Chapter 35. He added two more fingers. ...
Jiang Jiaoming gently pinched Liang Kongxiang's ankles, carefully moved her legs onto the bed, adjusted the bed's tilt, and observed her complexion: "Is this alright?"
“Okay,” Liang Kongxiang said, placing her hands on either side of her body, shifting her weight to her upper body, and then relaxing and leaning back. “The medical record is on the table.”
Beside the hospital bed was a small, square, light-colored wooden table with a few sheets of printed paper casually placed on it, containing a simple record of Liang Kongxiang's condition and payment details.
“Hmm,” Jiang Jiaoming picked it up and glanced at it, confirming that there were no other major problems. He sent a message to his private doctor and contacted a nutritionist: “You should rest for a few more days. Don’t worry about the film set. This matter won’t be leaked out today. I’ll give them all a few days off.”
While driving over, he had already made arrangements so that no one would accuse Liang Kongxiang of being arrogant because of this.
Liang Kongxiang smiled faintly: "So rich, President Jiang."
Jiang Jiaoming vigorously rubbed her head, "It depends on who you're spending the money on."
Her already messy hair became even more disheveled. Liang Kongxiang tilted her head slightly, brushed his hand away, and teased, "After paying Miss Zhuang's termination fee, do you still have money left to deal with me?"
To Jiang Jiaoming, these words were tantamount to doping.
“Oh,” Jiang Jiaoming nodded, casually sat down on the hospital bed, propped himself up with the blanket at the foot of the bed, raised his eyebrows and boasted, “I really am a genuine rich kid.”
It means that you can handle both.
Knowing she wasn't as good with words as Jiang Jiaoming, Liang Kongxiang changed the subject and got down to business: "She did come for that movie, to test whether I was interested in participating."
Jiang Jiaoming glanced at the ward door, confirming that Zhuang Yexue hadn't returned yet. "What do you say?"
"Of course, I'll ask you, the producer. I can't control that."
"Do you think she believes it?" Jiang Jiaoming asked.
“Whether she believes it or not is not important. What is important is that this matter has nothing to do with me, and I cannot pass on your message,” Liang Kongxiang said. “I haven’t told Sister Chen about this yet, and I haven’t read the script and project proposal for ‘In the Name of Justice’, so I can’t make a judgment.”
The project proposal is simple. Jiang Jiaoming said, "I'll have someone send it over in a bit. You can take a look at it over the next few days."
She knew there was no rush, since the filming schedule was already booked until next year, but some people were in a hurry.
“Zhuang Yexue can’t wait,” Liang Kongxiang said bluntly. “Actually, you’ve considered her too, haven’t you?”
Jiang Jiaoming remained noncommittal, saying, "That depends on your decision."
Seeing that he was actually putting on the act of a tyrant, Liang Kongxiang said with a smile, "Your professionalism needs improvement, President Jiang."
"Question me?" Jiang Jiaoming raised his hand again, expecting her to dodge, so he simply stood up from the foot of the bed and leaned forward to get closer.
With the headboard behind her, Liang Kongxiang had nowhere to hide. She looked at Jiang Jiaoming, who was getting closer, with a slightly confused expression.
Suddenly, two slightly cool hands cupped her cheeks.
I squeezed it gently.
He touched Liang Kongxiang's soft lips with his thumb, "You, I want you too."
"Greed knows no bounds," Liang Kongxiang reminded him.
"Greedy?" Jiang Jiaoming chuckled, released her, and patted her on the head. "Is this what you call greedy? What if you hear something even more greedy? Hmm?"
Light footsteps suddenly sounded outside the door, but Liang Kongxiang didn't ask any further questions.
Jiang Jiaoming heard it too, composed himself, resumed his expressionless demeanor, and sat down at the foot of the bed.
Zhuang Yexue knocked on the door symbolically and then pushed it open to come in.
"Did I disturb you?" Zhuang Yexue had just finished washing her hands and habitually shook off the water. Jiang Jiaoming handed her a tissue. Zhuang Yexue thanked him, took a tissue to dry her hands, and threw it into the trash can at her feet.
"It's no trouble at all," Jiang Jiaoming said politely. "Thank you for accompanying her for the examination."
"Is there any compensation for your trouble?" Zhuang Yexue asked him jokingly.
"Is that even a question?" Jiang Jiaoming pulled up Zhuang Yexue's chat window and sent a transfer of 8888 yuan. "Thanks."
For someone like Jiang Jiaoming, money is the least scarce thing and the simplest and most effective way to solve problems.
Zhuang Yexue refused and sat down in the chair opposite the hospital bed. "Talking about money hurts feelings. President Jiang, it would be more practical to give me a good project."
They're up to their old tricks again. Jiang Jiaoming handles this with ease.
“How can I make this decision on my own? It depends on the director and screenwriter,” he asked knowingly. “So, which one has Miss Zhuang taken a liking to?”
"That's too fake," Zhuang Yexue smiled. "You're not cut out to be an actress."
Seeing that she had seen through his act, Jiang Jiaoming simply said, "It was intentional, can't you tell?"
Zhuang Yexue rolled her eyes inwardly, thinking, "Using minimal force to achieve maximum effect." Talking to Jiang Jiaoming was exhausting; he wasn't as straightforward as Liang Kongxiang. Although Liang Kongxiang rarely gave specific answers, her way of speaking was much gentler and more approachable, making her much more comfortable than Jiang Jiaoming, who had countless layers of pretense beneath each layer.
She knew that when she went out earlier, the two of them must have discussed something in the ward, and Jiang Jiaoming was now trying to distract her again.
"To be honest, Mr. Jiang," Zhuang Yexue said bluntly, having no intention of playing along with him today, "I do want the female lead."
"The female lead, huh? That's normal," Jiang Jiaoming said casually, "Everyone wants one."
Zhuang Yexue looked at him, the absurdity in her eyes speaking volumes. She was truly fed up with Jiang Jiaoming's hypocrisy. Now that things had come to this, she had to abandon the idea of getting the role without any effort; she had to offer him something in return.
“Miss Liang, aren’t you curious about what I didn’t finish saying?” Zhuang Yexue no longer intended to waste time on Jiang Jiaoming, and turned to look at Liang Kongxiang, continuing to tempt her: “And the negative trending topics before the start of filming for this movie, I believe you can guess that those things were man-made.”
“I’ve never been particularly curious.” Liang Kongxiang’s expression was calm and indifferent, and she was not disturbed by the doubts raised by Zhuang Yexue. Her features remained relaxed, and coupled with her nonchalant tone, her words were quite convincing.
"Miss Zhuang also has the ability to foresee the future."
Zhuang Yexue choked for a moment. She really was composed; she was much more difficult to deal with than Geng Jiali and her accomplice.
Zhuang Yexue planned to retreat in order to advance. Before leaving, she stood at the door of the ward for a few seconds, turned around and looked at Liang Kongxiang. Suddenly, she raised her finger and pointed to the mud on her face, "There is dirt. You can't see it unless you look in the mirror."
After she finished speaking, she really went downstairs.
The door closed, and Liang Kongxiang slowly frowned, pondering Zhuang Yexue's words before leaving.
Jiang Jiaoming remained expressionless, lost in thought.
"Send me the project proposal and script. I'll review them and discuss them with Sister Chen before giving you an answer," Liang Kongxiang said to Jiang Jiaoming, then texted Chang Xin to bring the computer over.
"What's the rush?" Jiang Jiaoming snatched her phone, stacked it next to his own, and stuffed it into his coat pocket. "A few hours won't make a difference. Zhuang Yexue has already revealed enough information. All she knows is the people at Hechuan Pictures. What new tricks can she come up with?"
"Her last words were key," Liang Kongxiang pondered for a while longer. Dirty things… you can't see them without a mirror. Dirty things must refer to a person or event; to know what they are, you need a mirror.
Zhuang Yexue meant, would she tell her the answer?
Jiang Jiaoming had a cell phone vibrating in his pocket, so he reached in.
"Zhuo Qiyun." Jiang Jiaoming turned on the speakerphone and placed it flat on her chin. The voice from the other end of the phone poured out like a flood.
"Hello?" Zhuo Qiyun's voice was filled with anxiety and worry. "Kong Xiang, are you alright? I went to the film set this morning, and Director Cao said you were injured? What happened? Are you in the hospital now? I'm coming over!"
“It’s alright now,” Liang Kongxiang added. “Yexue came with me for a check-up.”
Zhuo Qiyun breathed a sigh of relief, then her tone took a strange turn, and she let out a short, sharp "Ah."
Then realizing something, she paused for a moment, and resumed her usual cheerful style: "Ah, she must have had a hard time. Is she next to you? Yexue, you've really had a hard time."
"She's not in the ward right now," Liang Kongxiang said with a smile.
"Why didn't you say so earlier!" Zhuo Qiyun was startled. She had been holding it in for a while, and knowing that Zhuang Yexue was not there was like a floodgate bursting. "Why did she come to see you so early in the morning? And she even accompanied you to the hospital... Geng Jiali and I are coming over now. Which hospital are you in?"
Liang Kongxiang gave her a name, "I'll send it to you on WeChat."
“Okay,” Zhuo Qiyun asked her again if there was anything she wanted to eat. “I’m so bored in the ward by myself. How about I pack up and come over to keep you company?”
A cold sneer came from the receiver, sounding like Geng Jiali's.
Zhuo Qiyun covered the microphone and argued with her for a few words, but she spoke in a breathy voice, so Liang Kongxiang couldn't hear what they were arguing about.
After hanging up the phone, Jiang Jiaoming put his phone away and teased her, "You're quite popular, Teacher Liang."
"Not as good as General Manager Jiang."
Jiang Jiaoming raised his eyebrows and said the complete sentence: "Board".
He was very optimistic about his current situation and told the other party not to give up on him, making demands before even starting to pursue her.
He spoke with a touch of self-righteous arrogance. Liang Kongxiang watched him calmly until he finished, then chuckled, seemingly lost in thought, before closing her eyes and ignoring him.
"What are you laughing at?" Jiang Jiaoming sat down beside her waist, leaning close and poking her lips with a finger, lifting it slightly. "Hmm?"
Liang Kongxiang tacitly approved of his actions and did not stop him. When she opened her eyes again, her usually cold face showed a hint of anger because of Jiang Jiaoming's actions, but she only looked at him, her gaze sweeping over his lips for a few seconds before moving down.
Sure enough, Jiang Jiaoming's Adam's apple bobbed up and down for a moment like a small mountain peak. Liang Kongxiang looked up and met his burning, menacing gaze.
"Trying to flirt with me?" Jiang Jiaoming stared into her eyes and said softly. He moved his index finger, which had been holding her lips, to caress her cheek, and pressed his thumb against her lips, rubbing them gently. "Is that all you've got?"
"This skill is enough to deal with you." As Liang Kongxiang spoke, her mouth opened and closed, gently rubbing against his thumb.
Jiang Jiaoming's thumb quickly became damp and hot.
Without the slightest embarrassment, he casually switched to another finger and rubbed it against her lips, his words carrying a hidden meaning: "Missing it? Then we can't be biased. All ten of my fingers have served you, haven't they?" He tapped Liang Kongxiang's half-open mouth rhythmically with the pad of his index finger and said slowly, "What, do you only like the thumb?"
He added two more fingers. "Or do you just like them both to be pressed against you at the same time?"
Liang Kongxiang's lips were covered by his three fingers, gently brushed like feathers.
She didn't push him away with his offensive gesture. Instead, she raised her hand, pinched his prominent Adam's apple between her index and middle fingers, and gently scraped it.
The small peak slid between her two fingers.
Liang Kongxiang tilted her head slightly, reached her left hand between their cheeks to cover his face, and slowly pushed it back. Once Jiang Jiaoming was far away, she turned her face back and laughed, her tone sounding sarcastic, "Jiang Jiaoming, have you forgotten what kind of person you are?"
When it comes to teasing, Jiang Jiaoming is always the first to lose his temper.
"What kind of behavior is this?" Jiang Jiaoming grabbed her hand that was covering his face and removed it. If it weren't for her injured knee, he would have already stepped onto the hospital bed and sat on her.
He felt like he was being sucked dry by a thousand mosquitoes, his whole body itching, but he couldn't scratch it. His expression remained calm and indifferent, but his words were blunt and unrestrained: "Do you love sex?"
“Do they know how much of a womanizer you are?” Liang Kongxiang pulled her hand back, crossed her arms, and looked at him teasingly: “President Jiang, the best way for you to ward off your suitors is to show your true colors.”
“These words should be directed at Miss Liang herself,” Jiang Jiaoming said, his gaze sweeping straight down her chin, neck, chest, and lower abdomen, before pointing to a certain spot. “This place is much more honest than your mouth.”
"Did you also train in superpowers like Miss Zhuang? Where did President Jiang learn X-ray vision?"
"Was I right?" Jiang Jiaoming handed her two tissues, considerately asking, "Wipe it off?"
“Keep it for yourself,” Liang Kongxiang glanced at him. The man sitting opposite her looked calm, but his body language betrayed his excitement.
Liang Kongxiang closed her eyes again and reminded her, "If you don't go to the bathroom soon, Zhuo Qiyun and Geng Jiali will be here."
No sooner had he finished speaking than T pushed open the door to the ward.
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Author's Note: Hahahaha, guess if they saw President Jiang's embarrassing moment? Hahahaha!
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