The Marriage Harbor CH22
Chapter 22: She Still Doesn't Quite Understand This Man...
The heat of his breath pressed in as his soft, warm lips covered hers. He wasn't in a rush to conquer, instead, he tasted her with a slow, rhythmic friction that was far more intoxicating than a sudden surge. Jiang Bin’s fingers, pressed against the kitchen island, curled instinctively. His refined features were inches away, and she lowered her gaze, afraid that eye contact would betray her mounting nerves.
She was not one to retreat. Adjusting her position, she tilted her chin upward to meet him.
As she moved, a stray lock of dark hair brushed against his jaw and nose, sparking a flicker of itchiness. Tang Zhisong’s pupils darkened instantly. The strength in his arms tightened, pulling her body flush against his. His other hand reached up to sweep her dark tresses aside, exposing her pale, porcelain face. In that same moment, the friction of his lips deepened into a lingering, rhythmic pull.
He was incredibly patient. Much like the man himself, everything he did had a sense of order, gentle yet inherently aggressive. It was the kind of aggression found in water held behind a dam. Though it seemed calm and steady, it carried an unspoken threat, as if at any second it could burst through with unstoppable force.
In these matters, women often find themselves at a disadvantage. Shivering from the intensity of the kiss, Jiang Bin’s arms began to lose their strength. She reached out to grip his clothes, eventually climbing her way up his broad back. Sensing her embrace, Tang Zhisong exerted force with his palms, lifting her onto the kitchen island. With the height difference closed, they found a more comfortable, intimate position.
He coaxed her teeth apart, his tongue sliding in to explore. This time, there was no hesitation and no room for her to react. He swept through her senses with a calculated, progressive rhythm, claiming every drop of sweetness. Jiang Bin’s breathing grew labored. Her spine went rigid, and her slender arms wound tightly around his neck, leaving no space between them. Their bodies quickly heated up, their hormones clashing and fermenting. His usually clean, crisp aura was now stained with desire, making his presence feel even more impactful.
His burning breath moved from her lips to her ear, then down to her neck. Jiang Bin clung to him, taking a deep breath as the tremors in her body became almost impossible to suppress. Her exhales were weak and airy, her voice softening. It felt as though this man’s tall, upright frame possessed an infinite charm, making her desperate to press more closer than they already are.
The river breeze drifted in through the window, and the lights seemed to dim into a hazy amber glow. On the kitchen island, their two silhouettes intertwined, moving as if providing a private accompaniment to the elegant wind.
Everything was perfect.
Until the abrupt jarring of a ringtone.
At first, they didn't stop. But the persistent ringing pierced through the atmosphere. By the fifth ring, Tang Zhisong finally pulled back, confirming it was his phone.
Jiang Bin’s chaotic thoughts came to a sudden halt. As the breeze brushed over the hazy desire in her eyes, her mind cleared, followed immediately by a sharp pang of regret and frustration. To have finally reached this level of understanding only to be interrupted was a massive mood killer. Her pale arms remained looped around his neck, reluctant to let go but knowing she had to.
At that moment, the grip on her waist tightened. The man’s powerful arm locked her back into place, refusing to let her move. He answered the phone on speakers, and she heard his voice from right behind her ear. Cold, sharp, and bordering on violent:
"Speak!"
Jiang Bin took a deep breath and allowed him to hold her, burying her face in the crook of his neck without a word.
Tang Zhisong maintained his tight embrace, his dark eyes staring into the void ahead. His usual "gentle" mask was gone. He suppressed his heavy breathing as best he could, his cold, sharp jawline resting against the top of her head. He listened with detached indifference to the report from his R&D Director.
"President Tang, the testing system has malfunctioned. We’ve checked the program settings and the code... everything looks fine, but..."
The voice from the phone echoed clearly through the living room.
Jiang Bin listened intently, wondering if a glitch at this level was considered a major crisis. However, the man beside her reacted with total ease. He methodically pointed out potential loopholes and gave his staff a clear direction. While he spoke, his long, jade-like fingers toyed with her damp hair, tucking it behind her ear. His rough fingertip brushed over her flushed earlobe as he pulled her even tighter, showing no intention of letting go.
In this moment, Jiang Bin realized she still doesn't quite understand this man.
If it were her, she would have offered a regretful apology to her partner and returned to her computer to handle the work. She had assumed Zhisong would be the same. His reaction was entirely unexpected.
His magnetic voice hummed against her ear. He had a beautiful voice with a distinct cadence even when professional jargon fell from his lips, it carried a unique, alluring flavor. A man like this was not someone just anyone could handle.
If she had previously viewed tonight as a hurdle that must be cleared, just a marital duty to be fulfilled but now she was beginning to feel a genuine sense of anticipation.
Yet, she remained steady, pursing her lips and keeping as silent as possible. She acted as though she wasn't even there, as if she wasn't currently melting in his arms. But as they pressed together, the heat of their skin through their clothes didn't fade. Instead, the secret friction of their movements brought an unparalleled sense of pleasure.
The call wasn't short, and the issue didn't sound simple. Yet he remained composed and in control. Amidst the chaos of the crisis, he took the time to smooth out her messy hair, half-closing his eyes as he inhaled her scent. His Adam's apple bobbed rhythmically. A subtle, effortless display of sensuality. If anything betrayed him, it was the dark, turbulent impatience swirling in his black pupils under the amber light.
Finally, it was over.
Jiang Bin heard him exhale a long, heavy breath. Resting against his shoulder, she whispered, "Aren't you going to handle it?"
Tang Zhisong tossed the phone aside. His handsome face was almost cold and heartless in its resolve. He was not a man who allowed himself to be swayed by external forces. Nothing and no one could shake him, and today was no exception.
"Why do I employ so many people if I have to step in for every little thing?"
Leaving it at that, he leaned down and swept her up into his arms, striding toward the master bedroom.
Translation Notes:
The heat of his breath pressed in as his soft, warm lips covered hers. He wasn't in a rush to conquer, instead, he tasted her with a slow, rhythmic friction that was far more intoxicating than a sudden surge. Jiang Bin’s fingers, pressed against the kitchen island, curled instinctively. His refined features were inches away, and she lowered her gaze, afraid that eye contact would betray her mounting nerves.
She was not one to retreat. Adjusting her position, she tilted her chin upward to meet him.
As she moved, a stray lock of dark hair brushed against his jaw and nose, sparking a flicker of itchiness. Tang Zhisong’s pupils darkened instantly. The strength in his arms tightened, pulling her body flush against his. His other hand reached up to sweep her dark tresses aside, exposing her pale, porcelain face. In that same moment, the friction of his lips deepened into a lingering, rhythmic pull.
He was incredibly patient. Much like the man himself, everything he did had a sense of order, gentle yet inherently aggressive. It was the kind of aggression found in water held behind a dam. Though it seemed calm and steady, it carried an unspoken threat, as if at any second it could burst through with unstoppable force.
In these matters, women often find themselves at a disadvantage. Shivering from the intensity of the kiss, Jiang Bin’s arms began to lose their strength. She reached out to grip his clothes, eventually climbing her way up his broad back. Sensing her embrace, Tang Zhisong exerted force with his palms, lifting her onto the kitchen island. With the height difference closed, they found a more comfortable, intimate position.
He coaxed her teeth apart, his tongue sliding in to explore. This time, there was no hesitation and no room for her to react. He swept through her senses with a calculated, progressive rhythm, claiming every drop of sweetness. Jiang Bin’s breathing grew labored. Her spine went rigid, and her slender arms wound tightly around his neck, leaving no space between them. Their bodies quickly heated up, their hormones clashing and fermenting. His usually clean, crisp aura was now stained with desire, making his presence feel even more impactful.
His burning breath moved from her lips to her ear, then down to her neck. Jiang Bin clung to him, taking a deep breath as the tremors in her body became almost impossible to suppress. Her exhales were weak and airy, her voice softening. It felt as though this man’s tall, upright frame possessed an infinite charm, making her desperate to press more closer than they already are.
The river breeze drifted in through the window, and the lights seemed to dim into a hazy amber glow. On the kitchen island, their two silhouettes intertwined, moving as if providing a private accompaniment to the elegant wind.
Everything was perfect.
Until the abrupt jarring of a ringtone.
At first, they didn't stop. But the persistent ringing pierced through the atmosphere. By the fifth ring, Tang Zhisong finally pulled back, confirming it was his phone.
Jiang Bin’s chaotic thoughts came to a sudden halt. As the breeze brushed over the hazy desire in her eyes, her mind cleared, followed immediately by a sharp pang of regret and frustration. To have finally reached this level of understanding only to be interrupted was a massive mood killer. Her pale arms remained looped around his neck, reluctant to let go but knowing she had to.
At that moment, the grip on her waist tightened. The man’s powerful arm locked her back into place, refusing to let her move. He answered the phone on speakers, and she heard his voice from right behind her ear. Cold, sharp, and bordering on violent:
"Speak!"
Jiang Bin took a deep breath and allowed him to hold her, burying her face in the crook of his neck without a word.
Tang Zhisong maintained his tight embrace, his dark eyes staring into the void ahead. His usual "gentle" mask was gone. He suppressed his heavy breathing as best he could, his cold, sharp jawline resting against the top of her head. He listened with detached indifference to the report from his R&D Director.
"President Tang, the testing system has malfunctioned. We’ve checked the program settings and the code... everything looks fine, but..."
The voice from the phone echoed clearly through the living room.
Jiang Bin listened intently, wondering if a glitch at this level was considered a major crisis. However, the man beside her reacted with total ease. He methodically pointed out potential loopholes and gave his staff a clear direction. While he spoke, his long, jade-like fingers toyed with her damp hair, tucking it behind her ear. His rough fingertip brushed over her flushed earlobe as he pulled her even tighter, showing no intention of letting go.
In this moment, Jiang Bin realized she still doesn't quite understand this man.
If it were her, she would have offered a regretful apology to her partner and returned to her computer to handle the work. She had assumed Zhisong would be the same. His reaction was entirely unexpected.
His magnetic voice hummed against her ear. He had a beautiful voice with a distinct cadence even when professional jargon fell from his lips, it carried a unique, alluring flavor. A man like this was not someone just anyone could handle.
If she had previously viewed tonight as a hurdle that must be cleared, just a marital duty to be fulfilled but now she was beginning to feel a genuine sense of anticipation.
Yet, she remained steady, pursing her lips and keeping as silent as possible. She acted as though she wasn't even there, as if she wasn't currently melting in his arms. But as they pressed together, the heat of their skin through their clothes didn't fade. Instead, the secret friction of their movements brought an unparalleled sense of pleasure.
The call wasn't short, and the issue didn't sound simple. Yet he remained composed and in control. Amidst the chaos of the crisis, he took the time to smooth out her messy hair, half-closing his eyes as he inhaled her scent. His Adam's apple bobbed rhythmically. A subtle, effortless display of sensuality. If anything betrayed him, it was the dark, turbulent impatience swirling in his black pupils under the amber light.
Finally, it was over.
Jiang Bin heard him exhale a long, heavy breath. Resting against his shoulder, she whispered, "Aren't you going to handle it?"
Tang Zhisong tossed the phone aside. His handsome face was almost cold and heartless in its resolve. He was not a man who allowed himself to be swayed by external forces. Nothing and no one could shake him, and today was no exception.
"Why do I employ so many people if I have to step in for every little thing?"
Leaving it at that, he leaned down and swept her up into his arms, striding toward the master bedroom.
Translation Notes:
- "R&D": Research & Development. An R&D meeting is a structured gathering focused on creating new knowledge, products, services, or technologies, or improving existing ones. These meetings are central to a company's innovation strategy, aiming to keep the business competitive by solving technical or scientific uncertainties.
(Hehe their actual 'first night' is coming up next! Thanks for reading!)
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