Chapter 325: Jiang Lai Is the Most Potent Drug to Him

Jiang Lai does not lack understanding of men and women, nor does she lack understanding of marital duties.

When she married Shen Xun, she specifically read relevant articles to avoid mishaps in fulfilling marital duties due to ignorance that could displease either side.

But when she was mentally prepared, Shen Xun did not become intimate with her.

She has indeed had doubts and has even researched similar cases.

There are more than a dozen real news reports, traceable in the media, about couples sleeping apart; most focus on the male partner's concealed physiological issues, psychological resistance, and cold violence, among other factors.

During those years Shen Xun was in his ascendant phase and extremely busy, so regarding his failure to fulfill marital duties, she assumed it was due to partial physiological impairment and overwork.

After all, long‑term cases of sleeping apart do exist; it was just that this low‑probability event happened to her.

It wasn't until three months ago that she learned it was neither physiological impairment nor overwork, but a psychological inability to accept, in order to preserve his fidelity to love.

Seeing Shen Xun able to kiss Lin Shutong at any moment, and even to father a child after drinking, makes it clear that desire is inseparable from physiology.

Especially now, Ke Zhongyu's own actions prove this point.

She herself reacts merely to being kissed, which also confirms it.

Jiang Lai relaxes her body, and her breathing becomes hot and rapid.

After being kissed, her face reddens like a branding iron.

Ke Zhongyu, like a wolf that has caught its prey, clamps his lips onto the tender flesh of her nape and gives a gentle bite.

The more he restrains himself, the heavier his breathing becomes.

The more he restrains, the more the muscles in his arms harden, lifting Jiang Lai entirely into his embrace.

Their interlaced breaths and heartbeats sound equally loud, like drums.

"Ke Zhongyu, you're still convalescing," Jiang Lai swallows a mouthful of saliva; her dry, hoarse throat does not improve.

Ke Zhongyu feels quite fine; the injuries on his body are actually a fuss made by everyone.

But he still hits the emergency brake.

He knows this is too fast for Jiang Lai.

Even though Jiang Lai has been married, they have only been together for two days; being able to hold a kiss already is rapid progress.

Ke Zhongyu puts Jiang Lai down.

Jiang Lai's first reaction is to look at his hand, pulling his hand to check for any seepage of blood or the like.

Even though the heat on her body hasn't dissipated, her face is still red, her lips swollen from his kiss, she still seriously inspects his wound; Ke Zhongyu can hardly stand Jiang Lai's simultaneously cold and lustful demeanor, and he grasps her hand with his other hand.

"It's fine, let's go out."

If he doesn't go out soon, he'll truly become a beast.

He pulls Jiang Lai out of the room, leaving the cramped space; only then do the two truly calm down a bit.

"Wait for me at the restaurant first," Ke Zhongyu stops, looking at Jiang Lai's flushed cheeks.

"And you?" Jiang Lai lifts her gaze; having just been kissed to the point of forgetting to breathe, her eyes shimmer with watery light, and under the bright lamps her pupils ripple like sparkling waves.

Ke Zhongyu finally manages to calm down a bit, but the flag he was about to lower rises again.

……

To him, Jiang Lai is the world's most intense spring aphrodisiac.

From the moment he first saw her, he knew this clearly.

Ke Zhongyu slowly looks down amid Jiang Lai's slightly puzzled gaze.

Jiang Lai's own sight naturally follows.

The bulge hasn't disappeared.

She sees.

Feeling and seeing are two different things; Jiang Lai's face flares red again, and without a word she turns and goes downstairs.

Ke Zhongyu lets out a light sigh, almost laughing.

He's twenty‑eight or twenty‑nine, not a foolish seventeen‑ or eighteen‑year‑old; these years he's controlled himself well, yet whenever Jiang Lai appears he goes out of control.

Jiang Lai goes downstairs and meets Aunt Mo carrying restorative soup.

Aunt Mo was about to open her mouth to call her "Miss Jiang", but after uttering a single word she noticed her face was reddening to the point of bleeding, so she immediately pressed her lips together and stayed silent, waiting for Miss Jiang to sit alone in the restaurant for two or three minutes to calm down before she brings the soup over.

Just from a single flush, Aunt Mo already begins to wonder what the couple's child will be named, and whether she will soon be caring for the Ke family's third generation.

After all, the employer pays generously, is easy to get along with, and respects people; besides giving her benefits, her family also receives employment and education benefits for their daughters.

Being able to continue caring for the Ke family's third generation makes her life feel quite fulfilling.

After Jiang Lai disappears from view, Ke Zhongyu gradually calms down; descending, he happens to see Aunt Mo carrying soup, his mind wandering elsewhere.

"Aunt Mo."

"Young Master." Aunt Mo regains composure, "Doctor Chi said you must avoid strenuous activity and still respect the medical advice."

Ke Zhongyu clears his throat lightly: "Hmm."

He arrives at the restaurant.

Jiang Lai sits at the side, so he doesn't go to his usual main seat; he pulls the chair beside Jiang Lai and sits down.

As the man sits, familiar heat envelops her; Jiang Lai's body stiffens slightly, and she drinks water repeatedly.

Ke Zhongyu takes the water cup from her hand, looks at the restorative soup on the table, scoops half a bowl and places it before Jiang Lai.

"Drink this."

Jiang Lai doesn't dare look directly at Ke Zhongyu; she can only glance with her peripheral vision at his cold, sharp, angular features, his mouth corners slightly upturned, making him seem less unapproachable.

While they are eating, Chi Ce arrives.

He is surprised it's already eight o'clock and the two have only just started dinner.

He won't join them for dinner; he's here to change General Ke's bandages.

After they finish eating, Chi Ce's eyes flick, and he asks Jiang Lai, "Do you want to try how to change his bandages?"

Mo Yi understood instantly—right, this kind of moment was usually the perfect time for the male and female leads' relationship to heat up!

Both of them were harboring their own little calculations.

Ke Zhongyu saw through it with a single glance and said in a low voice to Chi Ce, "Taking money but not doing the work? The job is yours—don't pass the buck."

Chi Ce received a warning.

Mo Yi had another realization—oh right, her Young Master was a bit different.

If you really thought about it, Mr. Ke and Ms. Nian were the typical novel male and female leads, and the Young Master was actually the child of the novel's male and female leads; the formula she usually read was indeed outdated, and she couldn't keep applying it to the Young Master.

Mo Yi left.

In those few short seconds, Jiang Lai had no idea what kind of psychological warfare everyone had just waged in their own minds; she stood quietly beside Ke Zhongyu and watched seriously as Chi Ce changed the dressing on Ke Zhongyu's hand.

Ke Zhongyu, worried that she had taken Chi Ce's words to heart, spoke up: "Learning bandaging skills is fine, but changing my dressing should be Chi Ce's job."

Chi Ce nodded repeatedly.

The heating had been on in the room the whole time, and everyone was dressed lightly; only Chi Ce wore a thick turtleneck sweater, and combined with the fact that a man's body temperature was naturally on the high side, Chi Ce's forehead had already begun to bead with sweat—Jiang Lai noticed, but though curious, she didn't ask.

Mo Yi, coming over with the after-dinner fruit, was different, and asked with concern, "Doctor Chi, aren't you hot?"

Chi Ce was quite hot, but he could only say he wasn't.

The turtleneck sweater absolutely could not come off.

"All done." Chi Ce stood up; the phone on the coffee table vibrated, and the screen lit up.

Fu Youqing had transferred ten thousand yuan to him.

Accompanied by a message: 【Nice work.】

Everyone standing saw it.

Chi Ce: "…"