Chapter 88 Chapter 88 I'm Not Interested in Seeing You Lu Guan

Xin Tong has lived her life surrounded by thousands of flowers without getting a single leaf on her.

But she had never seen such a scene.

——After all, she didn't have a habit of looking at men's deer.

She had no idea that someone would call her name while taking a shower at home.

Xin Tong inserted her fingers into her hair, ruffling it into a mess, trying hard to find an explanation.

How should I put it, this is what virgins are like.

There were few women in his life. Only she, reckless and unrestrained, did what she pleased, unfazed by his coldness. When others wouldn't even dare approach Jiang Chongyan, she had already, with such audacity, defiled his upper body on their first meeting, and finally kicked him into the swimming pool.

She broke into his life with such shamelessness and impoliteness. That's why she became the only opposite sex in his life.

He had never seen a woman. He had never been in love with a woman. He had no place to express his desires.

...I can’t continue.

Xin Tong leaned back with a pale face and looked at the ceiling of the car.

Everything was like a huge bubble that was popped with a "bang".

Jiang Chongyan is not a casual person.

He is serious.

She was deeply aware of this.

Xin Tong saw her weed-like wig in the rearview mirror, and the confusion on her face magnified countless times.

*

Jiang Chongyan walked out of the bathroom covered in steam.

Two fat dogs sat in a row in front of him, looking at him and barking at him.

He took a look.

"It's not time for dinner yet."

Water droplets dripped from the ends of his hair and disappeared into the depths of his neck. He had an appointment and walked to the closet to carefully select clothes, picking out a black and a white one.

Glancing at the bright red nail polish on her nails, she thought of something and took off several more pieces, putting them on herself one by one and looking at them in the mirror.

The two dogs came running over and continued barking at his feet.

He paused.

"What's up?"

Sprite tried to get into his closet, but he slapped her on the head. Coke bit his trouser leg and scurried out of his room.

Jiang Chongyan followed Kele out to the living room, only to find that the door was ajar.

Coke: "Woof woof."

"Has anyone been in here?" Jiang Chongyan frowned. The security in the upscale residential complex was very good, and there was no way anyone could have gotten in.

Looking again, the door lock was intact and there was no sign of it being moved.

A flash of white light suddenly flashed through his mind. He had only told one person the password to this door.

Jiang Chongyan clenched his fingers, "...Is it her?"

Coke whimpered.

Jiang Chongyan stood there stiffly. Suddenly, he thought of something, turned around, strode into the bedroom, and grabbed the phone on the table.

There's a new message. From the only person who pinned it.

Just these few words, clearly visible.

"He's going home to grab the family property. Don't worry."

Jiang Chongyan's pupils suddenly constricted.

He had known she was trying to seize the family fortune. What did it mean to say this now? "Don't miss me," what did "Don't miss me" mean? In TV dramas, these were words spoken at farewell.

He read this sentence over and over again, countless hidden meanings flashing through his mind.

"What's the meaning."

My fingers typed on the screen. Just as I typed four words and sent it out, a big red exclamation mark suddenly exploded in front of me.

"She has turned on friend verification, and you are not her friend yet."

Jiang Chongyan's head buzzed.

*

Xin Tong is cleaning things in the attic.

Coke and Sprite particularly liked the small attic above her studio. She was too lazy to move and rarely went upstairs. All her work and life were on the first floor. Only her two dogs would grunt and climb up to the small attic and run around like crazy.

There is an automatic feeder in the attic, as well as a large sniffing mat with various dog toys placed on it, almost like a small garden.

No one comes now.

The dog certainly won't come either.

There was a lot of dog food and other dog snacks left, which were more likely to go bad in the summer. Xin Tong rolled up her sleeves, took a large cardboard box, and cleared out all the dog food and snacks.

Then, carry the box down the stairs.

The staircase was long. Made of wood, with layers of planks and a hollow space in between. It was beautiful, but gaudy and impractical. If you weren't careful, you could easily fall down.

The setting sun in Wucheng shone onto the white wall beside the stairs, casting mottled, dancing shadows. A breeze blew through the window, gently swaying the shade of the trees. Her shadow, shrouded in mist, clung to the wall, like a casually drawn sand painting.

The eldest daughter had never done this kind of physical work before, and every move she made revealed her clumsiness and delicateness. She had just walked down one step carefully when her forehead began to sweat and her face turned red.

The box was too big, blocking part of her vision. She struggled to move the box to the right side of her body, tilted her head and looked down at the road, and the next second, she bumped into a pair of dark eyes.

Jiang Chongyan stood at the bottom of the stairs.

The setting sun shone on the sharp, gaunt left side of his face. Half of his golden hair was rendered almost transparent by the sunlight, and a small, heavy shadow fell on his Adam's apple. His shirt was unbuttoned, and the warm light was cut off by his collarbone, illuminating only the left side of his firm chest.

He put his hands in his pockets, tilted his head slightly, and looked at her.

The pupils were black, transparent, and unblinking, like the obsidian left behind after volcanic lava cooled.

When their eyes met, there was silence.

Xin Tong's eyelashes trembled a few times, she lowered her eyes, and her hands holding the cardboard box suddenly tightened.

There was often silence between the two of them.

But this time, he was the first to speak.

"You've been to my house."

"Yes or no."

A firm tone.

Xin Tong turned her head away and didn't want to answer.

"...You heard it, didn't you?"

Xin Tong suppressed her heartbeat.

Shift your gaze. Look at the wall on the left.

"Why don't you speak?"

Xin Tong exploded, "What do you want me to say? I'm not interested in you masturbating!"

"Who asked you to come here? Didn't I tell you not to come to the studio to see me for a month?"

"I've deleted you. In this modern world, you should understand what it means to delete WeChat. Don't contact me anymore."

Xin Tong quickened her pace, each step making a loud "dong dong" sound. The contents of the large cardboard box swayed from side to side with her movements, making a dull sound.

Every step down brings you closer to him.

Xin Tong held her head high and wanted to walk past him in a casual manner, but the wooden stairs were too ugly and difficult to use. When she walked to his side, she accidentally stepped on empty air. Before she could scream, a strong hand helped her stand firmly.

He slammed the box in his hand down.

The ground was covered with dog food, in big and small bags, scattered all over the ground, making jingling sounds.

Being held by him, Xin Tong wanted to push him away. He did not move, but pressed his arms tighter. He looked down at the mess on the ground and instantly understood something.

Xin Tong could smell his breath, and before her was his tall, hot body. His shirt was unbuttoned, revealing his chest and everything else below.

How despicable.

Xin Tong finished reading it carefully, then turned her head away stubbornly, refusing to be seduced. She twisted like a doughnut in his arms, "Let go!"

Jiang Chongyan hit her wrist hard and stared into her eyes.

"Who do you think I am? Why do you think I can believe such a shabby lie like yours?"

"When something goes wrong, you just push me away and keep me away. Am I really that untrustworthy and unreliable? Am I not even a friend in your eyes?"

...Somewhere in Xin Tong's heart suddenly collapsed.

She already felt her nose getting sore, and something seemed to be falling into her eyes.

Their figures were outlined by the setting sun, reflected against the white wall. Outside the window, a crimson glow filled the sky, dyeing it a brilliant golden hue. The dense, verdant leaves rustled, swaying and swaying, causing the shadows on their faces to sway slightly. Xin Tong stared at the entangled shadows on the white wall, slightly lost in thought. It didn't resemble the love-hate relationship of a twenty-two-year-old, but rather the naive, immature days of a teenager: uniforms, laundry detergent, classrooms, corridors. So pure, it felt like the only person in the world.

Xin Tong choked. She couldn't speak, and the thought of speaking made her want to cry. She didn't know what to say, as if he had rendered her speechless, unable to defend herself.

It's all this man's fault.

If she couldn't say it, she would do what she was best at. The next second, Xin Tong gritted her teeth and pinched Jiang Chongyan's chest hard.

Then, with the man's frown and hissing caught off guard, he was pushed out of the studio door.

*

As she said, Jiang Chongyan never came again.

The two people lost WeChat, lost contact, and never saw each other again.

When a wall falls, everyone pushes it down. Something's happened, and many people I used to be close to have lost touch with me. A few months ago, when the spring and summer hits were so glorious, now it's suddenly fallen. Depression, decadence, scandals everywhere, even the company is uncertain about its fate.

The uproar was widespread, and everyone in Wucheng knew about it. The only person who came to find Xin Tong at this time was Boss Li from Peach Mark.

Xin Tong's hair was disheveled after sleeping. She went downstairs in her slippers to throw away the trash, and in the blink of an eye she saw Boss Li waiting for her downstairs.

As a well-connected businessman, he was better informed than anyone else and naturally knew Xin Tong's current situation.

It was obvious that a big part of the reason why Xin Tong was scolded was that she often went to the club to have fun, but she still called her baby in a coquettish voice and told him to come and have a rest if he was in a bad mood.

Xin Tong didn't say anything. After throwing away the garbage, she was pulled into the car.

Still in the top suite, the air was filled with the delicate fragrance of lilies. The most expensive wine was on the table, and the light overhead was as soft as flowing water.

Miss Xin Tong was in a bad mood, so Boss Li had specially found a few clean men and told them to treat them well. Three young men, all of the same youthful, pretty boy style that Xin Tong had once favored, lined up in a row, dancing in tight black suits.

Xin Tong leaned on the sofa.

She was in a bad mood and dressed casually, wearing a T-shirt and denim shorts. Her legs were casually crossed, and her raised toes slightly hooked the edge of her shoes. Her face was tired and expressionless.

Her long black hair spread out like seaweed on the sofa pillows, and a deep blue light shone from above, illuminating her decadent face. There was a kind of captivating, decadent beauty.

The three boys were all young, around 20 years old, with fresh faces. Knowing that this was a big client, they tried their best to please him.

Xin Tong didn't say anything, nor did he look at these people. He just lowered his head to pour the wine and drank it one cup after another.

A pretty boy, a virgin, wearing a tight black suit, dancing, drinking. This was her favorite thing to do. Boss Li gave her the best, authentic service—but unfortunately, she wasn't in the mood for it.

The aroma of wine grew heavier in the air. The colorful lights, the vibrant lights and the feasting, made eyes begin to become intoxicated.

A boy took two steps forward. His hands moved slowly, unbuttoning his shirt bit by bit. He worked his way up, revealing the faint lines of Xiaoyue's firm, pubic flesh. Then he gently took Xintong's hand, pressed it upward, and guided her towards her breasts.

Xin Tong didn't look up. She didn't use any strength from beginning to end; he was the one who carried it all.

His left hand was pressed on him, and Xin Tong's right hand was still free. He picked up the goblet to drink, and then stared blankly at the nothingness in front of him.

Another boy suddenly took two steps forward.

His hair was slightly longer, reaching about his shoulders, and it was all brushed up in front of his forehead, revealing his delicate eyebrows. His peach blossom eyes were very beautiful, clear and bright, with a touch of red at the corners of his eyes.

The shirt was hung on the rack very gently. His upper body was muscular, with perfect curves and body, and his cold white skin was illuminated by the light from above, showing clean and sharp lines.

Then, he slowly knelt down and crawled towards Xin Tong little by little.

Xin Tong sat on the sofa, not moving at all, leaning proudly and lazily against the soft pillow, her expression calm.

He slowly crawled to Xin Tong's feet like some kind of young animal, knelt down, and looked up at her from bottom to top. The red light at the corner of his eyes gradually filled with tears.

Then, he moved closer to Xin Tong's legs and gently and tentatively touched the back of Xin Tong's white feet with his tongue.

Xin Tong didn't react, staring blankly ahead.

A heat gradually enveloped him. He knelt, his amorous peach blossom eyes gleaming with a charming hue under the light as he stared at Xin Tong's face, his nipples tilting upwards, his Adam's apple rolling up and down.

There was fascination in his eyes. His movements were light, feather-like, yet gentle and soft, following Xiaoyue's hips all the way up. After a kiss on her knees, Xin Tong suddenly frowned.

She came back to her senses and stared at the long-haired man at her feet who was trying hard to please her for a few seconds.

I don't know why.

She suddenly thought of someone.

"go out."

She said dejectedly and irritably.

The boy was stunned for a moment. He didn't know what had suddenly irritated Xin Tong. His beautiful eyes were filled with surprise and caution.

The people around him were also startled by Xin Tong's first words of the night. But the irritation in this important client's eyes was too obvious. Even though they were unwilling, they could only hurriedly button up their clothes, pull the boy up from the ground, and together, they whispered trembling apologies and almost fled.

She was the only one left in the room.

She turned off the music, curled up on the sofa, and drank bottle after bottle of wine by herself.

After an unknown amount of time, the door suddenly opened. Xin Tong raised her hazy drunken eyes and saw who was coming.

It’s Leong Lok Ming.

"What are you doing here?"

"I apologize. This is all my fault."

"It's okay." Xin Tong smiled with relief when she heard it was an apology. She looked at Liang Luoming and said, "I guess you haven't had a good time lately, have you?"

She stuffed a wine glass into Liang Luoming's hand and said, "Come on! Drink!"

Liang Luoming looked at her and said, "You are drunk."

"I'm drunk? I'm not."

"I won't get drunk outside. Unless, unless... he comes to pick me up."

"who is he?"

"He's a handsome bad guy with a tough mouth and a soft heart."

"I think... I like him a little bit."

"I'm serious, too."

She lowered her head and muttered to herself, her furry head lowering lower and lower. Suddenly, sadness overwhelmed her, and her expression was uglier than tears. "There's no chance. It's so annoying. I, we, have parted ways."

Liang Luoming was silent for a long time. Then he spoke, "Why did you let those people go just now?"

They were clearly her type. They were clearly clean. Why didn't she want them?

She is under too much pressure and someone should help her relieve it. Why not?

Xin Tong could no longer hear what he said. She was drunk, her cheeks were flushed, and her pupils were covered with a layer of misty light. She tilted her head and was completely drunk.

Liang Luoming sat in his seat and looked at her for a while.

Then he sighed softly.

He stood up, picked her up, and stepped steadily onto the dark yellow carpet in the corridor.

The elevator ascended. The overhead lights were resplendent, and the journey upwards was unimpeded. He had become the largest shareholder of Peach Color Mark besides Boss Li, and all spaces were open to him.

Arriving at the top floor, he walked into a suite and gently placed the person on the expensive, soft mattress.

After a while, a young boy walked in.

Tall, handsome, with a clean, shy, and gentle demeanor. 0401.

He kept his head down and his eyes submissive as usual.

0401 has known his position and mission deeply and clearly for a long time, and he has voluntarily embarked on this path.

He knew Jiang Chongyan and Liang Luoming, and he also knew that this now popular actor in the entertainment industry had inexplicably become one of his bosses for Miss Xin Tong.

He waited for Xin Tong day and night, trained for her, served her, and gave her everything - he obviously loved her so much and was so obsessed with her, but he had no hostility towards Jiang Chongyan and Liang Luoming from beginning to end. Instead, he was humble, peaceful, and natural.

Because he is a tool.

Jiang Chongyan and Liang Luoming are human beings.

Liang Luoming looked down at Xin Tong, his eyes filled with tenderness. He recalled their past, the London sunsets, the time he'd met her when he was so down and out, her lively, sly smile, asking if he'd say yes, her beauty as a goblin.

Teach him how to speak, teach him how to unbutton his shirt, look at him with a teasing look as he blushes in bewilderment, then pounce on him and hug him with a smile.

I clearly whispered "I feel so comfortable/I love him so much" when I hugged him, but why can I say the same thing to others?

There was a dark look in Liang Luoming's eyes that was difficult to discern.

In his life, there was only her. She was the most important thing, the most important thing. He had no other concerns.

She slept defenselessly, occasionally wrinkling her nose and pulling the hair off her face with her fingers. Liang Luoming slowly lowered his head, and just before the kiss fell, he repeatedly retreated, finally moving to her forehead.

What does kissing the mouth but not the forehead mean?

Respect, protection, sincerity. Parents will give it to their children, friends will give encouragement, as if all sexual/sexual/ambiguous connotations have been removed, and it is safe enough.

Just before Ke Hao was about to fall, Liang Luoming stopped again.

Will it cause her trouble?

She had clearly refused. During their previous affair, she had made it clear she didn't want his investment help, saying it was over between them. So carefree and unrestrained, she was her usual self.

He had already withdrawn from her life.

Liang Luoming seemed to have finally figured it out. The myriad memories, heavy enough to crush a person's shoulders, finally dissolved into a soft laugh on his lips.

But 0401 can. Because he is just a male model. He doesn't have any other identity.

He only brings Xin Tong physical happiness and comfort. He has no name, counts for nothing, and does not bring Xin Tong any psychological pressure.

He had been examined, was clean, loyal, handsome, reliable, had learned skills, could be trusted, and would always be there for her.

Liang Luoming finally straightened up slowly. The words never came out.

He threw the room card on the bedside table.

"Do it well."

"She's been too tired and stressed lately. We need to make her feel comfortable."

*

BEGIN.

Jiang Chongyan sat numbly in his seat, not even practicing his dance.

Cheng Qi glanced at him.

"Stupid?"

Jiang Chongyan didn't answer.

Cheng Qi saw a tiny red light flashing around his neck. Then he looked again and saw it was a clavicle chain.

Cuban chain. Thick chain with a small red diamond in the middle.

It is his usual style, but it is more beautiful than his previous jewelry. It doesn’t look exactly like his aesthetic, but it suits him very well.

I remember now. This guy posted it on WeChat Moments.

I haven't posted a single Moments post in a year. But that day, I posted nine photos in a row, all identical, and even wrote the word "gift" pretentiously, afraid no one would notice.

He's been wearing this chain every day these days. It's so precious.

"A love gift?"

She said it casually.

But these four words made Jiang Chongyan suddenly freeze.

He seemed to have been struck by lightning.

He raised his head and looked at Cheng Qi, "You, what did you say?"

"It's a love gift, right?"

"When did you two start dating? Why didn't you post an official announcement on your Moments about such a big thing? I wanted to give you a like to show my support."

Engagement. Love. Gift.

He repeated it word for word.

Cheng Qi was a little disgusted, "Don't tell me you don't know! Isn't giving jewelry a token of love? What other meaning could it have when a girl gives you this?"

"Young people nowadays are afraid of making their relationships too formal. Rings are too formal and seem like they're getting married. Necklaces are just right."

Cheng Qi pondered, "It means, to trap you."

It was as if a thunderbolt flashed through Jiang Chongyan's mind.

His voice was hoarse as he squeezed out two words, "...really?"

Seeing him like that, Cheng Qi snorted and laughed.

"On your first date, at the BEGIN performance that night, she wasn't in the middle of the front row. You were so distracted, like you had lost your soul."

"That time."

"Do you remember?"

"Aiden, you can't go on a date empty-handed."

"When you meet someone you like, you must schedule a time and cherish every minute. Every time you meet, you must not go empty-handed, but always bring your heart with you."

Jiang Chongyan was completely stunned.

Then, he suddenly stood up straight, without saying a word, grabbed the bag next to him, and rushed out the door.