Chapter 93 Birthday
Wu Zhou smiled and hugged Jiang Xia even tighter, murmuring sincerely, "Actually, I've wanted you to call me brother for several years now."
Jiang Xia looked up at him, a hint of confusion in her eyes: "A few years ago?"
A few years ago, Wu Zhou was indifferent to everyone and had little interaction with me.
Wu Zhou pressed his face against Jiang Xia's, his breath brushing against Jiang Xia's cheek, making Jiang Xia's heart itch.
"Shout it again?"
Jiang Xia didn't shout anymore, she just looked at him.
"Can I... ask why?"
Wu Zhou nodded and said, "Okay..."
Wu Zhou loathed Wu Ming, not just disliked him, but loathed him; he couldn't even remain indifferent to him.
The only thing that brought the two of them together was their blood relation.
When Wu Ming was taken away from the turbulent Wu family by his mother, she sent him abroad to study.
One Spring Festival, he clearly heard his mother coaxing young Wu Ming, saying that even if the family had no money, he shouldn't be afraid or worried, and that she would take him back to Duliang.
Although her mother's family was not as prestigious as the Wu family in the past, it was still a large and prosperous business.
Wu Ming's maternal grandparents owned a factory in the area and earned a considerable annual income. With the support of his elders, Wu Ming lived a carefree life and spent his youth without any worries about food or clothing.
It was a wonderful extended family life, but unfortunately, they never considered their eldest son.
Wu Zhou spoke intimately with Jiang Xia about the past, revealing previously unknown wounds, leaving Jiang Xia stunned.
The two brothers' youths were completely different. Whenever Wu Ming called him "elder brother" and asked him for favors, Wu Zhou's feelings were bound to be very complicated.
Jiang Xia hesitated for a moment, then hugged him back, wrapping her arms around his waist.
This person always has a cold demeanor and rarely shows a soft side to outsiders.
Jiang Xia's impression of him all came from Wu Ming's description of him.
A selfish, cold-blooded, ruthless machine that only knows how to work.
Jiang Xia mentioned: "Wu Zhou, Wu Ming said that you specifically arranged for your assistant to keep an eye on his whereabouts."
Wu Zhou snorted and lightly tapped the tip of his nose with his fingertip: "I'm afraid he'll cause trouble and make a move on you. Haven't you noticed? When Assistant Xie can't find Wu Ming, he always comes to you to ask you."
Jiang Xia listened quietly, and when she didn't understand, she tilted her head to look at him.
Jiang Xia's unintentional movement softened Wu Zhou's heart, and he couldn't help but cup Jiang Xia's face in his hands and gently straighten it: "I don't care about Wu Ming at all. I just want Assistant Xie to make sure he didn't stay overnight at your house, that's enough."
Jiang Xia narrowed his eyes.
It's more accurate to say that Wu Zhou sent people to guard him.
Jiang Xia pursed his lips, feeling a strange, indescribable sensation, like soft sugar soaking in warm water, slowly dissolving and flowing through his body.
His nose felt hot.
He was less than ten years old when his parents passed away, but he had to act like an adult and help his grandparents take care of his cousins.
Feeding, washing clothes, putting the baby to sleep, taking care of the child—winter is the hardest time. He almost got frostbite on his hands, and he missed his parents on those unbearable nights.
Jiang Xia had secretly fantasized many times that if her parents could leave her a sibling, then at least she would have someone in the world who was connected to her by blood, someone she could talk to and lick her wounds together.
But there was nothing he could do; he had no choice but to tough it out.
Fate will not bring his parents back to life just because he is pitiful.
It took him a long time to accept the fact that his parents were "dead".
It was a traffic accident that happened suddenly. Both drivers involved died in the accident, and the parents of the passengers were also killed.
Despite their best efforts, the parents of the party at fault only provided a small sum of compensation, which, when divided among Jiang Xia's parents, amounted to only five hundred yuan per month.
Jiang Xia was thinking...
Wu Zhou tightened his arms again: "Shout twice more."
Jiang Xia leaned on his shoulder, closed her eyes, and whispered in a voice as faint as a feather, gently brushing against Wu Zhou's heart: "Brother."
Wu Zhou stroked his hair and teased in a low voice, "Jiang Xia, are you... being coquettish?"
Upon hearing this, Jiang Xia suddenly looked up. His face, which had been buried for so long, had left several faint red marks.
She had just buried her face in the man's chest, and now her eyes, moistened by the moisture from his breath, looked at the man in front of her with a tender gaze.
The surface of the river gorge was burning hot.
"no……"
His voice was very soft; it was a rebuttal, and Jiang Xia couldn't quite put his finger on it... Perhaps he just wanted to comfort the person in front of him who was revealing his past.
Seeing this, Wu Zhou lowered his head and gently kissed the hair on the top of his head: "Jiang Xia... don't be sad because you pity me."
In fact, during the years he studied abroad, he did not wallow in self-pity. All he could think about was achieving success and having everyone obey his will.
Wu Zhou thoroughly enjoys the way the Wu family now relies on him.
Looking back, besides helping Jiangxia understand himself better, there is also a sense of satisfaction that comes from a victor looking back and settling accounts.
He never felt ashamed to mention the past; on the contrary, he considered it his badge of honor.
"Jiang Xia, you did a great job." Wu Zhou said, gently rubbing his stomach. Jiang Xia couldn't break free or get up, so he could only reach out to grab the mischievous hand.
"Why are you touching my stomach all day?" Jiang Xia squinted, her thick eyelashes trembling slightly.
Wu Zhou's Adam's apple bobbed as he bluntly stated, "I've been missing you terribly, so I'm just satisfying my craving. Jiang Xia, are you looking forward to us doing 'that' kind of thing?"
Wu Zhou guided Jiang Xia, helping him gradually understand these things.
"If you feel really uncomfortable, I'll rub your tummy for you, that will make you feel much better..."
Wu Zhou looked at Jiang Xia's abdomen; even through the fabric, he could still feel the softness of her belly...
Jiang Xia is really thin, at least in a way that Wu Zhou would find worrying... He's finally gained some weight all over his body, but it's all in his thighs...
When he goes in a little... Wu Zhou couldn't help but swallow hard, wondering if there would be any marks on his stomach...
Wu Zhou reassured him, "It's alright, let's rub it first."
He thought to himself that if all else failed, he would try adjusting the angle later...
Jiang Xia may never have thought about these things, or perhaps he thought about them but was too embarrassed to admit it directly.
Wu Ming previously said that Jiangxia was rigid and pretentious.
Wu Zhou was prepared for any eventuality.
All these years I've been fantasizing about Jiang Xia, and I don't want Jiang Xia to feel uncomfortable.
The tall man pulled the man into his arms, his voice hoarse as he reminded him, word by word, "We won't be platonic... understand?"
Jiang Xia gripped his fabric tightly, leaving wrinkles on it.
The man beneath her was burning hot, so hot that Jiang Xia didn't know what to say.
It's not Platonic... that means I'll be doing *that* with him in the future...
Wu Zhou held the person in his arms, refusing to let Jiang Xia leave, no matter how dire Jiang Xia's situation was.
Wu Zhou whispered in his ear: "We'll do it more than once, and more than just one night..."
"Jiang Xia, you need to get used to it both mentally and physically... This will be the norm in our lives from now on, and you can use this method to feel each other's love..."
Jiang Xia was speechless: "You! Let go!"
Wu Zhou hugged him tightly, slightly turning his body to encircle him, and Jiang Xia sank half of his body into the sofa.
Wu Zhou blocked Jiang Xia's view like a wall, and he said in a hoarse voice, "Jiang Xia, your skin is fair, but now your whole body is... pink."
Fortunately, Zhan Lintian came in after finishing his call and saw the scene. He immediately came to the rescue, saying, "Are you bullying him in broad daylight?"
Zhan Lintian noticed the slippers on the ground, bent down to pick them up, and walked to Jiang Xia's side.
"Jiang Xia, here are your shoes. Let me put them on for you."
Jiang Xia struggled to get up, and Wu Zhou finally let go, no longer forcibly holding him.
"I can put them on myself." Jiang Xia had just finished speaking and was about to bend down to put on her shoes.
His body suddenly swayed, and Zhan Lintian took the opportunity to pull him into his arms, holding him steadily in his embrace.
Jiang Xia sat on his lap, her hands supporting her on his shoulders, keeping a certain distance between them.
Emerging from the wolf's den, only to fall into the tiger's lair.
Zhan Lintian touched Jiang Xia's earlobe with his fingertips: "Why is it so red?"
Jiang Xia pursed her lips, looked at him, and didn't say anything, but her attitude was very clear.
Zhan Lintian thought to himself: Why are you still angry?
He clicked his tongue, squinted at Jiang Xia, whose face was slightly flushed, giving him a more human feel.
Zhan Lintian leaned closer to examine Jiang Xia more closely. The young man in his arms had such well-proportioned and delicate features, especially his eyes. The lines were smooth, and the slight upward curve at the corners of his eyes was just right. Others would have to draw up their eyeliner to achieve this effect, but Jiang Xia was born with it...
It was like the BJD doll that my cousin used to play with, so exquisite it was almost unreal.
Fortunately, Jiang Xia always smiled with his eyes narrowed, which masked the coldness in his eyes. Now, however, his face was flushed, as if he had been aroused by someone...
Zhan Lintian's Adam's apple bobbed, unable to bear imagining how alluring the true beauty of the Yangtze River Gorges would be in the fading spring.
Hmm, Jiang Xia probably isn't quite there yet. He's still a bit green and needs his lover to guide him properly... just like that time he got drunk.
Zhan Lintian wanted to pull Jiang Xia into his arms, but Wu Zhou reached out and grabbed Jiang Xia's wrist.
Jiangxia was caught in the middle, unable to escape, and no one allowed him to leave.
In the end, he sat between the two of them, feeling somewhat desperate and speechless.
Zhan Lintian suddenly pointed upwards and asked, "There's an indoor swimming pool on the second floor. Would you like to learn to swim?"
He moved closer and lowered his voice, as if Wu Zhou didn't want to hear: "I remember you said you couldn't swim, so I'll teach you?"
Wu Zhou had excellent hearing and could tell what kind of bad idea Zhan Lintian was plotting.
Wu Zhou said, "Are you trying to make him cold by swimming in the dead of winter?"
Zhan Lintian disagreed: "Constant temperature, I'll adjust the temperature to 30 degrees or higher."
When Zhan Lintian first met Jiang Xia, it was already winter. He was wrapped in winter clothes, with only his face showing from head to toe.
He said frankly, "Swimming is a lot of fun and a way to relax."
Wu Zhou glanced at Zhan Lintian. This man's physical attraction to Jiangxia was too obvious; he wouldn't give up unless under normal circumstances.
It's so annoying... especially with Wu Ming watching us like a hawk.
Seeing the two arguing back and forth, Jiang Xia quickly refused, saying that he still had meeting materials to prepare.
Moreover, he didn't want to work while having a cold.
Jiang Xia rejected his suggestion without hesitation, got up from Zhan Lintian's embrace, and went upstairs to her bedroom to look at the materials.
Jiang Xia closed the door, his body went limp, and he slid down against it, feeling sweltering. This was terrible…
That night, the villa had at least ten rooms on the first and second floors, and at least five rooms were prepared for guests to stay in. But Jiang Xia watched as Zhan Lin walked in arrogantly.
Zhan Lintian has no intention of leaving.
The room was tidy and clean. Jiang Xia had already taken a shower and was sitting cross-legged in a thin beige nightgown.
Zhan Lintian walked over, hugged Jiang Xia, and sniffed her deeply: "What did you use? It smells so good."
Jiang Xia pointed to the bathroom and said, "It must be the smell of shampoo."
Zhan Lintian thought it wasn't just Jiang Xia's hair that smelled good, but his whole body smelled good, as if the fragrance was coming from his very bones.
With a forceful push, Zhan Lintian pinned Jiang Xia down onto the bed.
He smelled the collarbone of the river: "It smells so good here too."
He pulled Jiang Xia around on the bed, and Jiang Xia turned around and tried to dart to the side, but he grabbed her thigh.
Jiang Xia kicked suddenly: "Don't touch it."
His thighs were too sensitive; anyone who touched them would feel uncomfortable. But Zhan Lintian had a trick up his sleeve: with just a little force, the tingling sensation would be relieved, and Jiang Xia wouldn't kick him over.
Zhan Lintian held Jiang Xia tightly and lowered his voice: "Jiang Xia, did you enjoy it last time?"
Jiang Xia didn't look at him or answer; she just blushed.
He couldn't control this physiological reaction.
Seeing his silence, Zhan Lintian reminded him, "I know you drink a lot and don't stop... Did I hurt you? I'm sorry..."
Zhan Lintian insisted that he give an answer.
If Jiang Xia said she felt unwell, he would carry her to the bathroom and coax her to do it again.
Jiang Xia curled up, and after a moment, she lowered her voice and murmured softly, "It's comfortable...it didn't hurt me..."
Zhan Lintian thought Jiang Xia would be hypocritical and say he didn't like it.
But with his back to me, only half of his face showing, he emphasized, "You didn't hurt me, so don't blame yourself."
Zhan Lintian's pupils trembled as he looked at Jiang Xia, who spoke the truth so frankly.
He was jolted awake.
Compared to Jiang Xia, I am utterly shameless.
Jiang Xia was about to speak when, in the next moment, President Zhan pounced on him and pulled him into the blankets.
"Go to sleep, go to sleep. You have a meeting tomorrow."
He wrapped Jiang Xia in the blanket, hugged him tightly from behind, and couldn't help but laugh out loud.
Wu Zhou was still working in his study late at night. By the time he arrived, Jiang Xia was already asleep.
His biological clock was like that, but Zhan Lintian held him, glanced at him from time to time, and kissed him a couple of times when he had nothing to do.
Wu Zhou, unable to bear it any longer, said, "Don't leave a mark on his face."
"knew."
Zhan Lintian spoke languidly, glancing sideways at Wu Zhou, and asked, "What are your plans for his birthday?"
Wu Zhou said, "His itinerary is in Huaihai on the 21st. I advised him to stay here for another day."
Zhan Lintian agreed with his statement.
Wu Zhou added, "If you're busy, you can go ahead."
Zhan Lintian retorted, "I'll return that sentence to you."
Wu Zhou snorted coldly.
Fortunately, Jiang Xia was lying between the two, otherwise they might have started fighting.
Neither of them would let go, which caused Jiang Xia to wake up in the middle of the night from the heat. Without turning on the light, the heat from both heat sources was unbearable for him.
He stealthily slipped his hand out from under the covers, then subtly turned it left and right to create a gap for the cold air to enter.
I feel better now...
Jiang Xia silently closed his eyes; he would need to get a thinner blanket tomorrow.
This was the best solution Jiang Xia could think of; he really had no other way to get these two people to leave.
I'm on a business trip from Montreal, and this is my second city now, but the two people are still sleeping with me every night.
The river churned, and Zhan Lintian woke up first. He whispered in his ear in the dead of night, "What's wrong?"
Jiang Xia said, "I'm a little thirsty and want to drink some water."
Zhan Lintian turned over and took a glass of water from the bedside table: "This was specially prepared for you."
The floor lamp in the courtyard outside the window emitted a soft glow. Jiang Xia, using the dim light, rubbed against Zhan Lintian's hand and gulped down several mouthfuls of water.
He relieved the discomfort of the sweltering heat, slumped his shoulders, and comfortably squinted his eyes.
Jiang Xia clicked his tongue, and Zhan Lintian heard him, leaned over, and kissed him.
"Go back to sleep."
Jiang Xia was too sleepy to continue talking to him, and he was also afraid of waking up Wu Zhou who was standing nearby.
Jiang Xia lay down and fell asleep...
At seven o'clock in the morning, Jiang Xia woke up groggily. Actually, he wasn't fully awake; Zhan Lintian carried him directly to the bathroom.
The meeting is at 9 o'clock, and I have a half-hour commute. If I don't get up now, I'll be late.
Jiang Xia hadn't even touched the ground when the moment his body touched the sink, he was jolted awake by extremely ambiguous and intimate images that flashed through his mind.
He tried to get down, but Zhan Lintian held him down, put a toothbrush in his mouth, brushed his teeth gently, and asked with a smile, "Do you want me to brush your teeth for you?"
Jiang Xia jumped down and quickly brushed his teeth, shaking his head.
He quickly washed up, changed his clothes, and before leaving the house, he sat on the shoe-changing stool and bent down to put on his leather shoes.
When Zhan Lintian walked over, Jiang Xia had just changed his clothes and put on his coat. Zhan Lintian even helped him straighten his tie.
Upon arriving at the meeting venue, Jiang Xia took his seat. Other translators accompanied him, and everyone greeted each other with smiles.
A female translator spoke first: "Mr. Jiang, I've heard so much about you. I watched your translation of the skiing competition. If it's convenient, could we exchange contact information afterward?"
Jiang Xia nodded with a smile, as did the others.
After the meeting ended, the translators chatted for a while.
Most of them have a regular job in Montreal, and then take on some freelance work at the end of the year to earn extra income.
Some people wanted to have dinner with them that evening, but Jiang Xia declined, giving the excuse: "Something came up at home."
He smiled and politely left.
People watched his retreating figure and discussed him.
"When he was in Montreal, he didn't socialize much; he was a homebody." This isn't a derogatory statement, but rather a compliment, indicating that his private life wasn't messy.
However... everyone exchanged smiles, the two million-dollar drone shows in Mengcheng were still fresh in their minds, it seems that the person in Jiang Xia's family is very strict.
Jiang Xia had been busy all day. The client was supposed to have a dinner party, but he made up an excuse to leave.
As soon as he got home, Jiang Xia bent down, reached out, changed his leather shoes, took off his coat, and went to his bedroom on the second floor, thinking he would take a nap first.
Unexpectedly, as I passed by the indoor swimming pool, I saw a person wearing swimming trunks swimming in the pool.
The swimming room door was not closed, and Zhan Lintian swam back and forth twice, changing his swimming style from freestyle to butterfly.
He did it on purpose.
Jiangxia walked in.
Finally, Zhan Lintian swam to Jiang Xia's side, emerged from the water, and wiped the water droplets from his cheeks.
Jiang Xia was startled by him, squatted down and asked softly, "Aren't you cold swimming in the middle of winter?"
Zhan Lintian struggled to get ashore, wrapped himself in a large bath towel, and joked, "I'm just throwing a flirtatious glance at a blind man."
After wiping away the water droplets, he unfolded the large towel, revealing a strong, well-built physique brimming with masculine hormones to Jiang Xia.
Tight swim trunks clung to his thigh muscles, the black fabric of his clothes bulging. Jiang Xia's eyelids twitched, and he coughed forcefully.
Zhan Lintian easily lifted Jiang Xia up, supporting her buttocks with his hands and tossing her upwards.
Finally, he pulled them both into his arms and lay down on the waterside bench.
"Jiang Xia, touch my abs," Zhan Lintian teased him.
Jiang Xia couldn't pry it open, so he pressed his hand on it, and Zhan Lintian used extra force... the muscles were very hard.
Jiang Xia said, "Put me up, I want to sleep."
"Sleep in my arms," Zhan Lintian said, refusing to let go.
Jiang Xia was so tired that she simply leaned her head against him and fell asleep.
Seeing this, Zhan Lintian chuckled, hugged Jiang Xia, and kissed his forehead: "Go to sleep first."
Zhan Lintian held the person and gently patted his shoulder, coaxing him softly.
Mr. Zhan hadn't swum in a long time, and today, fearing he would embarrass himself in front of the Yangtze River Gorge, he practiced in the water for a long time this morning, but he didn't control his strength well.
Now, Jiang Xia, who was dozing off, woke him up and he fell asleep along with the others.
In the afternoon, the warm sun shone on them. Jiang Xia woke up with a soft moan, and Zhan Lintian kissed the corner of his eye first.
"woke up?"
Zhan Lintian asked, "Jiang Xia, what gift do you want for your birthday this year?"
"Back to Mengcheng or somewhere else?"
Jiang Xia lowered his eyes, recalling Wu Ming's words that he would definitely find a way to fly back from the Fog Kingdom for his birthday.
Jiang Xia said, "I'm not going back. I'm afraid Wu Ming might suddenly appear and ruin my mood."
Upon hearing this, Zhan Lintian tightened his grip on her arm, his voice slightly hoarse for a moment, and said softly, "Then let's spend it at Huaihai. On your birthday, work should be over for a while. I'll take you swimming; it'll be a lot of fun."
Zhan Lintian narrowed his eyes and said, "I heard from Wu Zhou that you've been enjoying a little wine lately to warm yourself up?"
"I have a few bottles of my treasured wines. I'll open them for you on your birthday. Please enjoy them."
A note from the author:
Zhan Lintian: Wandering, wandering, wandering
Actually, when Wu Zhou mentions his time studying abroad, I don't feel sorry for him; on the contrary, it inspires his fighting spirit.
Now he has discovered that his past experiences have another great use.
Wu Zhou: (After speaking) I was always alone during those years abroad.
Jiang Xia: [crying]
Zhan Lintian: What is he pretending to be pitiful for? [Angry]
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