Chapter 72 (Bonus chapter with 20,000 nutrient solutions~)

He had both physical and psychological fantasies about me, which was a slightly erotic statement.

Wu Zhou conveyed his desire with his eyes; on a snowy night, all the heat in his body rushed to Jiang Xia's face.

He, who was always a man of few desires, could not bear to hear such erotic words.

Jiang Xia tried to pull his hand away, but Wu Zhou gripped it tightly, his throat bobbing: "Jiang Xia..."

There were even more explicit things he said, but he just didn't say them aloud.

In particular, Jiangxia likes to wear suit pants and warm yellow shirts in the summer. Her slender waist is wrapped in the thin shirt, like a bouquet of flowers waiting to be unfurled, or a gift waiting to be opened.

Jiang Xia was standing there, not saying a word, not even glancing at him, yet Wu Zhou felt that he was seducing him.

Time has only added a touch of maturity to him, and a gentle, helpless charm to his eyes.

Wu Zhou felt that he was like a ripe peach... Many nights, she fantasized about sleeping side by side with him, or doing more intimate things in bed.

The two looked into each other's eyes. Wu Zhou narrowed his eyes and coaxed, "Do you want to continue living alone, or do you hope to wake up every morning and fall asleep in the arms of your loved one?"

Jiang Xia didn't answer, but the answer was already clear in her evasive gaze.

Wu Zhou stroked Jiang Xia's skin and continued, word by word, "Unless you say you hate me, despise me, and loathe me so much that you never want to see me again in this lifetime."

"That's why I'd give you up for your happiness."

"Jiang Xia, tell me, am I a terrible person?"

Jiang Xia opened and closed his lips, but didn't speak, though he implicitly denied the claim.

It's precisely because they are so good that I'm so indecisive, afraid that my existence will make them regret it later.

It's much faster to block Wu Ming yourself than to dwell on this.

I had already started returning his things or throwing them away as trash at the beginning of the year.

Wu Ming was just too careless and didn't notice.

Wu Zhou touched his hand, continuing to wait for a reply. After touching it for a while, he found that Jiang Xia did not respond.

Last time, I accidentally bumped his thigh, and he sprang up from his chair like a spring.

He gently pinched Jiang Xia's fingertips: "Give me a chance to continue pursuing you until you make a decision."

He verbally expressed his respect, but in practice he showed no sign of yielding an inch.

Wu Zhou gently brushed the snowflakes that had fallen onto Jiang Xia's shoulder: "Jiang Xia, the problems you're troubling are minor. Give me a chance to help you solve them."

Amidst the wind and snow, Jiang Xia chuckled softly, the flame of the fairy wand flickering in the snowy landscape.

He said, half-jokingly, "Can I think about it?"

Wu Zhou immediately replied, "Okay, take your time thinking about it, we're not in a hurry."

He was so excited that he gripped his hand too tightly, and Jiang Xia felt pain and quickly pulled his hand back.

"Feel sorry."

"It's okay. Um, I'll take a video..."

Jiang Xia took out his phone to record a video, trying to ease the awkward atmosphere. Suddenly, a sparkler appeared in the frame and drew a small heart in the air.

Jiang Xia coughed, then chuckled awkwardly, as if it were a bit childish...

But I don't dislike it.

The two didn't stay on the rooftop for long; it was too cold, and Jiang Xia was worried they would both catch a cold.

Wu Zhou arranged for a driver to take the person home.

He even followed Jiang Xia upstairs and escorted him to his doorstep.

Jiang Xia opened the door, turned on the light, and the light was soft. He turned to look at Wu Zhou.

Wu Zhou had already stepped down the steps, stopped, and looked into the eyes of Jiang Xia.

Jiang Xia couldn't bring herself to make him get in the car immediately and rush home: "Would you like some ginger soup to warm yourself up? You just came back from the Fog Kingdom, aren't you too tired?"

Wu Zhou watched as Jiang Xia skillfully cooked the soup.

The ginger soup wasn't very tasty, but he drank it all anyway. Before leaving, Jiang Xia called him back and applied medicine to the wound on the back of his right hand.

Jiangxia saw it just now, but he couldn't ask why.

After applying two bandages, Jiang Xia breathed a sigh of relief; he really couldn't bear to see people injured...

Wu Zhou looked at the band-aid, slightly clenched his fingers, and before leaving, he stood at the door with his hand on the door frame, still having something to say.

Neither of them spoke; the only sound was each other's breathing. Jiang Xia could hear his own heartbeat quickening.

Wu Zhou looked at Jiang Xia's trembling eyelashes: "Jiang Xia, goodnight."

Jiang Xia looked up at the person in front of her, who bent down slightly and turned their head to gently kiss her forehead.

After closing the door, Jiang Xia covered his mouth and leaned against the wall, lost in thought. He finally fell asleep in the middle of the night and had another wonderful dream.

The scenes in my dream kept switching back and forth.

In a daze, it seemed like Zhan Lintian, or Wu Zhou, were holding him.

Jiang Xia had never had such a bold dream before. He woke up in the early hours of the morning, took a shower, and found that all the mirrors in the bathroom were fogged up.

He dared not look in the mirror, nor dared to wipe his body.

This body matured with age, no longer immature, and Jiang Xia didn't understand why President Zhan and President Wu felt desire...

After putting on his clothes, Jiang Xia wiped the water vapor off the mirror with his right hand, revealing his face.

In the mirror, his eyes were flushed pink from the steam. Jiang Xia bent over with a hint of frustration, his thick eyelashes trembling slightly.

What exactly makes it so appealing?

Jiang Xia turned her head to the side and pressed her finger against the dark red mole on her left cheek. She didn't know when it had grown there, and it wasn't pretty.

During his years in Mengcheng, he went to work and rested every day, year after year. Wu Ming, who was his close friend during his school days, became a friend he only saw occasionally.

Unable to squeeze into upper-class circles, unable to integrate into big city circles, the person I know best is actually the old lady who sells fruit downstairs.

Even the old lady felt sorry for him.

The old woman still has her children, who live far away, who contact her by phone from time to time. The passing of her parents was a storm in her youth.

Jiang Xia covered her face, blushing as she squatted in front of the sink. Was it really that effective that she made a wish upon the meteor shower?

God, who can tell me what to do?

Team Leader Jiang, who is usually very capable at work, is caught in an emotional predicament. The next day at work, she was absent-minded and distracted. Fortunately, the work pressure was not too great, but some rumors started circulating online.

Jiang Xia had just become famous as a translator in a competition in Haijiang County, and when she gained fame, she was then showered with a million-dollar confession of love.

He couldn't deny it even if he wanted to, because the performance not only included his name, but also expressed the hope that he would make a name for himself in the translation industry, and more importantly, it also included a cartoon version of him.

Everyone knows it was him, but no one knows which rich woman confessed her feelings.

There are no secrets in the world, and rumors have spread that the person who made the payment behind the scenes is surnamed Wu.

The surname Wu... Some people in the know immediately thought of Wu Ming—Jiang Xia's friend.

But I dared not speculate, because the confession in that performance was too strong to ignore.

Unfortunately, Wu Mingke and Xie Xiaoqianjin have a very good relationship.

The drone show did cause Jiangxia a little trouble.

But this problem quickly dissipated with the arrival of Montreal's first heavy snowfall.

Jiang Xia originally wanted to calm down, mainly because those two people were a bit of a thug...

I've been dreaming about them for days on end, and the more I dream about them, the less I dare to see them.

He hid for two days.

Zhan Lintian finally unleashed his ultimate move.

He called, and before Jiang Xia could refuse, Wenwen's sweet, childlike voice came from the other end of the line: "Uncle Jiang, when are you going to take me out to play?"

Jiang Xia sighed, realizing he had forgotten about this incident.

He softened his voice: "Wenwen, I've been..."

I promised Wenwen last time that I would take her to the cultural square by the river to play.

It's a popular spot for families with young children, and recently it's been transformed into a Frozen-themed area, captivating a group of young kids.

I saw a video of Jiangxia with all sorts of ice and snow patterns. A six-pointed star-shaped snowflake hung on the exterior wall, studded with diamonds. When the lights came on, it was dazzling.

Jiang Xia was speechless: "I..."

He slumped his shoulders. Well, he couldn't let the kids down.

"I'll take you out to play tomorrow night."

After hanging up the phone, Zhan Lintian snapped his fingers and gave her a lollipop: "Well done, Wenwen."

Wenwen, with a lollipop in her mouth, looked at her uncle with a puzzled expression. Why was he so happy?

But since she got to eat candy and go out to play, she waved her hands excitedly: "Yay, thank you Uncle and Uncle Jiang!"

She was the only child in the huge mansion. She once wanted to bring her kindergarten child home, but the child's parents disagreed.

The following evening.

Wenwen, wearing an adorable tutu with a large bow on her back, skipped and hopped forward.

She was cute, and people would always come up to chat her up. Jiang Xia would bend down and follow her, always keeping an eye on her to make sure she wasn't pushed away.

Zhan Lintian followed behind the two, holding two strings of candied hawthorns he had just bought.

Jiangxia rarely goes to crowded places like this; he considers it frequent if he goes out twice every two years.

In the end, Wenwen wasn't tired yet, but he was tired first.

Zhan Lintian could see it, and steadily held the child in one arm while Wenwen struggled.

"Uncle Jiang smells nice, but I don't like my uncle's smell; sometimes he smells of smoke."

Zhan Lintian asked dejectedly, "Really?"

Jiang Xia's nose twitched slightly: "No, it's probably because children have a better sense of smell. Let me hold him."

Zhan Lintian declined, saying, "Your back isn't good... and you're not as strong as me, so you get tired easily."

When he was on the cruise ship watching Jiang Xia help Wu Ming, he stopped and rubbed his lower back, probably from an old injury from working at his desk.

Jiang Xia shook his head: "It's okay, just hug for a little while."

He took Wenwen from him, and Zhan Lintian scratched his head helplessly: "Jiang Xia, I'm going to quit smoking, what do you say?"

He spoke as if Jiangxia were his boss.

Jiang Xia didn't answer, but just then Wenwen said she wanted to go to the riverbank, so he quickly picked her up and walked out.

From indoors to outdoors, the snow outside would wet people's hair and clothes, so Zhan Lintian held an umbrella for them.

There were many children playing in the snow on the shore.

Jiang Xia heard the buzzing of the drone, and Wenwen was the first to notice it, pointing and saying, "Uncle Jiang, look! There's a performance! Uncle arranged it!"

The crowd was too noisy, and Jiang Xia couldn't hear clearly: "What?"

Following the direction Wenwen was pointing, I saw rows of drones taking off. The performance Wu Ming had arranged lasted a long time, but I didn't watch it because I felt disgusted.

Fortunately, Wenwen had mentioned it earlier, so he was mentally prepared for tonight's performance.

Jiang Xia watched as the drones took off, almost filling the entire sky.

"many."

This number... feels like even more than the drones Wu Ming arranged last time.

He muttered to himself, while Zhan Lintian explained, "Tens of thousands of them. Wu Ming's is too petty and doesn't look good."

As soon as Jiang Xia saw the drone take off, the lights of several high-rise buildings near the shopping mall and on the opposite bank of the river turned off instantly, the surrounding brightness decreased, and a bright yellow light shot into the sky like fireworks, rising to its highest point. In an instant, the sky was ablaze with light, and a man-made galaxy unfolded.

The background gradually transforms into a landscape painting, with mountains stretching endlessly. A young man walks forward, the scene changing as he grows from a boy into a young man, reaching the towering skyscrapers of the world, and finally sitting at a table.

He held a pen in his hand, and the words he wrote flashed rapidly in the sky.

Finally, the light spots converged, transforming into a blessing for the young man in the picture.

May your future be filled with happiness and fulfillment!

This performance was much more composed, and Jiang Xia's name was not mentioned. However, since the young man's appearance was exactly the same as that of the performer in the previous few days, everyone knew that this was another gift for Jiang Xia.

The signature, however, was Z.

Jiang Xia held Wenwen in his arms, staring blankly at the sky, then turned his head to look at Zhan Lintian.

Amidst the noise of the crowd, Zhan Lintian moved closer to him: "Time was too rushed. I'll arrange a grander celebration for your birthday!"

Jiang Xia stared blankly at the man in front of her.

Zhan Lintian whispered in his ear, his breath hot, and promised softly, "Jiang Xia, I'll spend your birthday with you this year."

A note from the author:

Jiang Xia has a really soft heart, [let me see], so we can't let the two of them celebrate Jiang Xia's birthday. We have to coax Jiang Xia into drinking.jpg [covering face and peeking]

Before dawn, Jiang Xia woke up and tried to tiptoe out of bed and run away, but was instead grabbed around the waist and prevented from leaving. After he woke up, she insisted that he give her a proper title.

Small theater.

Wenwen: Uncle, why have you been looking for Uncle Jiang so much lately?

Zhan Lintian: That's because President Wu likes you, Uncle Jiang, and I want to find happiness for him.

After some time had passed.

Wenwen: Uncle, how did Uncle Jiang become my aunt?

Uncle: Don't ask. [Oh, oh, oh]

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Speaking of eating at home, Wu Zhou always felt that his younger brother had absolutely no taste. What did he know? He actually complained that Jiang Xia was fat?

When Jiang Xia was thin, her shirt hugged her slender waist, and as she walked, the fabric clung to her skin, exuding an air of elegance. When Jiang Xia was fat, she would kneel on her own lap, and all the fat she had painstakingly gained would grow on her thighs and buttocks. If she gently pinched her legs, the soft, white flesh would bulge out from her fingertips.

Youth has its own naiveté, and adulthood has its own charm.

Mr. Wu was completely infatuated with him, and this little brat Wu Ming actually complained that he had gained weight?

Let me explain why Mr. Wu and Mr. Zhan don't hate each other that much: because they both know that their rise to power wasn't exactly honorable.

While Wu Ming and Jiang Xia were still struggling, Wu Ming had many attempts to make amends and speak up, but they both precisely cut him off.

Although Jiang Xia was clear that he wouldn't turn back, the two of them were still worried, fearing that Jiang Xia might soften his heart.

You can't gamble on this; if you bet wrong, you'll lose your wife.

Even President Zhan wanted to "get on board" with Miss Xie, since she was beautiful, kind-hearted, and had a free-spirited personality, dragging Wu Ming along.