Chapter 20 Bullying "Be good, don't cry, did I bully you?" ...
Qiao Ruoying didn't expect that she would meet Jiang Zongye in the tea room.
In a public place surrounded by people, their gazes met in mid-air. She could almost hear the sparks of their intense collision in her mind. Her toes, wrapped in pure cotton socks, subconsciously curled up, afraid someone would follow their gazes and notice their intersection...
She looked at him furtively.
After not seeing each other for two weeks, Jiang Zongye's hair had grown longer, and his narrow peach blossom eyes were sunken deeper under his brow bones.
There were some stubbles on his chin, and a blue layer covering his chin, which made him look a little more tired. Combined with his arrogant and cold temperament, he exuded an aura of superiority that was very impressive.
It was clear that Jiang Zong was also exhausted, relying entirely on willpower to persevere through these two weeks of intense work. Having paid such a high price, he simply wanted the "Sirius 5" to be a successful launch.
He wants to be the leader in the automotive industry and create deeper and wider waves in the market.
Every move is ambition.
After meeting Jiang Zongye's eyes, she looked away guiltily, but she could still feel that Jiang Zongye's gaze lingered on her for a long time, unscrupulously in front of so many subordinates.
After Jiang Zong left.
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. Someone murmured, "The big boss is finally gone."
"That's right, I can't eat well in the same space with my boss." said a man in a plaid shirt.
The earlier incident regarding the steamed buns with milk flavor had passed thanks to Jiang Zongye's interruption. Andy couldn't bring up the subject again, as it would only make her seem insistent and nosy, so she simply made a joke about it.
"What are you talking about?" Andy slapped Plaid Shirt's shoulder and joked. "I'm your boss too. Does eating with me spoil your appetite?"
"Sister An, how dare I?"
"Sister An, I'm reporting this to you under my real name. This guy just trolled me and said he was always thinking about code while having dinner with you, which wasn't fun."
"roll."
The tea room returned to its usual bustle of laughter.
The programmers patted their butts and left after eating, returning to their workstations to continue working like slaves; on the originally clean cherry wood long table, there was a disposable plastic box stained with oil, bamboo skewers for skewering meat, bone scraps spread on the plastic box, and used paper towels crumpled into a ball and scattered among them.
Qiao Ruoying first picked up the bamboo sticks and put them into a plastic box, and then swept the bone residue and waste paper into the plastic box.
Aunt Hong, who was in charge of cleaning the bathroom, came in on time with a rag and a broom. When she saw Qiao Ruoying, she greeted her familiarly:
"Xiao Qiao, just put it here and I'll clean it up."
"That won't do." Qiao Ruoying saw Aunt Hong coming, wiped her hands with a wet towel, took the panda canvas bag she had placed on the sofa, and took out a ready-made ciabatta from it. "Aunt Hong, this is for you."
"Xiao Qiao, you've prepared something for Auntie again."
Aunt Hong declined a few times, but finally accepted it, feeling very happy.
She can take the bread home for breakfast and save money to buy buns tomorrow. If she keeps saving, she can buy a new set of clothes for her granddaughter during the New Year.
Of course, Aunt Hong didn't get the food for free. She took the ciabatta given by Qiao Ruoying and worked harder.
Every time it was Qiao Ruoying's turn to work the midnight snack, she always did the best job of finishing up the tea room. Qiao Ruoying would secretly save some money from the meal plan and prepare an "overtime midnight snack" for the cleaning ladies.
"Auntie Hong, I took the trash downstairs and threw it away."
"Okay. I'm here." Aunt Hong responded loudly.
Qiao Ruoying took the takeout bag downstairs and threw it away, thinking about something in her heart: Actually, the cleaning ladies work here at night, and they are also working overtime. Why don’t they have overtime meal allowances?
Even if it's only five dollars, Auntie will feel differently about Taehyung, will feel more of a sense of belonging, and will be more willing to work hard for the company.
She immediately decided to write down her opinion and put it in the company's "President's Suggestion Box."
After throwing away the takeaway bag, Qiao Ruoying took out her mobile phone and found Jiang Zongye said, "Come to my office, right now."
Why did you see it only now?
Twenty minutes had passed since Jiang Zong sent her a message.
Judging from Boss Jiang's tone, it seems to be an important matter.
Qiao Ruoying's heart was as tense as a taut string. She took the president's exclusive elevator and headed straight to the top floor.
After exiting the elevator, they walked through a long executive corridor. The lights in the elevator were dim, like departing fireflies, and the corridor grew darker as they went further in. Qiao Ruoying glanced at the glass windows on both sides of the corridor.
Outside the glass window, lights were lit up in the residential buildings, like fireflies flying along the river in summer.
Qiao Ruoying was thinking quietly, wondering for whom this dim light was lit.
Perhaps there is a light on for every hard-working person working overtime at their workstation downstairs.
She pushed open the heavy wooden door of the president's office and tried to open her eyes wide, but it was in vain. It was so dark that she couldn't see her hand in front of her face.
She reached out and fumbled for the switch on the wall, and an idea came to her mind:
She wondered if some ferocious creature would suddenly emerge from the darkness and devour her in one bite.
I'm still a little scared. Where is Jiang Zongya?
Could it be that she saw the message too late and he had already left?
The next second, she was already being held tightly by something. A powerful hand, like an eagle's hoop, tightly gripped her slender waist. She opened her mouth to scream, but a familiar breath suddenly reached her nose.
The scent of black pine and juniper was dark and a little cold, mixed with a little bit of the male body scent that fascinated her, full of male hormones.
She suddenly realized that this was Jiang Zongye. Her body completely softened under his palm, and she only gasped with her lips slightly open.
From his cuo, she vaguely sensed that the storm was coming, and she was actually looking forward to it.
He practically carried her to the small lounge. Jiang Zongye placed one hand on her shoulder and the other hand on her plump breasts, carrying her inside like a child.
The light in the small lounge came on, a small triangular beam of light reflecting the vague outlines of the bed and the cabinet. The man who walked in with the girl in his arms was tall and straight, with a majestic figure.
"Bang!" The door of the lounge slammed shut, and she fell with her slender back facing up onto the fluffy, clean sheets.
Before she could prop herself up with her elbows, she felt Jiang Zong walk around in front of her, unbutton her clothes, and roughly strip off her panties and jeans, hanging them on her knees.
For a moment she was wondering whether she should remind him to take precautions, but the next second, she heard the sound of aluminum foil being torn, and her wrists were tied behind her back and held tightly.
The next second, her red lips parted slightly, her eyes lost focus for a moment, then regained focus due to the pain. Jiang Zong also leaned down, twisted her soft earlobe with his fingers, and then kissed it with his lips, sucking and biting it. He used a little force, making her earlobe numb and painful.
Their shadows were cast on the pink wall, like a shadow play, which gradually became more intense.
He kissed her earlobe gently, but his movements were completely opposite. Seeing her earlobe reddened by his kiss, infinitely delicate, he twisted it again and whispered it into her ear. His rough voice was like crumpled parchment, or like sandpaper with a grainy texture.
"Tell me, do you want to go to work or...?"
"Hmm? Let me ask you a question. Do you want to go to work or come with me...?"
The man's voice became lower and lower as time went on, almost inaudible.
Her eyes were covered with a layer of mist and her nose felt sore until he used his big hand to pinch her chin, his thumb pressing against her beautiful jawline.
Qiao Ruoying then remembered that this was exactly what he had said in the bathroom early in the morning two weeks ago.
Jiang Zongye, this stingy guy, still remembers what happened that morning.
It's true, revenge is inevitable.
"Tell me, you want to do it with me."
He kept putting pressure on her. Qiao Ruoying's eyes were filled with tears. Her toes kicked weakly on the fluffy sheets, and her sobs were incoherent: "Wuwu, I want to, I want to be with you..."
In the end, she could not utter the word that made her ashamed, until tears fell down her cheeks like beads that had broken off the string, and the beads silently seeped into the pillow.
With the help of a weak scattered light, Jiang Zong also looked at her intently.
Her cheek was resting on the pillow, her pair of dark lychee eyes covered with a thin layer of tear film, crystal clear.
When she looked at people with her litchi eyes, her gaze was deep, as if she could see into people's hearts.
It seemed that she saw into his heart as well.
Her skin was whiter than the snow-white sheets, but not that pale white. Instead, it was a white that was full of blood, lustrous and flowing, and had a layer of blush because of him.
The back was like smooth and flawless white jade, with the protruding butterfly bones on it looking like a butterfly resting there, about to flap its wings and fly, as if if it were held in his palm, the butterfly would suffocate and die.
It was this pitiful look that made him feel so sorry for her, let alone get angry.
There was a loud and crisp sound, and she felt a pain on her face. The man's voice rang out in the dark night, gritting his teeth and with a hint of helplessness.
"Qiao Ruoying, you know you are very disobedient."
Is she disobedient?
Why is she disobedient?
She doesn't know at all.
Qiao Ruoying buried her face in the pillow, her head moving forward because of the storm he inflicted on her, like an ostrich burying itself in the sand.
This unprepared and violent incident, which happened in the small lounge on the top floor of the company, seemed to have destroyed some kind of strict order in her heart, making her feel humiliated instinctively, and a little disgust was pulled out of the humiliation, which made her feel numb.
She wanted to bury herself deeper into the pillow, and her nose could smell the refreshing scent of down, when suddenly a rough hand grabbed her chin, pinched it, turned her neck, and made her face sideways.
The man stared at her soft neck, which was as slender as a white swan waiting to be slaughtered. His eyes were full of undisguised possession.
"Don't suffocate yourself." He said coldly.
As the light shone through, one could faintly see the winding blue veins undulating on his torso, and the muscles along his mermaid line were covered with a layer of fine sweat.
"Wow, no..."
Qiao Ruoying's voice became uncontrollable and broken as she begged him for mercy, and he became more and more wanton with each of her pleas...
...
Two and a half hours later.
"Bang."
As the tools were thrown into the trash can, a crisp sound was heard, as if the battle was over.
Jiang Zong also turned on the wall lamp, and the light shone on his face.
The hostility between his eyebrows dissipated a lot, and the narrow corners of his eyes revealed a hint of wildness after indulgence.
Qiao Ruoying didn't want to make eye contact with him. She silently looked at the battlefield that had just experienced a "fierce battle" and slowly digested the waves he had stirred up in her.
The pillows were all over the place, one lying on the wooden floor, the other lying across the middle of the sheets.
The originally fine bed sheet also slid upwards, leaving curved wrinkles on it, like ripples on the surface of a lake.
Jiang Zongye's hot temper calmed down a little after being soothed by her.
He tugged at his messy tie. Apart from the slight redness under his eyes, he looked gentle, ascetic, and elegant. His shirt and trousers were neatly worn and he looked well-dressed.
In my sight, she was half leaning against the wall, curling herself up, returning to the state of a baby in the mother's womb, a posture of protecting herself;
She was still wearing a coarsely knitted light purple sweater, her black hair was unbuttoned, her eyebrows were slightly frowned, and she seemed to have not yet recovered from the violence just now, with a light cherry pink blush on her cheeks.
Just one look and infinite love will surge from your heart.
Jiang Zong's anger had also subsided, and he wanted to get closer to her. He returned and sat on the edge of the bed, put one arm through her shoulders, and half-forced her to sit in his arms, leaning against his chest, tightly held by him.
Boom, boom, boom.
Qiao Ruoying heard his heartbeat, slow, solid, and powerful;
She felt his arms wrapped around her waist, almost breaking it.
The tip of my nose suddenly felt sour, as if lemon juice had dripped into it, and the sour feeling surged up.
Except when they were in perfect harmony, Jiang Zong rarely got this close to her.
Even when they slept in the same bed at night, he would deliberately use pillows to separate the two of them, and he never kissed her lips, let alone during the day at the company.
And now, he held her in his arms, his palms constantly stroking her sweat-soaked black hair, letting it entangle in his palms. For her, it still felt a little painful. She thought that the big boss really had no idea of his own size, and he barged in so rudely and directly.
Only at this moment did she truly feel that Jiang Zong had also stopped for her, and their hearts had been closely connected.
Is this what they call "a tough guy with a soft heart"?
Qiao Ruoying remembered that she had seen the oil painting that Napoleon had given to Queen Josephine.
Legend has it that Napoleon was invincible while fighting all over the world, but he only had one beloved woman, Josephine.
He crowned her personally, making him king and her queen, and sitting together with her on the throne that symbolized power.
If only life could remain as it was at first sight, the version of the story she first heard described how much Napoleon and Josephine loved each other, so she always believed that this story would always be as beautiful as a fairy tale.
Until now, the love she longs for most is still "a tough guy with a soft heart".
Jiang Zong is indeed an invincible man, so to whom will he show his tenderness?
Will you give it to her?
All the sadness and grievances accumulated in the past two weeks came flooding back and turned into tears in her eyes. She couldn't hold them back, and two lines of tears flowed down her cheeks and dripped down.
Jiang Zongye rested his chin on the top of her head, and suddenly found that the person in his arms was trembling slightly, and a slight sob came from the tip of her nose. He turned her cheek over and found that her face was covered with tears and she was crying silently.
In my mind, the scene of her being so weak and begging for mercy just now emerged. Her bright face was full of emotion and was breathtakingly beautiful. There were tears hanging in the corners of her eyes, like pear blossoms in the rain.
In this situation, it would be wrong for him to forgive her, let alone punish her severely... She would be even less so.
The man's heart softened instantly, as soft as chocolate melted by fire.
"Be good, don't cry. Did I bully you or hurt you?"
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Author has something to say: Boss Jiang: Be good, don’t cry, did I bully you? [pat head][pat head]
Yingying: You only say this after you’ve bullied me [burst into tears][burst into tears]
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