I'm so hungry, I'm late.
After carrying Jonathan back to the bedroom and settling him on the bed, Jiang Songhe went back to her room to change into the workout clothes she had bought at the mall while shopping for groceries, and started her new fitness routine: a morning run.
As she went downstairs, she encountered Tang Lan and Vasin at the elevator entrance. Jiang Songhe didn't know their names, only that they were Jonathan's doctor and bodyguard. Their appearance at this time must be to visit Jonathan and change his dressing.
They were unlikely to have much interaction in the future, so Jiang Songhe simply nodded and walked past them, secretly trying to save trouble. He temporarily referred to the two as "cute girl" and "beast".
After running ten kilometers, an hour later, Jiang Songhe returned to Room B on the top floor of the Tang Dynasty Hotel.
Considering that unauthorized personnel might enter and exit room A, Jiang Songhe did not leave the door open in order to find out the whereabouts of the injured.
After taking a shower, he launched DingTalk on his phone, checked internal work emails, made decisions one by one, and signed them online.
Then he sent a WeChat message to Jiang Songyun, informing him of the online platform and time for the Star Show preliminary replay. For the first time, he did not insist on going to deliver food to his younger brother. Instead, he waited until the afternoon, during Jingting's work hours, to tell the HR of Yunhe Entertainment to expedite Lin Duole's promotion.
After an afternoon of voice conferences promoting "Yan Ge Xing" in conjunction with the Star Show competition, it was already late in Man'er. Jiang Songhe stretched his aching shoulders and neck and finally locked his overheated phone.
A short while later, it unlocked again, and I searched for media news related to Janus.
The front page headlines all reported on Janus's near-miss attack on the top floor of the Tang Dynasty Hotel, with Jiang Songhe providing scrolling pictures. However, no photos of Jonah at the scene were seen, suggesting that TANG had secretly covered it up to maintain the perfect image of their artist.
My fingertips skimmed over some unimportant candid shots, then abruptly stopped on a portrait of a star contestant.
It turns out he's facing off against that brown-haired guy in the preliminary rounds against Jiang Songyun?!
Jiang Songhe strolled to the nearest dining table, pulled up a chair, sat down, turned the screen brightness to its highest setting, and began to read silently, word by word.
After being arrested, the contestant confessed to the police that he had misunderstood Janus and mistakenly believed that Janus had feelings for him that went beyond those between a contestant and a judge. He was shocked and angry at the unfair result of losing to a young and unprofessional opponent. In a moment of impulse, he followed the cleaning staff, stole the master card, and sneaked into Janus's room to hide, plotting revenge...
Jiang Songhe's hands were trembling slightly, and her mind was a little foggy. She glanced at the time on the screen: 21:39. She hadn't had time to eat all day, no wonder she had low blood sugar.
He made a quick and easy sandwich for two by working closely with the ingredients. He ate one sandwich as if it were chewing wax, then went to wash up. After washing up, he returned to his bedroom with a fleece blanket. At 10:06 p.m., he took the other sandwich and went to the door of the next room.
He wanted to knock, but then stopped.
You've already eaten, you're probably in bed, you have someone to keep you company, well, never mind...
Rub the edge of the plate and take two steps back.
But he gets scared, tired, hurts, and even sleepwalks.
Jiang Songhe silently took a step forward, grasped the doorknob, and gently turned it; the door opened.
...
There were no lights on in the room, so Jonathan must have been asleep.
Jiang Songhe crept into the kitchen in the dim light, put the sandwich in the refrigerator, then took the blanket she had brought with her to the living room. She lay down on the sofa with practiced ease, covered herself up, and closed her eyes.
Half an hour later, faint footsteps came from the direction of the kitchen hallway. Although slow, they grew closer and clearer, stopping in front of the living room sofa and then falling silent.
Jiang Songhe opened his eyes and saw a figure standing quietly at the end of the sofa. The face was blurred in the backlight, making it impossible for Jiang Songhe to discern the person's current state. Not daring to make a sound, he slowly lifted the corner of the blanket in front of him and waited quietly for the other person's next reaction.
A few minutes later, the figure crept into Jiang Songhe's territory face to face, naturally resting its head on his firm and warm arm. Although the light was dim, Jiang Songhe could still easily catch the deep, steady gaze in the person's eyes.
After a moment of unfocused, one-way staring, the gaze gradually moved closer. At the same time, Jiang Songhe felt a cool, rough touch pass through her armpit and press against the center of her shoulder blade, drawing the distance between her two chests closer.
The tip of my nose was then lightly brushed, like a small animal sniffing curiously and cautiously when it first tastes the thrill of hunting.
Once it has confirmed that its prey is ready to be slaughtered, the small animal carefully nibbles at the two tender flesh with its lips and teeth. Its taste buds wander along the inner contours, tasting the cool sweetness of mint and the humid heat, before stopping after a small bite.
Then, as if preparing for winter, the little beast, whether for warmth or to store food, slept neck to neck with its prey...
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For the next week, Jiang Songhe's schedule was cyclical and regular.
After waking up, I move Jonathan, who sleepwalks every night, back to the bedroom. Then I go back to my room to change and go for a morning run of at least ten kilometers. I usually run into "Cute Girl and Beast" after going downstairs, and by the time I go back upstairs, the two of them have usually made their way out.
In the morning, I handled Jingting's work. Every few days at noon, I would deliver lunch to Jiang Songyun. When I returned, I would start cooking again, making two portions of lunch. Although the door to Room A would be left open all day, there was hardly anyone there during the day. When Jiang Songhe delivered dinner, he would find an empty plate in the same spot.
In the evening, Jiang Songhe routinely provided a full range of care and companionship services, but unexpectedly began to develop a business that he was not yet proficient in: kissing practice.
The client's goodnight kiss gradually escalated, from pecking kisses to kissing, nibbling kisses, and sucking kisses... The employer went from being unfamiliar to being unrestrained, while the client went from being petrified to being enraged. The two sides were on the verge of exchanging blows, but neither side could break free from the established pattern and say anything to break the ice.
These kisses would always end before things escalated, with Jiang Songhe using the same trick as before to lock Jonathan in a tight embrace.
Jiang Songhe, who was worried about the injured, had excellent patience and self-control as an older person. Even if he was bitten hard in the ear, jaw or throat, he remained as unmoved as a mountain. He would even wait until the injured person was out of the cage and fell asleep before he could relax and close his eyes.
...
That night, the investors of "Yan Ge Xing" kept pestering Jiang Songhe with a long and tedious video conference because there was still no news about the project's launch date. They kept repeating the same old things over and over again.
Xu Qin, who usually speaks for his boss, unusually took leave to accompany his wife to a prenatal checkup. This is understandable and a common occurrence.
Jiang Songhe is good at discussing matters objectively and persuading people with reason, but he is not good at dealing with those who talk to themselves or make unreasonable demands.
With the production of "Yan Ge Xing" nearing completion and its release on various platforms' annual film lists, it's no longer feasible to forcefully silence investors with the rhetoric of "voluntary participation." Instead, he has to switch to a human-machine mode, waiting for the investors to vent their grievances thoroughly before delivering a definitive conclusion.
The video conference ended at around 11 p.m. local time. Jiang Songhe took off his suit, took a shower and changed into his pajamas, and was considering whether to make a late-night snack and send it to the neighbor when he heard a click from the entrance hall.
Having grown accustomed to the unspoken understanding between the two of them, Jiang Songhe was suddenly at a loss when faced with the more lucid version of Jonathan.
The footsteps grew closer. Jiang Songhe hurriedly opened the refrigerator twice, but didn't take anything out. By the time the person appeared around the corner, he was already casually leaning against the island counter, preparing his opening remarks.
"You came all this way so hungry, and it's already late?" Jiang Songhe shut her damn mouth. "..."
Unlike before, Jonathan did not seize the opportunity to tease her further. To be precise, at this moment, he did not react at all to Jiang Songhe's nonsense.
His unblinking eyes were fixed on Jiang Songhe, seemingly looking at him, yet not really looking at him, while his feet moved forward with steady steps.
Jiang Songhe wasn't sure if Jonathan was sleepwalking, so he didn't make any rash moves. He stood silently in place, waiting for someone to come over and block their way.
Jonathan ignored Jiang Songhe and continued forward at his original pace.
Jiang Songhe backed away, and back again. Her wet hair, which she hadn't had time to dry, dripped water droplets from the ends onto the floor.
The water droplets formed a trail that stretched out one after another, heading straight into the bedroom and stopping at the bedside.
The mattress made a dull thud, and Jiang Songhe's calf hit the edge of the bed, causing him to fall into the bed.
Jonathan continued forward, but instead of walking on his knees, he passed over one of Jiang Songhe's legs, which was half-raised. He then used his palms to support himself as he walked to the waist of the person beneath him. The necklace around his neck drooped down and nestled in the deep hollow of his collarbone.
Jiang Songhe pursed her lips and looked into those narrow eyes, trying to find a glimmer of clarity within them.
A cool sensation rose to his Adam's apple. He moved down, unbuttoning his pajamas one button at a time, then down, inch by inch, slipping into the waistband of his pajama bottoms...
Jiang Songhe's searching eyes suddenly lit up, her gaze shifting downwards, and a sly smile curved her thin lips.
The intention behind this action was very clear, and a strange thought flashed through Jiang Songhe's mind.
"Since you dreamed about me again..."
again.
Jiang Songhe's breath hitched. He grabbed the wrist that was about to continue downwards. Because it was the injured left side, he only used the web of his hand to stop it and did not use much force.
The ring on the middle finger of her left hand was unexpectedly slipped off and put on her perfectly good right hand.
With his two left hands locked in a struggle, Jiang Songhe, whose emotions had remained relatively calm for nearly a week, felt a spark ignite in his chest. His voice, rough and tentative, asked, "What did you mean when you said you 'dreamed about it again'?"
Jonah was taken aback at first, then her eyes flashed, and she tightened her grip: "You've really gone bad... How did it feel to pretend to be drunk and eavesdrop? How did it feel to see how stupid I was? Turning the tables on me, is it fun, hmm?"
“This level of enjoyment isn’t enough. How about I offer you something else?” Jonathan simply grabbed Jiang Songhe’s left wrist with his right hand, using all three hands to apply force. “Since you also like playing games, then this old player will play with you. Don’t worry, I’m very good with my hands…”
It was only when Jiang Songhe was there that she realized what Jonathan meant when he said "likes playing games" and "just moving his hands" in the elevator. He meant that Jonathan had done this to many other men.
Did you do the same to the brown-haired guy who attacked you?
Then what is he? And what about everything that happened between the two of them?
The spark began to ignite a prairie fire. Jiang Songhe suddenly raised his hand and pulled Jonathan Xi in front of him. He wanted to ask the question that was on his mind, but he was surprised to find that he didn't really want to know the answer. In the end, he just snorted heavily and glared at her.
The two men glared at each other angrily for a long time, neither of them making a move.
Just then, the cell phone rang loudly, suddenly tearing a hole in the deathly silence.
Jiang Songhe pushed the person off her, got out of bed, and rummaged around outside the bedroom for a long time before finally finding her phone in the bathroom.
The sound of clearing one's throat rang out, followed closely by a reply, sometimes near, sometimes far, drifting into the bedroom.
"Hello? Oh, it's you. No need to bother you... Just keep the same salary as Xu Qin's current salary... Okay, I'll sign it in a bit..." A moment later, "Also, add 15K to Xu Qin's current salary..."
After a few seconds of rustling and whispering sounds mixed with the wind, words of shock echoed throughout the space.
"Who are you saying wants to resign?!"
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