Chapter 15 Invitation
Wu Ming was afraid that his older brother would disagree, so he sent a few more emojis.
Please.
I don't want to hurt him.
Wu Zhou coldly ignored the string of emojis and pleading words.
At that moment, Jiang Xia whimpered softly, a very faint hum, as if she was uncomfortable.
Wu Zhou turned off his phone, put it in his pocket, and then picked up the drowsy boy in his arms.
Jiang Xia, who is nearly 1.8 meters tall, was easily lifted up by him.
With his left hand around her back, he supported her upper body, while his right hand quickly lifted Jiang Xia's knees.
Wu Zhou looked at the young man in his arms. This person was even lighter than he had thought. However, Jiang Xia's frame and body proportions were very good, so it was not noticeable when he was wearing formal attire.
People who are drunk are prone to thirst, and Jiang Xia kept licking his lips until they were red and moist.
She didn't make a fuss or make any demands; she simply rested her head quietly on his shoulder.
Her breath was shallow, brushing against his neck, leaving a faint mist.
"I'd like some water... Mr. Wu."
He still recognized people and wasn't particularly drunk.
Jiang Xia had already drunk a large glass of water, so Wu Zhou only poured him some water this time to moisten his throat.
As for Wu Ming's message, he didn't have time to reply.
His lack of reply was typical of him, subtly sending a signal to Wu Ming: his elder brother might have agreed.
Wu Ming thought to himself: Silence means acquiescence.
In the past, Wu Zhou wouldn't have gone to such lengths for such a trivial matter.
Far away in a foreign land, Wu Ming let out a long breath, then leaned back onto the exquisite bed, his hands behind his head, a smile playing on his lips.
This shows that the older brother won't expose his own lie.
Wu Ming rolled over contentedly, turning to look at the photo album, which contained many pictures of Jiangxia, from junior high school to the present.
Jiang Xia, who was still quite young, Jiang Xia, who gradually grew taller, and now Jiang Xia, time has only added a touch of maturity to his face, without changing him much.
However, the sharpness in his eyes, which he had feigned due to bullying in school when he was young, has gradually softened.
Wu Ming exclaimed in surprise, slapping his thigh in regret: "I forgot to take a picture with Jiang Xia when we were in the Fog Country a few days ago!"
Maybe next time.
Wu Ming tried to make a video call to Jiang Xia, but the call was disconnected.
Wu Ming was completely confused and felt something was off, but fortunately he was going back to China in a few days, so there was no rush.
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In the rented room, Jiang Xia curled up under the covers, covering his head completely so that he couldn't see any light.
This was the first time Wu Zhou had seen someone sleeping with their head completely covered. Fearing the person might suffocate, he pulled the blanket off again.
Jiang Xia's face appeared, and he subconsciously frowned as the light from above stung him. But he wasn't stubborn; while others were grabbing the blanket, he wouldn't, muttering to himself.
He wasn't completely drunk; he still retained a little bit of consciousness.
You mustn't act drunk or talk nonsense; you must be quiet... quiet... that's the right thing to do.
He mumbled two words, which Wu Zhou heard, and asked, "Why can't you act crazy while drunk..."
Jiang Xia whispered, "Because it has a bad influence..."
He wanted to be a perfect person. He realized this when he was in school: the better his grades, the lower the probability of encountering bad people in a group.
Therefore, he studied hard, worked hard, and avoided any bad habits that were generally considered bad by the public. He cared about all his emotions and tried his best to become a "high-quality young man" in the eyes of his colleagues.
Wu Ming would occasionally tease him with the phrase "the integrity of a scholar".
Wu Zhou looked at the beads of sweat on his body. He himself was three parts drunk and seven parts sober when he was drunk before, but Jiang Xia in front of him was really dizzy.
Wu Zhou sat on the edge of the bed, worried that Jiang Xia was too hot, so he turned on the air conditioner and set it to 26 degrees Celsius. The temperature wasn't low, but Jiang Xia's exposed hands quickly became icy cold.
His body was pressed close to Wu Zhou's, his hands clutching the blanket and the hem of Wu Zhou's clothes, and he was fast asleep.
But soon the man sitting by the bed brought his hand close to him, his fingers stroking his knuckles, which were very cold...like ice.
Wu Zhou's gaze fell on his hands. He remembered Wu Ming saying that Jiang Xia's hands and feet would get cold in winter, and that he had been so cold during several winter exams that he couldn't hold his pen.
Fair skin, cool to the touch, with a faint blush on the knuckles—the skin is too thin due to insufficient body fat, making the hands and feet naturally prone to coldness.
I also heard Wu Ming say that in the summer, students from Jiangxia High School would often go to the teachers' offices to ask questions and then come out covered in cool air. Wu Ming would then cover their faces with his hands to "cool off."
Wu Zhou slowly tightened his grip on his hand, thinking to himself that he should eat more...
Jiang Xia woke up promptly at 7:30 the next morning, while Wu Zhou woke up even earlier. The meal the night before had been too rushed, causing him to miss a lot of work.
Assistant Xie also arranged for a driver to come over early in the morning.
Jiang Xia first saw Assistant Xie.
Assistant Xie carefully closed the bedroom door and whispered, "What's going on?"
Jiang Xia shook his head and whispered in his ear, "I don't know."
At that moment, Wu Zhou opened the bedroom door, and the two people inside stared at him.
Assistant Xie quickly stood up straight: "Jiang Xia, President Wu has asked someone to buy breakfast. It's on the table. Have some to warm your stomach."
Jiang Xia, still half asleep, said thank you, his mind blank. It wasn't until Wu Zhou left a while later that he came to his senses.
The house is all tidied up.
He quickly turned on the living room camera and checked it at eight times speed, but found nothing unusual; Wu Zhou had not crossed any boundaries.
He was still a little embarrassed when he saw Wu Zhou pick him up so easily.
However, there are no security cameras in the bedroom, so we can't see anything.
It should be fine...
After washing up and calming himself down, Jiang Xia took a taxi to work because he was worried about drunk driving.
When Jiang Xia arrived at the company, he held a document, covering half of his face. He had no interest in reading it and just stared blankly at the computer screen.
My alcohol tolerance is still too low.
Jiang Xia arrived in a hurry at noon. He had forgotten to tell his phone what kind of food he wanted that morning, so he could only ask the restaurant to send him any dish he wanted.
This restaurant primarily caters to office workers' catering needs, cooking only what is available.
Jiang Xia opened the lunchbox, thinking to himself that it must have been a hastily prepared dish made from leftover ingredients from the restaurant: stir-fried water spinach, garlic lettuce, and meat sauce.
It was all green, and he felt like a sheep grazing on grass.
Jiang Xia stuffed leaves into his mouth one bite at a time; the taste was alright.
He wants to eat pickled mustard greens with rice, and also some sweet and sour pork...
Several colleagues gathered around and said, "Team Leader Jiang, this is too plain. You usually eat very simple food."
Jiang Xia explained the reason before his colleagues left.
He was eating while scrolling through his phone, and sure enough, he came across Xie Xingzhang's video again.
Big data has been haunting him like a ghost, relentlessly pushing local videos to him.
Xie Xingzhang didn't seem very happy. He sighed deeply, but a smile still lingered on his face.
She can only accept engagement, but doesn't want to get married early.
She did not announce the time or place of her engagement, nor did she want netizens to disturb her real life.
However, she said in the video, "It was my boyfriend who proposed, so at least he has some conscience."
Jiang Xia stuffed a mouthful of water spinach into his mouth and chewed slowly. He knew that Wu Ming was hiding a lot of things.
In fact, Wu Ming truthfully said that he would congratulate him, but Wu Ming acted very strangely, leaving him completely baffled.
After getting off work, Jiang Xia didn't rush home. Instead, she went to the mall to buy red envelopes and withdraw cash, preparing to give them as engagement red envelopes.
He figured he probably wouldn't see Wu Ming much during or before the engagement party, so he planned to have someone deliver it to him then.
Wu Zhou?
Jiang Xia shook his head, feeling that President Wu was acting strangely, as if he didn't want him to meet with Wu Ming.
She was afraid he would notice something amiss. She wanted to go back to her hometown of Duliang, but she couldn't be hastily driven away; that would be too embarrassing.
It would be better to consult Zhan Lintian.
Jiang Xia messaged him, saying that President Zhan was also quite busy, so Jiang Xia took some time to visit him.
That day, after get off work, I drove to the parking lot of Zhan Lintian's company.
It's raining. Mengcheng has been experiencing continuous rain lately. Jiang Xia walked over with an umbrella.
According to Zhan Lintian, the red envelope was given to the receptionist, who then passed it on...
Before he even reached the door, he could vaguely see a familiar figure.
As Jiangxia approached, he found Zhan Lintian standing at the entrance, surrounded by four or five senior company executives who were talking to him.
He paused, but Zhan Lintian was already waving at him in the rain: "Here."
Jiang Xia greeted him, "General Manager Zhan."
Zhan Lintian excused himself and asked the senior executives to leave first: "Since you've come all this way, let me treat you to a meal." He glanced at his watch.
The two declined.
"Let me treat you, Mr. Zhan. Thank you for helping me so many times."
"Then you can't invite her." Zhan Lintian smiled, called his secretary, and had someone bring Wenwen from the office.
Jiangxia stayed for a while, and the children were there too.
Zhan Lintian nimbly picked up the child, who had a fever-reducing patch on her head.
Even a powerful CEO is grappling with the challenges of raising a child.
"The weather is getting colder, and she has caught a cold. I've been taking care of her for the past few days. She's been eating the children's meals cooked by our nanny with her. Let's have some together and she can help me look after the child while she's at it."
Sick children are the hardest to take care of.
Jiang Xia was "invited" to help, intending to feed the adults while she fed them, but as soon as the meal started, she ended up being the only one who could take care of the adults.
He was planning to leave after giving out the red envelope, but Zhan Lintian asked him for help, so he had to agree.
In the office, Jiang Xia helped hold the child and fed him.
Zhan Lintian opened his lunchbox, quickly rummaged through it, and said in a very down-to-earth manner, "I'll eat faster, I'll feed her later, she's been throwing tantrums lately."
"No, I didn't..." the little girl said in a pitiful, childish voice.
Jiang Xia picked up the bowl and spoon: "Let me try. She's just not feeling well, it shouldn't be a tantrum. Come on, ah—"
Wenwen whispered in protest against her uncle, her eyes brimming with tears: "I didn't throw a tantrum, the food wasn't good, and my uncle was mean..."
Jiang Xia coaxed her, "Uncle will feed you, let you have a couple of bites, and then I'll do a magic trick for you."
Wenwen looked at him expectantly.
Seeing that Wenwen was intimidated by him, Zhan Lintian didn't say much. While eating, he asked, "You seem very experienced. If you get married, you probably won't be afraid of raising children. Don't you plan to get married in the next two years? Wu Ming is getting married."
Jiang Xia continued feeding the child, her tone calm as she tried her best to control her emotions: "Let's see how it goes. We can give it a try."
Watching him calmly feed the baby, Zhan Lintian thought to himself that this was the type Wu Zhou liked.
A note from the author:
Jiangxia these past few days.
See Wu Zhou.
Wu Zhou: Wu Ming is getting married.
See Zhan Lintian
Zhan Lintian: Wu Ming is getting married.
Use Douyin
Xie Xingzhang (online video): I might be getting married to Wu Ming.
Wu Ming himself: Who? Who's getting married?! I don't know.
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