Chapter 100: Quick, gentle, and unrelated to physical appearance—I experienced this for the first time…
This progress is much faster than Yuan Jianxing had imagined.
But upon closer examination, the two have done even more ambiguous things before, so being shy and hesitant now seems a bit pretentious.
In addition, considering their relationship status, the two are now in a state of "having already overcome many obstacles," so it's reasonable for them to do something a little more intimate.
Upon discovering that Yuan Jianxing was not responding, Fu Ze, the "Sleeping Beauty," could no longer keep up the act.
If the mountain won't come to me, then I'll come to the mountain.
He sat up with lightning speed, grabbed Yuan Jianxing by the collar, and forcibly pulled him to sit on the edge of the bed.
"Kiss me, hurry up."
Now the arrow was on the bowstring and had to be released.
Gazing into those eyes so close to his, Yuan Jianxing felt his heart skip a beat. Then, driven by some inexplicable force, his stiff body slowly leaned forward.
Seeing that Yuan Jianxing had finally made a move, Fu Ze closed his eyes again and faced the other party in the same posture.
He even tilted his head slightly beforehand to avoid their noses bumping together.
How thoughtful!
Just when the distance between the two was less than a few centimeters, and they could feel the heat emanating from each other's breath, Yuan Jianxing abruptly turned her head away, avoiding Fu Ze's approaching lips.
Fu Ze never expected that Yuan Jianxing would dodge at the last moment.
Before he could stop himself, he tumbled off the bed.
Although he dodged it, the Yuanjian alien was still sitting nearby, so he immediately caught Fu Ze and helped him back steadily.
Grabbing Yuan Jianxing's arm angrily, Fu Ze gritted his teeth and raised an eyebrow, demanding, "What do you mean?"
Yuan Jianxing turned his face to the side and admitted honestly, "No, I still need some time."
Fu Ze looked puzzled: "Huh?"
Yuan Jianxing's gaze shifted: "You look... a little different now than before."
Upon hearing this, Fu Ze burst out laughing.
Adjusting his posture, he rested his chin on Yuan Jianxing's shoulder and teased, "With our Chief's intelligence, shouldn't he be able to solve the problem as long as he knows the formula?"
“There’s still a difference between knowing and accepting.” Turning her gaze to the side, Yuan Jianxing looked at the gray hair brushing against her cheek, feeling somewhat dazed. “I need to get used to it.”
"Alright then, but as soon as possible." Fu Ze yawned. "Sigh, it's only because I'm easy to talk to. If you were someone who was internally conflicted, you'd probably already be wondering who you really love."
Although he said nice things, after saying those words, he rolled over and wrapped himself back in the blanket, turning his back to Yuan Jianxing to show his true attitude.
Yuan Jianxing could easily tell that Fu Ze was angry.
Moreover, he did feel that his dodge just now was a little excessive.
Just as he was preparing his words to coax the other person, long, even breathing sounds came from under the covers.
In just a few dozen seconds, Fu Ze had fallen asleep in that strange, sulking position.
Yuan Jianxing, who had intended to reach out and touch the other person's shoulder, instead placed his hand on the blanket, tidied up the part covering the other person's mouth and nose, and then gently stroked it twice.
During his movements, the phone that Fu Ze had previously placed on the pillow fell off.
Therefore, Yuan Jianxing realized that Fu Ze's phone, which was lying to the side, had run out of battery sometime earlier.
Considering that Fu Ze's current job would likely require him to use his mobile phone, he pulled a charging cable from beside his bed and plugged it in.
However, as soon as the phone was plugged in and the boot animation finished playing, Fu Ze's phone started ringing as if it were about to explode.
To avoid waking Fu Ze, Yuan Jianxing immediately switched his phone to silent mode and even turned off the vibration.
During this time, various colored message pop-ups appeared on the screen one after another, like a machine gun.
Every character conveys an air of extreme urgency.
Upon closer inspection, Yuan Jianxing discovered that the vast majority of them were messages sent from the same group.
Upon closer inspection, the group chat was titled "Did you urge your boss to work today?".
Very well, Yuan Jianxing can probably guess who is looking for Fu Ze, oh no, who is looking for Que Ling.
After weighing the priorities, Yuan Jianxing used Fu Ze's face to unlock the phone, then took the phone and charging cable outside the room and presumptuously began to take care of the unfinished work for the other party.
Yes, that familiar feeling is back.
“He’s safe with me,” Yuan Jianxing typed in the group chat.
However, after he sent that message, the group, which had been extremely noisy with a new message popping up every 0.5 seconds on average, fell completely silent.
It was as quiet as if it were dead.
Yuan Jianxing then realized that his words just now seemed to have some ambiguity.
To avoid increasing the workload of his colleagues on duty at the adjudication bureau that night, he immediately added, "I am not a kidnapper."
Walking quietly back to her room, Yuan Jianxing took a picture of Fu Ze to prove that what she said was true.
Seeing the casual home furnishings around them, and Que Ling's unguarded sleeping face and unbearable sleeping posture, the Kang siblings, who were Que Ling's manager and personal assistant, seemed to finally believe that what the person operating Que Ling's account said was true.
Kang Yanyan seemed to have calmed down first and spoke again: "Thank you very much for your help. I'm sorry to have troubled you, Que Ling. Could you please tell me Que Ling's current location? We'll go pick him up now."
Since it involved personal privacy, Yuan Jianxing naturally chose to refuse: "It's not convenient."
At this moment, Kang Lele also remembered to ask a crucial question.
What is your name?
Yuan Jianxing hesitated for a moment about whether to give herself a code name or something, but thinking that the two assistants would find out about their relationship sooner or later, she finally said the truth: "Yuan Jianxing".
The group fell silent once again.
After a while, Kang Lele sent a "hugging the thigh" emoji, followed by: "Um, Chief, can we video chat?"
This was a reasonable request, and Yuan Jianxing agreed.
After adjusting the angle, he pressed the answer button that was flashing on the screen.
"My God?! Sis, it really is Hara Mihoshi!" Kang Lele's face was pressed against the screen, revealing an expression of disbelief.
Kang Yanyan did not immediately agree with her younger brother's judgment.
She grabbed Kang Lele and took her away, then carefully observed Yuan Jianxing.
Realizing that the person opposite her had a natural expression and that the objects in the background had not changed, confirming that there was no AI face-swapping or any other technology, she immediately greeted him respectfully: "Hello, Chief, please wait a moment."
After she finished speaking, she turned off the camera.
Immediately afterwards, the sound of Kang Lele being brutally beaten came from the phone.
"Didn't you say that Que Ling personally admitted that he wanted to cut off all emotional ties and focus on his career? Is he really going to do this?!"
After a series of wailing and howling, Kang Yanyan turned the camera back on and tidied her hair, which was slightly disheveled from the one-sided beating.
She coughed lightly and clasped her hands together in front of her chest: "Um, Chief, Que Ling has an important event to attend tomorrow. Could you... be a little gentler tonight?"
Hara Mihoshi: ...
It seemed like he was experiencing for the first time what it meant to be speechless and unable to defend himself.
Finally, regarding Kang Yanyan's request, Yuan Jianxing neither answered "yes" nor "no." Instead, he confirmed the location and time of the event Fu Ze needed to attend the next day, negotiated a suitable exchange for the Sparrow Feather position, and promised to send the person there on time.
Clearly, the CEO has a well-deserved reputation for keeping his word.
After expressing their gratitude profusely, Kang Yanyan and Kang Lele ended the video call.
The room fell silent again, and Hara Kensei breathed a sigh of relief.
Despite all the noise, Fu Ze didn't wake up.
She even maintained the same posture she had been in while lying on the bed.
To prevent this guy from getting a stiff neck tomorrow and affecting his work, Yuan Jianxing went back to the room and half-hug, half-embrace him to put him in a normal sleeping position.
After doing all this, Yuan Jianxing stood down next to Fu Ze.
He previously acknowledged that the peacock feathers were beautiful, but only in a purely aesthetic sense.
After all, during this period, anyone walking from one end of a commercial street to the other would see dozens of advertisements featuring this face.
Horizontal, vertical, upward, downward, cut in half, cut in a third, and some cut so that only an eye remains.
But after learning that the body in question contained Fu Ze, Yuan Jianxing felt that the person in front of him had become more charming.
When Mu Wangzhuo was discussing driving experience with me before, he mentioned a mysterious concept – “machine soul”.
It's the same car, but it sounds different when driven by different people.
When he first heard this, Yuan Jianxing thought it was Mu Wangzhuo's excuse for his reckless driving that bordered on illegal and punishable.
But now there are living examples before us. From Wan Chuanqiu at the beginning to Bogdan later, and now Que Ling, Fu Ze did give them a completely new feeling when he stayed in these bodies.
Therefore, Hara Miki was absolutely certain that what she loved was this wandering soul, regardless of his physical appearance.
However, for the sake of their future, it would be best if I could help Fu Ze settle down from now on.
Since he had promised Fu Ze to adapt to the other person's current state as soon as possible, he would use new experiences to cover up the old ones.
Thinking of this, he leaned down and pecked Fu Ze on the neck.
The location was perfect, exactly where Fu Ze had asked Yuan Jianxing to help him leave a kiss mark on the cruise ship.
It was light enough not to wake Fu Ze, who was fast asleep.
It's short enough that it won't leave any trace.
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The next day.
Perhaps because he was exhausted yesterday, or perhaps because he was in a completely safe and relaxing environment for the first time in a long time, Fu Ze woke up naturally, which was a rare occurrence.
Slowly opening his eyes, Fu Ze realized that he had not collapsed in the same spot where he had lost consciousness yesterday, nor was he lying in the center of the bed. Instead, he was sleeping near the edge of the bed.
One side of the bed.
A guess immediately arose in his mind.
Could it be that the original star is lying down right now...?
Now that we have a hypothesis, we need to verify it through practice.
So, Fu Ze reached out and furtively touched the side.
Unexpectedly, yet predictably, I came up empty-handed.
Fu Ze covered his eyes with his retracted arm and groaned silently, "Is it really necessary to be such a gentleman...?"
The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. He immediately got out of bed, slipped on slippers that were a size too big for his feet, and went out to confront Yuan Jianxing.
Then Fu Ze found Yuan Jianxing on the sofa, with the same pillow as his and a thin blanket covering her.
Upon seeing Yuan Jianxing's sleeping face after so long, Fu Ze's anger instantly vanished.
He crouched down quietly beside the sofa, carefully examining Yuan Jianxing from head to toe in his pajamas.
A straight nose, a jawline slightly bluish from stubble, a slightly bobbing Adam's apple, a deep collarbone beneath the collar, and hands relaxed on the lower abdomen...
Oh, Hara Mihoshi is a right-wing party member.
Just as Fu Ze was trying to observe the size of something further, he suddenly felt a light tap on the back of his head from the pillow.
"What are you looking at?"
With a rustling sound of fabric, the thin blanket covering Yuan Jianxing swayed and moved with his movements.
The previously very noticeable bump has disappeared.
What a pity.
"I'm hungry. What should we have for breakfast?" Fu Ze asked with some regret.
"Toast and milk, steamed buns and soy milk, noodles and lotus root starch, it's up to you." Yuan Jianxing took a deep breath. "Also, next time you ask a question like this, please look at my face."
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Author's Note: Fu Xiaozhe, opportunities are fleeting, Neil Dorron, huh? [eye roll]
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