Chapter 4: This guy's arm muscles are so muscular, but his waist is... well...
The background is a clean and tidy kitchen. Although it is only black, white and gray, which makes it look a bit cold, it has all kinds of cooking utensils and seasonings, and every part of it exudes a strong sense of life.
A well-decorated "home" is definitely different from a rented room.
Jiang Shan took a deep breath and slumped heavily into the soft sofa, feeling utterly exhausted, like finding a warm and comfortable oasis while hiking in the desert.
But before her gaze could linger on the oasis for long, it was drawn to the man in the very center of the screen.
He wore a short-sleeved black T-shirt underneath a light blue apron, which perfectly revealed his broad, thick arms and his long, shapely legs encased in black trousers.
The face was completely covered, so you can imagine it yourself.
He didn't act out a single moment.
Jiang Shan stared at the faintly visible chest muscles on the light blue apron collar of the screen, and unconsciously tapped the screen with his finger.
This person has such strong arm muscles, but a very thin waist.
It's shaped like an inverted triangle.
It's quite pretty.
The water in the pot boiled with a "glug-glug" sound. He picked up the noodles with his bulging veins, put them down the side of the pot, added seasonings, cracked an egg, then added meat and vegetables, sprinkled on some chopped green onions, and it was ready to serve.
The only drawback is that the apron collar is a bit high.
High mountains and ravines are faintly visible, but that's all there is to it.
Jiang Shan looked at the photos three or five times with reluctance, feeling that he should leave something behind to commemorate his visit. He picked and chose from the emojis and picked one that wasn't too over-the-top: "My God, he's really hot."
But just a few seconds after it was sent, a message suddenly popped up on the screen.
"meng: [heart]"
Jiang Shan's eyes widened in surprise.
Doesn't meng never reply to messages?
She actually got noticed?!
But all she posted was an emoji, so there wasn't much to talk about...
Jiang Shan's heart was pounding, his palms were sweating, and he almost dropped his phone. He typed out a dozen words, then deleted them, and revised them again and again until he finally got to just one simple sentence.
I really like your videos, please update more often!
Just as Jiang Shan was about to breathe a sigh of relief after the comment was posted "Comment successfully", his eyes were immediately drawn to the IP address displayed below Meng's comment.
Hmm? Meng is also in S City?
Which district is he in? He can't possibly live very close to her, can he?
Jiang Shan swiped his finger up shakily; the post didn't include a location.
While feeling inexplicably relaxed, regrets quietly began to grow.
As the saying goes, distance makes things better, and only by maintaining a sense of distance and keeping things mysterious like a fog can she fulfill all her fantasies about a male mother.
After all, men in real life...
It's rare to see someone who isn't overly chauvinistic, let alone cook at home.
That's simply wishful thinking.
However, it's a bit of a shame that we can't see this amazing male mom, Meng, who can knit sweaters and cook delicious meals, in person.
Jiang Shan flipped through all the videos Meng had posted before, thoroughly enjoying himself. With the pictures and videos still fresh in his mind, he drifted off to sleep.
However, the disaster relief grain provided by the imperial court was clearly insufficient.
meng updates very frequently, once every five days. It's not exactly slow, but it's not fast either.
Jiang Shan searched for other muscular men for two days, but felt they were lacking.
But what exactly is the difference? She couldn't say.
"Jiangshan! Why are you dozing off when it's time to give a report? If you're sleepy, go get some coffee!"
Jiang Shan was startled when the table in front of him was slammed twice. He struggled to open his heavy eyelids and spoke in a hoarse voice, as if he hadn't had water for ten hours: "Sorry, Sister Zhao, I'll go make some coffee right away."
Jiang Shan gulped down two mouthfuls of coffee at just the right temperature and finally forced himself to wake up.
She blinked hard twice to shake off her fatigue.
Today's performance review is a crucial factor in determining whether she can stay with the company.
Besides, the whole department is watching. They're all people in the same field. Even if she leaves for another company later, they might still be able to work together. She can't perform well during her probation period only to mess up in the final report.
We need to pull ourselves together.
Jiang Shan forced himself to walk back to the conference room, only to be scolded by Zhao Yi.
"Jiang Shan, Xu Qing, President Zhu will be here personally to watch the promotion report at 10 o'clock. You two need to be on your toes and give full play to your abilities, understand? Especially you, Jiang Shan, don't always look like you've woken up!"
Xu Qing repeatedly agreed, saying, "Don't worry, Sister Zhao," and Jiang Shan nodded in response, "I understand," but his mind was drawn elsewhere by the "President Zhu" mentioned in Zhao Yi's words.
"President Zhu"? Is that the president "Zhu Meng" that Zhao Yi mentioned to her in the message before?
But is it really necessary for the CEO to go to such lengths as getting a permanent position?
Jiang Shan couldn't figure it out, and was too lazy to think about it. He grabbed the paper copies of his PPT and speech draft and started silently memorizing them again.
Anyway, she should just do her best regarding getting a permanent position.
This playboy who inherited the family business is none of her business.
The clock in the conference room pointed to ten o'clock, and everyone straightened their backs and turned their eyes toward the door.
Jiangshan, who was silently reading his prepared speech from the PowerPoint presentation, also stopped.
She wanted to see just who this Mr. Zhu was.
The door clicked open halfway, and a man in a suit poked his head inside.
Jiang Shan raised an eyebrow.
Is this President Zhu?
Her gaze swept over the man's honest-looking bangs and unremarkable silver-rimmed glasses, and she silently made up her mind.
He looks... quite approachable.
But the man didn't come in. Instead, he waited at the door, his back slightly bent, his eyes lowered, and his hand slightly gesturing "please".
Jiang Shan was taken aback.
Oh, he's just a doorman.
A regular "tap-tap" sound rang out outside the office, growing clearer and clearer—the sound of leather shoes stepping on the wooden floor.
Jiang Shan pricked up his ears and calculated the distance to the conference room door based on the volume of the sound. Before he could guess whether the person was Assistant Number Two or the mysterious President Zhu who didn't even have a single photo online, he was startled by the face that appeared behind the door.
He had sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, a high nose bridge, and lips pressed into a straight line.
But what attracts Jiang Shan the most is his ample bosom, which even the most exquisitely tailored suits cannot conceal.
Jiang Shan's pupils widened slightly.
This stern-faced guy was none other than the big, burly man with the popped-off shirt button she'd met in the break room three nights ago.
Don't think she won't recognize him just because he changed into a complete suit.
But what is he doing here? He is...
"Hello, General Manager." Zhao Yi greeted first, followed by the other department members and Xu Qing. Jiang Shan stood up blankly, his mouth opening and closing mechanically, his mind not yet fully processing what was happening.
Ah? He's President Zhu, Zhu Meng?
For a moment, Jiang Shan wanted to dig a hole in the ground and disappear.
Would he make things difficult for her this time just because she treated him strangely last time?
However, to be honest, she didn't go too far. Not only did she not make any involuntary physical contact with Zhu Meng, she also kindly gave him medicine when he was feeling unwell.
Most importantly, it was after get off work hours!
Where can you find such a dedicated employee as her?
With that thought, Jiang Shan slowly straightened his back, then secretly glanced at Zhu Meng's cold face and quietly breathed a sigh of relief.
As the saying goes, important people often have bad memories. He didn't even spare her a glance, so he probably... doesn't remember her, right?
"Alright, Jiang Shan, Xu Qing, you can begin." Zhao Yi said a few brief words to transition things over, then, without wasting any more time, asked the two people on probation, "Who wants to go first?"
Jiang Shan's lips moved as he tried to get on stage first.
In general, people are more forgiving of the first person to give a presentation or performance.
She's second in line, which might put her at a disadvantage.
But it must be said that the pressure of being the first to go on stage is immense.
Although she had been memorizing that presentation for two or three days, and while she wouldn't say she knew it by heart, she at least knew which keywords to use and which slide to turn.
...Should we try to be the first one?
Jiang Shan was still twisting his fingers in confusion when Xu Qing smiled and went on stage: "Sister Zhao, I'll go first."
Jiang Shan's slightly parted lips quickly closed.
Let Xu Qing go; she'll have more time to adjust.
But the consequences of only eating a small bread roll for breakfast came too quickly.
Jiang Shan felt a little dizzy a second ago, and the next second his stomach started rumbling, and his abdomen felt weak as it deflated with the sound.
Oh no, I ate too little for breakfast and now I have low blood sugar.
She shrank her upper body, not noticing the strange looks she was getting from the people around her, and breathed a sigh of relief.
That's because they were all watching Xu Qing on the stage; who would care about her?
Jiang Shan reached into his bag, wanting a piece of candy to cheer himself up.
But all they found was an empty sugar jar.
Because of insufficient glucose intake, Jiangshan's brain was sluggish. It took her a while to remember that during her last phone call with her parents, she had a hypoglycemic episode and felt extremely dizzy. She had accidentally emptied the sugar container and hadn't had time to refill it in the past few days. The sugar she ordered by courier was still on its way.
Oh no, you can't faint these days.
Xu Qing was still speaking on stage. Although the two of them were competitors, it was extremely disrespectful for her to fall down while he was speaking.
However, Zhu Meng's time is precious, and the report will only last half an hour at most. If you can make it through the whole thing, it should be... fine, right?
She ordered a bread delivery and had it brought downstairs. After her meeting, she quickly ate it to replenish her energy. At this rate, there shouldn't be any major problems.
Jiang Shan covered his face with his hand, secretly opened the food delivery app, and began to dream.
Maybe after Xu Qing finishes speaking, there will be an interactive session, which would be even better. She could take this opportunity to sneak out and grab a bite of bread.
"Jiang Shan." Jiang Shan, feeling dizzy, barely managed to pay the order using fingerprint payment when suddenly a familiar reprimand came from beside him. It was Zhao Yi's voice, "Why are you playing on your phone during a meeting? What urgent message do you need to reply to now?"
Zhao Yi's voice wasn't loud; she seemed to only want to downplay the issue and give Jiang Shan a heads-up.
But Xu Qing, who was nearing the end of his speech on stage, paused for some reason and suddenly asked Zhu Meng, who was sitting in the upper seat, for instructions.
"President Zhu, my report isn't finished yet, but there are some things I've been holding back for a long time, and they're really bothering me. I want to say them in front of everyone. Could you spare two minutes?"
What does it mean to "have something bottled up inside for a long time and feel very uncomfortable"?
Jiang Shan was still dizzy and confused, not understanding why Xu Qing was doing this. Suddenly, his ears, which were slightly ringing, caught his name.
"Jiang Shan, do you know how disrespectful you are? It's one thing that you rejected me in front of everyone before, but now I'm giving a report in front of President Zhu, and you're deliberately playing on your phone. Every time this happens in public, you disrespect me. Do you know how upset you are?"
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