Accidentally Marked My Ex’s Crush, the Ice-Cold Goddess O - Chapter 47: Thought You Wouldn’t Take It Slow

Chapter 47: Thought You Wouldn’t Take It Slow

Jiang Ci kissed gently this time, not rushing in like before. Her left hand slipped through Dr. Gu’s arm, circling her slim waist, pulling her close, and hugging her entirely.

Their bodies pressed together, breaths intertwining.

After dinner at the restaurant, Jiang Ci used Dr. Gu’s Longjing tea mouthwash, rich and sweet.

As the kiss deepened, smoothness spread, blooming on their tongues, lingering in the intense air between them.

In the darkness, Jiang Ci couldn’t see Dr. Gu’s cold expression. Feeling bold, she tightened her long arm, fingers spreading to grip the other side of Dr. Gu’s waist, kissing deeply. Halfway through, she thought to lightly bite but, remembering something, quietly held back.

After the kiss, she lowered her head slightly, foreheads touching, noses brushing, lips pressed tight to control her breathing.

But the air around them remained hot and lingering.

Jiang Ci sank into the gentle, tender mood, her mind filled with the warmth of Dr. Gu’s lips, the soft touch of her tongue.

Before, her kisses were rushed, and she hadn’t noticed this.

Snap—

As Jiang Ci’s thoughts wandered, the bedroom light suddenly turned on, bright light flooding from above and around.

Jiang Ci lifted her head to look at Dr. Gu, quickly letting go of her waist, hands dropping to her sides, not daring to move.

Gu Feiran lowered her hand from the light switch, her thin lips red and lush from kissing, eyes moist, but her voice as cold as ever: “Before, you’d just bite. Thought you wouldn’t take it slow.”

Jiang Ci felt guilty. “Sorry.”

This time, she noticed she didn’t bite.

“It’s Monday. We’re not doing this.”

Gu Feiran turned and walked away, taking off her clothes as she entered the closet, grabbing pajamas to shower.

After showering, she started reading and writing a paper.

Jiang Ci showered second. Seeing Dr. Gu studying at the desk, she didn’t disturb her. She walked to the small mint-green fridge, bent down, and opened it, expecting food but finding only drinks.

Jiang Ci looked through it but didn’t want anything.

She turned, instinctively wanting to ask Dr. Gu if she wanted a drink, but seeing her focused on typing, she held back.

At eleven-thirty that night, Gu Feiran finished her last word, took off her glasses, and shut down the computer.

She got up and walked toward the bed, passing the person asleep on the sofa. She stopped, lifted her leg to nudge them, but the person suddenly rolled off, landing on her foot.

“Ah, my waist,” Jiang Ci woke up, crying out.

Gu Feiran looked at where she was holding and corrected her: “Not your waist, your ribs.”

Jiang Ci paused, then shouted again: “Ah, my ribs.”

Gu Feiran stepped back, pulled her foot free, walked around her to the bed, took off her slippers, got in, and turned off the light.

Once the light was off, the wails quieted instantly.

Jiang Ci’s face crumpled as she climbed off the floor, flopped back onto the sofa, yawned, and went back to sleep.

Soon, she was dreaming again.

The next morning, Jiang Ci planned to drop Dr. Gu at the hospital, then eat breakfast at the company. But Aunt Liu made breakfast for two, so she sat at the table to eat.

Despite visiting Dr. Gu’s place so many times, this was Jiang Ci’s first time eating there.

While eating, she kept glancing at Dr. Gu, then at Aunt Liu, her eyes darting around.

Gu Feiran sipped her milk, set it down, and couldn’t help saying: “Never seen it, or never eaten it? You keep looking.”

Jiang Ci’s mouth was stuffed with a huge bite of egg and ham sandwich, mumbling, “I… good… hmm… chew chew chew… taste…”

Gu Feiran glared at her.

Jiang Ci immediately behaved, grabbed her milk, gulped it down to swallow the sandwich, and said: “Never eaten this. Aunt Liu’s breakfast is so good, wow, especially the ham, egg, and toasted bread—amazing, heavenly.”

Gu Feiran: “…”

It was just an egg and ham sandwich. She said everything there was to say. The salad dressing, veggies, and meat floss were store-bought, nothing to praise.

Aunt Liu beamed at the compliment. “Miss Jiang likes it, that’s great.”

Jiang Ci nodded eagerly: “Hmm, love it, love it.”

Aunt Liu smiled even brighter.

Gu Feiran didn’t know if she was sincere or just being polite, so she lowered her head and took another bite of her sandwich.

After eating, they changed shoes and waited for the elevator.

Gu Feiran asked her: “You’ve never eaten a sandwich?”

Jiang Ci said: “I’ve eaten them.”

Knowing what Dr. Gu meant, Jiang Ci stepped closer, brushing her shoulder, and said: “Aunt Liu is your aunt, not mine. I’m just a guest. She usually only makes breakfast for you. Now she suddenly has to make two portions, which is double the work. After we leave, she has to clean up after two people. I don’t pay her, so I can only give her some emotional appreciation.”

Gu Feiran: “I pay her.”

Jiang Ci looked at her: “…Oh.”

She dropped Dr. Gu at the hospital, then headed to the company.

Just as Jiang Ci arrived, she got a WeChat message from Chen Wei, asking: Want to grab dinner tonight?

Jiang Ci remembered she was Aunt Liu’s daughter and shook her head. Why did the older generation’s drama have to affect her?

Jiang Ci replied: Working late, no time.

Chen Wei: Drafting?

Jiang Ci: No, just a lot of work lately.

Chen Wei: When are you free? I won’t pick a time. You choose, you’ll have time then.

Jiang Ci thought about it, typing with one hand: This Friday, seven p.m., I’ll book a restaurant.

Chen Wei: Cool, I’ll be there.

Jiang Ci put away her phone and started work in the office.

At lunch, while eating and reviewing files, Jiang Ci took a bite of garlic shrimp. Her phone rang with a voice alert: A Pheromone Matching Bureau reminds you, Miss Alpha Jiang Ci, please answer the call.

A Pheromone Matching Bureau?

Jiang Ci picked up: “Hello.”

The other side said: “Hello, Miss Alpha Jiang Ci. I’m from the A Pheromone Matching Bureau. This is a reminder: although you’ve registered marking an S-level omega, your contract isn’t a marriage fact. By law, you must register your marriage by next month’s twenty-second, or you’ll face a five-million penalty. Please be aware.”

Jiang Ci: “Okay, thank you.”

The other side: “You’re welcome. Have a pleasant life.”

After hanging up, Jiang Ci added up all her account balances—only five hundred twenty thousand.

Today was June thirtieth. Less than a month until next month’s twenty-second.

Borrowing over four million in twenty days wasn’t hard, but with Jiang Group at a critical point, borrowing rashly could spark rumors. People might think Jiang Group couldn’t even afford four million, hurting its reputation. So, she couldn’t borrow carelessly.

Asking Grandma for an advance…

No, that was tough too. And then there was Little Aunt and Dr. Gu… forget it.

Jiang Ci rubbed her temples, aching. Her eyes caught the black car keys by the mouse.

Selling assets seemed the only option. Clothes, jewelry, and some furniture could go, but not the house—it was in Grandma’s name. The only valuable thing she owned was her car.

She bought it three years ago for over two million, fully paid. Now, after three years and thousands of kilometers, could it sell for one million?

Headache.

Wednesday evening, Jiang Ci went to pick up Dr. Gu from work. An urgent task came up, so she handled it in the car before going in.

As Jiang Ci entered the lobby, her phone buzzed in her pocket. Someone messaged her. She pulled out her phone, checking it—it was from Little Aunt.

Little Aunt: Are you picking up Dr. Gu today?

Jiang Ci didn’t reply right away.

Little Aunt told her not to mess with Dr. Gu. Her gland situation was uncertain. If she got involved and couldn’t offer a future, what then?

Jiang Ci thought about it and wanted to cut things off with Dr. Gu for other reasons. But two nights ago, trying to end things led to running ten laps around Dr. Gu’s neighborhood lake, and now Dr. Gu gave her cold looks.

Dr. Gu wasn’t just betting on Jiang Ci’s future but her own too…

Jiang Ci’s chest grew heavy, her gaze darkening.

Why did Dr. Gu risk her own future to help her? Because Jiang Ci fully marked her? But that night by the lake, Dr. Gu said she wouldn’t hold on just because of the marking.

Lost in thought, Jiang Ci reached the elevator and typed back to Little Aunt: Here, already at the hospital, Little Aunt.

Jiang Lan sighed at the message. How could she advise on this?

Dr. Gu was both a doctor and an S-level omega, more useful than others. Xiao Ci was her dear niece, raised from childhood. She wanted the best for both.

Too conflicted, Jiang Lan told Xi Ting about it the night she returned.

Xi Ting’s view was to let the young ones decide.

Dr. Gu wasn’t clueless. She knew Xiao Ci’s situation yet chose to stay close, showing her feelings outweighed an uncertain future. They should have space to resolve it themselves. Young people had their own paths.

That made sense, but…

Jiang Lan replied to Xiao Ci: Come to my office first.

Jiang Ci: Okay.

Upstairs, Jiang Lan pulled her to a quiet spot, took a bank card from her pocket, and handed it over, saying: “This card has over two million. Next month’s twenty-second is your twenty-fifth birthday. Use it to pay the penalty.”

Jiang Ci: “Little Aunt…”

Jiang Lan said: “I don’t have that much money. Your grandma, when happy, only gives me a hundred or two hundred thousand. With my hospital salary, I couldn’t save this much. This is from Aunt Liu’s transfers over time. I planned to save it and return it if we ever split. But things are okay with Xi Ting now, so I’m lending it to you for this emergency.”

“I don’t want it,” Jiang Ci said.

Jiang Lan tsked, saying: “It’s not free. You’ll pay it back. I talked to Aunt Liu about lending it. She had no issue and even offered another two million to make five, but I refused. Between me and Aunt Liu, it’s tied to Jiang Group and the Fu family. We can’t owe them. I spend what I can on Aunt Liu, and she shouldn’t spend more on me. Feelings can be unclear, but money must be even.”

Jiang Ci clenched her fists. “Thank you, Little Aunt, and thank Aunt Liu, but I can’t borrow this.”

Jiang Lan: “Not listening, huh?”

Jiang Ci grabbed Little Aunt’s hand with the card, pushed it back into her pocket, and said: “Little Aunt, you said it yourself—it’s tied to Jiang Group and the Fu family. Borrowing means owing Aunt Liu and the Fu family. Later, people will say Jiang Group owes the Fu family.”

Jiang Lan knew this deep down. Anxiously, she said: “If you don’t borrow, what then? Jiang Group’s scattered, only Grandma, you, and I are left—old, weak, and young. I’m useless. If your late grandma hadn’t made Jiang Group reputable, known for kindness, and earned some pity in the business world, we’d have been crushed. The company’s finally improving. Can you ask someone for a loan? Or ask Grandma?”

Jiang Ci’s eyes reddened, her throat burning like a knife stabbed it. “Little Aunt, I’ll manage.”

Jiang Lan looked at her silently.

Jiang Ci: “Little Aunt, I’ll definitely manage.”

They stood there. At the corner, a white figure slowly lowered their eyes, paused, then turned and left.