Chapter 62 Ambiguity

Jiang Xia looked up at everyone, forcing a smile as she asked, "Why do you ask that?"

Colleagues immediately chimed in with their own explanations: "Because you're different now."

They chattered excitedly about their discoveries.

"For example, if you used to wear formal attire every day, but now you've switched to a loose, casual jacket, it means you might have other plans after get off work, so you chose a jacket that allows for easy movement."

Jiang Xia looked at him, smiled, and asked in return, "What if I suddenly changed my mind? For example, what if I stopped worrying about what to wear to work?"

Another colleague immediately chimed in, "That's not necessarily true. Looking closely, your outfit looks casual, but the color scheme is eye-catching. It's clear you put thought into it; it doesn't look like you just threw something on."

"And you smile!" A female colleague squeezed in from behind, leaned over, and poked her cheek. "Also, you smile more than before."

Moreover, she felt that Team Leader Jiang seemed to have gained some weight, either from overwork or from happiness.

However, despite working at a high intensity for so many years, Team Leader Jiang has not gained weight, which suggests that it is likely due to his happiness.

In her opinion, it would be better if Team Leader Jiang were a little rounder, as it would add a touch of gentleness and make her originally aloof temperament more approachable.

Jiang Xia sat in a chair, leaning against the bar counter, and said with a hint of helplessness, "It could also be because of the winter."

He secretly wondered, and sure enough, everything he ate turned into fat.

No matter how much you try to restrain yourself, you can't resist being fed lavish meals every day.

He didn't stubbornly deny it or rush to deny it; this frankness only made his colleagues feel more comfortable teasing him.

A male colleague shook his head and slowly said, "The most crucial thing is the question you just asked, 'If you like someone but are destined not to be together, should you start a relationship?' This is not something a single person would ponder."

People started discussing this issue.

The bar was dimly lit, and with the alcohol taking effect, Jiang Xia could only hear the voices of the people talking. Later, he couldn't tell who was speaking anymore and could only hear a few sentences.

"You only live once, so don't let yourself have any regrets."

"Maybe she's the one I'm meant to be."

“Our team leader Jiang is handsome, has a good personality, is highly educated, and earns a high income. Why is he so insecure?”

"It depends on whether you value the result or the process. However, I value the process more. If the result will be heartbreaking no matter what I choose, then at least I can have a happy memory before the pain heals itself."

The colleague who said this had a softened look in his eyes, clearly starting to miss his lover.

Different arguments, each with its own merits, ultimately led to the breach of Jiangxia's defenses by a single remark.

"Team Leader Jiang, we've worked together for several years now. To be honest, the young people in the company are getting younger and younger. Before long, we'll be old."

Jiang Xia gripped his wine glass tightly. Although twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old was not considered old in Mengcheng, and could even be considered early marriage, he was still young.

But time flies by, indeed like flowing water.

Five years ago, he would never have imagined that he would be single for five years.

The events of five years ago, ten years ago, and fourteen years ago seem vivid in my mind.

His twenty-seven-year-old brain seemed to exist in different times and spaces at the same time.

Jiang Xia tilted his head back and drank the entire beverage. He had tried his best to drink slowly, but he still choked slightly and covered his mouth with a tissue, coughing softly.

His two colleagues immediately reached out and patted his back: "Are you alright?"

It took Jiang Xia a while to catch his breath before he looked up and chuckled at them.

"Thank you, I'm fine."

Jiang Xia then ordered another drink based on his intuition. It tasted sweet and you could hardly taste any alcohol.

As soon as he stepped out of the bar, the evening breeze picked up, and Jiang Xia's steps faltered as he lazily gazed ahead.

He was exhausted, but he still managed to stay focused and arrange for everyone to get on the bus and go home.

He handled everything perfectly, saw most of the people off with a smile, and then a female colleague who hadn't been drinking happened to be going the same way as him, so the two of them shared a taxi.

At least the two of them can look out for each other.

Jiang Xia is at least 1.8 meters tall and has a well-proportioned figure; he doesn't look frail.

He looked at his female colleague who was giving an awkward smile. It was almost ten o'clock, too late, and it wasn't safe for her to be alone.

"Let's go."

Jiang Xia took out his phone to carefully check the screen before hailing a taxi. After looking at the screen for a while, he finally merged the three overlapping images into one.

I saw a notification and clicked on it.

He read the words on the page with great difficulty, then suddenly snapped back to reality.

Is Zhan Lintian coming over?

He leaned against a lamppost by the roadside, gazing absently at the warm sun overhead. He figured he'd get home around eleven, and since Zhan Lintian wouldn't be able to find anyone, he'd probably leave early.

In that case, we probably won't run into each other.

Thinking this, Jiang Xia breathed a slight sigh of relief.

Ride-hailing services will be available soon.

His female colleague sat in the back seat, and he sat in the front passenger seat. As soon as he got in, he leaned back in his seat, closed his eyes, announced his destination, and then didn't say anything more.

The roads weren't too congested late at night, and the car arrived at my female colleague's apartment complex much faster than usual.

I watched my female colleague walk into the gate of the residential area. It was a small community, and I heard that the security measures were good and the security guards were very dedicated.

The other party also sent a message in a private group saying that they had arrived home safely, and Jiang Xia breathed a sigh of relief and asked the driver to take her home.

After paying the fare upon arrival, Jiang Xia got off the bus. He had taken off his coat because he felt too hot on the bus, but he found it was terribly cold as soon as he got off.

A cold wind blew through my body, making me shiver several times, so I quickly ran upstairs.

My head is still a little dizzy, but I'm in a good mood. Every step I take feels like walking on clouds.

His colleagues overestimated his alcohol tolerance.

Jiang Xia walked briskly upstairs, humming a song she had learned last time.

Zhan Lintian had been waiting here for a long time. When he heard footsteps, he quickly got up and hugged the unsteady Jiang Xia.

Jiang Xia bumped into him, and looked up in surprise: "President Zhan?"

Zhan Lintian said, "If you don't answer, I'll assume you agree."

"I didn't see it..."

Zhan Lintian touched his hand, then cupped his face in his hands and said anxiously, "Okay, open the door quickly, you're so cold all over."

Zhan Lintian was also a little cold, so he waited in the well-ventilated stairwell, afraid of missing Jiangxia.

Now that he could feel Jiang Xia's cold hands, he didn't want to play the victim anymore; he just wanted to call people in as soon as possible.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Xia opened the door to welcome him in, unaware of when Zhan Lintian had arrived or how long he had been waiting.

After closing the door, Zhan Lintian touched Jiang Xia's forehead again. Seeing that Jiang Xia didn't hide, he thought to himself that he was really drunk.

He walked toward the kitchen, rolling up his sleeves as he went: "You sit on the sofa first, I'll go boil some water for you. When I cleaned for you last time, I think I saw some hangover medicine in one of your kitchen cabinets."

Mr. Zhan, being very outgoing, felt like the guest when he arrived at Jiangxia.

This is simply... turning the tables!

Jiang Xia looked down at the road and followed him toward the kitchen, trying to stop him: "No need... I..."

Zhan Lintian rolled up his sleeves, picked up the kettle, and was about to boil water when he saw Zhan Lintian bump into him. He put his arm around the man and told him to stand close to him for support.

A gentle kiss landed on Jiang Xia's forehead.

He kissed Jiang Xia's forehead, an extremely gentle kiss. Jiang Xia froze on the spot, feeling his forehead burning hot...

Zhan Lintian held his waist with one hand, then stroked his back up and down, asking, "Good boy, I'll make you a bowl of hangover soup."

The man's voice was deep and soothing, like words to lull someone to sleep. Jiang Xia felt drowsy, and when he came to his senses, he had already finished his soup and was finally able to organize his thoughts to talk to the other person.

Moreover, Wu Ming didn't call to bother him tonight, so he has time to have a good talk with Zhan Lintian.

Zhan Lintian held him as they lay down on the sofa, his hands grasping his fingertips and gently rubbing them until they were finally warm.

Jiang Xia instinctively tried to struggle, kicking his legs, but missed the mark, and was then clamped between Zhan Lintian's legs, the two rubbing against each other between their legs.

Zhan Lintian's breathing quickened, and he kissed Jiang Xia's hair: "Jiang Xia, don't move..."

Suddenly, his voice, tinged with joy and hoarse, said, "Jiang Xia, you can feel it... Do you need my help?"

Zhan Lintian looked down at Jiang Xia's fair neck, his voice hoarse: "Jiang Xia, may I help you with my hands?"

A note from the author:

Actually, Wu Ming called tonight; how could he not call?

Zhan Lintian saw that Jiang Xia's phone was almost out of battery, but didn't charge it for him. [Sunglasses]

Zhan Lintian: Don't bother me while I'm taking care of my wife.

Actually, Mr. Zhan was very restrained when he spoke tonight. In the draft box, he directly lifted his wife onto the sink, and after raising her a little higher, he directly used... to give his wife... He copied part of the draft in his previous writing. Did everyone notice?