There was no next move. The Chang Xing Marquis’s heir stood motionless, only his breathing gradually quickening.
To Jiang Si, this breathing sounded like thunder, though in reality, it wasn’t loud enough to wake someone in deep sleep.
The sound of Jiang Qiao’s steady, prolonged breathing beside her slightly reassured Jiang Si.
She couldn’t imagine how Jiang Qiao would react if she suddenly opened her eyes to find a man standing by the bed.
If such an accident were to occur, she would have no choice but to incapacitate the Chang Xing Marquis’s heir first.
Jiang Si didn’t want that situation to arise.
It was too easy to kill a person, but it would implicate them while staying at the Chang Xing Marquis’s mansion. What she wanted was for the Chang Xing Marquis’s heir to lose his reputation and status. Even if he were to die, it should be a death scorned by all.
Cao Xingyu stood for a long time, his eyes long adjusted to the darkness, almost greedily staring at the sleeping girl’s face.
He had waited for this day for far too long—so long that the people and things that used to excite him could no longer stir his impulses.
Cao Xingyu swallowed hard, clenching his fists to resist the urge to reach out and touch her.
His gaze shifted to Jiang Qiao.
If this troublesome girl wasn’t sleeping here, he might have been able to caress that face tonight.
Yes, they were sleeping so soundly; surely a light touch wouldn’t matter.
As this thought arose, Cao Xingyu’s eyes suddenly grew fervent. Even with her eyes closed, Jiang Si could feel those two burning gazes.
Jiang Si lightly tapped the gold bracelet on her wrist.
Cao Xingyu licked his lips and reached out his hand.
The tension only excited him more.
Suddenly, Jiang Qiao, sleeping on the outer side, turned over, mumbling something in her sleep.
Cao Xingyu withdrew his hand, the excitement in his eyes gradually obscured by a thick fog.
Now was not the time!
He would wait patiently until Jiang Si was married and perhaps even had children. It would be easier to make his move when she wouldn’t seek death over losing her purity as a young girl would.
Girls from noble families were so troublesome, unlike those from common families who could be quietly brought into the Marquis’s mansion if he fancied them.
Cao Xingyu irritably raised an eyebrow, cast one last lingering look at the girl’s exquisitely flawless face, and quietly retreated.
Jiang Si slowly opened her eyes, watching the slightly swaying door curtain with a cold gaze.
Since he was so impatient, she decided not to wait any longer. Tonight, she would investigate the garden.
Just then, the supposedly sleeping Jiang Qiao suddenly sat up.