Chapter 7 In the car, Jiang Shan only touched him once, and he couldn't control himself...
Almost as soon as Jiang Shan heard the words "General Manager Zhu," the tension he felt, stemming from not understanding the other party's intentions, instantly deflated like a balloon being punctured by a needle.
As expected, they wouldn't visit the temple without a reason.
A sudden change in attitude must indicate an ulterior motive.
Jiang Shan glanced at the extended luxury car with its hazard lights flashing in the rain not far away, and nodded to Gao Ming.
"Okay, take me there."
Although she didn't know whether Zhu Meng wanted her to come over to settle scores with her for smashing the bear that morning, or if there was something else he wanted to discuss with her, Jiang Shan weighed the pros and cons for a moment and decided that it would be better for her to obediently go over and clear things up.
After all, she will be working in the field of artificial intelligence in the future, and Zhu Meng's Ansen Group is a leader in the industry. If she offends Zhu Meng, even changing jobs won't be easy.
The raindrops, like stones, pounded against the black umbrella held by Gao Ming. Jiang Shan followed Gao Ming toward the luxury car, her eyes fixed on the ground. She moved nimbly, using her rich experience to avoid the uneven puddles.
Luckily, the shoes she wore today had thick soles and weren't white, otherwise she would have had to clean them when she got home.
The luxury car door slowly opened, and Gao Ming placed the umbrella in the gap of the door, looking down at Jiang Shan who was still looking at his toes.
"Miss Jiang, please come in."
Oh, are we talking business in the car?
Jiang Shan didn't understand, but he still squeezed through the car door.
The blast of cold air from the air conditioner made her shiver.
What's going on? It's raining and so cold, why is the air conditioning so low inside?
"Turn up the air conditioning." At the other end of the back row by the window, Zhu Meng was wrapped in a thick blanket that looked quite thick. His voice was a little hoarse, whether from not drinking enough water or something else, it was hard to tell.
Jiang Shan felt another wave of doubt.
Although it was a bit cold on a rainy day, even though she was in poor health for many years, she was only wearing a thin long-sleeved shirt. Zhu Meng looked quite energetic, even though she was covered with a thick blanket in the field.
Was it intentional to turn the air conditioning down low and cover yourself with a thick blanket? It doesn't seem like it.
Saying that Zhu Meng was "covering himself with a blanket" is not quite accurate.
He pressed his hands on the blanket, creating layers of wrinkles, as if... he were embracing the blanket.
What's so great about hugging a tiny blanket?
Jiang Shan curiously examined Zhu Meng's three-piece suit, which fit him perfectly, and the thick blanket that completely obscured the beautiful scenery, when he suddenly noticed something was wrong.
Hmm? Zhu Ming's face is so red?
Although his face is usually red, it's a healthy, rosy complexion.
This one is a deep red, like a rotten apple.
He's been drinking?
Jiang Shan sniffed.
Strange, there's no smell of alcohol in the air.
The buzzing sound continued slowly. Jiang Shan turned his head slightly and saw an opaque partition rising between the front and back seats.
Upon closer inspection, both rear windows of the car were covered with black film. People inside could see outside, but people outside probably couldn't tell what was happening inside, and couldn't even hear any sounds.
"Hmm!" A groan came from Zhu Meng.
It was as if the suppressed emotions had reached their limit and had no choice but to be released from between his teeth.
Yes, the entire car is completely isolated from the outside, so the sounds inside the car will be amplified infinitely.
It's the same principle as wearing Bluetooth headphones.
But what is he humming about?
Jiang Shan listened to Zhu Meng's increasingly rapid breathing, scrutinizing his tightly closed red lips, which bore the marks of his teeth, and his slightly parted, yet undeniably mesmerizing, phoenix eyes.
This scene seems somewhat familiar.
Zhu Meng's current state is similar to when they first met him, when he was slumped in the tea room.
Oh, he's having another episode?
"Is your medicine still in your coat pocket?" Jiang Shan asked politely, reaching out to help Zhu Meng take it.
In fact, this aloof man, whose ears were flushed red, was breathless and helpless in front of her, as if he had been drugged, and longed for help.
Normally, Jiangshan would have to take some action.
Unfortunately, she didn't forget that she got on this car in order to minimize the conflict between her and Zhu Meng.
May you be of sound mind before we discuss serious matters.
Jiang Shan reached out and instinctively leaned towards Zhu Meng, accidentally touching his breath.
She paused, and hesitated before backing away.
Good heavens, the breath Zhu Meng was breathing was scalding hot!
No wonder the air conditioning was set so low just now.
But then again, if the air conditioning temperature is turned up, won't Zhu Meng's illness flare up even more?
Never mind, never mind, let's give him the medicine first.
Jiang Shan, relying on his memory of finding the medicine for Zhu Meng before, reached into the inside pocket of Zhu Meng's suit, but unfortunately found nothing.
That's strange, she remembers putting it here before.
"Hiss." Zhu Meng gasped softly, his eyes still cold, but the roots of his ears turned red.
Jiang Shan silently withdrew his hand.
It looked like the back of her hand accidentally touched his chest.
As she experienced in the morning, the feel was indeed quite good.
Jiang Shan subconsciously thought that Zhu Meng would coldly ask, "Have you touched enough since this morning?" But to his surprise, Zhu Meng simply reached out to touch the top button of the white shirt inside his coat.
A small patch of snow-white, muscular breast, blooming like a flower.
Jiang Shan glanced at it once, but couldn't take his eyes off it.
How can someone build such strong muscles and still have such fair skin?
Aren't most athletes dark-skinned?
She subconsciously swallowed, and for the second time felt that the muscular bear she had seen in the little green book had become a real person.
Is Zhu Meng's improper attire an attempt to tempt her into making a mistake?
No, that won't do. She's a woman with a wealth of experience; she won't be blinded by such petty gains.
"Sorry." Perhaps Jiang Shan had been "cursing" a bit too loudly in his mind, as his facial features showed a slight unfriendly expression. Zhu Meng shrank back in her seat, keeping the furthest distance she could from Jiang Shan, and apologized softly, "It's a bit hot."
His eyes were wet at the corners.
But it's not quite like that feeling of being tormented to the point of tears before sneezing.
It's so strange, why are Zhu Meng's eyes always filled with tears?
Before Jiang Shan could figure out what had happened, Zhu Meng had already pulled out a tissue from the back of the seat in front of him and quickly wiped away the tears that had formed at the corners of his eyes.
Why does he have such poor self-control?
The country is just a matter of touching it.
He couldn't stop crying.
We can't continue like this; it will scare the country away.
Zhu Meng bent down slightly, pressing his skin against the blanket, and moved a little closer to Jiang Shan.
His pupils were jet black, with a hint of red at the corners of his eyes, like a colorful rainbow hanging in the clear, transparent sky after the rain.
Jiang Shan blinked.
Ah, those clear eyes, just like the big yellow dog wagging its tail like crazy on the street.
Of course, the prerequisite for appreciating the scenery is that the dog is on a leash.
Similarly, her appreciation for muscular men is based on the premise that these muscular men will not be detrimental to her.
"Uh," Jiang Shan hadn't forgotten the medicine bottle that he'd searched Zhu Meng's pockets for ages but couldn't find, "So this time, you don't need to take the medicine?"
As soon as she said it, she realized how presumptuous she had been.
How can you ask a patient such a question!
"I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry." Jiang Shan wanted to dig a hole in the ground and disappear for a moment.
“I’m the one who should be saying ‘sorry.’” Zhu Meng shook his head gently, indicating that Jiang Shan didn’t need to rack his brains for an apology anymore. The blush on his face hadn’t faded, only slightly, and his voice was even hoarseer, like someone who had a high fever and whose temperature had just dropped a little. “I’m sorry for scaring you.”
...It wasn't that scary.
It was still a pleasant surprise.
But after all this fuss, let's get back to the main point and get down to business.
"I wonder why you summoned me here...?"
Zhu Meng parted his thin lips slightly, as if he was about to speak several times, but he pursed his lips and remained silent.
"It's nothing," he finally managed to say.
Zhu Meng huddled in the corner, clutching a blanket. His long legs, encased in black suit trousers, were pressed tightly together against the car door, leaving two-thirds of the back seat empty, even if he stretched them out.
He was over six feet tall, and he stood facing the wall in contemplation, looking somewhat dejected.
Jiang Shan felt both annoyed and amused.
Hey, you're keeping a secret from yourself, and you're feeling wronged?
My heart, which had been calm for years due to excessive late nights, was unusually stirred by a slight ripple. Jiang Shan's blood surged, and he tasted a bit of heat.
She stretched out her arm and took off her light coat.
A faint heat wave emanated from the air in the back row.
Zhu Meng was completely captivated by the atmosphere of the land and its people, and became utterly bewildered.
"Where do you live?" He instinctively leaned towards Jiangshan, afraid of startling her, but then restrained himself and pressed back against the car door. "The roads are difficult to travel in the rain, so I'll take you home."
Jiang Shan gave the address with some skepticism. Zhu Meng didn't ask Gao Ming to lower the partition, but instead sent him a message telling him to use navigation.
The two remained silent the entire way.
Jiang Shan was initially tense, trying to think of what her leader and colleague would talk about, but she couldn't think of any topics. She was also prone to motion sickness and didn't dare to take out her phone to browse. Helpless, to ease the awkwardness, she could only close her eyes and pretend to be asleep.
The air conditioning was at the perfect temperature, and the seats were soft and comfortable. Before long, Jiangshan actually fell asleep.
In her dazed state, she caught the sound of a call coming from afar.
"Wake up, we're here."
When she opened her eyes, the blanket that had been covering Zhu Meng had somehow flown onto her.
Jiang Shan was flustered and lifted the blanket and bag. Gao Ming was already waiting outside with an umbrella. Following Zhu Meng's instructions, Gao Ming did not dare to share the umbrella with Jiang Shan alone. He respectfully handed the umbrella to Jiang Shan and returned to the driver's seat.
"Thanks." Jiang Shan waved and left, only feeling a sense of emptiness after taking a couple of steps.
Oh, she forgot her coat.
Little did she know that the moment she closed the car door, Zhu Meng swiftly grabbed Jiang Shan's coat, which she had secretly hidden in the corner, and brought it to her nose, inhaling deeply.
It's like asthma patients finally finding a nebulizer.
A timely rain after a long drought.
Ah, it smells so good.
He invited Jiangshan here, all for this moment.
But faced with the fate of the nation, he dared not make the slightest transgression.
He was afraid she would hate him.
The ant-biting itching on his skin subsided considerably, and Zhu Meng's breathing gradually slowed down.
He has been taking his medication regularly recently, so his skin hunger flares up less frequently, usually once every two weeks. Sleeping under a weighted blanket usually makes it better.
He committed the same offense five days ago, so he shouldn't have done it again. But it's raining today.
As soon as it rains, the disease springs up like mushrooms after the rain, eager to spread. Zhu Meng hugged a blanket and took half a bottle of medicine, but it was ineffective.
Who knew that Jiang Shan could find some relief by rubbing his face with the back of his hand through the thin layer of his shirt.
"Knock knock".
Zhu Meng was immersed in the sweet ocean of beauty when he was disturbed by the outside noise. He became like a startled bird, and his muscles trembled.
He pulled his coat to his chest, carefully wrapped it in a blanket, and turned his head to see Jiang Shan knocking on the car window.
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