Chapter 160: Give Me Some Time

Seeing how arrogant he was, the people around him stepped back slightly. Some were intimidated by him, while others simply wanted nothing to do with such a punk.

Jiang Hao did not waste any words. He reached out and grabbed the young man by the wrist.

Applying just a sliver of force, Jiang Hao caused the young man's expression to change instantly, as if he were wearing a mask of pure agony!

"I said you cut the line, so you cut the line. Understand?" Jiang Hao asked, lowering his voice.

Though a smile remained on his face, the words squeezed through his teeth were razor-sharp.

The young man was in excruciating pain, his face contorted into a grimace that clearly showed he was suffering immensely. The piercing pain shooting from his hand felt as though his bones were being crushed.

In reality, however, this was merely a sensation; he was not actually injured at all.

Having inherited the legacy of the Flame Emperor, cultivating for such a long time, and mastering medical arts, Jiang Hao had long since perfected the technique of inflicting the utmost misery on someone without causing them any actual physical harm.

Therefore, the punk was completely uninjured, yet the stabbing pain was entirely real.

Not daring to let out even a whimper, he nodded repeatedly to indicate that he understood.

Only then did Jiang Hao release his grip. Clutching his shopping bag, the punk scurried off immediately to the very back of the line.

Jiang Hao’s action drew the attention of those nearby.

Everyone around him cast looks of shock and admiration in his direction. Two young women even blushed slightly, gazing at him with bashful expressions, as if they wanted to strike up a conversation but lacked the courage.

"Well done," Su Qingli praised with a radiant smile.

"Hehe." Jiang Hao chuckled, then took Su Qingli by the hand and led her to the checkout counter.

After paying for their groceries, the two left the supermarket, returned to the villa in the eastern suburbs, and set about cooking together in the kitchen.

The clinking of pots and pans intertwined with the roaring sound of the gas stove flames, creating a cheerful serenade brimming with the warmth of everyday life.

Half an hour later, a table full of sumptuous dishes was laid out before Jiang Hao and Su Qingli.

Jiang Hao’s cooking skills were by no means subpar, for back when he used to live with Su Qingli at the homes of Su Bingming and Zhang Liping, he was always the one who prepared the meals.

Even if he hadn't been skilled at cooking in the beginning, after so much time, he had long since honed a rather impressive culinary repertoire.

"It's been so long since I last ate food cooked by you." Su Qingli sat down at the table, looking at the aromatic dishes with a touch of nostalgia.

"Then hurry up and taste it." Jiang Hao urged with a smile, picking up a piece of preserved vegetable braised pork and placing it in Su Qingli's bowl.

Su Qingli popped the piece of pork into her mouth, and instantly her eyes curved into crescent moons while a deep blush spread across her cheeks.

"Delicious?" Jiang Hao asked, highly pleased.

Although Su Qingli had not yet answered, he already knew the response, as her look of absolute enjoyment spoke volumes.

"Delicious. The flavor is fantastic. I'm even starting to consider whether I should hire you as the head chef in my shop," Su Qingli teased playfully.

Jiang Hao found it quite amusing and replied, "A head chef is out of the question, but since you like it, I'll cook for you every day from now on."

Hearing this, Su Qingli felt a wave of warmth flood her heart.

After finishing dinner, Jiang Hao eagerly hurried to the bedroom.

Listening to the sound of splashing water coming from the bathroom on the same floor, his heart began to itch with anticipation.

Before long, Su Qingli would be coming to the bedroom. What should he do when that time came? Should he take things a step further, strip her bare, and make her entirely his?

Yet, being in such a rush—would it leave her dissatisfied?

Jiang Hao hesitated inwardly. Just then, the splashing water in the bathroom finally stopped, followed by the sound of the door opening.

Su Qingli had arrived, wrapped in a white bathrobe with her hair damp.

She picked up a hair dryer and spent a good long while drying her locks before climbing onto the bed and lying down beside Jiang Hao.

"Turn off the lights and go to sleep." Su Qingli pulled the blanket up to cover herself as she spoke.

Jiang Hao nodded and switched off the bedroom lights, plunging the spacious room into sudden darkness.

Listening to Su Qingli’s steady breathing, Jiang Hao felt his heart stir and his body gradually grow hot.

He was a normal, healthy man; how could he not feel a surge of desire with a beautiful woman lying in his arms?

If any man in this situation felt nothing at all and harbored no impulses whatsoever, he would either have a physical defect or a psychological disorder and would urgently need to see a doctor.

"Wife..." Jiang Hao murmured suddenly.

Hearing those two words, coupled with Jiang Hao’s warm breath brushing against her neck, Su Qingli shuddered as if struck by lightning.

She seemed to be feeling that sort of sensation herself now, her voice sounding slightly strained.

"What... what do you want..." Su Qingli asked with a hint of panic.

"What do you think I want?"

As he spoke, Jiang Hao pulled Su Qingli into his embrace and slipped his hand underneath her clothes.

Feeling Jiang Hao’s hand wandering across her body, Su Qingli’s heart began to beat wildly. A strange, unfamiliar sensation blossomed in her chest, making her feel intensely ticklish inside.

"Don't... Jiang Hao, I'm not ready yet," Su Qingli said hurriedly, her voice tinged with even more alarm.

"It's been this long and you're still not ready? Exactly how much longer are you going to need?" Jiang Hao asked.

Su Qingli felt a mixture of intense embarrassment and mild vexation.

She had known that if she came to stay with Jiang Hao and lived with him under the same roof, he would inevitably harbor such thoughts.

Yet she didn't hate it; it was just that—how should she put it?—she was somewhat worried.

Jiang Hao was treating her wonderfully right now. If she truly gave herself to him and let him possess her body, would he continue to treat her just as well afterward?

It was precisely because of these lingering doubts that Su Qingli could not bring herself to make up her mind.

And yet, right at this moment, beneath Jiang Hao's caresses, her body was gradually beginning to respond.

"Give me a little more time, okay? Let me prepare myself a bit more," Su Qingli pleaded, her voice trembling slightly.

With a helpless sigh, Jiang Hao said, "Alright then... I won't go all the way, I'll just touch you."

Hearing this, Su Qingli offered no further objections.

Meanwhile, Jiang Hao's hands continued to knead and stroke various parts of Su Qingli's body, driving her to a state of exquisite torment, making it feel as though a nest of ants was crawling back and forth across her heart.

Unable to bear it any longer, she grabbed Jiang Hao's hand and held it tightly in her own, finally putting a stop to his mischief.

Before she knew it, Su Qingli drifted off to sleep.

Gazing at Su Qingli's slumbering face, Jiang Hao planted a heavy kiss on her cheek and then closed his eyes to rest.

At that very same moment, in the Yang family villa.

Yang Yunhua was currently seated in an armchair in the living room, endlessly rolling a pair of tri-cornered walnuts in his hands.