Chapter 84 Chapter 84 is very powerful, I feel like I can hold the slot...
Jiang Chongyan has always been free and easy in his life.
He's quiet, doesn't smile, and doesn't like socializing. He has a cold, shrewd face, and with a shaved head and a tattoo, he looks like he could go straight to detention. He's arrogant, unruly, free-spirited, and sharp-tongued, focusing solely on the things he loves and the people he cares about.
This kind of personality saved him a lot of trouble.
When someone looks like someone who is not easy to deal with, people will automatically stay away from him, spend less time with him, and put a condescending filter on him.
He accepted the loneliness and stubbornness that had remained the same for twenty years as a matter of course, and maintained this character image in a cold and indifferent manner.
He is very concerned about his reputation.
After discovering my canine teeth, I rarely laugh out loud. I have to hide from others when eating cake. I'm reluctant to show off in front of others and won't do anything that would embarrass me. I have no interest in the opposite sex.
Jiang Chongyan stared at Xin Tong's eyes without blinking.
A single light was on, illuminating the spacious bedroom from above. Decorated in minimalist black and white, the air was filled with the faint aroma of wood smoke. The private bedroom was the most private of personal sanctuaries, a safe house where all secret acts could be carried out.
Jiang Chongyan stood in front of Xin Tong, his black eyes flickering under the light above his head. He stared at her intently with a heavy look, his nervous heartbeat almost bursting out of his chest.
He watched Xin Tong look around, then at the wardrobe, with a leisurely expression.
"I thought your closet would be extra big."
"Because you're always dressed differently every time I see you."
As Xin Tong spoke, her hand unconsciously placed on the wardrobe door again and was about to open it.
The next second, he was grabbed again.
Jiang Chongyan didn't expect that she would open it again, and his reaction was even faster.
"No."
His voice was low and a little trembling.
Xin Tong was stopped for the second time and frowned, "How stingy. You know this is your personal stuff, so why don't you look at it? Just don't look at it, okay?"
This woman kept coming up with one thing after another. Jiang Chongyan was afraid she would come back a third time, so he said directly, "Get out."
Jiang Chongyan lived alone in such a big house. Xin Tong withdrew her hand and looked around. She was curious and wanted to know what this man did every day.
"I won't go out."
"I've known you for quite a while, and I've been to your house several times. I want to take a tour, but that's not okay."
She ignored Jiang Chongyan's wishes and turned to leave. She looked around and walked into the bathroom at a leisurely pace.
It was very big, spacious and clean. Xin Tong vaguely saw a bottle of something on the cabinet above the sink.
That row was completely empty, with no skincare products or anything like that. There was only that one lonely bottle.
Blue packaging, unclear words. Transparent liquid, viscous.
...It seems a little familiar.
Xin Tong narrowed her eyes and was about to take a few steps forward to get a better look when the next second there were hurried footsteps behind her and the tall and huge body of a man stood in front of her.
"Don't look!"
Xin Tong shuddered and reflexively took two steps back, looking up at him, "I... I didn't see anything!"
Jiang Chongyan was obviously losing his patience.
"go out."
"Why are you chasing me away!" Xin Tong was pulled out by him by the arm, but her feet were pulled back.
The man turned his back to her and suddenly said, "This is my bathroom. If you want to use it, go to the one in the living room."
Tsk. This statement clearly defined a relationship of closeness and distance. Xin Tong was dissatisfied. "When did I say I wanted to use it? I don't even want to use yours! My bathroom at home is so big you can ride a horse in it, and the bathtub is made of solid gold!"
Xin Tong shook off his hand and walked out, strolling leisurely to the head of his bed.
There was a round, black wooden cabinet at the head of the bed, with a tiny remote on top. It was so small that one finger could hold it. It didn't look like it belonged to an air conditioner or a TV. It had only two buttons, and the material looked like silicone.
Xin Tong wanted to go over and take a look, but was pulled back by the person behind her, "Don't go over there."
"What happened again!"
Xin Tong finally realized something was wrong. "You're not allowed to look at this, you're not allowed to look at that. What shameful things are in your room?"
This sentence seemed to have sunk him. Jiang Chongyan just held her wrist tightly, lowered his head, and could not say a word.
"Stingy."
Xin Tong rolled her eyes.
"Next time you come to my house, you can use anything you want. I'll even replace the toilet seat with a diamond one, with the point pointing upwards, to prick you to death!"
"If that were true." His Adam's apple rolled violently, his voice as hoarse as the rough sand, "...who knows how you would laugh at me."
If she really found out.
Who knew how she would laugh at him.
Just knowing the secrets of Hu Ya and Tsundere made her surprised and shocked, and she mocked and made fun of him. Every time they met, she would take advantage of the situation to show off, threaten him, show off his secrets, and force him to do embarrassing things.
What if I knew more shameful secrets?
"Laughing at you?" Xin Tong asked blankly, "For example?"
She pointed to his closet, "What ugly clothes do you have hidden in there?"
No. It's a pair of black sexy lingerie you've worn once and never washed.
She pointed to his bathroom again and asked, "Did you put skin care products in there?"
No. It's a lubricant for men.
She finally pointed to his nightstand, "You have a stuffed doll as Abebe?"
No. It's a tool. I've already cried for you countless times in my fantasy dreams.
Jiang Chongyan's tall figure stood in front of Xin Tong like a mountain, his face was gloomy, his eyelashes drooped, and his dark gaze fell on her face.
"Don't ask."
"I'll take you back."
*
Xin Tong went back home. Jiang Chongyan returned home and lay in bed late at night, tossing and turning, unable to sleep.
Suddenly, a message came on my phone.
When I clicked on it, it was Xin Tong.
The other party sent a photo. In the middle of the photo is a person wearing jeans, with the camera directly focused on the crotch, zooming in on the close-up.
Jiang Chongyan frowned. The more he looked, the more familiar he felt. Then he realized it was him.
This was taken secretly by Xin Tong while he was driving today.
“Aesthetic accumulation.”
“The artist from Tintin.”
Two seconds later,
"Wrong number. Aesthetic accumulation. Artist from the stars."
Jiang Chongyan: “……?”
The other party quickly replied, "Sorry, I sent it to the wrong person. I wanted to send it to Song Qingyun."
"What I mean is that viewing body art helps to cultivate a noble aesthetic sentiment."
Jiang Chongyan tapped the screen with his fingers vigorously. "Hmm. What else did you see?"
Xin Tong: "There's another body part, it's thick, hard, and feels very strong..."
Jiang Chongyan: “?”
Xin Tong: "I mean the arm."
Jiang Chongyan: "...What's wrong with your arm?"
Xin Tong: "It's so strong, I feel like I can hug the grass."
Jiang Chongyan: “?”
Xin Tong: "Holding a bunch of weeds. It means that doing farm work must be very energizing."
Jiang Chongyan: "If you say that again, I'll block you."
“Hahahahahahaha!”
The other party sent a long string of messages. I knew she was feeling proud of her successful teasing.
The cold white light of the cell phone shone on the man's rosy face. He put the phone upside down on the bed and turned over to bury it in the pillow.
*
The May order fair is coming soon. Xin Tong is ready to work hard.
After the previous spring/summer season garnered significant attention, Xin Tong decided to continue pursuing this uninhibited, intensely light and comfortable style, further deepening it for the autumn/winter season. This style has already been market-tested for a season, and market-tested evidence suggests it's on the right track, so Xin Tong felt it was natural to capitalize on this success.
After the main direction and planning theme were determined, Jiang Chongyan expressed different opinions.
He felt the autumn/winter collection was too mainstream and excessive, and had already gone beyond the realm of women's suits.
If they go in this direction, their competitors will shift from formal wear such as commuter suits to other ordinary women's clothing for the general public. Their positioning will be inaccurate and they will be lost in the crowd.
Xin Tong took full responsibility for the last spring and summer new season plan. The success of this all-in effort made Xin Tong firmly believe that this path is absolutely correct.
——The differences between the two people are getting bigger and bigger.
But Jiang Chongyan is just an investor after all, and all Kelly matters will ultimately be decided by Xin Tong. Jiang Chongyan's suggestions were completely rejected by Xin Tong, who insisted on her own opinion.
No one can predict the future, and no one can predict what style will become popular. Ai Ling knows that both of their views are valid, but different standpoints and perspectives mean that the same thing will always have different views.
It's just that Xin Tong and Jiang Chongyan are used to tit-for-tat. One speaks coldly and never explains, while the other speaks quickly and impetuously. The other is caught off guard and the two of them start a fierce quarrel and a cold war for no apparent reason.
Kelly's design department had a dinner party, and Xin Tong was drunk. Ai Ling was very considerate and used Xin Tong's phone to call Jiang Chongyan to come over and take Xin Tong home.
The eldest young master had a sour face and said nothing all the way. He stepped on the accelerator to the bottom and arrived at Xin Tong's door in one go.
The woman in the passenger seat clung to her seatbelt, refusing to let go. She reeked of alcohol and muttered that Jiang Chongyan was the most annoying person in the world. He quickly got out of the car, opened the passenger door, picked her up, and walked towards the villa entrance.
"Let me go!"
Xin Tong vaguely smelled the scent on his body and suddenly struggled hard, harder to catch than a fish in a pond. She hit his shoulder and said, "Aren't you going to give me the cold shoulder? Go away!"
"You think I want to come?" Jiang Chongyan was called out in the middle of the night to pick up this drunk. He suppressed his irritation, his face colder than ice. "Didn't you say you never get drunk outside? Where's your caution? You were so drunk that you didn't even know someone was taking you away!"
"What do you care?"
Xin Tong was yelled at and tears came to her eyes due to grievance. She bit his neck and the man stopped immediately with a hiss.
She was drunk and had no sense of restraint, so she used a lot of force and when she let go, there was a circle of deep teeth marks.
Xin Tong saw Jiang Chongyan's frown.
Realized she had bitten too hard.
Suddenly feeling guilty, she twisted her body and tried to get down, cursing him in a low voice as the fierce King of Hell.
Xin Tong wiped her tears and snot on the man's chest. He frowned and looked down, with disgust on his face, but his hands pressed her to his body and hugged her tightly, saying coldly, "Don't move!"
The spoiled young lady and the sharp-tongued son of heaven, each more stubborn than the other, neither willing to give in. The two of them tangled in a fight at the entrance of the villa. Jiang Chongyan frowned, finally losing all patience. He pinched her wrist and pressed her against him, ignoring the struggles of the person in his arms and walked forward.
When they reached the door, Xin Tong pinched his chest muscles hard.
Jiang Chongyan didn't have time to react and she broke free and he jumped down, stumbling towards the door.
He stopped and didn't chase after her.
Just down the road was her home, so Jiang Chongyan had no reason to go in. She was so drunk, he wouldn't tell her where she was going. She was alone in her studio, and her parents and servants were at home, so she was taken care of. That was why Jiang Chongyan drove to her door.
Seeing that she was pinching people with great strength and seemed to be able to walk despite her wobbly steps, I felt relieved, turned around with a stern face and drove away.
…
It's two o'clock in the morning.
Xin Wenqing and He Chuan had already gone to bed.
The villa was quiet and dark, so quiet that it was a little scary.
Jiang Chongyan turned around and drove away. Xin Tong's head was dizzy and he took a few steps into the villa. The next second, he was drunk and lost consciousness and fell heavily.
——She was caught.
The door was not closed. The moonlight was like water, shining on He Tianqi's face, which was neither sad nor happy.
He lowered his head, calmly looking at the drunken young woman in his arms. With her eyes closed, her breathing even, her cheeks flushed, she lay in his arms, sleeping peacefully.
He carried her upstairs, his arms steady and his steps light. The young man, tall and thin, kicked open the door to his room with his right foot and gently placed her on his bed.
Moonlight streamed in from the window. He Tianqi lowered his eyes, his gaze fixed on the wrinkles on the girl's clothes. They had been wrinkled during the struggle with the man at the door downstairs.
He Tianqi knew who he was.
This means that He Tianqi knows that he is the street dance champion Aiden.
I also know that he is the only heir of Jiang's suits, Jiang Chongyan.
The snowstorm in Asahidake Daisetsuzan, Hokkaido, Japan did not kill his sister.
Mingming instigated her mortal enemy Wu Sifeng to destroy her ski equipment, trapped her ski guide, and made all preparations to let her go into the mountains alone, and finally let her die in a valley in a foreign country without any evidence.
Perfect plan.
But He Tianqi never expected that she would meet Jiang Chongyan at the end of her rope.
Xin Tong is a fool, and Wu Sifeng is even more foolish than Xin Tong. He let slip the true identity of the blond man with just a few words.
Jiang Chongyan helped her and protected her everywhere, tacitly offered her the support of his own family, and carried her out of the vast snow-capped mountains of Hokkaido.
So that's how it was. After living under the same roof with Xin Tong for so long, observing her closely and obsessively, I finally understood why she wore a suit made by Jiang's that day. I finally understood where she had found the opportunity that allowed her to be reborn and lead Kelly to a victory.
He Tianqi lowered his head slightly.
The moonlight falls on the girl's quiet and peaceful sleeping face.
It was rare for her to be so quiet and well-behaved. The devil was fearless, always disgusted and repulsed by him, always wary of his approach, wary of him, pushing him away, and repeatedly insulting him with his background and blood relationship.
His sister was known by everyone as the most useless person in Wucheng. Everyone believed that she was short-lived and arrogant, and would eventually be defeated by him.
He Tianqi had been raised away from home for sixteen years, influenced by his upbringing and personal influence. He believed he was the heir, determined to carry on his father's name and bring honor to the family. He worked diligently for He Chuan's development, determined not to disappoint his father's expectations. It was only natural for a son to carry on his father's legacy. This time, he returned with overwhelming force, publicly declaring war on his sister.
After living under the same roof for eight months, he observed her from the darkness, but gradually discovered that she was not what he imagined.
She has a simple mind, makes light of important matters, focuses on the essentials when doing things, and feels that nothing in the world can stump her.
The pampered life she had been living since childhood gave her strong vitality and resilience to setbacks. Even failure was just a game in her eyes.
She was so relaxed.
She felt that the world was as easy as taking candy from her pocket. She had been a rich girl for more than 20 years, and there was always someone to back her up no matter what. She was bold and flexible in doing things, and dared to think about expectations that others did not dare to think about, and dared to make innovations that others did not dare to do.
He fought off He Xiangrong, promoted Ji Ning, made a major personnel change in the department, adopted a new administrative system, protected the rights and interests of employees, and made a desperate effort to design a new spring and summer season plan. He decided the key look by himself, supervised the implementation throughout the process, obtained investment, and used traffic and hot searches to expose and promote the product.
He Tianqi couldn't help but think that if he were to do it, he might not be able to achieve what Xin Tong had achieved and help Kelly achieve such a huge success.
He realized at that moment that this was the biggest difference between Xin Tong and him.
At the age of two, He Tianqi's life was transformed thanks to an adoption certificate. Fearing a return to poverty, he seized every opportunity to rise above it. He despised the mention of his bloodline and background, studying diligently and conscientiously every day. He was determined to remain at the top of his game, at any cost, so his father would be assured of his inheritance.
He will never be able to have the confidence that Xin Tong has.
Xin Tong has a fearless feeling of a devil in disguise.
The same is true for Jiang Chongyan.
He Tianqi had pondered this countless times under the moonlight. He Tianqi was a man, but not his biological child; Xin Tong was his biological child, but not a man. Only Jiang Chongyan met both criteria and was the undisputed heir. He Tianqi naturally felt an inexplicable sympathy for all the men who could be his heirs.
——But Jiang Chongyan gave up directly.
The things He Tianqi had striven for in the first half of his life were simply not worth mentioning to the true heir. Only after a person truly possessed something could they say they wanted to give it up. If they never possessed it, they would never be able to get rid of it and would always be shrouded in its shadow.
Jiang Chongyan had it all, yet he viewed his family's support and position as sole heir as a constraint. He rebelled and took up dancing, a profession so shackled that he unexpectedly became a world champion.
How can a man not inherit the family business?
This world belongs to men, and tomorrow will belong to men. How can you give up the father-son inheritance of wealth, power and status to pursue the dream of equality and freedom for all?
He Tianqi lowered his head and gently smelled the fragrance between Xin Tong's hair.
He thought, he really couldn't accept it.
Xin Tong likes freedom and is carefree. In fact, she and Jiang Chongyan are essentially the same type of people.
Why?
An uncontrollable gloom appeared on the young man's handsome face. He stood in the shadows at the villa's doorway, watching the entangled figures of Xin Tong and Jiang Chongyan. Why was it that the two of them lived like human beings, while he felt that there was an insurmountable chasm between him and them?
The girl was fast asleep, her cheeks flushed. The aroma of wine, mixed with the delicate fragrance of flowers on her body, made her feel drunk and confused.
“It smells so good.”
He buried his head in her neck and couldn't help muttering to himself.
"elder sister."
The bedside table was opened, revealing a pink sex toy resting gently in his slender palm. Under the pillow lay a small piece of black fabric.
"Remember, this is all given to me by you."
"Dad said that there has never been any opposite sex around me since I was a child. Except you."
"Sister, I'm eighteen years old."
"I also have wet dreams, I also dream, and I can also relieve myself."
"Sister, we have lived together for so long...you are the only one by my side."
"Actually, you don't have to work so hard. You're a woman. It's useless to do this."
"Sooner or later, Morikawa will be mine, and you will be mine too."
"I know you hate me. It doesn't matter. I have a way to make you need me. Let you stay at home all day, only look at me, only wear clothes for me, and only smile for me."
He Tianqi lowered his eyelashes, and the moonlight shone on his handsome eyebrows.
He stood by the bed, flicking the syringe with his thin fingers. A few drops of transparent liquid spurted out from the narrow needle and landed deep in the bedsheets.
"It turns out that Song Tingfeng is the same as me."
"He also has a disobedient sister."
"I asked him to use it, but he didn't want to use it on his sister."
He Tianqi smiled gently.
"Tell me, is he very hypocritical?"
"What's the difference between what he does and what I do?"
"Even at this point, you're still trying to maintain some moral boundaries."
Xin Tong was turned over. The needle pierced the skin of an inconspicuous spot on her back. It was slowly pushed in until all the liquid medicine was inside her body.
He Tianqi threw away the empty syringe.
The sight of the needle piercing his flesh almost made him tremble with excitement. He did not move the person on the bed, nor did he make any other frivolous moves. He simply took the girl's hand and placed it on his belt.
"Help me this time, sister."
…
When everything was over, he carefully wiped the hands of the sleeping Xin Tong, picked her up, walked out of his room, and placed her on the bed in the guest room.
Then, he turned around and closed the door.
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