Chapter 86 Spring Festival "You silly girl."
She cried and said it was dirty, but it was no use. He had already bent down very persistently and did this for her. It was intimate and very natural.
This was a completely different feeling from last night. If last night was a violent storm, carrying a madness that wanted to destroy everything, melting her and causing her soul to disappear into the universe time and time again... then today was like a gentle spring breeze, and every inch of her bones seemed to be softened and melted by this continuous drizzle.
So when the doorbell rang "ding dong ding dong", Qiao Ruoying's heart was beating as fast as a deer that encountered a hunter in the forest.
The ringing of the bell seemed to mean the breaking of the safe environment, which made her adjust to the most locked-down state, while Jiang Zong was still exerting pressure on her.
The moment she arrived, her head felt like a mess, her heartbeat accelerated to an insane level, and she felt incontinence and drowning all at once.
"You're such a jerk, baby."
Jiang Zong also laughed at her softly. As the doorbell rang one after another, he slowly raised his head, and the corners of his lips had a kind of nonchalant grace.
The tip of her high nose seemed to still be stained with her...
He grabbed a tissue, wiped it with it, and then went to the living room to open the door.
Qiao Ruoying sobbed as she came back to her senses from the overwhelming feeling of drowning. It felt like a vein was pulling at her temples, and her head ached slightly.
Her eyes were glued to Jiang Zongye's tall and straight back as she watched him walk towards the door step by step.
Jiang Zong just went to open the door for Ada. Ada shouldn't notice anything unusual, right?
Qiao Ruoying tried to sit up in bed. In the sliver of sunlight, she saw a darker rim on the pearly silk sheets, and traces of wetness all over.
So embarrassing, it was all her fault.
Jiang Zong also closed the door and came back. Looking at the traces of her indulgence on the silk sheets, he felt a huge sense of satisfaction in his heart. He was satisfied that he could make her like this, making her limbs spasm and climb...
The man couldn't suppress the secret joy at the corner of his lips, but he said jokingly:
"It's time to wash Xiaoying's sheets."
Qiao Ruoying looked at the obvious mark, and a sweet fragrance drifted into her nose. She couldn't help but feel her heart skip a beat when she heard Jiang Zongye's teasing.
He even wanted to... wash it himself. Even if he wanted to, she was too embarrassed to wash it for him.
"There's a washing machine to wash it, so you don't have to wash it by hand." She replied hesitantly. Jiang Zong also hugged her from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder and leaning in slightly.
The man's low and hoarse voice was just below her earlobe, rustling and magnetic, and it gradually penetrated into her ear.
"I rub it with my hands first, then put it in the washing machine."
As the president of a group, for her, not only did he condescend to live in a small apartment, but now he has to wash the sheets soiled by her by hand in the cramped bathroom of the small apartment. Just thinking about this scene is funny.
However, if Jiang Zong liked her, she would not stop him. She could just treat it as a rehearsal for her future husband with a "husband-like" feeling.
When the words "husband feeling" and "husband" popped up in her mind, she herself was "skimped":
What's going on?
Before we even start thinking about our future life, we're already fantasizing about it.
"Baby, lie down, I'll apply medicine for you." Jiang Zong was also playing with a tube of ointment in his palm, not knowing what Qiao Ruoying was thinking at the moment.
If he could read her mind and knew what she was thinking at that moment, wouldn't he be so happy?
After applying the ointment, Jiang Zong was in a very good mood. He leisurely teased her, saying "Yingying is a little white tiger", which made her very embarrassed. She wanted to kick him hard with her ankles on his shoulders and make him fall on his back.
But if he really fell on his back, she would not be able to bear it, as she would be heartbroken, so she just thought about it in her heart.
This morning, the group’s senior executives will return to the company to gather for the final pre-year review meeting.
Qiao Ruoying was thinking about this, so she quickly got out of bed after applying the ointment. But as soon as her fair feet touched the ground and she tried to stand up, her legs gave way and she almost fell to her knees on the waxed wooden floor.
There was still a faint pain deep in the solar plexus.
Jiang Zong also reached out steadily and supported her shoulders.
"You are in this state now, don't go to the meeting." Jiang Zongye saw her pressing her solar plexus with her hand and gave a direct order.
"Can I really not go?" Qiao Ruoying was skeptical.
"Well, I'll ask for leave for you."
“…”
The big boss asked for leave for her, which is a waste of talent.
Qiao Ruoying thought about it carefully and agreed. After all, her walking posture was a little crabby now. Was she going to the company meeting with this posture because she was afraid that others would not know how indulgent they were last night?
"Wait," she remembered something, pulled the sleeve of his pajamas, and stood on tiptoe to look at his neck.
The man had a straight and strong figure, wrapped in the light grey pajamas he wore last night. The soft lines of the pajamas made him look a bit casual and unrestrained. On his cold and straight neck, two red strawberries were printed on the side of his Adam's apple, like plum blossoms blooming on his cold and white skin.
It was left by her putting her lips on it and sucking hard last night.
"Wear a high-necked dress to cover it up." She looked at the red spot.
Jiang Zong also stood in front of the dressing mirror, slightly raised his strong and handsome chin, and pinched the red spot on his neck with his long fingers.
He had no sense of shame. Instead, he felt secretly happy when he saw the strawberry marks she had left on him.
This marked him.
Marking his entire being as hers.
He even wanted to wear a low-necked shirt so that everyone in the company could see clearly that he was a man who was already taken.
However, Xiaoying asked him to cover it up, so she just covered it up and asked for some benefits at the same time.
Jiang Zongye curled his lips, lowered his eyes and looked at her lazily, putting on a bit of a rogue look:
"Then Yingying, help me find a suitable dress."
Qiao Ruoying glared at him. She knew old men were good at bargaining. Even though she thought this in her heart, she walked to the dressing room in the second bedroom, her fingertips skimming over the neatly hung clothes, occasionally pulling one out to examine the style and fit, her eyes serious.
The clean clothes exude the soft and luxurious fragrance of detergent, and the fabric has a hint of woody fragrance, which smells very comfortable.
Having been influenced by Jiang Zongye during this period, her aesthetic taste has also improved a lot. She took out a black turtleneck sweater with fine stitching and handed it to him, imagining that after he put it on, his shoulders would hold up the sweater, and he would roll up his sleeves to reveal a pair of strong and thin arms.
Jiang Zong also stood there holding his clothes.
Seeing this, Qiao Ruoying poked his elbow and said angrily, "You don't want me to help you put it on, do you?"
Jiang Zong also stared at her for a second, then curled his lips: "No need."
After saying this, without any exaggeration, he grabbed the collar of his pajamas with one hand and pulled them up. The hem of the pajamas moved up, revealing a tight and strong waist. The thin muscles on it contracted and stretched with his breathing, and the lines were tight and sharp.
Did this person do this on purpose?
Play the peacock show in front of her?
He didn't even ask to change his clothes.
Qiao Ruoying quickly looked away, her cheeks flushed.
After Jiang Zong changed his clothes, he took out a fine linen, single-breasted cashmere coat from the closet and handed it to her. "Put it on when you go back home, don't catch a cold."
Ten minutes later.
Jiang Zong also set off for the company. Qiao Ruoying yawned and took small crab steps as she returned to her small apartment next door.
Sirius5 carried Jiang Zongye to the company and slid smoothly into the garage.
In the conference room, Li Shengjie, Ren Song, Dong Qing and others were present and sitting in their seats, each with a cup of Starbucks iced American coffee in hand.
Snow was falling, red lanterns hung from tree branches, and decorative trees were erected in the group's rest area, creating an atmosphere of prosperity and good fortune. The Spring Festival atmosphere was already strong, and the executives were eager to return home, but seeing Jason still so focused on his work was somewhat inspiring.
The assistant pushed open the heavy carved rosewood door of the conference room, and Jiang Zong slowly walked in. Instantly, the executives straightened their backs.
Thirty seconds left before the meeting began. Jiang Zong also slowly glanced at the only empty chair in the room and said slowly, "Queenie from the Administration Department has requested leave today."
The atmosphere remained unchanged. Executives flipped through their notes, opened their laptops, and yet, inwardly, they were all like screaming chickens.
Last night, they all watched Jiang Zongye carry Qiao Ruoying into the car. Qiao Ruoying was drunk. They were adults, so didn't they know what was going to happen that night?
Especially Li Shengjie, he glanced at Jiang Zongye's neck calmly.
Wow, he's wearing a turtleneck sweater, and it's obvious that he's hiding something.
Jason was bitten by the little wild cat last night?
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The next day is the 28th day of the twelfth lunar month, and Qiao Ruoying plans to take the high-speed rail back to Huaxian on this day.
Jiang Zongye sent her to the high-speed rail station. The two sat in the Maybach. Jiang Zongye had a thin gray computer spread out on his legs. He tapped the keyboard with his fingers from time to time, and his cell phone kept ringing.
Whenever the phone rang, he had to pick it up and give a few brief instructions.
Qiao Ruoying sat beside him, gently pinching the corner of his clothes with her fingers. She had originally wanted to talk more with Jiang Zongye in the car, but now it seemed that she couldn't say anything.
She counted on her fingers and found that this holiday was from the 28th day of the twelfth lunar month to the 8th day of the first lunar month. They couldn't see each other for at least ten days. Jiang Zong didn't even take the opportunity to kiss and hug her in the car. This was not like him at all!
Since he didn't have this idea, Qiao Ruoying followed his example, took out the document Mary sent her and read it carefully. She was so focused on reading that she arrived at the high-speed rail station in a short while.
After they said goodbye, Jiang Zongye told her to be careful on the road, and Qiao Ruoying entered the platform. As she passed through security, she glanced out the window and saw Jiang Zongye, dressed in a Burberry khaki trench coat, standing tall and slender, a striking figure among the crowd.
His gaze was always directed in her direction.
Their eyes met in the air, and Qiao Ruoying's heart moved.
Jiang Zongye arranged a first-class seat for her on the high-speed rail, which had spacious seats and a quiet environment.
Five hours later, the high-speed train arrived in Huaxian County, and Qiao Ruoying got off. Passing by a convenience store in front of the high-speed train station, she went in to buy a bottle of water. While checking out, she bumped into a middle-aged woman.
The middle-aged woman had a low bun, willow-shaped eyebrows, almond-shaped eyes, cherry lips and a delicate nose. She had a very classical appearance, but her eye sockets were sunken and the corners of her lips drooped. There was a sense of fatigue in her delicate facial features, and her down jacket was wrinkled.
Qiao Ruoying felt that she looked familiar and couldn't help but take a few more glances at her——
Just then, this woman also looked over and met her gaze. There was confusion in her eyes, as if she was also trying to figure out who Qiao Ruoying was.
Soon, it seemed that the woman recognized Qiao Ruoying's identity and turned away a little coldly, as if she didn't want Qiao Ruoying to see her embarrassment at the moment.
Qiao Ruoying walked out of the convenience store with a bottle of mineral water and took two steps before she realized:
Wasn’t the middle-aged woman just now her aunt, her biological father’s sister Cen Shuang?
Objectively speaking, Aunt Cen Shuang was one of the few people in the Cen family who treated her and her daughter well.
In the past, when Ms. Qiao Li had a quarrel with Cen Guangsheng, she and Qiao Ruoqi were frightened and burped from hunger. Cen Shuang couldn't bear it, so she would take the two sisters away and cook fried rice for them.
But later, Ms. Qiao Li and Cen Guangsheng successfully divorced. After all, Cen Shuang was a member of the Cen family, so they cut off contact with Cen Shuang.
But...why does Aunt Cen Shuang look so haggard now? Could something have happened to the Cen family?
Qiao Ruoying shrugged and quickly put the thought behind her. She was raised by her mother and had never spent a penny of her father's money. Whether her scumbag father's family was rich or poor now was none of her business.
The days of going home are happy. When Ms. Qiao Li saw her eldest daughter coming back, she first held her face and looked at her left and right, then said, "You've lost weight," and then went into the kitchen to busy herself. The family of three cooked six dishes for dinner, including tomato beef brisket, braised lamb, ginger and spicy chicken feet, braised yellow croaker, mouth-watering chicken and stir-fried lettuce. Each dish was Qiao Ruoying's favorite.
At nightfall.
A chandelier hangs from the ceiling, the light is lemon yellow like honey. Each dish is served on a white porcelain plate with a blue rim, the top of the plate is filled with oil. The delicious food is salty and fresh. The aroma of the ingredients is stimulated by the oil and heat, rushing into people's noses.
Sisters Qiao Ruoying and Ruoqi picked up their chopsticks and ate with relish, until the corners of their lips were covered with a layer of shiny oil.
Qiao Li picked up a piece of fish with chopsticks, but did not put it into her mouth immediately. Instead, she looked at her two beautiful daughters with a satisfied smile on her lips.
"Sister, you see, as soon as you came back, you immediately replaced me and became mom's new favorite." Qiao Ruoqi stuffed a piece of beef brisket in her mouth, biting it so hard that her cheeks bulged like a little squirrel, and her tone became sticky.
"You've been enjoying yourself at home for so many days, and you don't even allow me to come back and snatch two days from you." Qiao Ruoying retorted with a smile.
At the dinner table, the mother and daughter naturally talked about Qiao Ruoying's promotion and Qiao Ruoqi's studying abroad.
Qiao Ruoying was about to tell her mother, "I have prepared some funds for Xiaoqi to study abroad," but she heard Xiaoqi excitedly say:
"Sister, I've been waiting to tell you this good news—I've received a scholarship worth three million, which is enough to cover all my expenses abroad."
"I'm so awesome! I'm the only one who got this scholarship!"
"Also, the name of the scholarship is 'Yingluo Scholarship'. It's actually related to you, sister!"
Qiao Ruoqi chattered excitedly.
Qiao Ruoying paused chewing. Three million was a generous sum, and only Qiao Ruoying received the scholarship. Furthermore, the scholarship was called the "Yingluo Scholarship."
Suddenly, the man's tall and handsome figure and his nonchalant smile appeared in my mind.
Backstage at the annual meeting, Ge Yunfei asked, "The ying in Qiao Ruoying is the ying in cherry blossoms, right?" At that time, Jiang Zong also replied, "It is the ying in yingluo, which represents beautiful jade."
So, could it be that the scholarship that Qiao Ruoqi received was a form of "abuse of public power for personal gain" by Jiang Zongye?
Thinking of this, Qiao Ruoying unconsciously pressed harder on the chopsticks, pressing until her fingertips turned white. She asked her sister, "When did you get this scholarship?"
Qiao Ruoqi bit her chopsticks and thought carefully. "Two weeks after New Year's Day, our counselor suddenly informed us that a scholarship established by a private philanthropist through a foundation was available to us juniors. I didn't hold out much hope at the time, so I just filled out the application..."
Two weeks after New Year's Day. Wasn't that the time when she and Jiang Zongye broke up?
It was established by a private philanthropist.
Jiang Zongye, Jiang Zongye, she called his name softly in her heart, and her heart was about to melt into one.
How much more has he done for her in corners that she doesn't know about?
Because her mother and sister were present, Qiao Ruoying tried her best to control her emotions and just stuffed the tomato beef brisket into her mouth in big mouthfuls.
After dinner, Qiao Ruoqi quickly rushed to wash the dishes, and Qiao Ruoying dragged her suitcase and held her cell phone back to the room.
She turned on her computer and searched for "Yingluo Scholarship" online. The entry popped up, but it was still empty, as no one had created it yet.
She stood up from her computer and pulled open the ice-berry pink star-shaped curtains in her small room. The glass window became a frame. Outside, snowflakes were falling, and the bushes in the neighborhood were all covered with a thick layer of snow, like fat snow rabbits squatting on the ground.
Looking at the falling snowflakes, Qiao Ruoying couldn't help it anymore and called Jiang Zongye.
The phone rang three times before being picked up. The man's voice was deep, hoarse, and seemed to contain a hint of joy: "Yingying."
This familiar voice hit her eardrums. She hadn't seen him for a whole day, but it felt like a long time had passed. Why couldn't she talk to Jiang Zongye more in the Maybach?
How can talking over the phone be as good as talking face to face?
The girl's voice trembled as she asked directly, "Did you set up the Yingluo Scholarship that my sister won?"
"Well, Xiaoying is finally smart for once."
Jiang Zong also spoke frankly.
But what he was thinking in his heart was, Yingying, you silly girl. When she broke up with him, she did so decisively. The next day, she sent back all the things he had given her, but she only asked for one million.
He knew her too well. If she hadn't needed it urgently, she probably wouldn't even take the one million, but would have returned it all to him.
This one million must have been left by her for her younger sister to study abroad, right?
Since this is her wish, he will help her fulfill it.
"You silly girl." He recalled her determination at that time and couldn't help but whisper. Yingying at that time was so silly that it made him feel distressed. Why didn't she know how to get more out of him?
"You just praised me for being smart, and now you're calling me stupid." Qiao Ruoying sniffed, her voice both irritated and coquettish, "So am I stupid, or smart?"
"Yingying is right," Jiang Zong also suppressed a smile and said, "Great foolishness appears to be wisdom."
Foolish but appearing wise? Qiao Ruoying blinked her long, slender eyelashes. She had never heard of this phrase before. She had only heard of "wise but appearing foolish," which described someone who was intelligent and talented, but acted foolishly. So, "foolish but appearing wise" was the opposite, describing someone who appeared intelligent and talented, but was actually foolish?
Jiang Zong also thinks she is stupid?
"No, you are so stupid. You can't even catch a big fish in front of you." Jiang Zong also said lightly.
Even when a big fish like him jumped into her fishing net in front of her, she was willing to let him go. Isn't that stupid?
"Jiang, Zong, Ye," she called his name word by word, pretending to be angry.
"Do you believe I'm going to hit you?"
After a pause, she immediately thought that they were now in Hua County and Luo City respectively, tens of thousands of miles apart, and she couldn't hit him.
"You are just taking advantage of the fact that I can't hit you, right?" she snorted and asked back.
"No. If you want to hit me now, you can do it right away." Jiang Zong also spoke in a low voice with a serious tone.
"Should I reach out my hand through the phone? I wish I had the ability to travel through another dimension." She joked.
In this way, he could appear next to Jiang Zongye in a flash, just like the Apparition in Harry Potter.
But she heard Jiang Zong take a deep breath over there. She heard the ambiguous sound of his throat moving, and imagined that he was outside in the cold, his tongue lightly touching his thin lips, exhaling a cold air that turned into white smoke in the dry and cold air.
"I'm in Hua County now. Yingying, the snow in Hua County is really heavy."
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The author has something to say: Jiang Ge: If you don’t come to see me, I will go to see you. [狗头][狗头]
Xiaoying: What should I do? [Breaking down in tears] I'm falling for you. I don't want you to be so nice to me!
Brother Jiang: You are my wife. If I don’t treat you well, who else can I treat well? [pat head][pat head][calico cat head][calico cat head]
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