Chapter 5: "Substitute Literature" (Minor Editing) "At that time, it was called...
"Why, when you're with me, you don't want to be seen?"
The man's cool voice slid into her ears.
“…”
Qiao Ruoying bit her lip.
Boss Jiang loves to ask these sharp and difficult-to-answer questions.
But this time, should she deny it or tell the truth?
If she denied it, what excuse could she give?
During this period, Jiang Zong's eyes also turned slightly cold as he carefully observed the changes in her expression.
I saw her thick eyelashes on her watery lychee eyes blinking gently, and her pearly teeth biting on her red lips, making the plump lip flesh dent.
Jiang Zong also snorted softly. He wanted to see what other reasons she could come up with.
Qiao Ruoying knew that Boss Jiang was a smart man who could see through someone's true nature at a glance. Don't smart people hate being "fooled" the most?
So, she simply looked directly at Jiang Zongye and told him her true thoughts frankly.
Her clear voice is like pearls falling on a jade plate, each one round and mellow, containing a radiance that cannot be ignored.
"Mr. Jiang, Taehyung Group prohibits office romances. If discovered, one party must resign. I don't want to lose my job, nor do I want to be gossiped about by my colleagues, so I don't want anyone to see me and you involved."
This was the first time she looked him in the eye while speaking. Her distinct black and white lychee eyes stared at him intently, and his handsome, nonchalant face was reflected in her dark pupils.
"You are really cautious."
Jiang Zong also chuckled.
He never took the group's rules seriously because he was the president and had privileges, so what if he violated the rules?
The regulations were made for ordinary people, not privileged people like him.
He is above the rules.
Qiao Ruoying took a deep breath and continued:
"If our relationship is discovered and a colleague reports it, I'll be the only one held accountable by HR. Rumors will spread around the company, saying I'm shameless and only want to take shortcuts, while you're greedy for beauty and indulge in pleasure, trading power for sex, and having poor personal ethics.
When that time comes, will you protect me?"
The carriage was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.
Qiao Ruoying smiled knowingly and asked herself:
"You won't."
Her mother, Ms. Qiao Li, often warned her that "men are more calculating than anything else", so Qiao Ruoying did not dare to let her guard down or pin her hopes on men's mercy. She just wanted to protect herself to the maximum extent within the rules.
The driver in front, Old Li, broke out in a cold sweat on his back when he heard what Qiao Ruoying said.
Miss Qiao was too direct in her words. She said, "He is greedy for beauty and indulges in pleasure" and "He is immoral in trading power for sex." Isn't this just scolding President Jiang by pointing at his nose?
Not to mention, she also pointed out the essence of the unequal relationship between superiors and subordinates in the workplace.
To put it bluntly, Mr. Jiang's behavior is abusing his power for personal gain and using his authority to bully others.
The air was filled with the faint scent of car aromatherapy, a refreshing grapefruit and lemon.
Jiang Zong also leaned lazily on the back of his chair, glancing at Qiao Ruoying with a meaningful look.
He didn't expect that Qiao Ruoying understood the nature of their relationship so thoroughly and understood her own position so clearly.
She was right. If their relationship was really exposed, he would not protect her.
In this world, benefits and risks go hand in hand. Since she received a benefit of 100,000 yuan per month, she must bear the corresponding risks.
"You are right, Miss Qiao, I really won't protect you."
Jiang Zong also pulled the corners of his lips and smiled lightly.
He didn't even bother to cover himself up.
"Yeah." Qiao Ruoying curled her lips and smiled, as if she was not affected by his coldness.
The sharp edge of her questioning him faded away, and she returned to her usual calm and composed self, with her hands folded in front of her knees, looking very obedient.
Jiang Zong also looked her up and down.
Qiao Ruoying is very beautiful. Her beauty is very feminine, charming but not vulgar.
Her hair was black and shiny, her eyebrows were thick, her skin was white and creamy and tender, as if you could squeeze out water, her face was slightly pink, and even though she had a fever, she looked full of energy and vitality;
A simple white T-shirt is made extremely stylish by her curvy figure.
The high-waisted jeans with narrow waistband hugged her slender and round waist, and further down, the hips were perfectly highlighted and wrapped around her peach buttocks.
Before, he only noticed her cheap clothes. For the first time, he noticed that she was so generous. Her clothes were clean, fragrant and soft. There was a hint of fragrance in her hair, which was light and soft. I guess it was the fragrance of peaches.
Even when the driver asked her for her address, she told him the truth without hesitation. She didn't care at all that she lived in a village in the city, nor did she feel inferior because of it.
"drop".
Jiang Zong also lowered the partition window in the car, dividing the rear compartment into an enclosed space.
"Did you take all the medicine home?" he whispered.
"Yes, Mr. Jiang." Qiao Ruoying touched the teddy bear canvas bag.
"Do you feel better after applying the ointment?"
Jiang Zong also stretched out his arm and grabbed her neck.
The curve of her neck, the slender jade-white part, was so clear in the sunlight that it seemed transparent.
This arc fits perfectly no matter how you place it, as if it was born for his palm.
"Much better," she replied softly. The cool paste soothed the pain from the friction on her tender flesh.
"Apply the medicine yourself, inside and out."
inside and outside.
This word is worth pondering.
Qiao Ruoying thought, no wonder the window was lowered, it turned out that he was going to say such "vicious words".
But why was he so concerned about her there? He wanted to check it out and asked her to apply medicine.
That's right, after all, he wants to "use" it. If she feels pain, it will also affect his "user experience".
Thinking of this, Qiao Ruoying felt that she needed to show a positive attitude.
"Mr. Jiang, how many nights a month do you think is a suitable frequency for us?"
Jiang Zong also turned his head, and his originally scattered gaze was fixed directly on her face.
She has red lips and white teeth, her red lips slightly open and closed, her eyes clear and unmoving.
It's interesting. When I wanted to see her in the office before, she was so shy, her face was thin and red, and her voice was filled with tears.
Now, he has a businesslike attitude and is open and generous.
"One night a week, four nights a month." Jiang Zong also rubbed his cheeks and said casually.
If he were to ask himself, he felt that four nights a month was not too much.
"That's good."
Qiao Ruoying breathed a sigh of relief. It would be best if these nights could be arranged on Fridays, so that it would not affect her work and she could maximize her weekend.
"However, there must be at least three times a night. Any missed points that night will be accumulated and made up for within the same month."
Jiang Zong also changed the subject and saw with satisfaction that her deer-like eyes were wide open and her expression changed from calm to terrified.
"Three times, isn't that a bit too much?"
Qiao Ruoying asked in embarrassment.
The only remaining memory of that night told her that Jiang Zong also fought for two hours at a time, which means six hours three times a night. So, how could she still sleep?
"Why, are you afraid that I can't handle it?"
Jiang Zong also stretched out his voice, with the ending tone rising lazily.
If Rongrong were here, she would definitely hold her cheeks and blush, exclaiming: "Ahhh, the flirting guy is so handsome! What a nice voice, the deep bass, the bubbly sound!"
But Qiao Ruoying just wanted to curse fxxk.
Didn't he have a clue whether he could handle it or not? Did he still want to hear her shyly say, "No, no, you can handle it very well. You're so good, so amazing. You made me swollen~"
Such flirting words are acceptable if the mood strikes, but the current atmosphere is like a dry winter with snow, so it is clearly inappropriate.
Qiao Ruoying heard the sound of grass in her heart and had a sweet smile on her face.
"You can handle it. You...are in great shape."
"oh?"
Qiao Ruoying made up her mind and went all out. "I've experienced it myself, too."
This is an experience gained by touching flesh to flesh, skin to skin!
Finally, she added, "I'm sure you can handle it. I'm just afraid I can't."
“…”
Jiang Zongye couldn't hold back his expression and chuckled softly. He slid his fingers to her cheeks and pinched them. The skin beneath his fingers was delicate and smooth, like rennet tofu.
He whispered in her ear.
"How can you be so good at talking? Your mouth is like it's covered in honey."
Haha, this is called being able to talk. This is just the beginning. She has read so much about workplace psychology, upward management, workplace work notes, etc., so it should be easy for her to coax a man into becoming an embryo!
Before she finished her "Hehe", Jiang Zong changed the subject and his cold voice slid into her ears:
"You're so sweet on the outside, but have you been telling me off a few times in your heart?"
“…”
Qiao Ruoying pursed her lips into an "o" shape, frozen in place. How had he guessed this? A frail, deer-like look of innocence and fear flashed across her eyes. Jiang Zong observed her expression, then smiled and affectionately pinched her cheek.
It feels very good.
Anyway, it's fun to tease her and see her colorful and lively expressions.
It was as if all the fatigue accumulated that day had disappeared.
"Let's talk about these sweet words in bed." Jiang Zongye said calmly.
Qiao Ruoying's eyes widened in surprise. Sweet words?
What were sweet words? Did they mean compliments? Especially ones about something? Something like, "You're so great, I can't handle it," or "Boss Jiang, I can't take it anymore, please spare me," paired with her bashful, tearful expression?
In my sight, the man was still wearing his pinstriped shirt neatly, with even the top button buttoned up. He looked both gentle and ascetic.
Who knew that he actually liked to hear this kind of...dirty talk.
Jiang Zongye touched his thin lips with the tip of his tongue, moistening them and savoring them.
The lights were turned off that night. Under his palms, she felt as soft as cotton and as weak as boneless. Every time he teased her, she would cry out "Brother" and beg him to spare her.
The delicate cry that came from the depths of her throat was as sweet as a swan's last song.
"Just call me brother more often in bed. Just like last time." Jiang Zongye's Adam's apple rolled and he added in a hoarse voice.
“…”
Like last time?
Call him brother?
Qiao Ruoying was stunned. That night, she had been half asleep and half awake, and had never called him "brother" in bed. Why would Jiang Zongye make this request?
Qiao Ruoying's heart beat faster as her mind raced.
Only then did she realize that what she had called that night was not "brother" but "gege", and Jiang Zong was kept in the dark the whole time, thinking that she was calling him.
Qiao Ruoying's breathing became rapid, and fine sweat appeared on her back, making her white T-shirt stick tightly to her back.
If Jiang Zong also knew that she had been calling out to another man the entire night she was under him, and that he had also been treating her with tenderness and affection...
Jiang Zong would also throw her out of the car, right?
Although he was smiling and approachable now, she had seen him lose his temper with his subordinates. Qiao Ruoying immediately made a decision:
No matter what, she couldn't let Boss Jiang find out that she was immersed in delivery that night and was imagining another man the whole time.
Thinking this way, Jiang Zong felt quite aggrieved. As the president of Taehyung Group, he was actually mistaken for another man's stand-in. It turned out that she was playing "stand-in literature" that night. If the current situation was not too dangerous, Qiao Ruoying really wanted to give herself a thumbs up.
"Are you shy?" Seeing that she didn't speak for a long time, Jiang Zong also whispered, stroking her delicate back with his big hand.
"You're sweating so much." He laughed at her and reached out to turn down the air conditioning knob on the center console.
“…”
Qiao Ruoying's back was stiff, not knowing what to say.
Fortunately, her cheeks were red and hot, and a thin layer of sweat beads covered her delicate forehead. Jiang Zong also looked at the hazy and dazed look on her face, and his heart was moved.
Is she shy? Is he shy when she calls him "brother"?
Or I'm shy because of him.
This realization made Jiang Zong feel happier.
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The Bentley drove out of the city center and arrived at Zuoqiao Road. The scenery outside the window changed from high-rise buildings to old residential buildings with mottled walls. Black electric wires were tangled like balls of wool, weaving between the walls.
The asphalt road was bumpy and the car body was shaking, but fortunately there was an anti-shock system, so sitting in the car was still as smooth as walking on flat ground.
Qiao Ruoying sat in the car, fastening her seat belt firmly, smelling the aroma of grapefruit and lemon. The air-conditioning was fresh and refreshing, blowing on her skin without feeling dry or tight.
She looked out the window.
Under the cover of night, the crowd of people riding electric scooters outside the car window had numb faces, and the people filing out of the subway entrance were dragging their tired bodies, as if they had been drained of their energy.
She vaguely realized that she was also one of the millions of ordinary people, squeezing into the subway with sleepy eyes, surrounded by people on all sides, trapped in the smell of human sweat, and trying hard not to be squeezed by the rude opposite sex - this was her original life.
She and Jiang Zongye, a pampered young man from a wealthy family and the president of a group who had never left the city center or squeezed into a subway, were not from the same world. His shirt was ironed neatly without a wrinkle, and he had never even left the city center or squeezed into a subway.
Even after realizing this, she didn't get depressed. Instead, she puffed out her chest with pride: she had relied on her own efforts to squeeze into a good university, came to the big platform of Taehyung, and enjoyed some good things.
So what if it’s not the same world?
Her world has its own splendor, and it's great as long as you enjoy, experience and go through it.
"How are you going to eat later?" Jiang Zong also played with a strand of her long hair, wrapping the flexible hair between his middle and ring fingers.
Qiao Ruoying: "I bought some vegetables and meat and will cook something simple when I get back to my rental house tonight."
"Okay then." Jiang Zong also touched his chin.
Sometimes, he thought the girl was smart, and sometimes he thought she was stupid and couldn't judge the situation.
Whenever she said, "I haven't decided what to eat for dinner yet," he would arrange her dinner as well. But she couldn't even say this.
-
Wednesday is the day that working people hate the most.
Looking forward, the week is barely halfway over, and looking back, the weekend is still a long way off.
Since meeting Jiang Zongye in the conference room on Monday, Qiao Ruoying has not seen him in the company.
Taehyung's company is very big and has branches everywhere; Jiang Zong is also the president of the group and he will not always stay in the office.
Qiao Ruoying was young and in good health. After applying the ointment for two days, her fever and swelling subsided.
After get off work in the evening, adhering to the principle of "upward management, proactive communication, and regular reporting of work progress", she sent a message to Jiang Zongye's private WeChat.
"Mr. Jiang, thank you for the ointment. The swelling has gone down and the fever is gone."
Five minutes later, the avatar named "Old Man" sent a message: "Sounds like you're in a hurry?"
She is very anxious. What is she anxious about?
Qiao Ruoying was confused.
When you think carefully about what you said, "The swelling has gone down and the fever is gone", how is it like the prey telling the hunter, "I have been washed clean and am lying on the chopping block waiting for your favor"?
Qiao Ruoying held her forehead with her hand. That wasn't what she really meant; she just wanted to "manage upwards."
Sakura swayed, "I'm not in a hurry. I thought you were, so I came to report."
Old man: "I'm not in a hurry."
Then, he sent a location and door number. Qiao Ruoying looked closely and saw that it was the address of the Bulgari Hotel.
She was speechless.
Jiang Zongye said in the previous sentence that "he is not in a hurry", and in the next sentence he immediately sent the hotel location. Can this still be called not in a hurry?
The author has something to say:
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Yingbao: (Oops, wrong person [melted][melted]) (What if the big boss knows the truth?) (Blushing with nervousness)
Boss Jiang: She blushed after I teased her twice. She's so shy. She must have succumbed to my charm. She's like a little kitten. I love it. [Haha] [Haha]
Si Si: ...I won’t tell you who is stupid and who likes to imagine [covering face and peeking][covering face and peeking]
I won't tell you who the dumb baby is, I'm just wondering why no cutie left a comment. After some research I discovered that comments need to be opened manually. I feel like I've missed out on a billion.
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