Chapter 13: Jiang Shan hesitated for a moment, then succumbed to the temptation...
This question looks damn familiar.
It would be one thing if Meng posted it, but it's a bit strange that Zhao Yi also posted it.
Could it be that Meng and Zhao Yi are the same person? No way, Meng has muscles and is a man, there's no way Zhao Yi could develop visible pectoral muscles, and what about that?
Jiang Shan was startled, but his hand still instinctively tapped into the chat software and brought up the input box to reply.
Just as I was about to type the words, I froze.
Actually, she... doesn't have anything she likes.
From childhood to adulthood, whenever she had something she liked, such as a game or a bag or accessory, her parents would tell her that "playing with things will ruin your life," force her to uninstall it, and restrict her from buying it.
They only allowed her to like textbooks and homework.
Even what food appears on the table is entirely up to them.
She once complained quietly that the bitter melon at lunch was too bitter and she couldn't eat it. That afternoon, her parents went to the market and bought a bag of bitter melons, and made a bitter melon feast for three days in a row.
“If you’re a picky eater, others will pick on you. But if you cook, whatever you make, Mom and Dad will eat it.” That’s what they said.
Jiang Shan doesn't remember how she got through it. She only knows that after that, when she went out to eat or when her parents asked her what she wanted to eat before going out to buy groceries, she never dared to order again.
It's so frustrating to like something but not be able to choose it.
What she found even more unbearable was that her courageous expression of affection became a tool for others to manipulate her.
After a while, she no longer dared to have any preferences.
She prefers tangible benefits that directly help her rather than "gifts" that might be exploited by others at any time.
She can buy the bags, pendants, and skincare products she wants through her own efforts.
But when she was sick and in pain, apart from money to pay for medical expenses, nothing else she had was of any use.
After much thought, Jiang Shan sighed softly.
Sigh, she needs a housekeeping robot.
She's fair-skinned, beautiful, has a big butt, well-developed pectoral muscles, and works tirelessly, sweeping and mopping the floor, washing dishes and cooking. Most importantly, she's the kind of person who will take care of her whenever she's feeling unwell.
But such beautiful creatures can only appear in dreams, right?
After all, she was just a lowly office worker in S City who couldn't even afford a car. What man would be so willing to throw himself at her like that?
She longed for it, but didn't covet it.
"Excuse me, Sister Zhao, I don't really have any particular interests. Are you asking me about this because the company is going to assign me some work?"
Jiang Shan replied in a businesslike manner, only to realize something was wrong.
Isn't she on vacation? Theoretically, she shouldn't need to handle any work during these five days.
She even replied to her boss's messages immediately during her vacation; she's truly a chosen one.
Zhao Yi's answer left Jiang Shan completely baffled: "Okay, I understand."
But the message she sent the next second felt familiar to Jiang Shan: "The project I mentioned to you last time, if you have time during your vacation, you can follow up on it again. We can discuss it in detail when you come back after your vacation."
Oh, as expected, people don't visit unless they need something. Zhao Yi won't contact her unless it's work-related.
With his doubts finally resolved, Jiang Shan felt a weight lifted from his shoulders. He hastily replied with "Okay, received," then swiped his finger in the bottom right corner to exit the chat interface and return to the little green book he had just been looking at.
I just happened to be reading Meng's help post.
meng replied to her message: "Thank you O(∩_∩)O"
A smile unconsciously crept onto her lips. By the time Jiang Shan realized what was happening, her finger had already automatically tapped Meng's profile picture, opened the video Meng had posted earlier, and was playing it on a loop.
Jiang Shan finally met the big, white pectoral muscles he had been longing for again. Although he could only look at them and not touch them, he still smiled knowingly.
A philanderer.
Indeed, women need this to have the energy to live their lives.
The video automatically plays to the next video, focusing on Meng's upper body in a black bodysuit. His large hands hold two silver knitting needles, and his slender fingers pluck the thread back and forth, as elegant as a master from ancient times, playing the guzheng with lowered eyes and nimble fingers.
Sigh, I really want to wear the sweater that Meng knitted by hand.
Winter is coming soon, and this was knitted with care; it should be very warm.
Jiang Shan lingered on the screen twice with his fingers.
When I bought the phone, the salesperson said it was a touchscreen, but I haven't been able to touch it.
That's really unfair.
It is such a wonderful thing for a man to have qualities like a girl.
After a long period of inactivity, the phone screen automatically went black, reflecting a pale, even somewhat sallow, appearance due to lack of blood flow.
It had been a long time since Jiang Shan had had time to take a good look at himself. Staring at the unfamiliar yet familiar face on the screen, he subconsciously leaned forward.
Oh, when did she get a few pimples on her chin?
It seems that acne on the chin is a sign of cold uterus, but given her state of being half-dead every time she has her period, does she really need a few pimples to prove it?
Jiang Shan pursed his lips and then turned on the screen again.
meng's video list lay before me.
The cover backgrounds range from a bedroom piled high with cushions to a spacious living room covered with plush carpets, and a fully equipped kitchen with a starry sky ceiling. The color scheme is black, white, and gray, which is very understated, but all of them reveal the homeowner's extraordinary wealth.
Someone who can afford such a large house in S City must have considerable wealth.
A bitter smile involuntarily appeared on Jiang Shan's lips. He bit his dry, chapped lips, got up, took the thermos, mixed some cold water with it, made himself a cup of warm water, and sipped it slowly.
How come she never noticed before that Meng's shooting background was so luxurious?
Although she knew perfectly well that her family background and appearance were definitely not a good match for a rich, gentle, and muscular man like Meng, the burden of reality was making it hard for her to breathe.
Slowly closing her eyes, the man in the light gray apron appeared before her.
As I leaned back on the soft sofa, the soreness and numbness from looking down at my phone for so long surfaced.
If only someone could massage her.
Although fantasies are always beautiful while reality is always harsh, how else can she soothe her wounded heart if she doesn't rely on the warmth of fantasy to satisfy herself?
As the familiar content played over and over again, a sense of security returned, and the bitter sea in Jiang Shan's heart calmed down.
I fell asleep without realizing it.
In my dream, a man wearing only an apron stood in front of the stove, skillfully stirring the scrambled eggs with tomatoes in the pan.
His strong arms were on full display, a feast for the eyes, but unfortunately his well-trained chest and abdominal muscles were hidden by the gray apron, with only the finely crafted apron showing the muscle texture in rows.
One second Jiang Shan was thinking that it might be impolite to touch it directly, but the next second his hand had its own ideas and boldly headed for his abs.
The man did not resist; in fact, he offered himself to her.
He felt a strange sense of pride, like a soldier undergoing a marshal's inspection of his training results.
Jiang Shan hesitated for a moment, but couldn't resist the temptation.
What does this feel like?
It wasn't as solid as I'd imagined; instead, it was soft like a pillow, but a bit cold.
That shouldn't be the case. These muscular men work out every day, so their blood and energy should be quite abundant. How come even their core areas, like their abdomens, are cold?
Jiang Shan was feeling strange when he looked up unintentionally, and his soul was instantly sent flying to the heavens.
Wait a minute? Why does this person have Zhu Meng's face?
Zhu Meng, that kind of domineering CEO, must be someone who never lifts a finger, is detached from worldly affairs, and only knows how to eat the ridiculously expensive and still not filling meals prepared by Michelin three-star chefs!
He couldn't possibly put on a gray apron and wrap himself around the range hood to cook four dishes and a soup for her!
Trembling with fear, Jiang Shan suddenly opened his eyes, only to be met with a blast of cold wind blowing in from the window.
She rubbed her eyes, checked her phone to see what time it was, and slipped on her slippers as she headed to the bedroom.
How did you accidentally fall asleep on the sofa?
Luckily I woke up in time. If I had caught a cold, I would have had to spend extra money on cold medicine.
The little green book shows "momo sent you a private message".
Who are all those "momo" characters on the little green book?
Jiang Shan clicked on it with a puzzled look and saw: "Please come over at nine o'clock tomorrow morning. The location is the location in the post. The salary will be paid in person and settled once a day."
Huh? She got "hired" by that blogger who hires people to walk dogs?
A good job that pays a thousand yuan a day, yet it fell into her lap, where she has to wait for the guaranteed minimum even when drawing cards?
Jiang Shan was so excited that he couldn't sleep anymore. He tossed and turned in bed, but still couldn't fall asleep. Finally, he got up at eight o'clock, brushed his teeth and washed his face, and with dark circles under his eyes, he used navigation to go to the location in the post.
The roads are getting wider and wider, but there are fewer and fewer people.
As the navigation announced, "Near the destination, navigation ended," Jiang Shan looked up, completely dumbfounded.
Why is it such a large estate? Is this address correct?
"You must be Miss Jiangshan from the little green book?" A kind-looking old man with gray hair walked towards us. "I am the housekeeper here. My surname is Qi. Just call me Housekeeper Qi. This way, please."
Jiang Shan nodded blankly and followed him inside.
Ha! There's even a butler... No wonder it's a grand manor.
Jiang Shan was startled again the moment he saw Alaska.
Although she had learned online that Alaskan Malamutes are large dogs, she was still surprised when she actually saw a dog that was almost as tall as her waist. How could this dog be so big?
"This is the Alaskan Malamute you're going to walk. Its name is Fatty. Your task is to take it for a walk around the estate for one hour, and don't leave the estate."
Jiang Shan softly said "thank you".
This dog is shiny and healthy; it's clearly well-cared for.
No wonder it's a dog belonging to a wealthy family.
Fatty seemed very excited to see a stranger, circling around Jiang Shan. However, there was a big man standing to its left and another big man to its right, which puzzled Jiang Shan.
Who are these two...?
Butler Qi smiled and said, "It's alright, they are just bodyguards looking after Fatty, you don't need to worry about them."
Jiang Shan awkwardly uttered two "oh" sounds.
Even dogs have bodyguards?
Walking a dog is simply about cleaning up poop and playing with it. It's such a simple thing, can't a bodyguard who spends every day with the dog do it? Why spend thousands of dollars to hire a stranger to walk the dog?
Perhaps sensing Jiang Shan's doubts, Butler Qi smiled meaningfully: "Pang Pang isn't always this well-behaved."
Oh...does a puppy have two faces?
It is said that dogs resemble their owners, so does this dog's owner also act differently in front of others and behind their backs?
No, no, her task is just to walk the dog. There's no need for her to meet the dog owner who is away on a business trip. Why would she fantasize about someone she doesn't need to meet at all?
She's acting so strangely today.
France.
After the brief icebreaker meeting ended, Zhu Meng hooked his index and middle fingers together, signaling Gao Ming to bring over the tablet.
He skillfully entered the password, tightened his lips, and opened the manor's surveillance video.
Last night, there was a sudden thunderstorm and rain, which triggered his severe skin hunger. He had to change his flight and head home. He vigorously masturbated Fatty for more than three hours before boarding his flight to France, almost pulling Fatty bald.
Fatty shouldn't be blaming him, right? If he is, then just have the servant give him more dog food.
The moment the girl in the gray coat appeared on the surveillance footage, Zhu Meng thought he was seeing things.
He leaned forward unconsciously, squinting to make a careful observation.
That is the country.
He admits it's true.
Zhu Meng turned to look at Gao Ming: "How come Jiang Shan is here?"
Gao Ming looked embarrassed: "President Zhu, it's a long story. To put it simply, it's too coincidental."
Jiang Shan was unaware that there was another pair of eyes watching from behind the video. She was just holding Pangpang's hand and dutifully taking care of the poop scooper. After walking around the manor for a short while, she suddenly felt a bit of a stomachache.
Did she eat something wrong? But what she ate today was no different from what she ate before.
Did she catch a cold? She was wrapped up in a coat quite well.
Could it be something that happens monthly...?
Jiang Shan led Fatty to the tree, his back to the two dog bodyguards, and carefully took out his phone from his pocket. He glanced at the date and had a rough idea of what was going on.
Her period hasn't come this month; if you calculate the dates, it should have come last week.
However, she has suffered from blood deficiency for many years, and delayed menstruation has become the norm. Using ordinary health apps to calculate it is simply inaccurate, so she didn't pay much attention to it.
She only starts to worry when she experiences a dull ache in her lower abdomen like this.
Sigh, the monthly torment is here again.
During her three-month internship, she didn't dare take a single day off from her period, relying entirely on hand warmers, a coat, a hot water bottle, and painkillers to get through it.
Because she had increased the dosage on her own several times before, she felt something was wrong before her period started this time.
It feels like there are tens of thousands of tiny needles piercing deep into the skin and flesh in my lower abdomen.
The cramps were so intense that they seemed to be moving into her intestines, giving her the illusion of having an upset stomach.
Are they already using painkillers before they even arrive?
...This is really bad.
Jiang Shan's complexion was probably too bad, because when he led Fatty back to his den and handed him over to Steward Qi, Steward Qi's brows were furrowed quite deeply.
"What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"
Jiang Shan gently bit the soft flesh inside his mouth, forcing himself to perk up.
She cannot show weakness.
She is capable of doing this job.
"It's nothing," Jiang Shan gently wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, smiled with his pale lips, "It's just that the sun is strong outside, and I'm sweating a bit."
"Sit for a while before you leave."
Will she be able to move around after sitting for a while?
Jiang Shan waved his hand repeatedly in refusal.
"Thank you, but no need, I can go."
Afraid of fainting again at the subway station, and feeling dizzy after walking just a few steps, Jiang Shan didn't dare to skimp on money this time. He generously used the thousand yuan he had just earned to take a taxi back to his rented room.
It's only three or four hundred meters, just two traffic lights away, but they wanted five yuan from her.
"Young lady, are you carsick?" The driver frowned, his brows furrowing so deeply they could trap a mosquito. "There are plastic bags in the back; you can take them if you need them. If you vomit on the bus, you'll have to pay two hundred."
Jiang Shan originally wanted to say that she wouldn't get carsick on such a short distance, but for some reason, she did feel a little dizzy.
Not having the energy to explain the situation to the driver, Jiang Shan could only nod and whisper "thank you."
Fortunately, she didn't eat anything hard to digest for breakfast, and the walk she took while walking the dog earlier helped with digestion.
They successfully made it through the entire process.
Jiang Shan used the platform's password-free payment method to get off the bus, hunched over. When the wind blew in her face, she realized that what she had just experienced wasn't motion sickness, but rather a stomachache that made her feel nauseous.
It's probably a sign that menstruation is about to start.
But this time, why does it hurt so much even before it's time?
Is it because you know she doesn't have to go to work this time, so you want to settle all the accounts from the previous three months with her?
With trembling hands, Jiang Shan fumbled for his keys in his bag, opened the door, and used all his strength to take off his shoes. He then bent over deeply and turned on the heating function of the bedroom air conditioner.
It's a sunny September day, but it feels as cold as standing in the freezing wind of winter.
With a thud, Jiang Shan slammed himself onto the hard bed. In his conscious state, with pain radiating from his entire back, he mechanically reached for the blanket and slowly wrapped himself up like a cocoon.
I felt chills all over my body, especially in my stomach.
But she didn't even have the strength to fill a hot water bottle.
Jiang Shan closed his eyes and drifted off into a daze, not knowing how much time had passed, before being awakened by a faint, persistent hunger in his stomach.
She struggled to her feet, filled a hot water bottle, and turned on her phone to check how long she had been unconscious. She casually ordered takeout, only to find that someone had tagged her in the work group chat.
Jiang Shan's heart skipped a beat.
...Why do I have such a bad feeling?
As soon as she clicked on it, she saw a message: "@Gao Ming, I want to expose @Jiang Shan!"
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