Chapter 89 Zhan Lintian
Everyone was curious about who his lover was, but Wu Zhou didn't say, and they couldn't presume to ask directly.
Wu Zhou's statement saved a lot of trouble.
When others want to ask about business matters, they don't know how to force a change of topic; if they go along with him and ask who his lover is, it would be even more impolite.
Some people also suggested using his wife's connections, saying that if Mr. Wu's wife was available, they would arrange for her to go shopping with him and his wife, buying clothes, bags, getting manicures and eyelash extensions, and he would cover all the expenses.
It's completely irrelevant.
Wu Zhou didn't care about their thoughts. He kept looking in the direction of Jiangxia, and the smile on his lips never left his face.
The manufacturers who cooperated with Jiang Xia certainly had good taste. Jiang Xia stood next to the platform like a model, with a tall and slender figure that was inexplicably attractive.
Is this considered... saving face?
In the afternoon, Jiangxia can sit down and rest properly.
All the major clients who made appointments today have finished their consultations. These are long-term clients who will generally place orders unless there are strong competitors.
People who are interested in cooperation usually finish their work in the morning, and then go back to the hotel in the afternoon to compare information and prices.
But none of this was within Jiang Xia's job scope, so he didn't care about the follow-up.
Before leaving get off work, the staff prepared a second gift for Jiangxia.
Besides the expensive coffee beans, it also contained his preferred black tea.
The staff member was very polite: "Mr. Xie prepared this especially for you."
Jiang Xia accepted the gift with both hands and thanked him, saying, "Thank you for your kindness."
No sooner had Jiang Xia left the development area than Wu Zhou followed him.
Wu Zhou walked alongside him, slightly bending down, and whispered, "I've come to pick you up after get off work."
Jiang Xia paused slightly, but he wasn't surprised. At lunchtime, people were saying that the big boss of Jiusi Technology had arrived.
Suspecting that Jiusi Technology might have a new development direction, the big boss came to inspect, but Jiang Xia knew that Wu Zhou was just there to wait for him to get off work.
It was warm inside the venue, but a cold wind swept over you as you stepped outside.
Wu Zhou took the gift box from his hands and reminded him, "Put your hands in your pockets to warm them up."
Jiang Xia's face flushed, and she softly hummed in agreement, "And what about you?"
Wu Zhou lowered his voice: "It's not cold. Take my car back to the hotel. After all, I've been waiting for you."
His attitude was firm, and seeing this, Jiang Xia could only call the person who would pick him up, so as not to trouble them to come over.
Upon hearing this, Wu Zhou's smile widened even further.
As soon as they reached the car, Wu Zhou opened the door for Jiang Xia, who looked at him and said, "I can do it myself."
Wu Zhou replied, "It's my honor."
He never felt ashamed of taking the initiative to show affection; he was pursuing Jiang Xia in the hope that she would fulfill his emotional needs...
He had something to ask of Jiangxia, but he couldn't be so shameless as to demand that Jiangxia not only satisfy him but also comply with him in every other way.
Moreover, he also enjoyed the feeling of having some control over the river gorges.
He can rely on me a little more, ideally he can't live without me, only then will I feel at ease.
Since Jiangxia is not short of money and does not have such a strong desire, he can only make up for it in other ways.
Now that Jiang Xia has tacitly accepted his existence, Wu Zhou must seize the opportunity.
He hoped that he was a unique existence in Jiangxia.
The two returned to the hotel, and Jiang Xia sat on the bed to rest.
Although there was a small sofa in the room, it wasn't very comfortable to sit on.
He had been standing for a long time, and his body was exhausted. All he wanted to do was rest.
Wu Zhou followed him in.
Jiang Xia propped herself up on the bed with both hands, leaned back slightly, and lazily squinted at him: "Aren't you going back to your room?"
I saw you check into a hotel yesterday.
Wu Zhou walked over, but instead of answering the question, he sat down to the side, lifted Jiang Xia's feet, and gently removed her leather shoes.
The assistant had put two pairs of new slippers in the room that morning. At that moment, Wu Zhou gently massaged Jiang Xia's right foot: "Want a massage?"
Jiang Xia bent his knees and said softly, "No need."
Wu Zhou then simply helped him put on his slippers.
Jiang Xia tried to stop him from helping her put on the other one: "I can do it myself."
Wu Zhou stopped him, saying, "I'll help you."
Jiang Xia felt the other person's palm caressing his body, and his gaze followed the other person's movements.
Jiang Xia asked him, "Why did you do that?"
Wu Zhou helped him put on his shoes and said, "You must be tired after a long day of work. I want to make you more comfortable."
Jiang Xia's lips trembled as he pondered what to say, when Wu Zhou added, "Because I feel sorry for you."
Jiang Xia lowered her eyes and said, "Thank you."
Wu Zhou touched his ankle and told him to put his right leg on his thigh, saying it would be more comfortable that way.
“I hope that in the future you can ask me for things without hesitation, such as taking off your coat as soon as you come in and handing it to me so I can hang it up for you.”
"Or when you're very tired, open your arms and snuggle against my chest."
"Jiang Xia, I really like the way you can rely on me."
Wu Zhou didn't know how to describe his mindset, but he enjoyed the times when Jiang Xia needed him in some ways to make things better for her.
Previously, when he was in charge of Wu Ming, he only disciplined him slightly, and Wu Ming complained that he was stricter than his own father.
Wu Zhou asked, "But I don't know where your bottom line is. If you feel that I'm interfering too much, you must tell me."
Jiang Xia watched as his palm rubbed against her ankle, his fingertips constantly caressing it.
Jiang Xia lowered her eyelashes, her thick lashes obscuring her eyes.
The room was so quiet that you could almost hear two people breathing.
Jiang Xia said in a low voice, "I like Wu Zhou very much."
Wu Zhou paused, his heart finally at ease, and smiled: "Okay, it's too cold in China. How about we go abroad for a trip sometime?"
“Go somewhere warm. Once you’ve thought it through, I’ll make the arrangements.” Wu Zhou stroked Jiang Xia’s calf. “How many days will you be working here?”
Jiang Xia didn't pull his leg back, and replied, "Three days. I'll go to my next business trip the day after tomorrow morning."
Wu Zhou hummed in agreement: "How about we stroll around here tomorrow night? Would you like me to accompany you?"
Jiang Xia shook his head: "The manufacturers are hosting dinners and social events. The overseas clients who placed orders these past few days are also there, so I have to do translation."
Wu Zhou didn't insist: "Then I'll wait for you at the restaurant."
"Jiang Xia, tell me, where are you eating?" He bent down, getting much closer, his warm breath falling on Jiang Xia's neck.
He gently kissed Jiang Xia's neck.
Jiang Xia gave a soft "hmm" and could only tell the truth: "The Hejiang Hotel in the area hasn't sent me the name of the private room yet."
Wu Zhou kissed Jiang Xia's cheek: "Then I'll book a private room there for you tomorrow."
Jiang Xia tried to escape, but was pinned to the bed, his face repeatedly kissed by Wu Zhou.
The other person would kiss his eyes from time to time, forcing Jiang Xia to close his eyes to avoid getting hurt.
He wondered to himself, is it really that easy to get close to someone?
Wu Zhou kissed the small mole on Jiang Xia's left cheek, his Adam's apple bobbing as he kissed it hard, causing the soft flesh of Jiang Xia's cheek to sink in.
He really wanted to tell Jiang Xia that he had found the mole incredibly sexy ever since it appeared.
In particular, Jiang Xia has shed her childishness, and her eyebrows and eyes have become more refined. The slight upward curve at the corners of her eyes, when she squints at herself, looks more like a tease.
He was seducing me silently...
This state of helplessness, not knowing what to do, not knowing right from wrong, and being instinctively guided by one's own naiveté, is both contradictory and harmonious in Jiang Xia.
Wu Zhou knew, of course, that Jiang Xia was unable to make a decision, so he could neither refuse nor agree.
As long as you don't hate yourself, that means you agree...
That night, Wu Zhou still didn't return to his room, but stayed in the Jiangxia suite.
The hotel bed was large enough for two adults to sleep in, but Wu Zhou still hugged Jiang Xia tightly and lay in the middle.
With his thick forearms wrapped around Jiang Xia's waist, even if Jiang Xia tried to turn over, he would forcefully pull him into his arms, as if he wanted to meld him into his own flesh and blood, never to be separated for a moment.
The next day, when Jiang Xia woke up, Wu Zhou also woke up. He gently patted Jiang Xia's back, his tone lazy and satisfied: "Awake?"
Jiang Xia was still a little sleepy, so he buried his head in the pillow and said in a muffled voice, "Mmm..."
Wu Zhou's chest trembled, and he chuckled, "I know, take another five minutes to rest, I'll wake you up when it's time."
Jiang Xia didn't answer, but he also didn't get up, which was taken as tacit agreement...
By the third day of the exhibition, Jiang Xia's work was coming to an end, and almost all the overseas clients he needed to serve had arrived.
Connecting with potential domestic clients is not within Jiangxia's scope of work.
Jiang Xia had dinner to eat that evening, so after get off work, she took some time to go back to the hotel and change into some more casual clothes.
But since it was still a social occasion, he wore a pale yellow pinstripe shirt underneath, but no tie, and a white hooded jacket.
The hat also had a fringe of fluffy fur around the outside, and the fur was quite long. Jiang Xia gently stood on his tiptoes, and the fur on the hat swayed gently up and down.
Wu Zhou bought the coat for him during the day, and immediately washed and dried it to make it more hygienic.
He brought all formal attire with him this time, which was appropriate but not very comfortable.
Wu Zhou bought it specially, and now he praised it, saying, "It looks good."
Jiang Xia only sprayed some hairspray and scratched his hair.
His clothes had large pockets, and he put his phone, room key, and hangover cure into them.
Wu Zhou narrowed his eyes, slightly displeased: "Want to drink? You can't hold your liquor."
"Poor alcohol tolerance" is a polite way of saying it; it's practically the same as having no alcohol tolerance at all. Jiangxia used to dislike people who drank heavily.
Jiang Xia pursed her lips and said, "I've been thinking about practicing my alcohol tolerance lately. It's better to drink a little at work than not to drink at all."
Wu Zhou frowned, thinking about the terrible drinking culture.
Jiang Xia walked to the door, stopped, turned back to look at him, and said softly, "And just a little bit will keep you warm in winter."
My head was spinning, my whole body felt warm, and my mind was filled with pleasant feelings.
Jiang Xia was too embarrassed to admit that he really enjoyed being slightly drunk.
"I'm leaving now." Jiang Xia saw that Wu Zhou was still dissatisfied, so he could only appease him, "I drank tonight because you were nearby, so I felt at ease."
Wu Zhou relaxed his slightly furrowed brow and nodded.
Jiang Xia arrived at the hotel. He had arrived early, and there were also company representatives there to drink with him.
The food hadn't been served yet, and Jiang Xia checked his phone.
Wu Zhou sent a message: "I'm in the private room across from yours. Come in after we're done. I'm waiting for you."
Jiang Xia typed: "I know."
At the same time, Zhan Lintian sent a message: "Wu Zhou is over there?"
Zhan Lintian posted: "I'm almost there."
Words cannot directly express emotions, but right now Zhan Lintian's lips were drooping and his face was gloomy. The driver in the front seat wondered to himself, "Who has offended President Zhan?"
Jiang Xia also sent a message: "You... there's no need. I have a business dinner tonight."
Zhan Lintian sent a voice message: "I haven't eaten either, Jiang Xia. I'm starving. Where are you? I'll come over and mooch a meal."
Jiang Xia explained, "It's a business dinner, so it's not convenient."
Zhan Lintian sent a voice message, his voice mixed with the howling cold wind outside the window in winter.
"I ate lunch at noon and will arrive at your place around 10 p.m. tonight."
Seeing that the other party wouldn't give up unless they came in person, Jiang Xia told them, "Let me pack you a meal."
Jiang Xia got up and ordered a crab roe fried rice.
Tonight's dinner is going to be quite long, mainly because of the biological clocks and mealtimes of our overseas clients.
At the banquet, the second boss, who was accompanying them, brought his treasured wines. Jiang Xia hadn't drunk any of them beforehand, so he acted as the translator, keeping an eye on everything.
After everyone had drunk their fill, he picked up his wine glass and took a sip.
It's a bit... astringent.
A novice can't taste the initial, middle, and final notes, but soon after drinking it, he felt warm all over. Jiang Xia squinted his eyes and murmured...
Well, he prefers to warm up with alcohol rather than get drunk.
The customers were helped out of the house by others and slept in the guest rooms upstairs.
Jiang Xia had someone offer to take him back to his hotel, but he politely declined. Not to mention that there was also a General Manager Wu waiting for him, he also had to give the fried rice to General Manager Zhan, who insisted on coming over.
Jiang Xia took off his coat, stood at the service counter, leaned on the counter with one hand, and said gently to the two young girls in front of him, "The fried rice is a bit cold, could you please heat it up for me?"
"Okay, sir. Do you need a pick-up and drop-off service?"
Jiang Xia shook her head, her hair a little messy: "No need... I..." Someone answered...
Before he could finish speaking, he heard hurried footsteps behind him. Zhan Lintian quickly walked over, put his arm around his waist, and smelled the faint scent of alcohol on him.
He smiled and looked at the receptionist: "I'll come to pick him up."
"Why did you drink?" Zhan Lintian pulled the person closer to his chest. "Wu Zhou arrived early, didn't he stop you?"
Seeing that Jiang Xiaren was drunk but still knew to reheat the fried rice, Zhan Lintian said, "At least you still have some conscience. Come on, let's go to the restroom and I'll help you wash your face."
Zhan Lintian then asked, "Are there any guest rooms upstairs? Book one, and prepare clean towels."
The receptionist replied, "Yes, sir."
Zhan Lintian pulled Jiang Xia into his arms and chuckled, "Come on, let me wipe your face."
A note from the author:
Wu Ming: What right do you have to tell me what to do? Are you my father?
Wu Zhou: ...
When Wu Zhou was in charge of the Yangtze River Gorge.
Jiang Xia (thinking, hesitating, telling the truth): ...I still like it very much.
Wu Zhou: I knew my actions were not problematic.
President Wu has a strong desire for control. He didn't directly seize the property before because he felt he could ensure that if Wu Ming and Jiang Xia got together, he would break Wu Ming's legs if Wu Ming dared to cheat. However, he didn't expect Wu Ming to cause trouble before they even got together, forcing him to observe Jiang Xia's situation.
They were afraid that interfering too much would influence Jiangxia's decision.
He couldn't directly manage Jiangxia, so in recent years he sent people to keep an eye on Wu Ming, watching him like a grandson. He knew everything Wu Ming had done, and had a lot of dirt on him.
Even the strongest desire for control might scare Jiang Xia away.
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Mr. Zhan: Even when he's drunk, he knows he can't let me eat cold food. I'm happy.
While helping me wipe my face, I saw a hickey.
Zhan Lintian: Happy my foot! [Angry]
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