Chapter 18 Overtime
Zhan Lintian grunted twice, knowing he was just joking.
He couldn't believe that Jiangxia might have taken the initiative to do such a thing.
However, he was eagerly anticipating Wu Zhou's reaction, as all signs indicated something unusual.
Wu Zhou… Zhan Lintian pondered. Although the two knew each other, they were not close. In short, he had no bad impression of Wu Zhou and was much more reliable and steady than his younger brother.
My phone dinged.
Jiang Xia responded: "It's inappropriate."
"Thank you for your guidance, Mr. Zhan."
Jiang Xia looked up at the window and could just catch a glimpse of Wu Zhou's profile.
He had one hand in his pocket, his brow furrowed, looking disapprovingly at his sleeping younger brother.
Jiang Xia imagined himself waiting for Wu Zhou in his bedroom so they could enter this cramped space together.
The difference in body temperature and breathing between two people will be very noticeable.
Then my fingers brushed against his palm, my fingertips lightly touching...
Jiang Xia coughed lightly in embarrassment, then said, "Never mind."
Zhan Lintian smiled and, seeing that he hadn't replied for a long time, typed a reply: "I'm just giving you an idea; the specifics are up to you to handle flexibly."
After thinking it over, he sent a voice message with a faint smile in his voice: "This trick won't work on a womanizer, but Wu Zhou hasn't had any scandals so far, so let's take a gamble?"
After reading this sentence through Jiangxia's speech-to-text transcription, I couldn't help but laugh.
Even someone as rigid as him could tell that President Zhan was joking, which eased his tension.
He was looking down at his phone when he heard footsteps getting closer and closer.
Wu Zhou slowly stepped into the master bedroom, stood in front of him, and looked at him.
The old house had low ceilings. Jiang Xia was originally standing between the bed and the wardrobe with a bag in her hand, but as soon as the man in front of her entered, the space in the room seemed to shrink.
Jiang Xia was trapped by him and could not escape.
Wu Zhou took a step closer, his powerful aura pressing down on Jiang Xia. Jiang Xia instinctively retreated, his calves touching the edge of the bay window with the curtains.
He reached out and lifted the bag, but lowered his head, not daring to look at him: "Mr. Wu, um... your coat."
Wu Zhou then reached out and took the bag. As he took the bag, his fingers almost brushed against Jiang Xia's hand, the scalding heat seeming like it could burn him.
Jiang Xia quickly withdrew his hand.
He glanced at the bed, somewhat embarrassed, and said awkwardly, "The room is a bit messy."
The bed sheets were perfectly smooth, the curtains were tied back with ribbons, there was a floor-to-ceiling wardrobe, and a standing bookcase was embedded in the corner, with many books neatly arranged on it.
A faint fragrance wafted in the air, indicating that the homeowner frequently washed the bed sheets and curtains.
Wu Zhou's gaze shifted, his voice low and deep: "I noticed you hadn't come out, so I thought you needed help."
Jiang Xia blushed slightly as she thought of the idea that General Manager Zhan had just suggested. She felt her earlobes burning and prayed that she wouldn't turn red. She waved her hand hurriedly and chuckled, "Thank you, but I'm fine."
"Mr. Wu, please come and sit in the living room." Jiang Xia raised his hand.
The living room was small, with only a row of sofas. Even a big man like Wu Ming couldn't fully stretch his legs out when he lay on it.
He was fast asleep. Wu Zhou approached, and together with Jiang Xia and Assistant Xie, a total of three people stood beside him, but he did not wake up.
Jiang Xia moved the dining chairs aside and invited them to sit down.
Assistant Xie glanced at his boss first, and seeing that General Manager Wu did not respond, he smiled and declined his offer.
Seeing that his boss wasn't going to hand him the bag but was still carrying it, Assistant Xie didn't take it either. He just looked at Jiang Xia and said, "Thank you for your help."
"You're welcome."
They exchanged a few words.
Wu Ming vaguely heard this, but he still didn't wake up. He mumbled something and smacked his lips.
After flying for several hours to get back home, I was starving.
Wu Zhou looked at Jiang Xia's apron: "You haven't eaten yet?"
Jiang Xia replied, "I haven't had lunch yet."
Wu Zhou glanced at the time and said, "Let's go out to eat. I have something to tell you."
Jiang Xia looked at Wu Ming on the sofa and lowered her voice: "He's still not awake."
Wu Zhou abandoned his younger brother without any remorse: "You don't need to take him. What do you want to eat?"
When it comes to big shots like this, Jiang Xia couldn't think of many restaurants that matched Wu Zhou's status.
The main problem is that I didn't know about it and had basically never eaten there.
Jiang Xia was somewhat embarrassed: "I'll follow Mr. Wu's arrangements."
He looked at Wu Ming, then chuckled softly, "He's too tired. I'm worried about leaving him here alone. Next time, when I've finished my work, I'll treat you to dinner to thank you for taking care of me during this time."
Mr. Wu's lips touched, but the words he was about to say suddenly stopped, replaced by a soft "hmm".
Before leaving, Wu Zhou stood at the door, looking at Jiang Xia with a gloomy expression: "When Wu Ming wakes up, remind him to go home. Grandpa misses him very much."
Jiang Xia agreed, and as the door was about to close, he turned to look at Wu Ming on the sofa.
Wu Zhou peeked through the crack in the door and saw what was happening in front of him.
Jiang Xia did this with a calm expression, as if he were really just taking care of a male friend.
They could have forcibly woken Wu Ming up and forced him to go home...
Wu Zhou pursed his thin lips and said, "Never mind."
The two remained separated until the door closed.
In the afternoon, Wu Ming woke up drooling and touched the marks left on his face.
Jiangxia is already preparing dinner.
Wu Ming checked the time: "It's only a little past four, so early?"
Jiang Xia said, "I was worried you'd get hungry."
He opened the refrigerator and shook the Coke: "Want some Coke chicken wings? I still have some frozen chicken wings in my fridge."
Wu Ming yawned and said seriously, "Eating frozen food is unhealthy. You'll see when I take you to a restaurant to eat it fresh."
Jiang Xia glanced at him silently and saw Wu Ming take out his phone and type frantically.
He took out the chicken wings to thaw, and chuckled, "You seem quite troubled. Miss Xie must be missing you too."
Wu Ming complained with a hint of happiness, "Maybe. I have something to do, so I won't eat. Don't bother, I'll be going now."
He grabbed his bag, ran quickly to Jiang Xia's side, and gave her a tight hug: "I'll have someone bring your gift over later. See you next time. Next time I want to eat chicken stewed with tea tree mushrooms."
He also ordered a dish.
Jiang Xia didn't respond, and changed the subject: "Your brother wants you to come home today. Grandpa misses you."
Wu Ming seemed to have been hit where it hurt, and jumped up and said, "Why? Who knows if he's lying!"
"I didn't do as he wanted tonight. I'm leaving now, bye-bye."
Jiang Xia was speechless as he watched Wu Ming leave—the door was left open.
He then took out chicken wings and a Coke, and went to close the door.
He really wanted something sweet, and he would eat it whether Wu Ming was there or not.
After preparing the meal, Jiang Xia sat alone at the dining table. The small rented room, which had been bustling with activity just moments before, was now empty except for him.
Jiang Xia ate a bite of food and a bite of rice, intending to finish the meal in silence.
Zhan Lintian sent him a message asking for details, and he replied briefly.
My initially depressed mood was warmed by Zhan Lintian's greeting.
At least there are still people who care about my situation.
*
The next morning, the weather turned cool, with a low of 17 degrees Celsius. Jiang Xia put on a thick shirt, draped a black overcoat over his shoulders, put on his work badge, and carried his documents downstairs.
It was all material from the author's youth. He had originally planned to read it at home on Sunday, but Wu Ming's sudden return to China affected him.
He could only watch it briefly at the company.
With so many things to do, Jiang Xia had no time to think about Wu Ming's matter.
A group meeting was held at 9 a.m. to revise the project schedule. The translation team is progressing well, and the editor-in-chief has assigned them a new project.
He wasn't the main person in charge of the new project, so he didn't feel much pressure, but he was still quite tired.
Jiang Xia did the math, and when he thought about how he would earn more than three thousand yuan for each extra day he stayed here, he didn't feel so tired anymore.
He had just finished a meeting and sat down when someone came over to ask him a question.
Only after taking on the task did he realize why the editor-in-chief had pulled him into the new project.
Jiang Xia listened to "Group Leader Jiang," "Translator Jiang," and "Brother Jiang" all day long. When he got off work, he ran his hands through his hair and his eyes were red.
So, after work that day, Jiang Xia printed out a large pile of Western historical materials to take home.
When he was leaving get off work, he received a call from Wu Zhou, who invited him to dinner.
Jiang Xia knew he wanted to talk about something, but no matter what they talked about, President Wu would provide food, so he silently agreed, feeling very hungry.
Wu Zhou booked a private room at a popular restaurant.
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