Chapter 45 "I still can't learn it well, can you teach me..."
Jiang Shan was startled when a hand suddenly grabbed his ankle from nowhere, and he screamed in fright.
She yanked hard on the doorknob, trying to close the door first to confirm her and Jiang Hai's safety, and then look through the peephole to see what was going on outside.
But another slender, fair hand blocked the doorway. Jiang Shan hesitated for a moment, but ultimately didn't dare to grab anyone else's hand.
If you break someone's hand, you'll have to pay compensation.
But what's wrong with this person?
Jiang Shan frowned and lowered her head, intending to reason with this person who had inexplicably appeared at her doorstep, when she suddenly realized that the person's face was one she recognized.
"...Zhu Meng?"
So shocked that she momentarily forgot to use honorifics, she asked, "What are you doing here?"
Zhu Meng squatted on the not-so-clean ground, looking down at Jiang Shan. He held Jiang Shan's ankle with one hand and rested the other on his knee. His dark pupils and the whites of his eyes were clearly distinct, giving him an inexplicably docile appearance.
But for some inexplicable reason, he actually wore a long, bespoke suit jacket in the southern summer when the temperature was around 30 degrees Celsius.
What's even stranger is that Zhu Meng's coat was about knee-high, and his calves were completely clean.
It's not as simple as not wearing suit pants.
There are also traces of hair removal devices used.
Good heavens, does a CEO who doesn't rely on his looks still need to manage body hair?
"I wanted to see you, so I came."
Zhu Meng's cheeks were a little red, which was different from usual, but the calmness of her facial features was no different from usual.
It seems that his behavior of staying up late at night, cleaning himself up, wearing a sexy outfit that was more about concealing his true feelings, coming to Jiang Shan's door, not daring to knock, and sitting there all night is nothing unusual.
Jiang Shan tried to move her ankle, attempting to free her foot from Zhu Meng's grasp, but unfortunately, his hand was like a five-fingered mountain, and her foot was like Sun Wukong, leaving her unable to move.
"...Take off your coat."
Jiang Shan frowned.
Feeling the burning heat emanating from Zhu Meng's fingers through her thin trouser leg, she refrained from directly urging him because Jiang Hai was present. Instead, she subtly hinted, "Your hands are a little hot; they shouldn't be cold."
It wasn't an unreasonable request at all, but when Zhu Meng heard it, her slightly flushed face turned completely red.
He glanced around at Jiang Shan's quiet neighbors on the same floor, making sure no one was coming out at this time. He put his hand on the button of his collar, about to muster up his courage, but was startled by the pair of questioning eyes behind Jiang Shan's legs and shrank back.
There are children too, we can't scare them.
"...Can I go inside and then take my clothes off?"
Zhu Meng bit his lip, unaware that a faint bloodstain had appeared on the inside of his lip. His voice was very soft, as if he were saying something embarrassing.
Jiang Shan didn't understand what he was being so hesitant about.
Why is a capable adult dawdling over something as simple as taking off a coat?
Wrapped up like that in temperatures over 30 degrees Celsius, you'll get heatstroke in the mornings and evenings, and even more so at midday. If you don't believe me, Zhu Meng, just try it, and you'll die.
His stubbornness is truly unwavering; he hasn't changed at all.
"Then take it off or not, it's up to you."
Jiang Shan shrugged, no longer beating around the bush with Zhu Meng: "Please let go of my hand and move aside a little so my sister and I can go out. Otherwise, my sister will be late for school and I will be late for work."
Zhu Meng snapped his fingers, and Gao Ming, who had been hiding in the stairwell waiting for orders, emerged with huge dark circles under his eyes.
"Gao Ming will take your sister Jiang Hai to school on time."
Although it rained all night, the weather wasn't too muggy, but Zhu Meng had been wearing a long coat all night and was feeling stuffy and feverish. In addition, he was suffering from skin thirst, and now the air he was breathing through his mouth and nose was scalding hot.
To avoid making mistakes due to his somewhat chaotic thoughts, he spoke a little slower than usual: "As for the company, you can take another day off."
Jiang Shan was still hesitating about whether to hand Jiang Hai over to Gao Ming, but Jiang Hai had already made the choice for her.
She stepped forward and grabbed Gao Ming's suit jacket sleeve: "Sister, I'll go with this brother first. I'll send you a message on your watch when we get to school to let you know I'm safe. You can chat with your uncle slowly."
Gao Ming felt like he was about to spit out a mouthful of blood. The little girl had chubby cheeks and two pigtails, and she looked quite cute. She called him "brother," and he was quite happy about it.
But why does she call him "brother" but "uncle" to President Zhu? Isn't that just pushing him into a fire pit?
Fortunately, Zhu Meng was not in good condition at the moment and lacked energy, so he could not attend to everything. He could only focus his mind on Jiang Shan and did not hear Jiang Hai address him at all.
He only saw the reluctance in Jiang Shan's eyes for Jiang Hai's departure, so he pursed his lips and softly added a sentence.
“Gao Ming is reliable. If you’re still worried, I can arrange for a female bodyguard to go into the school with your sister.”
Jiang Shan was utterly astonished.
Is this the world of the rich? She didn't understand.
"...No need for a female bodyguard. The campus is quite safe. Let's get Jiang Hai to school first. Thank you, Gao Ming."
Gao Ming nodded and bowed twice, saying "Yes, yes," and half-embraced, half-carried the little girl, leading her downstairs.
The hallway was empty except for two people.
Zhu Meng leaned against the white wall of the stairwell and stood up shakily. After clearing his vision, which had become blurred from squatting for several hours, he carefully pointed his finger towards the inside of the door.
"May I... come in?"
Every word he uttered seemed to be squeezed out of his throat, as if he was deliberately suppressing something.
Jiang Shan didn't actually want to let Zhu Meng in.
Even though he was already standing up and almost a head taller than her, he still bent down to look her in the eye, even lowering the corners of his eyes. His humble posture, like a well-behaved dog handing its collar to its owner, was simply too much for her to refuse.
“…Come in and we’ll talk.” She made way for him.
"Ha, hoo..."
Zhu Mengren had barely squeezed through the door when he started panting.
He staggered into the house, changed into Jiang Tao's men's slippers left behind by the Jiang family next to the shoe rack, and then barely managed to move to the sofa in the living room, squatted down and asked Jiang Shan.
"May I, uh, sit on the sofa?"
His cheeks were flushed, and the corners of his eyes were also red, as if he had applied rouge that looked like it could seduce women.
It's just a sofa. This sofa is so big that it can comfortably seat four people. Zhu Meng could lie down and she would still have room to sit. Why would I need to ask for her permission?
"...Please sit down, I didn't put any nails in."
Jiang Shan slammed the door shut, took off the leather shoes he had just put on for work, and changed back into slippers.
In just a few short seconds, Zhu Meng started humming again.
He closed his eyes slightly, his Adam's apple bobbing occasionally, as if suppressing the intense emotions churning in his chest.
"Thank you, um, thank you." He forced a smile.
Jiang Shan's leg, which instinctively wanted to take a step forward, was rooted to the spot. For a moment, he didn't know whether he should go over or not. He was like Tang Sanzang facing the Queen of the Women's Kingdom. He knew that the person in front of him was his calamity, but his heart still couldn't help but pound.
Why does Zhu Meng look so different in front of and behind the door?
What? Is this door his switch?
Zhu Meng noticed Jiang Shan's obvious hesitation.
His long eyelashes drooped slightly, and he curled up in a big ball on the sofa, his hands wrapped around his two smooth legs. The lower half of his face was hidden behind his fair knees, and his voice was a little muffled.
Did I bother you?
Jiang Shan had become somewhat accustomed to the strange humming that Zhu Meng would utter before and after rain.
The first time she heard it, she was shocked; the second time, she was excited; and the third time, she seemed quite thrilled as well…
But after hearing it so many times, it got a bit annoying.
She took a few steps forward, stopping just a step away from Zhu Meng, and looked down at his downcast eyes.
"Mr. Zhu, I invited you into my home out of humanitarian concern because I saw that you were not feeling well, so that you could rest for a while. As for ordering takeout and medicine for you and then serving you hand and foot, that is not within the scope of my humanitarian concern."
"Please call your family doctor as soon as possible and have them come and pick you up."
Jiang Shan didn't actually want to be so direct.
But in the small room, with only Zhu Meng in front of her, her mind involuntarily began to replay the afternoon a few days ago when she and Zhu Meng broke up.
Oh, he said she was "disgusting".
Yes, she wasn't like a normal woman who would meekly accept being poked in the butt. Instead, she wanted to pick up a weapon and pok other men in the butt. In the face of men, who are the beneficiaries of the system, she was indeed a disgusting person.
But in her eyes, Zhu Meng, who clung to his vested interests and refused to let go, was also a disgusting creature.
However, Zhu Meng was quite polite; before uttering those two words, everything she did perfectly matched her preferences.
But this politeness ends here.
Even if Zhu Meng were to continue the relationship, the broken mirror could never be mended.
The sense of alienation in her heart could not be eliminated.
Zhu Meng hid the lower half of her face behind her knees, secretly biting her lip and trying to suppress the stinging in her eyes from a corner where Jiang Shan couldn't see her.
Sure enough, even Jiang Shan would find his illness repulsive.
But it doesn't matter who dislikes it, can this person not be Jiangshan?
"No, um, please send me away, okay?"
Zhu Meng hooked his finger at the collar and ripped open the buttons of his bespoke suit jacket, revealing a daring outfit underneath that was half-covered and half-revealed, a blatant attempt to conceal something.
He observed Jiang Shan's expression, and when he finally saw a hint of shock on her face, he smiled slightly.
Ah, she really does like it.
He is not imitating others.
Jiang Shan's feelings could no longer be described simply as "shock".
She stared at Zhu Meng's clothes and pants inside, black fabric with white patterns of fluffy cotton yarn, her mouth slightly open, unsure of what to say for a moment.
Good heavens, those black and white striped short-sleeved shirts and shorts...
Although it's still the two colors that Zhu Meng often uses, why are the clothes in the style of a bunny boy?
The top had no sleeves and wasn't long enough to perfectly show off Zhu Meng's beautiful biceps and triceps, as well as several well-toned abs.
Damn it, did Zhu Meng buy the wrong clothes?
It doesn't seem like it either.
If Zhu Meng had come wearing this outfit alone and had put on this innocent expression, she might have believed that he had bought the wrong clothes.
But Zhu Meng deliberately wore a coat over his clothes, and just when she was about to kick him out, he took off the coat.
It's clearly the behavior of a scheming man who's fighting and grabbing.
"I've looked into what PEG is, and I've already cleaned it up."
Zhu Meng's Adam's apple bobbed, his eyes were desperately lowered, but the corners of his mouth couldn't help but turn up, as if he was expecting something: "But specifically, how do I do it? I've been studying for a long time, but I still can't learn it well. Can you teach me... please?"
Jiang Shan's mind went blank for a moment.
How did Zhu Meng manage to utter every single word that shocked her?
However, not only did he say something surprising, but his face was also abnormally red. He must have a fever, right?
She bent down slightly and reached out to touch Zhu Meng's forehead.
It's hot.
...As expected, it was fake.
For a fleeting second, she actually believed Zhu Meng's words; it turned out they were all lies and shouldn't be trusted.
Jiang Shan sighed softly and tried to pull his hand away.
"You have a fever."
The implication is that you have a fever and are not thinking clearly, so what you say should not be taken seriously.
Zhu Meng grasped her slightly cool fingertips with both hands.
His burning cheeks were gently rubbed against her fingertips, a gesture that carried a clear desire to be noticed, and indeed, an obvious, ingratiating intent.
"I have a fever...would you like to try it?"
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