Chapter 12 Sorrow He feared that if he approached Jiang Shan at this moment, it would cause...
S City is located in the north, but in early September, the wind was already slightly chilly.
Jiang Shan put his phone back in his pocket, stood by the roadside, held a cake tray in one hand and a fork in the other, and forcefully scooped out a large spoonful of cake.
Mmm, it's sweet.
The tongue rests against the roof of the mouth and rotates gently, allowing the delicate flavor of the animal cream to reach the throat.
An unnamed joy, like a feather falling from the sky, gently brushed against Jiangshan's heart, tickling him, yet making him smile.
She quickly finished her tiramisu, enjoying the breeze, took out a tissue from her bag, wiped the cream off her fingers, and finally felt like opening Baidu Maps to find the nearest subway station to get back to her rented apartment.
Sweets release dopamine, which makes people feel happy.
The little bits of knowledge I learned in biology class were absolutely true.
Jiang Shan hummed a song and followed the crowd toward the subway station, unaware that two pairs of eyes in the Rolls-Royce Phantom parked by the roadside had been watching her every move.
The girl's figure disappeared. Gao Ming pursed his lips and looked up at the rearview mirror: "President Zhu...?"
"Boom..." Another rumble of thunder sounded outside.
Zhu Meng hooked his right index finger around the bow tie and forcefully pulled it off, which was rubbing painfully against his neck.
"Go back to the old house."
He closed his eyes, listening quietly to the classical piano music flowing through the carriage. His arms were wrapped around the coat that had fallen back into the carriage from Jiangshan, and his nose was buried in the rough fabric, rubbing against it reluctantly.
It's another annoying rainy day.
It would be even better if there were an owner for the coat, in addition to the coat itself.
However, Jiang Shan was clearly in low spirits, and all his quills stood up, like a hedgehog in a defensive posture, which made Gao Ming afraid, but also made him feel sorry for him.
He wasn't afraid of being hurt by Jiang Shan; he was only afraid that getting close to her at this moment would make her even more uncomfortable.
Zhu Meng sighed softly.
What happened to Jiang Shan? Who bullied her?
"Go and find out what happened in the technical department today."
"Yes, Mr. Zhu." Gao Ming agreed quickly, but hesitated slightly when he finished speaking, "If Chairman Zhu calls... should I answer?"
Zhu Meng, who had been slumped in the back seat, hugging Jiang Shan's coat and sucking on it, immediately sat up straight when she heard that her mother needed her.
"Give it to me."
The phone connected with a "ding," and the woman on the other end spoke in a deep, unhurried tone, like a line of light footprints in the snow.
"One is a business matter, and the other is a personal matter."
Zhu Meng sat with a posture even more upright than a kindergarten senior: "Go ahead."
"Business. I need to send you to France on a business trip to discuss that cosmetics deal. It should take about five days. Secure the deal for me. As for personal matters..."
Ms. Zhu scoffed, "You're thirty-one already, and you're still not married? Are you going to be a bachelor for the rest of your life?"
Zhu Meng frowned: "Mother, you promised me that I could choose my own partner and not have an arranged marriage."
"I know, I didn't intend to find you a young lady from a prestigious family. Even if I did, you wouldn't be satisfied, and you'd only be ruining other girls' lives."
Ms. Zhu's tone returned to calm: "Son, I wish you find your soulmate soon, so that next time you come back, there will be a young girl to chat with. Take care of your business, and do as you please with your personal matters. Bye."
The busy tone came through, and Zhu Meng silently turned off his phone screen.
His father was frail and passed away when he was young. In his memory, he was raised by his mother, though not entirely.
His mother was a decisive and capable businesswoman, whose business acumen was impeccable. She simply didn't have time to educate her children, so she could only send money to the family's maid every day.
Having no close relatives to confide in, especially lacking physical contact with her mother and father during her childhood, Zhu Meng has always liked to sleep with a blanket between her legs and is also fascinated by all kinds of soft objects.
By the time he realized he had skin hunger, it had already reached the point where he needed medication to control it.
But who can be blamed for this?
It wasn't his mother's fault.
Countless emotions settled in the dimly lit carriage, culminating in a faint sigh.
He should think about how to make Jiangshan happy; her eyes were red, clearly she had been crying.
Girls seem to like gifts, oh, except for her good mother who has seen countless people and is not moved by ordinary things.
That pigeon blood red necklace from the last auction was nice.
But wouldn't Jiangshan dislike something that's all show and no substance?
Jiang Shan just went into a cake shop and bought a palm-sized tiramisu. It wasn't anything expensive, but for him, just giving away a tiramisu, even if it was custom-made by a famous baker, would be too tacky.
Moreover, the medical records that the dean sent him regarding Jiang Shan's physical condition were alarming.
Cakes are too high in sugar and are unhealthy.
Health is the foundation of everything, so you need to take good care of yourself...
Let's talk about it after I get back from my business trip; business is more important.
What could possibly happen to the country in just five days?
Zhu Meng pinched the bridge of his nose: "Turn around and head to the airport."
Jiang Shan picked up the takeout food placed by the door and stepped into the rented room. At that moment, the rain that had been gathering in the sky, accompanied by muffled thunder, finally began to fall.
The sound of rain pattering in his ears, Jiang Shan took off his work shoes, put away his bag, and whistled in celebration of freedom.
Great! Finally, on a rainy day, I can stay in my small, safe rented room and do what I want.
Instead of being stuck in a cramped workstation typing on a keyboard.
Jiang Shan took a nice hot shower, changed into soft, loose pajamas, and swept away the fatigue from work and family. He leaned back on the sofa, enjoying his still-warm takeout while idly scrolling through Little Green Book.
When people have free time, they like to find something to do.
During her student days, whenever there was a long holiday, she couldn't help but start planning where to go.
It's like if you don't go out and have fun, you're missing out on the holiday.
Now, her mindset has completely changed; she only thinks about how to work one more day.
It wasn't that she became more diligent; it was just that in the workplace, working one more day meant earning a little more money, and with a little more money came a little more courage to survive in this big city of S.
Winter is fast approaching, and this city is not covered by central heating. Imagine how expensive it would be to run the air conditioning and heating for four or five months.
Although her current salary of 9,000 yuan after tax seems quite impressive compared to the 6,000 yuan salary during her probation period, it's still a good salary.
However, this salary is like a leaky cotton-padded jacket. First, she has to set aside one or two thousand yuan to supplement her household expenses, and second, she has to pay three thousand five hundred yuan in rent. After deducting her monthly food, clothing and other necessities, she only has one or two thousand yuan left.
In S City, land is incredibly valuable, and even in the suburbs where she currently lives, where the commute is a full 45 minutes, the price per square meter is 60,000 to 70,000 yuan.
She can only save one or two thousand a month. How many months would it take her to buy a small apartment of fifty or sixty square meters here?
Without a house, how can one settle down and make a living?
She could only watch helplessly as others moved into their warm and comfortable homes during windy and rainy weather, while she herself had to haggle with the landlord over a pittance in rent.
Jiang Shan unconsciously bit his nails.
She wanted to make money, to make more money.
But she's a full-time employee now, and works for the well-known Anson company. If it gets out that she's taking on private jobs, it will have a bad impact.
If you're not careful, you might end up like Lü Bu, the traitor who served three masters in the Romance of the Three Kingdoms.
But having grown up, she's been a well-behaved, obedient girl who only knows how to study. She can't sing, dance, play any instruments, and her only redeeming quality is her academic performance.
If you can't make money with your professional knowledge, what else can you rely on?
Why don't you search for part-time jobs on Xiaolvshu? You might find something unexpected.
Jiang Shan simply searched for the word "part-time job" on Xiaolvshu, and soon, various "video editing," "film dubbing," and "game companionship" ads were pushed to her phone.
It's obviously a scam; their goal is to get her to sign up for the course and then profit from her registration fee.
I stumbled upon a post that said the owner was going away on a business trip for five days and hired someone to come and feed and walk the dog every day. The post included a picture of an adorable Alaskan Malamute.
Jiang Shan wasn't interested at first, but as soon as he moved his finger and scrolled to the last reward, his eyes widened.
Can you earn a thousand yuan a day just by walking a dog?
Jiang Shan's heart was pounding. He glanced at the location posted by the poster, which was only 300 meters away from his rented apartment. He quickly grabbed the first comment in the comment section: "I'm in xx community, which is quite close to you."
There was no response.
While anxiously awaiting the results, Jiang Shan unconsciously scrolled through various posts recommended to her by Xiao Lv Shu (a Chinese social networking service).
The "Following" section happened to be updated, showing Meng's profile picture.
Jiang Shan hesitated for a while, his fingers danced a breakdance on the screen, but he still followed his heart and clicked on it.
Although she had previously "sworn" not to put all her eggs in one basket with Meng, the caring, motherly qualities that Meng possessed perfectly matched all her fantasies.
...I'll watch it one more time, a billion times.
meng didn't post a video, just a post.
What kinds of gifts do girls usually like?
There's only this empty title, nothing else.
Huh? What a strange question.
How can this sentence be done without any restrictive modifiers?
The word "girl" is too vague.
Under the heavens, there are billions of girls, each a unique individual. They have their own joys and sorrows, their own ups and downs, and their own different life experiences. How could everyone like the same things?
The comments below also showed that Jiang Shan looked completely bewildered.
The comments were all the same: "Does the main character have someone he likes?", "Will the main character continue to be updated?", "Please, let me date a male mom like that too!"
Why are all these questions divergent? Doesn't anyone want to solve the problems?
Jiang Shan thought for a moment, then typed out each word carefully.
“Every girl has different preferences. If you want to know what kind of gift she likes but feel embarrassed to ask her in person, you can observe what she usually likes to use or ask the people around her.”
Jiangshan's comment was probably a bit long, so it was pushed to the top. Most of the people who clicked on the post afterward liked her comment, and some even replied to her: "Only this honest person is seriously answering the question [doge emoji]".
Jiang Shan raised an eyebrow in confusion.
If there's a problem, shouldn't it be solved?
Simply raising a problem without offering a solution is just stirring up trouble.
Almost the instant "Author liked this" popped up under Jiang Shan's comment, Zhao Yi's message exploded at the top of the screen: "Jiang Shan, what kind of gift do you like?"
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