middle of the night.
I’m a novelist, and my stockpile of drafts is almost gone.
If I don’t write, I’ll be hunted down.
I put on my silver-rimmed glasses and sit at the bar, tapping away.
Jiang Qin comes out too.
His tablet is covered in dense spreadsheets, and he’s also wearing silver-rimmed glasses on his nose.
“…Still up?”
I don’t want to talk to him, so I clack away at the keyboard: “Busy.”
“Busy with what?”
“Nothing much.”
Jiang Qin takes a sip of water.
He insists on chatting with me.
“If you’re not busy, how do you support the kid? You haven’t even taken a card.”
“…I took your mom’s card.”
“And you haven’t spent it.”
It’s not that I don’t spend, just that I don’t need that much money right now.
If something urgent comes up one day, I’ll spend it without hesitation.
Jiang Qin doesn’t come closer to look, but asks again: “Busy with what!”
I ignore him.
Jiang Qin laughs: “Heh, not going to say, huh?”
He opens his phone, switches to a broadcaster’s tone, and enunciates each word: “‘Superstar Shines, The CEO’s Spoiled Wife Is So Difficult’ ‘Chasing Love! The CEO’s Wife Who Escaped 99 Times’ ‘Into the Parenting Show, The Movie Queen Goes Wild Online’…”
My fingers freeze.
My face instantly flushes red.
tmd these are my embarrassing web novels!
“Jiang Qin!!”
Humiliated and angry, I bounce over to snatch his phone.
Jiang Qin’s eyes curve with laughter.
I don’t get the phone, and end up falling into his arms.
Jiang Qin takes the opportunity to wrap his arms tightly around my waist, holding me so I can’t move.
A faint scent of men’s cedar cologne stings my nose.
It’s not like… I haven’t missed this embrace.
He holds me.
His hot breath brushes behind my ear.
I glare up at him: “Let me go!”
Jiang Qin raises an eyebrow: “Don’t act cute.”
I’m furious: “Are you letting go or not!”
“Kiss me and I’ll let go.”
“Let go, let go!”
Jiang Qin is amused, his chest trembling with laughter.
“You’re too adorable.”
“I’m not letting go.”
I’m about to cry from anger: “How can you be like this!”
He used to coax me too.
But he always kept his distance.
Anyway, he was never this shameless.
“You write really well, what’s there to be shy about?”
Jiang Qin’s deep voice sounds.
“This one’s your best.
‘Those Years Related to You.'”
Hearing this relatively normal book title, I freeze, unmoving.
Jiang Qin softly asks:
“Is the prototype us?
If you say yes, I’ll tell you everything you want to know.”
The villa’s windows are open.
In midsummer, the wind brings the scent of flowers from the garden.
The fragrance tugs at my memories, and for a moment, I feel as if I’ve returned to many years ago.
