Chapter 40. Protecting PG is his bottom line, PG...
Zhu Meng stared fixedly at Jiang Shan, his shoulders twitching from the intense nausea.
This level of dry heaving is extremely torturous.
Zhu Meng's breathing was rapid, and tears welled up uncontrollably in his eyes. The glistening tears hung at the corners of his eyes, about to fall, like dewdrops hanging on the tips of leaves in the early morning.
Jiang Shan stared blankly at Zhu Meng, a bunch of questions sprouting in his mind.
Didn't Zhu Meng go to visit relatives in B City and say he would stay there for several days, at least until after this weekend?
Why did he suddenly come back?
He also looked unwell and had a very aggrieved expression.
She couldn't smell any alcohol on him, so he probably hadn't drunk too much. Besides, she hadn't offended him in the past couple of days, had she? Then... what happened?
Their eyes met, and they remained silent.
Finally, Zhu Meng reached out and pointed at the long, narrow object in Jiang Shan's hand.
Jiang Shan lowered his head and finally realized what was wrong.
"Buzz..." The object in their hands was inhuman and couldn't sense the eerie atmosphere between the two. It continued to work carefree, following its factory-set program.
Jiang Shan quickly switched the switch to off.
This little gadget has been working for almost three hours and still has power left? It's pretty long-lasting.
The objects stopped moving, and only a deathly silence remained between the two people.
Like a high-altitude lake that has no water source and cannot supply water to other bodies of water, it gradually dries up due to the evaporation caused by the sun day and night.
Zhu Meng covered his mouth and gasped for breath for a few minutes before finally calming down.
"Jiang Shan, you're using the money I gave you to support Lang Pao, who dresses as a male servant?"
As he asked the question, he glanced at Jiang Shan's phone screen.
Although Jiang Shan had just exited the live stream, the title of the live stream—【iiii abs guy】—was still there openly, like a naked person in a Northeast bathhouse.
Staring intently at the words "abs," and comparing them to the image of the greyhound in his mind, Zhu Meng snorted coldly.
"You're still flirting with the guy with abs?" He emphasized the word "abs." "This guy's skinny as a dog, thinner than a spare rib in the fridge, and he dares to call himself a guy with abs?"
Jiang Shan was unable to refute it for a time.
Indeed, this person's physique is not in good enough shape.
It can't compare to Zhu Meng's well-defined muscles.
But Zhumeng is like the snow on a high mountain, so white that it freezes your hands when you touch it; it can only be admired from afar and not touched.
She would like to eat delicious food if there were any.
Isn't it true that the streamer with abs only streams at midnight and can't make it in the morning, so she can only eat something from the streamer who just started working out to fill her stomach?
Or if Zhu Meng, who is both far away and right in front of her, were willing to give her a few melons and dates, she wouldn't have to go to such lengths to find food outside.
However, whether Zhu Meng truly embodies the Four Loves remains somewhat questionable.
She had only mentioned it briefly last time, and before she could ask any more questions, she was overcome by a wave of drowsiness.
Today is the perfect time to confirm.
"Are you Si'ai?"
Jiang Shan was still hesitating about how to subtly ask Zhu Meng about his sexual orientation when Zhu Meng curled the corners of his lips and suddenly uttered this sentence.
His tone was low, and although it was a question, it sounded like a statement.
It's as if they already know the answer, but are still unwilling to give up and want to confirm it one more time.
...I don't know what I'm after.
Jiang Shan felt a vague sense of disappointment.
Wasn't she being clear enough? Would a woman ask a man about the four loves? That only happens when a woman has a preference in those areas, and she's testing someone she has feelings for.
She had even hinted at it to Zhu Meng before.
How could someone with such a high IQ not even be able to make the most basic associations?
Perhaps due to overthinking, his migraine returned. Jiang Shan rubbed his temples, too lazy to argue with Zhu Meng about the past, and simply nodded.
"Yes, I am Si'ai."
Zhu Meng stared at the little gadget that Jiang Shan had casually placed on the bedside table, and his heart felt bitter again, as if he had been forced to drink a large cup of pure black coffee without milk or sugar.
He curled the corners of his lips into a slight smile, his tone indifferent, yet inexplicably conveying a sense of righteous indignation as he headed to the execution ground, wanting the executioner to face him as he fell, a poignant display of the desolation of witnessing the blade fall on his own neck.
"You're still a staunch PEG supporter, aren't you?"
"...That's right."
Jiang Shan originally didn't want to say much to Zhu Meng.
Firstly, she wasn't feeling well and didn't want to waste time talking.
Secondly, it's easier to change mountains and rivers than to change one's nature. It's not easy to change a person's mindset. Even changing her bad habit of staying up late and coaxing herself to go to bed ten minutes earlier each day is as difficult as climbing to heaven.
Not to mention a wealthy, high-ranking old man who has lived for thirty-two years.
To accept being a girl in a subordinate position.
To be honest, even if she had to choose, she wouldn't do it.
What's the point of investing in businesses that are guaranteed to lose money?
Jiang Shan closed his eyes slightly, trying to block out the tide of sadness that inexplicably surged in his heart.
Zhu Meng's unwillingness to accept it was not only expected, but also reasonable.
After all, not many people truly understand the "Four Loves" circle, and even fewer are willing to put it into practice. Zhu Meng looks like a very conservative man when it comes to "One Love."
It's perfectly normal that he doesn't accept this niche culture.
But she never expected that she had only mentioned the Four Loves briefly before, and that Zhu Meng, a man with feudalistic ideas, would actually be able to find out the meaning of PEG.
Moreover, it seems that Zhu Meng doesn't have much of a reaction to the Four Loves, only to PEG...
But it's a pity.
Zhu Meng has a bottom line when it comes to protecting her PG, and PG is also her bottom line.
Jiang Shan looked down at the old man whose back was bent at a 70 or 80 degree angle, leaning against the wall, his expensive suit wrinkled like a pickled vegetable, and his eyes red. With an almost pitying expression, he casually mentioned it.
"President Zhu, if we don't talk about PEG, then it's just the so-called spiritual four loves, which is no different from the ordinary one love. I'm not like that, and I'm quite outrageous."
She knew that every word she uttered would likely be a bolt from the blue for Zhu Meng.
But she cannot back down on this matter.
"Cough, cough!" Zhu Meng coughed forcefully.
He hadn't eaten a single bite of breakfast yet, and Zhu Meng's stomach, which normally secreted gastric acid, was now working overtime, trying to push the acid up his throat as if it were offering sacrifices to Yao Zu when he left the village.
Zhu Meng turned and left, trembling. She forced herself to put the sandwich on the table before rushing to the bathroom.
There was nothing in his stomach, and in no time, he vomited up bile.
He braced himself against the pristine white sink with one hand, while his other hand trembled as he reached to untie the apron tie at his lower back.
Even in such distress, his only thought was not to get the pink bear apron, which he always washed carefully after cooking, dirty.
After finally calming down, he leaned on the sink to walk out of the bathroom and went to the water dispenser to get himself a glass of warm water.
After a quick wash and rinse, Zhu Meng looked like he had recovered about 70-80% of his usual self. His lips were curled into a straight line, and he became the aloof and unsmiling iceberg he usually was.
But his bloodshot eyes were fixed on Jiang Shan, like a trapped beast driven to the brink of despair, a large dog that had once been docile and affectionate towards its master now reverting to its wolf-like nature.
"Disgusting." Zhu Meng's thin lips parted slightly, and the words that came out were as venomous as a bee's sting.
This was the first time he had spoken so harshly to the country.
He didn't actually know why he said that.
Just now, Jiang Shan expressed her opinion and Jiang Shan also stated her position. Neither of them would give in to the other, so they maintained a superficial calm and went their separate ways.
There was absolutely no need to make a sarcastic remark about Jiang Shan before leaving.
It is a childish behavior that harms others without benefiting oneself.
In business, it's said that having more friends means having fewer enemies. They always speak to people in a way that suits them, and expressing their likes and dislikes so bluntly is a big no-no.
But this wasn't something he said on a whim; he thought about it for over ten minutes before deciding to say it.
He felt as if he had been made utterly embarrassed by Jiang Shan's few words, while Jiang Shan, the instigator, remained calm. He was dissatisfied and wanted to use this sharp word to puncture Jiang Shan's nonchalant attitude.
...Is it jealousy, or just anger and embarrassment?
Zhu Meng couldn't understand it.
He was like a vicious dog, deliberately baring his sharp fangs to intimidate the fearless girl before him.
Jiang Shan didn't say anything, he just shrugged.
"oh."
She turned and walked towards the kitchen, took out a rag, broom, and dustpan, squatted down next to her bed, first used the broom to sweep away the broken glass pieces that had fallen to the floor, and then used the rag to wipe up the milk that had spilled on the wooden floor and had gone cold.
Jiang Shan's process of cleaning up the glass did not go smoothly.
Zhu Meng watched helplessly as she wrapped her fingers in a rag and picked up the shards of glass embedded in the floor cracks. Her hand was still accidentally scratched by the glass.
careful!
Zhu Meng shouted in his heart and subconsciously took a step forward.
His lips moved, but he didn't say anything.
Is now the right time for him to express his concern?
I'm afraid that saying it out loud would only add fuel to the fire and make things worse.
Their current relationship is like this shattered glass. Not only can it not be put back together because the gaps between the molecules are too large, but it will also be scratched by the sharp glass due to the back-and-forth pulling.
Is it that the country is wrong?
No.
Although the "Four Loves" group is a niche group, steadfast PEG fans like Jiangshan are even more niche.
But the truth is often held by a minority. For example, when Copernicus insisted on the heliocentric theory, the times did not accept it and even took his life.
Every theoretical and practical innovation in the world is basically bought with blood. Humans are a species with inertia in thinking and behavior, and every time we accept something new, we have to go through a bloody storm.
But is the traditional way of getting along with each other, passed down from generation to generation, still useful for everyone in this day and age?
My breathing became rapid involuntarily, and a faint discomfort in my stomach was stirred up again.
Zhu Meng clenched his fist tightly with his five fingers together.
He hadn't had time to trim his nails in the past few days, so they got a bit long and were digging into his palms, causing a slight pain.
It was this pain that allowed him to barely calm down. He had just had a violent vomiting fit in the bathroom, emptying his stomach completely. If he vomited again, he would probably suffer from stomach cramps and need an antispasmodic injection to relieve them.
He can't possibly ask Jiang Shan to take care of him when he and Jiang Shan are about to part ways peacefully, can he?
Zhu Meng bent down and picked up his coat from the sofa. He had intended to close the door gently and part ways with Jiang Shan amicably, but a sudden gust of wind blew in and the door slammed shut.
Jiang Shan was busy cleaning up the milk and glass on the bedroom floor when he was startled by the sudden, high-decibel "bang".
Turning my head, I saw only a tightly closed door.
The rented room is still only thirty or forty square meters, which is very small.
But for some reason, it seems to be empty again.
Jiang Shan shook his head slightly, lowered his head and continued to clean up the mess on the ground, expressing his disagreement with his idea, which was basically contrary to the facts.
How much volume does a normal person occupy? Her feeling of emptiness is probably just an illusion.
Jiang Shan's stomach began to rumble, protesting his prolonged lack of food. He quickly stuffed the trash he had collected into the bin, sat down at the table, and grabbed a sandwich from his plate.
The sandwich is filled with meat, eggs, and vegetables—the usual three items.
However, this fried egg seems a little different from the fried eggs I've had before.
Jiang Shan deliberately picked out the fried egg and raised an eyebrow.
Hmm? This looks like the heart-shaped fried egg that was all the rage on Little Green Book before. Is there some kind of reason why Zhu Meng suddenly fried this shape of egg for her today?
...Who cares what they say, as long as I can fill my stomach.
Jiang Shan hastily ate two bites of the slightly cold sandwich, then, annoyed by the recurring migraine, simply stopped eating.
With her legs crossed, she lazily sprawled on the sofa, casually browsing Little Green Book for a while. Unfortunately, she hadn't slept long enough last night, and every two glances at the posts made her yawn, and she finally couldn't stay awake any longer.
Forget it, if you can't stand it, just go to sleep.
Anyway, it's Sunday, so she can sleep all day. She can close her eyes when she's sleepy and order takeout when she's hungry. It's no big deal.
...It's just that no one will ever wear that pink bear apron again, using their beautifully sculpted arms to chop vegetables and cook for her.
No one will ever again offer her a cup of warm milk when she's scrolling through her phone until she's sleepy but refuses to put it down, gently urging her to drink the milk, brush her teeth, put down her phone, and go to sleep.
So what?
At worst, she can just try to convince herself.
After all, mountains may crumble, people may run away, and no one will stay with you forever except yourself.
Jiang Shan struggled to his feet, propped himself up on the sofa, and staggered back to the bedroom. He fumbled to cover his head with the blanket, and instead of setting any alarms on his phone, he indulged himself in unrestrained rest, which was unusual for him.
Jiang Shan's consciousness gradually faded, and his body suddenly convulsed.
What if she sleeps soundly and doesn't wake up until noon the next day, and then she can't clock in at the company at nine o'clock the next morning?
Let's set a time.
Let's set a time for 9 PM tonight, just in case.
After all... no one will bring breakfast into the bedroom anymore and gently wake her up for work.
It was still quite hot in S City at the end of September, especially on the top floor where the sun was scorching. Jiang Shan had only wrapped himself in a thin blanket for less than three hours when his weak body began to sweat.
She pressed the fingerprint sensor on her phone with her left hand to turn it on, and reached for a few tissues on the bedside table with her right hand to wipe the sweat off her body.
Suddenly, a video call request from Jiang Tao popped up on my phone.
Why would Jiang Tao call her out of the blue?
Did he and Chen Yuan arrive in S City, but Chen Yuan blocked his contact information, making it impossible for him to make a video call to her? So he sent Jiang Tao to shamelessly ask her to entertain him?
Their skin is thicker than a city wall.
She made it clear last time that she was unwilling and said directly that she wouldn't do it.
Do they not understand human speech?
Jiang Shan didn't even answer the call; he just hung up.
But the next second, the phone rang again.
Jiang Shan died without hesitation.
Just as she brought up the interface to block Jiang Tao, the video call request came in for the third time.
Tsk, what exactly happened?
Jiang Shan frowned and hesitated for three seconds as he listened to the crisp WeChat video call ringtone, but ultimately softened and pressed the green answer button.
Perhaps something urgent really has happened?
She would answer the call first to ask questions, and then hang up if she felt something was wrong.
At most, it might pollute your ears a little, but you can just wash them.
The moment the call connected, Jiang Hai's sobbing could be heard through the receiver.
Her voice was hoarse, her words were incoherent, and the background noise of the call was extremely loud, with the faint sounds of ambulances and sirens audible.
"Sister, sister, something's happened—"
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