Chapter 9 Jealousy "The company has a dress code."
Qiao Ruoying fell asleep as soon as she touched the pillow. The silk bedding was smooth and close to her skin, and she slept very soundly.
The next day, she woke up at just six o'clock.
With the help of a ray of sunlight coming through the curtains, she propped herself up and saw Jiang Zongye still sleeping beside her.
The man was sleeping with his eyes closed. His sleeping face was quiet and handsome, with a sharp jaw and a smooth profile. He lacked the aggressive arrogance he had during the day. Wrapped in the soft sheets, he looked particularly cool and noble.
There was a pillow between them.
Qiao Ruoying recalled that there was no pillow here before she slept.
This pillow must have been placed there by Jiang Zongye, probably to prevent the two from having further intimate contact in their sleep.
It clearly reveals their relationship:
Their bodies can be so close that they can fully enjoy the pleasure of physical instincts, but they are still distant emotionally.
Qiao Ruoying had no objection to this, but instead thought it was very reasonable.
She got out of bed quietly, changed her clothes, and her mind was full of "how to get the best deal from Bulgari today."
She went downstairs and came to the bar. She tried the coconut milk, orange juice and watermelon juice brought by the waiter, took the swimsuit provided by the waiter, changed into it, and slowly walked down to the bathing area.
The bathing area is paved with small tiles of gold foil and emerald. There are spotlights in the water. The flickering lights make the pool sparkle and shimmer with clouds and mist, just like the fairyland of Penglai.
Even though it was early morning, there were already several girls in bikinis occupying the sauna, striking various poses and taking photos with the "BVLGARI" logo.
Qiao Ruoying placed the coconut milk on the floating tray and sipped it.
At this time, apart from her, a customer who got up early to enjoy the bargains, why did they also get up so early?
After watching for a while, she concluded: These are internet celebrities who came to the Bulgari venue to take photos.
Half an hour later, more men came to swim in the bathhouse, and it became completely lively.
It was at this time that Qiao Ruoying received a call from Jiang Zongye.
"Where are you? Where did you go so early in the morning?"
"Mr. Jiang, I'm here at the bathhouse. Would you like to come down with me? We can even use the sauna."
Jiang Zong was also tired of the sauna and said in a low voice:
"No, come up."
She goes up? Qiao Ruoying hesitated for a moment. She didn't want to go up yet. Jiang Zong also heard the hesitation in her silence and said without hesitation: "You stay there, I'll pick you up."
Jiang Zong also hung up the phone, casually put on a sports T-shirt and a pair of sports shorts, put on slippers, and hurried out of the room.
Although he had booked a long-term suite at Bulgari, he never left the bathhouse once.
He doesn't like this kind of place shared by many people because he thinks it's dirty.
Besides, the villas and properties accumulated by the Jiang family over generations come with bathing facilities as standard. He has enjoyed all the good bathing facilities, so why does he have to squeeze with others?
It was really thanks to Qiao Ruoying that he was able to go to a place like a public bath today.
The bathing area was filled with steam and the lights were dim. Jiang Zong also lifted the magnetic curtain, and the hot and humid steam rushed onto his body.
He looked around the lobby but didn't see Qiao Ruoying.
However, many socialites who were taking pictures suddenly saw a tall and handsome man walking in. The tight T-shirt showed off his neat frame, broad shoulders, narrow waist, and flat abdominal muscles; under his shorts were a pair of long legs, his gastrocnemius muscles were tight and beautiful, and his male hormones were full.
The socialites had such a sharp eye that they could tell at a glance that Jiang Zong was also a top-tier asset, rich, free, and handsome. Anything they could get from him would be enough for them to live a carefree life.
In an instant, several young ladies became restless.
One of them, relying on her tall stature and hot body, brushed her waist-length hair and walked straight forward.
"Sir, I can't swim. Can you teach me?"
Jiang Zong also frowned.
He had such a keen eye that he could tell at a glance that these were the "outskirt girls" who had been lurking in luxury hotels for a long time to snipe at wealthy men. The group that was circulating online about "group buying Givenchy stockings and taking photos with Lafite red wine" were them.
“I can’t teach you.”
He walked right past her.
When had the long-haired socialite ever been rejected so bluntly? She felt a little embarrassed, her face turning red and white, but her eyes continued to follow him.
Jiang Zong also turned around a pillar and fixed his burning gaze.
In the almost transparent pool, there is a glowing white figure, rising and falling with the waves, and two straight and slender legs break through the water surface, swaying constantly.
She is tall, slim, with a soft waist and skin as white as milk. Who else could it be but Qiao Ruoying?
Most of her slender back, waist and legs were exposed, covered only by a thin swimsuit strap and the pocket of her swimming trunks. Jiang Zong also frowned, walked to the end of the swimming lane and half-knelt down. When Qiao Ruoying swam back to the shore, he was quick to grab her wrist.
"Come up."
Qiao Ruoying looked up and saw him through her goggles. She obediently went ashore, lifted the connection of the goggles to the top of her head with one hand, and took them off. There was an indentation on the side of her nose caused by the goggles.
The moment she broke through the water and rose up, she was just like a lotus emerging from the water or a crabapple blossom just waking up.
For a moment, all the male animals in the bathing area cast their eyes on her without any concealment.
Jiang Zong's Adam's apple also rolled slightly. When he noticed the other men's gazes, which were glued to her like glue, he couldn't help but get angry, and his full chest rose and fell.
The man took a large clean bath towel from the laundry basket, draped it over her creamy shoulders, and said without hesitation:
"Put it on."
"Thank you, Mr. Jiang."
Qiao Ruoying was flattered, thinking that the big boss was worried that she would catch a cold. She tugged at the bath towel, and her lychee eyes, which were washed especially bright by the water, were filled with gratitude.
“…”
She didn't even realize that a man was staring at her, which made Jiang Zong even angrier.
Coming out of the swimming pool, without the obstruction of water ripples, her curves were even more clearly outlined by her swimsuit.
Jiang Zong also snorted and did not accept her thanks. She was wearing a Freud-colored bikini swimsuit, which showed off her round breasts and buttocks and slim waist.
Freud color is rose red.
This rose red is too bright and warm, and it would look tacky on ordinary people, but she is white and plump enough, so she is very eye-catching when she wears it.
It's so eye-catching, it would be strange if men didn't notice it.
Jiang Zong also thought of this and his temper flared up even more. He suppressed his anger and said:
"Why are you wearing such a revealing swimsuit?"
"Lew? The waiter gave it to me."
Qiao Ruoying glanced down at herself - she didn't think it was revealing, at least all three points were covered, okay?
This swimsuit was left over from other customers, so she had no choice.
She had no sense of dressing conservatively.
Jiang Zongye's forehead veins jumped a few times, and he suppressed his voice and said, "Taehyung has a dress code. You must dress appropriately and elegantly. You can't wear weird clothes."
“…”
Qiao Ruoying opened her eyes wide and looked at him with disbelief in her eyes.
What is the company dress code?
It's the weekend, okay? She's not at work. Besides, how can a bikini be considered "weird clothing" in a bathing place?
Of course, she only dared to complain silently in her heart.
Who says Jiang Zong is also the boss?
Whatever the boss says is right.
"Yes, Mr. Jiang, I understand. I will change my clothes later." Qiao Ruoying said obediently.
Hearing her tone so obedient, just like a kitten curled up on someone's lap and gently rubbing against someone's palm, Jiang Zong immediately calmed down and softened his tone:
"You like swimming and saunas. Next time, I'll take you to a different place, a private one."
In such public places, there are too many opposite sexes, and they are all fickle-minded. Jiang Zong also seems to be able to feel the eyes of those men full of primitive desires like mucus, throwing towards Qiao Ruoying.
This made him very unhappy, but he couldn't go up and dig out the other person's eyes, so he could only suppress his anger.
After hearing that there was a private swimming pool and sauna to enjoy, Qiao Ruoying's eyes lit up.
"Thank you, Mr. Jiang."
"Let's go back."
Instead of grabbing her slender fingers, he held her wrist, and the two of them walked away one after the other through the tall Collins columns.
Under the Corinthian columns full of ancient Greek style, a man walked by holding the hand of a woman. He was tall and handsome, and she was fair-skinned and slender, as if they were characters walking out of an oil painting. The wall lamps cast a hazy shadow over them.
The two of them are a perfect match, a handsome man and a beautiful woman.
Qiao Ruoying's wrist was tightly grasped by Jiang Zongye, and she couldn't break free at all.
She could feel that the eyes of all the women by the swimming pool were following her and Jiang Zongye, pouring them over her head like cream over a cake, with envy mixed with jealousy.
Arriving at the entrance of the bathhouse, Jiang Zong also bent down, accurately found the slippers she had worn from the mountain of shoes, and handed them to her feet.
As long as she lifted her feet, her white and soft feet would slide into the slippers perfectly.
Qiao Ruoying was slightly surprised.
She was the subordinate, and Jiang Zongye was the superior. Wasn't the relationship of "superiority and inferiority" reversed? She should have bent down to get his slippers and handed him his shoes.
"Boss Jiang, this kind of small matter should be done by me."
Qiao Ruoying saw that Jiang Zongye's slippers had not been taken away yet, so she hurriedly squatted down to help him find the slippers.
Before she had completely squatted down, he grabbed her upper arm with his hand, lifted her up, and made her stand like a doll.
"What little thing should you do? Something as simple as helping your boss put on his slippers?"
Jiang Zong also stared at her, stretched out his hand and tapped her forehead, which was as delicate as porcelain, giving her a slap.
There was a slight pain in my forehead.
Qiao Ruoying opened her eyes with distinct black and white, and her eyelashes, as thick as crow feathers, trembled.
She actually didn't quite understand what Jiang Zongye meant.
Was this an expression of dissatisfaction with her for not getting him slippers in time?
But it sounds like that is not the case.
The sultry water vapor kept pouring towards the two of them, sticking wetly to her body, making it hard for her to breathe, like a fish exposed to the air and lacking oxygen.
She and Jiang Zong just stood quietly at the door of the bathhouse, with the transparent magnetic curtain behind them, looking at each other.
The steam rose to her ears, separating him from her, keeping them far away.
She heard his voice coming from afar, like the wind in the pine trees, resonating in her arms.
"Qiao Ruoying, you are an independent individual. We are not master and servant, and I don't need anyone to help me get my slippers."
This is what Jiang Zongye meant.
Don’t do these things to serve him anymore in the future.
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On the way back to the suite, Qiao Ruoying was pondering the meaning of Boss Jiang's words.
Does this mean that he is an arrogant and ruthless capitalist, but not a feudal landlord, and she is not his servant, who does not need to help him get slippers, but only needs to work hard for the company in the workplace?
However. Qiao Ruoying lifted the elastic straps of her swimsuit with her hands and flicked them gently.
Just now in the bathhouse, Jiang Zongye even brought up the "company dress code" to pressure her, asking her not to wander around the pool in a bikini.
Therefore, she doubted whether Jiang Zongye could distinguish the boundaries of the workplace.
It seems he can't quite tell the difference. Or are the capitalists just too cunning, trying to trap everyone in the "workplace"?
"Why did you run downstairs so early in the morning?" Jiang Zongye's voice suddenly rang out in the elevator with a mirror as smooth as gilded gold. It was cold, as if it had been soaked in ice water at minus eight degrees Celsius.
“When I got up, there was only one person beside me…”
After saying this, Jiang Zong also felt something was wrong and suddenly stopped talking. Why did he say this like a complaining young wife?
What is he complaining about?
Jiang Zong also cursed himself in his heart.
“…”
Qiao Ruoying was a little speechless. Look, what did she say? She said that Jiang Zong also couldn't distinguish the boundaries of the workplace, right?
He had just finished complaining when he immediately showed it.
Only feudal uncles need someone to wait for them when they get up.
Qiao Ruoying swallowed her complaints and said sincerely, "Boss Jiang, I was wrong. I won't get up and run around anymore."
She would wait obediently in the room for him to wake up.
Besides, she was confident that she was just dazzled by the novel material conditions. When Jiang Zongye brought her here for the Nth time, her novelty would wear off, and even thunder and lightning would not be able to wake her up from her bed.
She will definitely get up later than Jiang Zongye in the future.
Back in the suite, Qiao Ruoying went to the bathroom to take a shower.
Hearing the sound of water dripping in the bathroom, he imagined her holding her breath under the shower, her face becoming clearer and clearer as the water washed it, her skin rosy and blooming like a crabapple flower watered by dew. Jiang Zong's desire, which had originally faded, was rekindled.
Especially, thinking of the looks those men in the bathhouse gave her... For a moment, Jiang Zong's brows gathered into a sinister look, wishing he could ruthlessly beat her...
In the bathroom.
Qiao Ruoying wiped the water droplets from her face and wrapped herself up like a Swiss roll in her bathrobe. Her fingers, white and wrinkled from being soaked in the water, opened the bathroom door. Her vision darkened, and Jiang Zongye's tall body came straight down. He put one hand on her shoulder and pushed her against the glass door.
With her back pressed against the cold glass door, Qiao Ruoying looked up in a daze and, not surprisingly, came into Jiang Zongye's sight.
The man's peach blossom eyes, embedded in his three-dimensional brow bones, were scarlet at the corners, filled with undisguised desire, direct and straightforward.
"Don't forget, three times a night, you still have two to make up."
Jiang Zong also swallowed deeply and moved his Adam's apple. The three-dimensional and full Adam's apple rolled up and down, and every roll was like an attractive and deadly poison.
"Mr. Jiang, I haven't forgotten." Qiao Ruoying moved her eyes away from his Adam's apple, feeling a little flustered.
She hesitated, but finally spoke out. "That is, can the duration of each session be shortened?"
She couldn't handle four hours of work.
"How long will it take to shorten it?" Jiang Zongye narrowed his eyes slightly, and moved his big hand to her collarbone, touching it, which felt very numb.
There were still messy fingerprints on it from last night.
In his mind, she appeared in the bathing pool just now, rising like a lotus flower, the rose-red swimsuit perfectly outlining her, with a natural charm.
He knew there was a rose called Freud, Lancome's official rose, with a warm, gorgeous and seductive velvet color.
Before, he thought this color was too gaudy and noisy, but today he realized that it was because this color had not found a master who could control it. Qiao Ruoying seemed to be born for Freud's color.
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Boss Jiang: Why are you all looking at my wife? You don’t have wives? Go home and look after your own! [Angry][Angry][Angry] (Hugs Yingying) (Carries her away)
Yingbao: What kind of old man is this from ancient times? He won't even let me wear a bikini? [Question mark][Question mark]
Although Boss Jiang realized that Yingying was very suitable for Floyd roses, it took a long time before he gave her the first bouquet of Floyd roses, until he truly regarded Jiang Yingying as his girlfriend.
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