Chapter 44 He had lived almost half his life, and this was the first time…
Jiang Shan's heart leaped into his throat. He abruptly turned his head and casually blended into the crowd.
I can't see it, ......
Time seemed to slow down. Jiang Shan counted her heartbeats, one, two, and after about half a minute, a lively child's voice pierced her ears: "Sister, I'm back—"
Jiang Shan's heart, which had just barely settled down, was once again filled with suspense.
Oh no, Jiang Hai could have come back any earlier or later, but of all times, he had to come back at this awkward time.
Moreover, judging from Jiang Hai's position, he is on the same horizontal line as Zhu Meng. If she turns her head, won't she make eye contact with Zhu Meng?
Good heavens, how embarrassing.
As Murphy's Law goes, what you fear most is what happens, and it really came true for her.
Jiang Shan, suppressing her burning cheeks, cautiously turned her head in response to Jiang Hai's voice. Her eyes were fixed on the floor, unwilling to look up even a little: "Haha, you're back pretty quickly."
"Of course! Our classroom is on the second floor. Even though everyone's out of school now and the hallways are crowded, it's still very convenient because we don't have to climb the stairs!"
Jiang Hai huffed and puffed as she climbed onto the electric scooter and settled herself behind Jiang Shan. She wrapped her arms around Jiang Shan's waist, and her chubby little face, through the thin fabric of her clothes, pressed warmly against Jiang Shan's back.
She was about to hum and haw about the funny things that happened at school that afternoon when she suddenly exclaimed in surprise, "Huh?" "Sister, why are your ears red?"
Jiang Shan has been back from Jianghai, and ever since he climbed onto the electric scooter, his eyes have been fixed on the floor, and he hasn't dared to move.
"...The wind is a bit hot."
She stretched her stiff neck, turned the handlebars of the electric scooter with her right hand, and was about to leave the elementary school gate with Jiang Hai in a dejected manner when she couldn't help but look back in the direction where Zhu Meng had just appeared.
Was that person really Zhu Meng? Is there really such a coincidence? Could it be that she was thinking about him during the day and dreaming about him at night, and her eyes were playing tricks on her?
The expensive black SUV was still parked there, but the man who had been standing next to it had vanished.
Jiang Shan silently looked away.
She must have misread it, right?
After all, Zhu Meng is a busy man with a net worth of nine figures, flying all over the world and not having enough time. Why would he condescend to come to this small village?
A blue electric car leisurely drove towards the intersection, while inside a black SUV, amidst the elegant piano music, a child's innocent voice broke through.
"Let's go." This was the order given by Zhu Yuan.
The driver glanced at Zhu Meng but didn't move.
Although he was the driver directly assigned to the hospital by the Zhu family and usually obeyed Zhu Yuan's orders, the actual person in charge of the Zhu family was Zhu Meng. Since Zhu Meng was sitting in the car now, he naturally listened to Zhu Meng.
He didn't dare to drive until Zhu Meng gave the order.
Zhu clicked his tongue, took out his tablet and played Sudoku for a while, but still didn't get any orders from the man next to him.
He frowned and slapped Zhu Meng's hand, which was casually resting on the armrest, twice without any politeness: "Zhu Meng, when are you going to leave?"
"Shh!" The psychologist accompanying them in the car glanced at Zhu Meng's expressionless face, as always, and whispered a warning to the arrogant young patient, "You must be respectful when speaking to your elders!"
Wishing you two short legs crossed, imitating Zhu Meng, with your hands on the armrests and your legs crossed.
"You don't need to be respectful when talking to your nephew."
Faced with such provocation, Zhu Meng remained silent.
He seemed to be bewitched by something, his eyes fixed on the outside.
The driver was caught in the middle between the two men from the Zhu family, one big and one small, feeling like he was caught between two horns. Based on his experience over the years, he knew he couldn't communicate normally with the autistic young master, so he could only bite the bullet and ask Zhu Meng.
"Mr. Meng, may we leave now? Shall we take you back to your residence first, or take the young master to the hospital for his routine check-up?"
Zhu Meng's pupils narrowed, as if he had finally come to his senses.
The intersection outside had been red for a while, and many electric bikes and motorcycles were ignoring traffic rules and driving recklessly. However, a blue electric bike was parked properly at the intersection, not moving an inch.
The light turned green, and only then did it slowly begin to move along with the rest of the group.
Zhu Meng pinched the space between his eyebrows.
"Follow that blue electric car."
The strange command, which didn't offer one of the two options provided by the driver, was at least an executable instruction. The driver dared not say a word and slowly started the car. The black SUV, like a drop of water, slowly merged into the great river on the main road.
Upon seeing the little girl with two pigtails sitting on the back of an electric scooter, Zhu Meng immediately forgot about the game and gazed into the distance with her.
The uncle and nephew remained silent, like two statues gazing at each other.
The blue electric scooter made a turn and briefly disappeared from sight. Zhu Meng, who was resting his hand on the armrest, unconsciously curled up his five fingers that were hanging down naturally.
Is the empire about to disappear from his sight again?
Motor vehicles generally travel faster than electric vehicles, but this is not a normal situation; it is a special evening rush hour. Countless motor vehicles are stuck on the main roads, making them completely impassable, while electric vehicles are thriving, weaving through the narrow non-motorized vehicle lanes.
A dull ache settled in his chest. Zhu Meng unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt with his fingers, his breathing becoming somewhat heavy.
Anxiety washed over him like a tidal wave; he not only had trouble breathing and his skin itched, but his usually steady and strong hands, which he had worked out regularly, also began to tremble.
The sweet notes of "Romance de Amor" echoed in the carriage. The driver, who was still immersed in his memories of his first love, suddenly caught the noise in the carriage. With a start, he quickly raised the partition.
With a gurgling sound, Zhu Meng barely managed to control his trembling hands and pulled over the vehicle's trash can.
A wave of excruciating dry heaving.
Even Zhu Meng's neighbor, Zhu Yuan, who was resting with his eyes closed, frowned.
Zhu Mengren vomited until his eyes were red, but the harder he tried, the more unlucky he became. His stomach was convulsing violently, and his throat was sore, but there was only a little bit of mucus with blood streaks in the transparent garbage bag.
"Spit it out." Even though it didn't taste like anything, Zhu Yuan pinched her nose in disgust.
Zhu Meng ignored him, pressed her hand to her chest, and took a deep breath, trembling for half a minute. The nausea gradually subsided, but her hand was still shaking a little.
He took out his thermos, rinsed his mouth, tied the trash bag, and remained silent, his brows furrowed.
Zhu Yuan has always been indifferent to emotions, rarely saying what he likes or dislikes. The last time he showed any affection for his nephew, it was actually disgust, which really silenced him.
Was it because he vomited very badly?
However, he simply couldn't control this kind of emotional illness very well.
Jiang Shan seems to have a relatively good understanding of his sudden symptoms...?
Or perhaps Jiang Shan was also quite disgusted by his occasional skin hunger, but simply maintained adult politeness and didn't show it?
Another burning sensation rose in his stomach, and Zhu Meng swallowed hard a few times.
By some stroke of luck, just before his stomach started to convulse again, the car in front of him finally moved. The SUV accelerated, just in time to catch the blue electric scooter turning at the next intersection.
Jiang Shan, wearing a dark blue helmet, his ponytail held in place by a black headband, a blue short-sleeved shirt, and black trousers, was enough to alleviate ninety-nine percent of Zhu Meng's discomfort just by looking at him from behind as he rode an electric scooter.
As for the remaining one percent...
Zhu Meng curled the corners of her lips, not out of happiness, but more out of self-deprecation.
In fact, he could easily ask for Jiang Shan's home address under the guise of the company. It wouldn't be difficult to find out. The difficulty lies in what he could do even if he went there.
He still couldn't accept being stabbed in the buttocks; their fates were the same.
He wants Jiangshan to treat him like a boyfriend and get along well with him, but he also wants Jiangshan to stick to his principles and not mess with him. He's too greedy.
Jiangshan lives not far from the primary school; even during the evening rush hour, it's only a twelve-minute electric scooter ride away.
Zhu Meng stared intently at Jiang Shan, watching her awkwardly park her electric scooter at the entrance of the residential area, then take her sister's hand and enter the not-so-luxurious community through the robot's facial recognition at the gate.
Oh, so that's the kind of place she lives.
...It's only slightly better than that small rented room.
Only after Jiang Shan's figure could no longer be seen did Zhu Meng rub his slightly throbbing temples.
"Go back to the house."
Whether it's because big data is too powerful in this day and age, or because his phone can hear his thoughts, Zhu Meng was just bored on the bus and took out his phone to read Little Green Book for a few minutes when he suddenly saw a line of big text pushed by it.
You might be looking for: PEG preparation
? !
Zhu Meng's hand trembled, and he almost threw his phone away.
He didn't want to search.
When did he ever say he wanted to search for this kind of thing?
Taking a couple of deep breaths, Zhu Meng gradually regained her senses and pursed her dry lips, suddenly feeling a bit thirsty.
Hmm, does he really not want to search...?
There might still be a little... but he's a man, a real man can't be... Maybe just one look? Just one look...
While Zhu Meng was still internally arguing, his hand had already honestly clicked on the entry.
Yes, he didn't search for it on purpose.
His phone pushed the message to him, and he clicked on it to take a look, learn more, and broaden his knowledge.
The first post on the search page had tens of thousands of likes and seemed quite reliable. Zhu Meng silently tilted his phone screen slightly towards himself to make sure Zhu Yuan couldn't see it from that angle before casually clicking on it.
I need to take a shower.
Zhu Meng raised an eyebrow.
Oh, he knows that. Although he hasn't experienced it himself, he's seen it mentioned before, and that's usually how it is.
But then, his pupils slowly widened.
Enema? Why? He's not constipated!
Hmm, could it be because...?
Zhu Meng's heart was in turmoil, and his face felt like it was on a candlestick, burning hot.
It turns out that this kind of thing is not just a simple matter; there are procedures to follow and preparatory work to be done.
Well... it's quite clean.
The rock-solid defense in my heart seemed to have been breached, with a small crack appearing.
Zhu Meng pursed his lips and finally realized that what he was resisting was not being penetrated in the buttocks, which damaged his male dignity. After all, in the face of power, he seemed to have no dignity to speak of, and dignity couldn't put food on the table, so there was no need for it.
What he resisted was filth.
After all, the rectum is full of excrement.
If you touch it rashly, how dirty would it be?
If it's cleaned properly...
It seems... no, it's not that I can't accept it?
"Buy one of these and have it delivered to the house. I need to see it within an hour." Zhu Meng, suppressing the heat on his face, sent the name of the device to Gao Ming.
After thinking for a moment, he bit his lip and added, "There's one more set... buy it in my size."
Gao Ming, who was in the passenger seat, almost fainted when he saw the message.
Was Zhu Meng's account hacked? Or was he seeing things? The usually aloof and cold CEO Zhu, harder than an iceberg, suddenly wants to buy enema equipment and bunny boy outfits? Has the world gone mad?!
Jiang Shan had just stepped into the residential area when he suddenly remembered that he had to go to work the next day.
"Xiao Hai, I have to go to the company tomorrow morning, so I might not be able to pick you up at noon. How about you eat at the school cafeteria for lunch? I'll come back to pick you up in the evening."
Jiang Hai pouted: "...Okay."
Jiang Shan's lips curled up as he tapped on a food delivery app to open a cake shop with a 5.0 rating.
"Good boy/girl, I'll reward you with cake. You can pick whatever you like, but you can only have one, okay? Eating too much cake at night will make you fat."
Jiang Hai swiped his finger across the cake shop interface, looking from beginning to end and then back again, but he didn't select a single one.
Is it not to your liking?
Just as Jiang Shan was about to ask her a question, Jiang Hai asked one first.
"Sister, are we very poor right now?"
Her big eyes blinked, as if she were still a little cautious.
"...We're not exactly poor, we can afford our daily expenses." Jiang Shan was genuinely surprised by Jiang Hai's question, and after a moment of surprise, asked, "What's wrong?"
“My mom and dad used to always tell me that they worked very hard to earn money to support the family, and that I should be careful with my money… Now that they’re gone, only my older sister is earning money, and the burden of supporting the family falls on her shoulders. I think she will only have a harder time than they did.”
Jiang Hai lowered his eyelashes, his voice slightly choked: "But I don't want my sister to suffer too much."
Oh, so it's because you understand how hard it is for her to earn money to support her family.
Jiang Shan's heart is soft and tender, like a marshmallow just pulled out of a pot.
“My sister doesn’t work very hard. We have enough money at home. We don’t need to be stingy with money that we need to spend.”
Jiang Hai sniffed and nodded, seemingly unsure whether she had taken it to heart. She bit her rosy lips and insisted on choosing the cheapest cake.
Jiang Shan couldn't refuse Jiang Hai's request, so he had to make up for it by ordering Jiang Hai's favorite pizza for dinner.
What kind of ideas did Chen Yuan and Jiang Tao instill in Jiang Hai that made her so careful even when spending such a small amount of money?
Although when she first arrived in S City, she lived frugally on a meager allowance, she only dared to spend money normally after receiving her first salary.
She has already suffered enough; she can't let Jiang Hai suffer too.
After the two sisters finished dinner, Jiang Hai bit her finger and did her homework in the room. She insisted that she could find the questions on the homework with a learning machine, so Jiang Shan didn't need to spend time sitting next to her and watching her do her homework.
Jiang Shan was enjoying his leisure time, sitting on the sofa outside and browsing the project overview sent by his new colleague.
A rustling sound came from the window, and she leaned closer to smell the fresh scent that comes with rain.
With a "whoosh," Jiang Shan closed the small crack in the window, gazing at the raindrops in the dark sky outside, and inexplicably thought of an old friend.
...Zhu Meng seems to feel unwell whenever it rains?
Zhu Meng couldn't even stand the light drizzle in S City, and he was panting like a broken bellows. If he encountered a torrential downpour like in G City, wouldn't he be crying out in agony?
Tsk tsk tsk, it's a bit tragic, but also a bit delicious.
Unfortunately, the two of them had already broken up. It was fine for her to fantasize about such a delicious moment in her mind, but she probably couldn't see it in reality.
In the same city, in a high-end residential area.
The same large raindrops pelted against the aluminum-clad wood window. Zhu Meng, supporting himself against the wall, trembled as he slowly made his way out of the bathroom.
The enema worked quite well; although it was a bit painful, it was faster than he had expected.
Zhu Meng grabbed the deodorant and sprayed it around himself twice. He sniffed, but didn't smell anything strange. His legs went weak, and he collapsed onto the small sofa in the bedroom, his usually sharp eyes now unfocused.
It should be... cleaned up by now, right? The toilet bowl is crystal clear; you can't even see any other colors.
That should be enough, right?
Zhu Meng ran his fingers around his slightly sunken belly twice, and then let out a long sigh of relief.
So this is what it feels like to completely empty your body.
Unfortunately, before he could feel any relief for more than a few seconds, an unbearable itching started to flare up on his skin, as if the itch couldn't bear to see him doing well.
"Hmm!" Zhu Meng hummed cautiously in the empty room.
He trembled as he unbuttoned his shirt, his breathing growing heavier and heavier, interspersed with barely audible gasps.
This happens whenever it rains.
How annoying.
But this city seems to have a particular fondness for rain.
He clearly wanted to run to Jiang Shan's door and tell her that he could accept PEG and that he had cleaned himself up, but fate was against him...
The exquisite yet revealing bunny boy outfit, with one eye covered by Gao Ming, was neatly placed on the bedside table. Zhu Meng, while panting to relieve his discomfort, used his eyes to confirm the style of the outfit.
Yes, this is the set.
The outfit that Jiang Shan watched during the live stream was the same one that Xi Gou was wearing.
Although he thought the clothes were just so-so, Jiang Shan kept his eyes glued to the screen and seemed to like them quite a bit.
He'd do anything as long as she liked it.
He had never worn this style of clothing before.
Will it show my belly button?
He might need to wear a jacket over his clothes; otherwise, his body, which had just undergone an enema, might be exposed to drafts, which could potentially lead to an accident.
Zhu Meng rested on the sofa for a while, gathered some strength, grabbed his clothes, and walked to the full-length mirror.
He gestured to show the effect on his upper body, then silently closed his eyes.
The fabric is pitifully scarce.
But perhaps it is precisely because it is so rare that it is so eye-catching?
It's just a set of clothes, isn't it? That greyhound can wear it, but he can't?
Zhu Meng gritted his teeth and showed the courage of a man.
In no time at all, he had put on the clothes and pants.
He looked at himself in the full-length mirror, his cheeks feeling slightly hot.
...It seems to be working quite well.
Sigh, he's lived almost half his life, and this is the first time I've ever seen a man be so hot.
Zhu Meng touched her hair, feeling that she was different from the man she had seen on Jiang Shan's phone screen.
It looks like something's missing from his head.
Perhaps sensing the call in Zhu Meng's heart, the snow-white rabbit ear headdress that Gao Ming had placed on the bedside table began to shine under the bedroom light.
The redness that had just faded from Zhu Meng's face returned silently.
……No.
One set of clothes should be enough.
I'd rather not have those rabbit ears.
After rummaging through his wardrobe, Zhu Meng pulled out a long suit jacket that he had commissioned at some point. He carefully put it on in front of the mirror, covering up the daring outfit completely.
Hmm, it looks pretty normal.
Feeling somewhat exhausted, Zhu Meng calmly gave herself a glucose injection and resolutely walked into the rainy night.
Although he feels unwell when it rains, he didn't neglect his work even when he was feeling unwell before. Who says he can't carry out his original plan just because it's raining outside?
You have to try to find out if it will work.
It rained all night and didn't stop until almost midnight.
When Jiang Shan woke up the next day, he drew back the curtains and saw that the ground outside was wet.
"Take the umbrella with you, it might rain today."
Jiang Shan looked at the weather forecast while stuffing an umbrella into the side pocket of Jiang Hai's small backpack.
"Okay, I'll do whatever you say, sister." Jiang Hai is still a child and has high requirements for sleep duration. He went to bed at 9:30 last night, but woke up at 7:20 this morning and still couldn't open his eyes.
She groggily put on her school uniform, tying a red scarf around her neck as she dozed off.
Jiang Shan had been a corporate slave for three months, so his tolerance for waking up early was better than Jiang Hai's.
As she muttered, "Did you bring all your homework books?", she opened the door with a "clack" and was about to lead Jiang Hai out when she suddenly felt resistance as she pushed the door open.
She peeked out.
Hmm? There seems to be something...
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Author's Note: Haha, what a long chapter! Self-praise in progress [sunglasses]
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