Chapter 92 Teasing
Zhan Lintian made a verbal request but acted forcefully, relying on the fact that Jiangxia could not abandon him halfway off the high-speed train.
Jiang Xia knew that even if he disagreed, Jiang Xia would still insist on coming.
Jiang Xia sighed helplessly and rubbed his forehead.
Zhan Lintian narrowed his eyes and smiled.
A short while later, Mr. Wu's assistant returned: "There are seats available two stops later, and we've already bought them for you, Mr. Zhan. This is your seat."
He sent the message to Zhan Lintian.
Two stops, neither long nor short, and Zhan Lintian still has to sit in the second-class carriage for forty minutes.
Jiang Xia and Wu Zhou returned to their positions first.
The two were not seated next to each other, so Wu Zhou sent a text message to Jiang Xia.
"Jiang Xia, you should get some sleep first. It's still early before we go to Huaihai."
Wu Zhou continued, "You cancel your hotel reservation, I've booked another one, the environment is very nice."
Jiang Xia hesitated for a long time before finally typing two words: "Thank you."
"I'm not going to sleep, I'll look at the documents for a while first."
"I have some jobs I can introduce to you. Take a look at the information."
Jiang Xia typed: "Thank you."
Wu Zhou started sending documents.
Messages kept popping up, ringing incessantly.
Jiangxia originally thought it would be a lonely trip, but it turned out to be quite lively.
He could hardly remember Wu Ming anymore.
At first, when he saw the character "Wu" in Wu Zhou's name, he would mistake it for Wu Ming, but now he has no such feeling at all...
Jiang Xia rested her chin on her hand, looking at her phone screen. She said, "By the way, Wu Zhou's surname Zhou seems to be because his mother's surname is Zhou."
Ironically, the fact that she was the first child to share both parents' surnames became the reason for her scumbag father to later attack her mother.
He wanted a traditional, submissive, and obedient wife, believing that since her family background was inferior to the Wu family, she should submit to them.
Jiang Xia knew this, so she never talked to Wu Zhou about this sad topic.
At this moment, Wu Zhou finally finished sending the documents. Jiang Xia counted the dozen or so documents and replied, "Thank you, I will read them one by one."
Wu Zhou replied: "You're too kind."
Jiang Xia coughed awkwardly, too embarrassed to reply. Unexpectedly, Wu Zhou switched seats with the person sitting next to Jiang Xia, moving to the left.
Unfortunately, this was a business class seat, so he couldn't sit next to me.
Wu Zhou sat down and smiled at him: "Let's talk again when we get to Huaihai."
Jiang Xia lowered his eyes, looked at the computer with some panic, and coughed twice to cover up his embarrassment.
He went to Huaihai to attend a meeting and serve as a simultaneous interpreter.
The meeting covered the fluctuations in the price of the company's raw materials. The negotiators sent by the overseas client were native English speakers, and the company had internal interpreters to handle the negotiations.
However, the other party was temporarily replaced by a senior executive from an overseas branch who spoke a less common language. The company decided to find a professional foreign helper to avoid any unexpected problems.
Jiang Xia is merely a translator and does not bear the risk of the negotiations failing. As long as he does not make any serious mistakes during the subsequent review meetings, he is fine.
The reason I got this job is that the manufacturer I worked for knew the owner of this company, and the two companies had overlapping clients. After a few interactions, the other party contacted me.
He actually has quite a few people in his contact list, mostly clients and colleagues, but almost no close confidants...
Shortly after, Jiang Xia picked up his phone and saw a message from Wu Zhou beside him: a photo.
In the photo, taken a few days ago, Jiang Xia is sitting on the snow on the rooftop, holding a sparkler, with bright light illuminating his profile.
Wu Zhou sent a message: "It looks great. I'm going to print it out and put it in my study."
Jiang Xia clenched her fist and coughed lightly, no longer daring to turn her head to look at him...
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The high-speed train continued its journey and arrived in Huaihai.
Huaihai, as its name suggests, is a coastal city.
Wu Zhou arranged accommodation with a private villa with a beachfront courtyard. It was a private villa that was being rented out, and since it was the end of the year and peak season, the price wasn't cheap, but it was comfortable.
Jiang Xia stayed at the hotel for a day to rest.
The huge floor-to-ceiling windows offer a view of the private courtyard, and the back door of the courtyard overlooks the sea.
Jiang Xia didn't go out, afraid of catching a cold and getting sick, which would affect his work.
The next day, he spent half the day looking at documents, ate something around noon, and then lay down on a beanbag chair to sleep.
Zhan Lintian just received a phone call and went outside to answer it, so he won't disturb Jiang Xia.
The room is warm, with the temperature set high, for the sake of the tropical plants in the room.
Jiang Xia was only wearing loose, thin trousers and loungewear.
Wu Zhou came out of his study and saw this scene.
He first picked the person up horizontally, moving very gently, but still accidentally woke Jiang Xia.
Jiang Xia felt his body being thrown up and landing on it, far from the ground. Instinctively, he hugged the neck of the man in front of him tightly.
One of my slippers fell off.
"It's alright," Wu Zhou reassured him.
Wu Zhou picked him up easily and didn't rush to the master bedroom.
Jiang Xia said softly, "Put me down first."
Wu Zhou chuckled lightly: "You call me General Manager Wu so casually now, but you don't seem to call me by my name either."
Jiang Xia lowered his gaze.
I'm not sure what to call you.
Wu Zhou reminded him, "Wu Ming calls me 'Big Brother,' Jiang Xia. You can learn from him."
Jiang Xia looked up at him.
Suddenly, Wu Zhou gently tossed him, and the feeling of weightlessness made him hug Wu Zhou's shoulders tightly.
"Don't!"
Jiang Xia instinctively felt afraid and hugged him tightly.
Although Wu Zhou sometimes doesn't speak, he has a wicked mind. After finishing his work, he will deliberately tease me.
The two sat on the sofa, with Jiang Xia forced to straddle his thighs, her hands supporting her on his shoulders.
Jiang Xia said in a low voice, "Put me down first."
Seeing that he still refused to shout, Wu Zhou noticed a small mark showing on his neck.
His voice was hoarse as he changed the subject: "How did Zhan Lintian bully you?"
Jiang Xia opened her eyes wide, her pupils trembling. She tried to avoid the topic and get up to leave, but just as she straightened her back, the man in front of her grabbed her waist and pressed her down.
“Jiang Xia, I know you won’t black out when you drink.” Wu Zhou kissed the corner of his mouth.
Jiang Xia found it difficult to speak of.
That enchanting "dream" is almost unbearably shameful to recall.
Zhan Lintian's lips and tongue roamed over his body, his shirt hanging precariously on his shoulders, the man's hot breath swirling in his chest, making sucking sounds with each movement, a tingling sensation emanating from where the two were in contact.
It felt like a dream, but it was real.
Wu Zhou saw through his pretense and whispered, "Jiang Xia, don't be afraid... later..."
Jiang Xia met his gaze upon hearing this.
Wu Zhou said, word by word, "I will treat you the same way in the future."
A wave of heat suddenly rushed to Jiang Xia's head, making him feel dizzy.
Wu Zhou was teasing him on purpose, hoping to help Jiang Xia get used to it.
“We will do even more intimate things, not just be close... but go deeper.”
Wu Zhou chuckled softly, gently pressing the soft flesh of Jiang Xia's abdomen, his voice hoarse from the images in his mind.
He watched as Jiang Xia's entire body gradually turned red.
Wu Zhou rubbed his belly and whispered, "Jiang Xia, are you looking forward to that day?"
Jiang Xia's head was spinning; she had just woken up: "Put me down first."
Wu Zhou forcefully held his waist: "Alright, I'm not teasing you anymore. Call me then, or I won't let you get off."
Jiang Xia grabbed his hand: "What are you shouting for?"
"Think for yourself." Wu Zhou leaned back, causing Jiang Xia to fall forward and into his arms.
Wu Zhou stroked Jiang Xia's hair, waiting patiently.
Jiang Xia pondered for a moment, then said softly, "Brother."
The voice was too soft, so Wu Zhou urged, "What?"
Jiang Xia grabbed the fabric at his chest, lowered her head, and said in a slightly louder voice, "Brother."
A note from the author:
Jiang Xia: Mr. Wu, you know, I've always wanted an older brother since I was little.
Wu Zhou: I can be your lover.
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