Chapter 47 Spying (Revised)
The two locked eyes, and Zhan Lintian suddenly leaned closer, his nose almost brushing against Jiang Xia's cheek.
Looking at Jiang Xia's face, Zhan Lintian said in a deep voice, word by word, "Jiang Xia, I'm worried about you, I have to come over."
The man's hot breath fell on Jiang Xia's face.
Jiang Xia's pupils trembled slightly. He had only helped Zhan Lintian once in the Fog Kingdom, yet Zhan Lintian remembered it and stood up for him every time.
When you calculate it carefully, it's clear that I'm the one who owes him a favor.
Especially tonight, Wu Ming even called Zhan Lintian...
Jiang Xia was both embarrassed and angry. Wu Ming actually dared to call and directly curse President Zhan, even though President Zhan had clearly done nothing wrong.
Wu Ming was a good friend of his from many years ago, and Jiang Xia felt ashamed because of him.
Having been bound to Wu Ming for so many years, this once best friend of his made a mistake, and Jiang Xia suffered as a result.
Jiang Xia instinctively apologized: "I'm sorry, I didn't know he would go crazy."
Zhan Lintian raised his hand, his fingertips gently brushing against the top of his head, casually twirling a strand of hair.
His tone was relaxed and languid.
"The person who should apologize is not you, but him. He is him, and you are you."
"It's not your problem if your friend makes a mistake."
Zhan Lintian looked at Jiang Xia.
Jiang Xia shrugged, slightly raised her chin, gave a helpless smile, looked into his eyes, and said softly, "Thank you."
Zhan Lintian favored his frankness.
However… Zhan Lintian thought that Jiang Xia rarely looked at Wu Zhou, let alone looked him directly in the eye…
Jiang Xia was ashamed to look Wu Zhou in the eye, but he could look at himself with ease.
Zhan Lintian felt a little uncomfortable and instinctively touched his pocket. He didn't like smoking, but it did relieve his sometimes uneasy mood.
Jiangxia seems to genuinely only considers himself a friend.
The room was warm and clean, with a faint scent of lingering cookies and the clothes hanging on the balcony still smelling sweet.
Zhan Lintian withdrew his hand from the cigarette and followed Jiang Xia, watching him introduce his small home.
"I haven't been able to clean the guest rooms for the past few days, so Mr. Zhan and I have to squeeze in together."
He didn't have a dryer at home, and he originally planned to take the sheets and duvet covers to the dry cleaner, but he's been too busy lately and hasn't been in a good mood, so he's put it off.
Moreover, judging from Zhan Lintian's attitude, even if he re-made the sheets, he wouldn't sleep in the guest room.
Jiang Xia bent down and took out a pair of slippers: "These are new ones I bought recently. Nobody has worn them before. They're more comfortable to wear at night."
After putting it on, Zhan Lintian found that the size was just right.
Jiang Xia said softly, "I'm very accurate when it comes to shoe sizes."
“But I don’t have any pajamas in your size at home, so I…” Jiang Xia decided to find a delivery service.
Zhan Lintian picked up the small bag in his hand and replied, "His madness has nothing to do with you. I brought pajamas. I need to use the restroom."
Jiang Xia then noticed a small bag hidden under the coat he was carrying in his right hand.
Jiangxia pointed to the restroom.
Zhan Lintian walked into the bathroom. It wasn't big, but it was very clean and tidy, with only some toiletries inside.
The space was too small, and there was no separation between wet and dry areas. Jiang Xia felt that it was unhygienic to keep towels and toothbrushes in the bathroom, so he hung a shelf on the wall outside the bathroom to store the towels and toothbrushes.
Zhan Lintian quickly washed up, changed his clothes, and came out.
Jiang Xia is changing the bed sheets in the bedroom.
Zhan Lintian darted into the bedroom and saw the set of pale yellow jacquard patterned bed sheets, a very warm and cozy solid color pattern.
The room seemed brighter now.
Jiang Xia smoothed the bedsheets out, ran his fingertips across the sheets, and then gently patted them to remove non-existent dust.
Zhan Lintian said, "I'll give it a try."
After saying that, he lay back on his left side, holding his phone and sending a message: "I need to tell Wu Zhou about Wu Ming's matter; this is his problem."
Jiang Xia looked at him, and after he finished typing, she still felt like it was all a dream...
Zhan Lintian is contacting Wu Zhou, sincerely hoping to find something for Mr. Wu to do.
Wu Zhou, who was looking at the financial report, heard two ringing sounds. Thinking it was news from Jiang Xia, he picked it up and his face gradually darkened.
What exactly is Wu Ming doing?!
He got up, left the study, walked to Wu Ming's room, and knocked on the door.
Wu Ming, who was about to climb over the wall and leave under the cover of darkness, stopped in his tracks.
Wu Zhou said coldly, "Come out."
Wu Ming reluctantly opened the door: "Big Brother."
"You contacted Zhan Lintian?"
Wu Ming tried to speak, but couldn't utter a single word. Finally, he just grunted in response.
He felt that Zhan Lintian had ulterior motives towards Jiang Xia; it wasn't friendship, but more like...love.
However, Jiangxia was not on guard.
Wu Zhou scrutinized him from head to toe.
Wu Ming couldn't stand it anymore and finally spoke up to refute: "Jiang Xia and he are not familiar with each other. He went to bother Jiang Xia, so I just said a few words."
Wu Zhou sneered: "When you were drunk and asked Jiang Xia to pick you up, didn't you feel like you were bothering her? When you refused to tell Jiang Xia about your engagement party, didn't you feel like you were being presumptuous? When you lied to Jiang Xia and actually went on a date, why didn't you scold yourself?"
Wu Zhou said, word by word, "What right do you have to say that?"
Wu Ming clenched his fists.
"Get some rest and prepare for your wedding."
Wu Ming exclaimed in surprise, "Didn't you say you weren't going to get married?"
“I suddenly think it would be good if you married Xie Xingzhang. It would help you to tone down your personality. Miss Xie also said it would be fine.”
She clearly loved Wu Ming a lot, but since she had agreed, it was a done deal.
Wu Zhou lowered his head to straighten his shirt cuffs, then looked up at him with eyes like an eagle.
"As long as you are still in Montreal, and as long as you cannot handle this matter properly, it will not end."
"It's all your own fault."
After Wu Zhou finished speaking, he instructed the aunt who had come over, who had raised Wu Ming from a young age.
"Aunt Zhao, could you please take care of him in his room tonight?"
Aunt Zhao said kindly, "Yes, young master."
Wu Ming has lived in this house since he was a child, and a small room was specially reserved for the caregivers.
Aunt Zhao was practically his wet nurse, so Wu Ming couldn't bear to get angry with her and went into the house dejectedly.
He also couldn't easily call Jiang Xia, because President Zhan was impolite and would definitely take over the conversation.
At this moment, after General Manager Zhan lay face down on the bed, his body almost taking up most of the bed surface. Jiang Xia sat on the edge of the bed, looking at the man who had already lain down.
Will I sleep with him tonight?
Jiangxia still found it somewhat unbelievable.
Zhan Lintian's phone rang twice.
He took it out and looked at it, saying, "Wu Zhou has returned. He will arrange for someone to keep an eye on Wu Ming."
It was a strange feeling. Jiang Xia first washed up and rubbed his face. After washing his face, he felt even more awake.
Jiang Xia sat on the edge of the bed, then quietly lay down on her side. President Zhan's breathing was shallow, almost inaudible.
The curtains weren't fully drawn, and the streetlights outside illuminated a small corner of the room.
Jiang Xia turned around, wanting to check the situation and whether he should get up and draw the curtains.
He turned his head and saw Zhan Lintian lying face down in front of him.
Perhaps he was too tired from driving here, because Mr. Zhan closed his eyes and didn't speak, his thin lips pressed tightly together.
Jiang Xia was somewhat dazed, vaguely recalling how he had once counted Wu Ming's breaths late at night and watched his eyelashes tremble slightly.
What happened more than a decade ago has now become more than a decade later.
The person next to him changed from Wu Ming to Zhan Lintian.
Jiang Xia couldn't tell whether he was asleep or not, so she didn't wake him up. She just quietly traced his features with her eyes.
One strand after another, it kept Jiang Xia awake.
After graduation, I rented this apartment and reserved a guest room for Wu Ming. Wu Ming probably hasn't stayed there more than ten times in the past five years.
Wu Ming always says that his house isn't very good.
Tens of millions, you can choose whatever you want, as long as you stay in Montreal.
However, Wu Ming accompanied him to choose this house back then.
The two of them walked back and forth in the room, discussing how to renovate each area.
The guest room was originally the study, but Wu Ming grumbled that he wanted to come and stay there. Was he supposed to sleep on the sofa?
He refused and didn't believe Jiang Xia would be so heartless, so he converted the study in his house into a guest room.
As a second choice, Jiang Xia bought a standing bookshelf and placed it in the living room to store his books and documents.
Time flows like water, yet it feels like yesterday. Jiang Xia felt the warmth emanating from him, like a furnace, making her heart itch with unbearable heat.
At the time, neither Wu Ming nor I ever imagined that we would drift apart like this.
At that time, they thought each other was the best in the world and made a promise to each other for life.
Even though nothing was wagered, both sides believed that the saying was as precious as gold.
The night he made the promise, the young boy woke up and fell asleep repeatedly, looking at Wu Ming over and over again.
However, Wu Ming slept soundly that night and didn't wake up even once.
At this moment, Jiang Xia stared at Zhan Lintian, not knowing how long he had been staring.
The man in front of them suddenly opened his eyes slowly, and the two looked at each other closely.
Zhan Lintian said nothing, simply letting Jiang Xia watch quietly.
Jiang Xia's previously hazy consciousness suddenly cleared, and he slowly opened his eyes wide.
—Not asleep?!
Zhan Lintian's deep gaze met Jiang Xia's silent stare.
The two people were a bit far apart, and when the blanket was pulled straight, a draft could get through.
Zhan Lintian reached out and pulled Jiang Xia into his arms, almost pulling him completely into his embrace.
He gently rubbed his cheek against Jiang Xia's hair, his voice hoarse, as if veiled in mist: "Like this, it's warm."
Zhan Lintian held Jiang Xia's back with one hand, and with the other hand he slipped under Jiang Xia's waist and wrapped it tightly around his waist.
This pose is so passionate, it looks like two people are embracing.
Zhan Lintian's voice was hoarse, like a soft murmur, or like talking in his sleep.
He whispered in someone's ear, "Jiangxia..."
The scorching heat fell on Jiang Xia's body, pressed against Zhan Lintian's chest, and the man's heartbeat was deafening, making his eardrums vibrate and gradually synchronize with his own heartbeat.
Amidst the unmistakable pounding of his heart, Zhan Lintian released his intense emotions.
Seeing that he was sleepy, Zhan Lintian comforted him, "Sleepy? If you're sleepy, go to sleep. Don't force yourself to stay awake."
Jiang Xia tilted her head back from his chest, her hair disheveled, and looked at him.
In the dimly lit room, the two silently stared at each other. Jiang Xia, by the faint light, saw the man's closed eyes fixed on her—just like when she had looked at Wu Ming years ago.
Jiang Xia's pupils trembled as a bold thought flashed through her mind: He likes me...
In the room, no one pushed him away. Jiang Xia took a moment to turn around, his back to Zhan Lintian.
Perhaps Zhan Lintian was just confused from sleep.
Then, Zhan Lintian approached from behind, and their hearts touched...
The heartbeats gradually synchronized.
On this cold winter day, Jiang Xia felt unbearably hot from head to toe all night long. His originally cold feet were being pressed and rubbed against by Zhan Lintian's legs...
The next morning.
Jiang Xia woke up early and instinctively wanted to get out of bed to wash up.
As soon as he moved, Zhan Lintian reached out again, trying to pull him back onto the bed.
Jiang Xia moved a little too quickly, and Zhan Lintian looked at his hands with some disappointment. After resting for a moment, he got up and slowly walked behind Jiang Xia in the kitchen.
He bent down and rested his head on Jiang Xia's shoulder.
Jiang Xia's hand paused, and the spatula almost slipped from his grasp.
Like in a dream, Zhan Lintian chuckled: "Why are you hiding?"
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