Chapter 49 "Man, you're provoking..."
Located in the subtropics, G city has had very few winters with snow for hundreds of years, making it a city with a long summer and no winter.
In the late September weather, in a cramped room, two adults huddled together on the sofa, vying to radiate heat.
Warm breath sprayed onto the back of his neck, and Jiang Shan was momentarily lost in passion.
Giving Zhu Meng a formal title wouldn't make much difference.
Anyway, she has the power to decide. If she doesn't like it, she can stop it at any time. All Zhu Meng can have is a title.
Give it to him.
In ancient times, emperors would reward officials who performed well.
"Alright then." Jiang Shan suddenly turned his face, wanting to look at Zhu Meng's face and say something.
Before Zhu Meng could react, his lips were still brushing against her earlobe, and accidentally slipped onto her cheek, warm and soft.
It was Jiang Shan who was being taken advantage of, but it was Zhu Meng who blushed.
"...Sorry, I didn't mean to." He really didn't mean to take advantage of her; he just accidentally brushed against her.
His face turned red to the roots of his neck.
"What's wrong with that? We're already dating, so what's wrong with a kiss?" Jiang Shan reached out and pinched Zhu Meng's bright red earlobe, his slightly cool fingertips retracting slightly.
Hey, why are his earlobes so hot? They're quite smooth, like a piece of hot jade.
It was just a lip brush against her cheek, why is Zhu's face so red?
He's really high on offense and low on defense, oh no, low on offense and low on defense.
This seemingly cold and aloof older man is surprisingly passive both in and out of bed when it comes to intimate matters of the heart.
Jiang Shan gently tugged at Zhu Meng's earlobe.
"Afraid that I won't agree to your request earlier and you'll hold it against me? No way, you're my Mengmeng after all."
Hidden thoughts took root and sprouted, and unique physiological reactions quietly began to emerge. Zhu Meng hadn't forgotten that when he completely collapsed, Jiang Shan raised an eyebrow with a slightly disappointed expression, and alarm bells immediately went off in his mind.
Although he's not usually that fast.
That time, I must have been holding back for too long, and I accidentally reached the breaking point.
However, it's best not to do it again anytime soon.
Even if he can endure it, the country can't.
She's just worked so hard; it would be exhausting to do it again.
I can't maintain this position any longer.
If we keep sitting like this, it's going to catch fire again.
Zhu Meng instinctively wanted to push Jiang Shan off her lap, but then felt it would be impolite to do it directly. So she said, "I should go cook," before gently pushing Jiang Shan's waist with the back of her hand.
"Um?"
Jiang Shan's hand, which had been pinching Zhu Meng's earlobe, moved to the corner of his lips, teasing his lips that were now moistened and burning with a low heat.
"You still have the energy to cook?"
"I rested for a while and have the energy back." Zhu Meng spoke a mix of truth and lies, but he wasn't so embarrassed that he wanted to disappear into the ground after saying just one sentence. He managed to add, with some effort, "Eating takeout isn't healthy."
Jiang Shan sat down sideways and put her arms around his waist.
Strong and powerful, like the legendary male dog waist.
But surprisingly, it's quite detailed.
Tsk tsk tsk, this guy has very strong shoulders and arms, but a very thin waist. He really lives up to the phrase "ape arms and wasp waist".
She groped around and poked him in the back of his waist.
While she was cooking, she touched this spot intentionally or unintentionally. Every time she touched it, Zhu Meng would tremble and melt into water.
“You can have someone come to your home to cook. They don’t need to be a Michelin three-star chef. As long as they can cook three dishes and a soup, that’s fine.”
Zhu Meng had considered this solution.
But he vetoed it.
After enduring the soreness in his lower back and finally being able to speak normally again, his tone was unusually firm, and every word he uttered was like an arrow stuck in a target: "I don't want you to eat food cooked by other people, neither women nor men."
"Wow, so domineering, huh?"
Jiang Shan has a bit of social anxiety and isn't usually a person who likes to joke around, but seeing Zhu Meng's serious face, he suddenly wanted to say something to tease him.
"What if I get tired of Mr. Zhu's cooking and want to eat something else?"
Zhu Meng's heart suddenly tightened.
Does Jiangshan mean simply cooking, or making sandwiches?
She was young and energetic, ten years younger than him who was already in his early thirties. In this internet age, everything is updated and replaced very quickly, and even a difference of three or four years can create a generation gap in communication.
Will there come a day when Jiang Shan gets tired of his sensitive and troublesome old man and wants to find a more open-minded young man?
He really doesn't have an advantage in terms of age.
But when it comes to loving his country, he doesn't think he has any rivals.
Zhu Meng remained silent for more than ten seconds, then her eyes suddenly reddened.
"I can learn to cook any dish you want to eat."
Whatever pose you want to strike, I can learn it too.
I just ask that you don't think I'm stupid and that you don't bother me.
Jiang Shan was startled by his suddenly reddened eyes.
"Okay, it was just a joke." She quickly stopped him, cutting her losses in time, and patted Zhu Meng's shoulder reassuringly. "Go cook, okay? I'll wait for you in the living room."
Zhu Meng sniffled before heading to the kitchen.
Smelling the familiar aroma of food, Jiang Shan thought that he didn't have to go to work today, and Zhu Meng happened to have time to make lunch. He opened his phone and sent a message to Jiang Hai's Da Genius children's watch, telling her to come back from school at noon and there would be something delicious to eat.
It wasn't that she wanted to show off her lunch skills to Jiang Hai; it was mainly because Jiang Hai was still growing and it wasn't good for him to keep eating unhealthy takeout.
"Ding-dong, ding-dong." Around 11:20, the doorbell rang.
Zhu Menggang brought out a pot of yam and pork rib soup using heat-resistant gloves. His ears twitched, and he took off the gloves to open the door: "I'll go open the door."
Jiang Shan exclaimed "Hey!" and stood up abruptly from the sofa: "I'll drive. You should rest for a bit, Mengmeng."
She glanced at Zhu Meng's slender waist, accentuated by the apron, a knowing smile playing on her lips.
Zhu Meng pursed her lips, not responding immediately.
Actually, he wasn't in too much pain, after all, he was strong and healthy and had a lot of patience.
The two matches just now, although quite exhausting, were still within his tolerance. However, Jiang Shan didn't seem to like seeing him so lively and energetic.
Well... then he'll just have to take a rest.
"Okay, thank you for your help."
"Sister, what takeout did you order today? It smells so good!" Jiang Hai shouted at the top of his lungs as soon as he entered the door, before he had even taken off his shoes.
"Today it's not takeout, it's you..." Jiang Shan was smiling and about to introduce Zhu Meng to Jiang Hai, but he stopped halfway through the introduction.
This morning Jiang Hai was still calling Zhu Meng "Uncle," even though Zhu Meng is indeed old enough to be her uncle. But when it comes to titles, people usually address him as younger; calling him "brother" would feel a little insincere...
Zhu Meng's heart jumped into his throat.
Jiang Shan said he would give him a formal title.
She said it.
Jiang Shan hesitated for two seconds, but decided to let Jiang Hai call him "brother" first.
This might sound a bit formal, but it's at least better than Jiang Hai calling him "uncle" this morning, right? At least it's a step down in terms of seniority: "You made this for Brother Zhu Meng."
Zhu Meng's heart was hanging in the air, like a bird whose wings had been broken by an unknown external force, plummeting into the depths of a dark canyon.
Sure enough, he was too impatient.
Jiang Hai made two "oh oh" sounds, changed into pink bunny slippers, and walked towards the dining table with a clattering sound.
"Wow! Is it this lavish?"
She had been eating takeout for several days and knew exactly when Jiang Shan would order pizza and when he would order rice noodle rolls. This was the first time she had ever seen a home-style meal of three dishes and a soup served steaming hot without a takeout box.
Jiang Hai looked up and gave Zhu Meng a sweet smile: "Thank you, brother-in-law!"
Upon hearing her words, Jiang Shan's heart skipped a beat.
"Brother-in-law"?
Is this title a bit too abrupt for Zhu Meng?
After all, they just started dating, so calling each other so intimately all of a sudden seems a bit inappropriate, doesn't it?
Jiang Shan cautiously turned his head and saw that Zhu Meng, who always kept his emotions hidden, had a mouth that turned up at the corner, like a weight on a scale in the market.
"Yes, you're welcome."
Zhu Mengchong nodded to Jiang Hai, then looked up at Jiang Shan, his eyes like the horizontal waves of water and the peaks of mountains, full of tenderness and affection: "I'm glad your sister likes it."
As Jiang Hai listened, she felt that the voice sounded familiar. She raised her small head again and stared at Zhu Meng's face, which was even more radiant than in the morning. "Oh?" she said.
"Hey, aren't you the one who was sitting on the ground in front of our house this morning... Ugh! Ugh!"
Jiang Shan sensed something was wrong after listening for a while and quickly covered Jiang Hai's mouth.
"Shh, shh, stop talking."
Zhu Meng has an incredibly strong sense of self-esteem; it's best not to bring up his dark past unless absolutely necessary.
Jiang Hai's mouth was covered by a physical object, rendering him unable to speak.
She could only nod and say, "Mmm!"
The two women were less than half a meter away from Zhu Meng. Zhu Meng listened intently, clearly hearing Jiang Shan's deliberately lowered voice. His cheeks flushed slightly, and he coughed lightly, showing "magnanimity."
"Well, there's nothing I can't say. I was indeed the one who came to see your sister this morning."
Seeing that Zhu Meng was accepting the situation well, Jiang Shan let Jiang Hai speak. She was about to whisper to Jiang Hai that the more he said, the more mistakes he would make, and he should say less, but before she could, Jiang Hai got into trouble the next second.
She blinked her big, bright eyes, looking very innocent.
"Brother-in-law, why are you wearing my sister's nightgown?"
Jiang Shan's face flushed red instantly, and Zhu Meng's lips pressed into a straight line. The two looked at each other, and finally Jiang Shan coughed.
“He had no other clothes, so my sister gave them to him.”
Jiang Hai still looked puzzled.
"But didn't you tell me, sister, that boys should wear clothes and pants, not skirts?"
country:"……"
How did the boomerang that was directed at Jianghai Early Education end up hitting us instead?
it hurts.
Zhu Meng, the person being questioned, blushed deeply and wished she could disappear into the ground.
Jiang Shan thought about it for a while, then bent his index finger and tapped Jiang Hai's forehead, forcing him to shut down.
"Shut up and eat your food!"
"...Waaah, okay."
Jiang Hai was not happy after being flicked on the forehead, but she didn't forget the lesson. After eating two bites of cola chicken wings, she cheerfully started talking about the funny things that happened at school that morning.
After lunch, Jiang Hai took a one-hour nap at home before Gao Ming took him to school.
Before leaving, she held Jiang Shan's hand reluctantly, but looked into Zhu Meng's eyes and said, "Brother-in-law, I want to eat sweet and sour pork ribs tonight! Is that okay?"
Zhu Meng glanced at Jiang Shan, and seeing her nod, he nodded as well.
“Okay,” he said softly.
"Yay!" The little girl skipped and hopped out the door.
As soon as the little light bulb went outside, a romantic atmosphere immediately filled the narrow house.
Zhu Meng carefully washed all the dishes and chopsticks, scrubbing his hands until they turned white with hand sanitizer before cautiously taking out the sweater he had knitted for Jiang Shan.
Gray background with blue jacquard pattern.
Will Jiang Shan like it?
"……country."
He clutched the sweater that he had personally tailored for Jiang Shan and slowly moved to Jiang Shan's side.
"Ouch!" Jiang Shan's hand trembled, and he quickly returned from the interface of the abs-muscled man dancing. "Why don't you make any noise when you walk? You scared me to death!"
Zhu Meng hesitated, but couldn't hold back her thoughts: "...I called you once when I was at the kitchen door, but you didn't respond, so I called you again when I got closer. Maybe you were too engrossed in looking at other men, so you didn't hear me."
He spoke with resentment, yet his face remained calm.
"Cough, cough!"
Jiang Shan, trying to hide his embarrassment, picked up his water glass to take a sip, but was choked by Zhu Meng's words, which made him gasp: "From now on, I will try to watch as little as possible, as little as possible."
"...If you like it, then look at it, just don't take it home."
Zhu Meng pursed his lips, and the words he uttered were surprisingly magnanimous to Jiang Shan. He shook the gray-blue sweater in his hand, like a resentful husband who had noticed his wife's absent-mindedness and, although unhappy, was still swallowing his anger and trying to please her.
"Try this sweater on and see if it fits."
"Okay, okay."
Jiang Shan felt a little uneasy, so even though he thought it was strange to wear a long-sleeved sweater in such hot weather, he did it anyway, putting his hand into the sleeve and putting it on.
The sweltering heat made Jiang Shan instinctively want to pull at her collar to loosen it, but the next second, a heavy sense of security enveloped her tightly. In the end, she didn't pull at her collar, but simply turned around in front of Zhu Meng.
"Does it look good? I think it fits me quite well."
Zhu Meng's Adam's apple bobbed: "It looks good, and it fits perfectly."
Jiang Shan thrust twice, which did give her a sense of security, but the sense of security was so strong that it almost made her take off the sweater that was suffocating her.
"Thank you. How did you know I was missing a sweater?"
Zhu Meng pursed her lips: "I'm glad you like it."
Jiang Shan ran his fingers over the sweater, feeling that the fabric felt nice and the price must be quite high. He subconsciously wanted to know what brand the sweater was and how many digits it cost.
But when she looked through it, she didn't see anything.
Strange, this sweater doesn't seem to have a tag.
"What are you looking for?"
"I'm looking for the label. Did you cut it off?"
"...There won't be any tags." Zhu Meng frowned, trying to hide the fleeting smugness in his eyes, but a trace of it still slipped out. "This sweater, I knitted it myself."
Jiang Shan was indeed shocked.
Zhu Meng can knit sweaters? I didn't know that!
Wow, you're so skillful!
"I'm glad you like it... What are your plans for this weekend?"
"If the company doesn't require overtime, there shouldn't be any, right?" Jiang Shan carefully straightened the sweater and hung it on the hanger inside the closet. "What's wrong?"
"My mother wants to meet you."
Jiang Shan's heart skipped a beat.
In the domineering CEO novels she had read, the mothers of these CEOs usually preferred marriages between people of similar social standing, arranging for their beloved sons to marry into various wealthy families.
They would visit the poor female protagonist, but only in one situation.
That is, her beloved son is getting more and more involved and can't extricate himself. She finds that no matter how she tries to persuade her son, she can't persuade him. So she starts looking for the innocent female lead to break up the couple.
As the classic saying goes, "I'll give you five million, leave my son."
Could Zhu Meng's mother be one of them?
She can't just be a naive girl who obediently goes to someone's door and gets scolded for nothing.
It's not that she doesn't care about the five million breakup fee; it's just that she's now living comfortably with the inheritance left by her parents and Jiang Hai.
There's no need to personally deliver yourself to someone's door and get humiliated.
She grabbed Zhu Meng's chin, forcing him to lower his head and look her in the eye.
"Tell me the truth, do you need a marriage alliance?"
Zhu Meng shook his head honestly.
"I don't need it."
Jiang Shan continued his "interrogation".
"Do you have a childhood sweetheart who you grew up with and are very close to?"
Zhu Meng shook his head again: "No."
Jiang Shan stared intently at him.
Do you have a white moonlight? A cinnabar mole?
Zhu Meng's calm face suddenly rippled like the rising tide.
"……have."
How could there not be? The land is it.
In the eyes of the world, the white moonlight and the cinnabar mole are things that cannot be obtained, which is why they are deeply engraved in the heart.
But he believed that people are free, and he would never have the day when he could completely possess the country. The country would always be his white moonlight and cinnabar mole.
"Then I won't see your mother."
Jiang Shan suddenly released his jaw.
Zhu Meng's pupils widened slightly: "Why?"
Jiang Shan shrugged, his tone carrying a hint of bitterness he himself was unaware of.
"I guess your white moonlight went back to China, and your dear mother realized that although your white moonlight has all sorts of flaws, she is still a better match for you than me. She wants to give me a breakup fee and break us up."
Zhu Meng: "???"
Jiang Shan is back in China? When did Jiang Shan leave the country? Wasn't Jiang Shan sitting right in front of him?
Moreover, he checked Jiang Shan's employment records and found no record of Jiang Shan studying or working abroad, or even traveling abroad.
When did you leave the country?
Jiang Shan grunted twice.
"It's not that I'm going abroad, nor that I'm returning to China, it's that I'm your white moonlight... or maybe I'm leaving the province, who knows, anyway I don't know."
Zhu Meng was completely bewildered by her talk of going abroad and going to other provinces.
He had a feeling that Jiang Shan had misunderstood something, so he earnestly argued with her: "If you didn't go abroad, then she didn't go abroad either, because she is you."
country:"……?"
"Why didn't you say so earlier!" The tension in her heart finally eased, and the breath she had been unconsciously holding was finally released. The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. Unable to contain her anger, she punched Zhu Meng's arm hard. "You made me misunderstand for so long!"
Zhu Meng's strong arms practically have a built-in shield and damage reflection effect.
Jiang Shan threw a punch, but Jiang Shan felt no pain or itch; instead, Jiang Shan's face contorted into a bitter grimace.
"...Does your hand hurt?"
Zhu Meng originally wanted to protect the country and punch her own hand, but then she felt that protecting the country might not be enough to vent her anger, so she let her punch her in the end.
A simple word of concern, in Jiang Shan's eyes, was a blatant provocation.
"It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt at all."
This wasn't the first time Zhu Meng had encountered this situation. Unlike the first time when he was flustered and at a loss, this time he deftly lowered his head.
"Don't be angry, it was my fault for not expressing myself clearly, I apologize."
country:"……"
How come I can't get angry at him at all?
Well, considering how quickly Zhu Meng slid to his knees and how sincere his apology was, I'll reluctantly forgive him.
"Then explain yourself clearly, why does your mother want to see me?"
“She just…likes being in a lively atmosphere, that feeling of the whole family getting together.” Zhu Meng carefully chose her words. “She said she wanted to invite you to dinner.”
Jiang Shan's eyes slowly curved into a smile, like a clever fox setting a trap, waiting for its prey to jump in.
"If I eat food cooked by a professional chef, will you be jealous?"
Zhu Meng: "..."
What's it like to throw a boomerang and it pierces your body within two seconds?
To be fair, he wasn't very happy.
But that was his mother's idea. Ms. Zhu is at the top of the food chain, and he doesn't dare to mess with her!
Zhu Meng took several deep breaths.
"I can manage on just one meal."
Jiang Shan burst into laughter.
"Is it that hard to accept? You've made me afraid to go out to eat at restaurants anymore. But you're so busy with work, and you always take time out to cook for me. Doesn't that interfere with your work? It's okay for me to go out for a meal once in a while. Just think of it as giving you a break."
Zhu Meng: "...Hmm."
He admitted that Jiang Shan was right, and that she was right, so he would do as she said.
Jiang Shan slapped his forehead: "Oh right, can I bring Jiang Hai with me? ...Although she's a bit of a third wheel, I'm worried about leaving her here alone."
Zhu Meng originally wanted to say, "You don't need to worry, I can send bodyguards to protect her 24 hours a day."
But considering that Jiang Shan had lost his mother and father, and that his grandparents, who might not even be alive yet, were the closest relatives to him, Jiang Hai, the little third wheel, he ultimately didn't say it.
"……Can."
This weekend coincides with National Day, a joyous holiday for the whole country. Ms. Zhu Qing was overjoyed to hear that her beloved daughter-in-law would be able to meet her.
"Why don't we just take the young lady back to our ancestral home? Your uncle doesn't have to go to school during the National Day holiday, so he can come back. Your grandparents must be lonely staying at the ancestral home. Let's all have a happy family reunion!"
Zhu Meng frowned.
“This is different from what we initially discussed, where it would be just the three of us eating together: Jiangshan, you, and me.”
“That’s true.” Zhu Qing paused in her cheerful conversation, then regained her usual indifferent demeanor. “Then you should ask the girl. If she doesn’t agree, then forget it.”
Zhu Meng covered the receiver and gently called to the person next to him.
"country."
That night, Jiang Hai was writing furiously in his room, while Jiang Shan and Zhu Meng sat together on the sofa. Jiang Shan rested his head on Zhu Meng's lap and comfortably played on his phone.
Wearing Bluetooth headphones, Zhu Meng was unable to hear his conversation with Ms. Zhu. Without any restraint, he raised an eyebrow and started spouting witty remarks.
"Mengmeng, we're so close, why are you still calling me by my full name?"
Zhu Meng blushed.
He replied curtly, "I feel that calling you by your full name is a sign of respect."
"Alright, alright, call me whatever you like." Jiang Shan was just joking, she waved her hand and moved on, "What did you want by calling me just now?"
“My mother said she wants to take you back to our ancestral home to meet my maternal grandparents and have the whole family get together.” Zhu Meng pursed her lips, subtly taking credit for her mother’s idea. “I feel this is different from what we discussed before, so I came to ask you.”
The thought of meeting Zhu Meng's entire family triggered Jiang Shan's social anxiety.
But thinking about it carefully, the fact that Zhu Meng's mother allowed her to meet Zhu Meng's maternal grandparents should be considered an acceptance of her status as a daughter-in-law.
Moreover, the Zhu family is large and prosperous, and their ancestral home in Beijing must be very beautiful. It would be perfect to take little Jiang Hai there to broaden his horizons.
Jiang Shan hesitated for two seconds: "Are your maternal grandparents easy to get along with?"
“They’re easy to get along with. If you don’t want to talk, I can handle it… Oh, and there’s also my uncle, but he can’t talk, so it’s okay.”
Based on Zhu Meng's use of the word "uncle," Jiang Shan's mind conjured up the image of a middle-aged man.
To be Zhu Meng's uncle at that age, one must be quite old.
But, "he can't speak"?
...Is he mute?
Jiang Shan was incredibly curious, as if a cat was scratching at him: "Okay, then that's fine."
The National Day holiday came quickly. On the evening of September 30th, everyone was carrying suitcases and bags, walking briskly through the streets and alleys with their heads down.
Jiang Shan originally planned to pack his luggage and take it with him.
Zhu Meng then said, "The old house has a full range of daily necessities. If you need anything, you can ask the housekeeper to buy it."
Jiang Shan nodded. When the conversation turned to housing, she suddenly remembered that she was renting a small apartment in S City.
"Oh, by the way, is it possible to pass through S City on the way back? I need to pack up my things in my rented apartment. My rent seems to be due soon, so I might as well not renew it."
Zhu Meng coughed softly.
"That place is no longer available for rent."
Jiang Shan looked puzzled: "Huh? The landlord didn't tell me?"
“…It’s the new landlord’s fault.” Zhu Meng chuckled. “I bought the place, but I forgot to tell you.”
Jiang Shan was speechless for a moment.
All I can do is make a thumbs-up gesture.
"Being rich means being arrogant."
"You can go back anytime you want. If you want to pack up your things and take them with you, I can have a professional organizer come to your home, organize your belongings, and ship them to G City by air."
Jiang Shan hesitated for two seconds, then made a pleasant decision.
"Then let the organizer sort it out and bring it over, so I don't have to go there again."
Airport.
"Hey, Jiangshan! What a coincidence!"
When Jiang Shan turned around, she saw her aunt and uncle, and her cousin Chen Feng, who had shaved his head and was following behind them in a dejected manner.
Oh, so Chen Feng's family still have the nerve to call her that when they see her?
"Excuse me, do we know each other?"
Jiang Shan glanced at them indifferently.
It's a waste of your eyes to even glance at them.
Jiang Hai thought that Jiang Shan hadn't been back to G City for a long time and really didn't recognize her relatives. She tugged at Jiang Shan with her chubby little hand and introduced her in a low voice.
"Sister, this is my aunt, this is my uncle, and this is my cousin."
country:"……"
Being too honest isn't necessarily a good thing for a young girl.
“You’ve mistaken them for someone else. They’re not our relatives, and they don’t deserve to be.”
Jiang Shan was too lazy to waste any more words with this family, so he took Jiang Hai, who was about to say something, and turned to leave.
Every extra word I say to them is a waste of my energy.
It saves time and effort by not saying a word.
After passing through security, Jiang Shan and Zhu Meng waited in the VIP lounge. Zhu Meng picked up a disposable teacup, took a sip of the perfectly warm black tea, and said thoughtfully, "The time Chen Feng spent in jail seems too short?"
Jiang Shan could, of course, understand the hidden meaning in his words.
"In a society governed by the rule of law, we follow the procedures."
She smiled and didn't continue with this somewhat taboo topic: "I thought we'd be going back on your private jet."
Zhu Meng blinked.
"...I'm sorry, I'm afraid it won't work this time. I forgot to apply for the flight route in advance. How about next time?"
Jiang Shan mentioned it casually.
"It's okay, first class is fine too. This is my first time flying first class."
First-class passengers usually board earlier, which is convenient, but it also means that they have to wait longer for other passengers than regular passengers.
Jiang Shan sat in a seat much more spacious than in economy class, casually browsing Little Green Book, when he suddenly noticed that "meng" had been updated in "Your Following".
Hmm? First of all, didn't Meng change its name?
Secondly, didn't he say that he had found true love, would live a clean life from now on, would no longer post photos, and would quit the internet?
A fickle man.
But the good news is that she'll get to feast her eyes.
Jiang Shan frowned slightly and clicked in, only to find that Meng had updated a photo instead of a video.
A broad, kind hand is holding a pale hand.
The background is... an airplane seat armrest?
Moreover, on this pale hand, down from the base of the thumb, there is a small black mole... exactly in the same position as the mole on the back of her hand. Is there such a coincidence in the world?
Jiang Shan turned her head and saw that Zhu Meng had somehow taken her hand. Her hand was on top, and Zhu Meng's hand was on the bottom, resting quietly on the armrest of the seat. Zhu Meng himself was taking pictures of their clasped hands like a lovesick fool.
If you pronounce "meng" with the second tone, it's the "meng" in "祝蒙".
Oh dear, she should have thought of that sooner!
"Mengmeng, so you're Meng?"
Jiangshan's phone was currently displaying the same animated GIF that Meng had posted, with the exact same pose and background as their current hand-holding posture.
Looking up, it shows "Followed".
Zhu Mingmian is visibly ripe.
When did Jiang Shan start paying attention to him?
It should be today, right?
Thankfully, he deleted those photos and videos before, otherwise he would have been in deep trouble.
“...It’s me.” Zhu Meng asked cautiously, “Do you mind? If you do, I can delete this photo, or I can blur your face.”
Jiang Shan's eyes darted around.
"I don't mind, but there's something I want to ask you."
Zhu Meng nodded: "Go ahead and ask."
Jiang Shan braced himself on the armrest of the seat between the two of them, and in a flash, he closed the distance between them. By sheer coincidence, his breath landed on Zhu Meng's cheeks and neck.
"Why did you post pictures of your abs on social media before? Don't you know that as a man, it's very unrespecting of you to post pictures of your abs for everyone to see?"
The pillar in Zhu Meng's heart collapsed with a crash.
Good heavens, he originally just wanted to record his fitness progress and share his cooking routine on Little Green Book.
He had already deleted all those things when he was preparing to pursue the throne.
What I fear most is the day when the regime will question me.
Who knew that what you fear most would happen to come to pass?
Say something! But what can you say? At least say that this wasn't his intention, right?
"I……"
Zhu Meng stammered, his words somewhat incoherent.
"I'm sorry, I just wanted to share myself on the platform. When I realized I liked you, I deleted everything. I won't post it again... I'll never do it again. Can you forgive me?"
Jiang Shan grunted in response.
"Then let me ask you one more question."
Zhu Meng nodded repeatedly.
He wasn't afraid of Jiangshan asking him questions; he was afraid that Jiangshan would remain silent and refuse to forgive him no matter what.
"Have you deleted your previous photos and videos? If not, send me a copy. If you have..."
Zhu Meng didn't hear the next sentence for a while, so he asked cautiously.
"Delete it? What?"
Jiang Shan chuckled.
"Then let's shoot something more interesting."
Zhu Meng's cheeks, which had just cooled down a little, started burning again.
“I’ll keep it, but you can film a new one if you want.”
The plane crossed most of China's territory, from the southern tip of the mainland to the northern tip. As soon as I got off the plane, I was greeted by a cool autumn breeze.
Jiang Shan instinctively shuddered, and in less than a second, a cloak appeared on his shoulders.
If you're still cold, you can hold my hand.
Zhu Meng stared intently at Jiang Shan, and said in a serious tone, "My hands are quite warm, and I don't mind warming yours."
"Just because I don't feel cold doesn't mean I can't hold your hand."
Jiang Shan smiled and, without waiting for Zhu Meng's reply, took his hand and said, "Let's go, Mengmeng."
Zhu Meng immediately started playing "Today You're Marrying Me" in her head.
"Hand in hand, let's walk together..."
He was still in a daze until he arrived at the old house and saw Ms. Zhu.
Jiang Shan walked beside Zhu Meng, greeting the elders in the house and tugging at Jiang Hai's hand as he spoke.
Jiang Hai followed closely behind Jiang Shan. She understood and hurriedly followed Jiang Shan's instructions, smiling politely and greeting the two elderly people in a clear voice, "Grandma, Grandpa, hello!" She then turned to greet Ms. Zhu as "Sister, hello!"
Suddenly, she heard a familiar voice.
"Jianghai".
Hmm? Jiang Shan is the only one here who knows her name, but why does this voice sound like a blessing to her?
Did you hear that right?
Jiang Hai maintained his smile until his arm was pulled by a familiar hand: "Jiang Hai."
"Huh?" Apart from Zhu Meng, all the adults in the room were shocked.
country:"?"
What's going on? Zhu Meng's mute uncle was wondering why she hadn't seen such a big person when she came in. It turned out that her uncle was too short and hadn't looked down.
Moreover, his uncle was actually Jiang Hai's handsome male classmate, who was so quiet he could barely utter a word.
She said that Jiang Hai's male classmate's surname was Zhu, which seemed a bit strange. Oh, that's what was strange about it!
Several pairs of eyes turned to him, and even Jiang Hai from She Niu felt a little embarrassed.
"Okay, Zhuzhu, let me go now."
May your pale fingers tighten.
"If I let you go, you'll leave again."
country:"?"
What the heck? This little boy looks so pretty, like a porcelain doll, but the things he says sound so sinister.
Jiang Hai's arms swayed up and down like waves.
"You're hurting me! If you don't let go, I'll hit you!"
He smiled and even took a step forward.
"Go ahead and hit me."
country:"???"
Is this right? This can't be right!
"Alright, alright, stop fooling around, Xiaoyuan, let go of them." Zhuyuan heard Grandma Zhu's voice, but did not comply.
Grandma Zhu sighed softly, and with a composed expression, she called for the bodyguards to separate the two children.
The atmosphere returned to normal. Ms. Zhu gently took Jiang Shan's hand and carefully examined his slightly pale face with the affection typical of an elder.
"What a beautiful young lady, but she's a bit weak and needs to eat more nourishing foods."
Jiang Shan knew that Zhu Qing meant no harm, but she had never faced such pure, selfless concern from an elder before. For a moment, she didn't know how to respond and could only stand there and force a dry laugh.
Zhu Meng tugged at Ms. Zhu's hand.
"Please don't touch her, she's embarrassed."
Zhu Qing raised an eyebrow with a "Hey!": "You little rascal, you just won't let anyone else touch your wife, huh?"
Zhu Meng: "...Anyway, please let her go first."
He and Jiang Shan are only dating, nothing is going on yet. What if Ms. Zhu is so outgoing and scares Jiang Shan away?
"Okay, okay, I'll let her go."
Zhu Qing pulled out a bulging red envelope from somewhere: "Xiaoshan, Auntie means no harm to you. This is a red envelope for you. It doesn't mean anything by it. I just wish you a smooth life and happiness in everything you do."
Jiang Shan was flattered and overwhelmed by the honor.
She carefully took the red envelope and found that it looked thick and felt even thicker. There was at least a five-figure sum inside, more than her monthly salary.
They're really generous.
"Thank you, Aunt Zhu."
Despite his surprise, Jiang Shan maintained basic politeness and thanked him respectfully.
Ignoring Zhu Meng's earlier words, "Let go of her hand," Zhu Qing took Jiang Shan's left hand in one hand and Zhu Meng's right hand in the other, pressing their palms tightly together.
You're welcome. I wish you a long and happy life together.
Jiang Shan's blood and qi were insufficient, and his cheeks were slightly flushed, while Zhu Meng looked completely ripe.
After having dinner with the Zhu family, Jiang Shan took a special sightseeing bus and, guided by the butler, took Jiang Hai for a tour around the manor. When they got tired, she and Zhu Meng went back to Zhu Meng's room, and casually put Jiang Hai in the next room.
The manor's fountains spray water, each movement accompanied by elegant and melodious music that can be faintly heard in the rooms.
After washing up, Jiang Shan collapsed onto the big bed and lazily stretched.
"Your family is so kind."
Zhu Meng had just finished showering and was drying her noticeably damp, jet-black hair with a white towel: "I'm glad you like them."
Jiang Shan snorted and closed his eyes to sleep, but suddenly felt a darkness on his eyelids, as if the light was blocked. When he opened his eyes again, he saw Zhu Meng leaning close to the bedside with an expectant look on his face.
"What? Aren't you asleep yet? Why are you staring at me like that?"
Zhu Meng coughed lightly.
“That big Jinjiang (a type of online document processing service), I had the organizer deliver it... it’s in the cabinet.”
It's not an implication, it's an explicit statement.
Jiang Shan curled the corners of his mouth into a slight smile.
"Man, you're asking for trouble."
Zhu Meng was wearing a silver-gray silk bathrobe, with the belt loosely tied around his waist, as if he were doing something to make it easier for himself. He knelt on one knee at the head of the bed and performed an elegant curtsy.
"Then, would you mind doing me the trouble, Miss?"
The land remains silent.
She reached out and grabbed the tie that Zhu Meng had dropped to her side, then kissed his soft lips.
"Ta-da!"
The clock struck midnight, and it was a new day.
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The author says: Water is like the horizontal sweep of eyes, mountains are like the gathering of brows. — Wang Guan, Northern Song Dynasty, "To the Tune of Bu Suanzi: Sending Bao Haoran to Eastern Zhejiang"
The synopsis for the next book, "Sweet Girl Attacks the Filthy Domineering CEO GB," is out! Those interested can check it out! [droopy-eared bunny head]
Ling Xiao was old and lame, and thought he would be alone for the rest of his life. But then a beautiful college student named Tian Tian suddenly appeared and said, "I like the way you look with your cane. Let's be together!"
Tian Tian was very persuasive and coaxing, and he obediently complied until he was paralyzed in bed and lost everything, only then did he realize that Tian Tian had been lying to him.
Love tinged with hatred lasts longer. When they met again, Tian Tian embraced him on both sides and sweetly called him "Uncle": "Do we know each other?" He was so angry that his legs cramped.
He really intended to entangle himself with her for the rest of his life.
Ah, finally the main story is finished! There are two side stories: one is a pink Lolita section featuring Zhu Meng (who knows? I even bought a Lolita dress specifically for writing this... [sunglasses]), and the other is a beastman world. The setting is that Zhu Meng is a rabbit beastman, and Jiang Shan is a human. It sounds really interesting [droopy-eared rabbit head]. I think there won't be any more side stories. Thank you all for your company along the way. Life is full of partings and reunions. I look forward to seeing you all again! [laughing]
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