Chapter 27 How could any man accept being stabbed...?
How could something like this end up in Jiang Shan's room?
I am completely baffled.
Is it because Jiangshan doesn't want a boyfriend, but still has worldly desires, and keeps some in the room to alleviate human emotions?
Zhu Meng picked up his good brother, trembling.
...The feel...is quite realistic.
The advantage is its realism, but the disadvantage is also its realism; the feel of this thing is so realistic that it makes his stomach feel a little uncomfortable.
Having lived abroad for a period of time in a more open and welcoming society, Zhu Meng, with her beautiful face, still has many suitors, including quite a few men, despite her icy demeanor.
He would never forget the time, while waiting in line, when that ardent male suitor pressed his chest against his back…
Zhu Meng held the Da Jinjiang in one hand and covered his mouth with the other. His Adam's apple bobbed as he took two deep breaths, barely managing to suppress a wave of nausea rising from the bottom of his heart.
How could any man accept being penetrated in the buttocks?
How shameful!
And the back door is connected to the rectum!
That place where people defecate must be so dirty!
Afraid of waking Jiang Shan, Zhu Meng didn't dare turn on the room lights. He just squinted at the private item by the dim moonlight streaming in through the window.
Hmm, there are no signs of it being used.
...If Jiangshan has no need to use it, then why is it here?
Was it left behind by the landlord by accident?
No, the landlord is a kind old lady who has passed menopause and is at an age where she has no worldly desires. There's no reason for her to be like this.
Could it be that... Jiang Shan impulsively placed an order on a shopping app, only to discover upon arrival that it was such a private item, and then, out of embarrassment, was too embarrassed to return it, so he cowardly kept it in his room?
The tight, realistic feel made Zhu Meng ponder, his hand unconsciously squeezing at the object. When he realized what was happening, he felt another wave of unease.
"Ugh!" He covered his mouth forcefully, but still couldn't suppress the nausea from the bottom of his heart, and gagged.
A faint sour taste rose in his mouth, and the food he had eaten that evening kept surging up. Zhu Meng mustered his last bit of strength and groped his way to settle Da Jinjiang down.
The breathable cotton socks made a sickening thud as they hit the wooden floor, but he paid no heed. With the hairs standing on end from holding back his sweat, he dashed out the door and staggered toward the bathroom.
...It's so noisy.
Who's making that loud stomping noise on the floor?
What's wrong with dancing in her room?
Jiang Shan was weak and angry. He forced his eyelids open and scanned the dimly lit room. Apart from the cold moonlight that had witnessed everything, he saw no one.
In the dead of night, Jiang Shan kept replaying that eerie sound in his mind, and his imagination ran wild, giving him goosebumps.
When she rented the apartment, she specifically had someone check it out, and there was nothing unclean about it!
Jiang Shan trembled as he pulled out foam earplugs from under his pillow, forcefully plugged his ears that were disturbing his sleep, and closed his eyes while chanting "Namo Amitabha Buddha".
May the Bodhisattva protect her; she must have misheard.
"vomit--"
In the cramped restroom separated by a wall, Zhu Meng leaned on the sink with one hand and vomited violently.
Even though nausea was surging through his chest like a wild horse, he didn't forget to turn on the tap to cover up the sounds of him vomiting.
The house is small and poorly soundproofed. Jiangshan's bedroom is right next door, and it wouldn't be good if it disturbed her sleep.
Thanks to long-term exercise and regular check-ups, Zhu Meng was in excellent physical condition. He could stay up all night for several nights in a row and still be full of energy. But when he leaned against the sink and suppressed his vomiting, he still felt his heart pounding as if it was about to jump out of his throat.
Looking in the vanity mirror, I realized my complexion was indeed terrible.
She's so pale and green, she could easily play a minor role in a Lam Ching-ying zombie movie without needing makeup.
Her stomach was churning and throbbing, but thankfully the nausea in her throat had subsided considerably. Zhu Meng rested her forehead against the vanity mirror to recover, and while cleaning up the mess at the sink, she let out a soft sigh.
Why am I feeling increasingly powerless?
Sure enough... he's getting old.
"A piece of time is cut and flows slowly, flowing into the moonlight..."
The melodious ringtone seeped from the inside pocket of his coat. Zhu Meng didn't rush to answer it; instead, he leaned against the bathroom wall, closed his eyes, and listened quietly to the song "Moonlight over the Lotus Pond."
This non-work phone is one he recently replaced, and the ringtone was downloaded for him by Gao Ming.
At first, he felt that the song was too soft. Although he liked to use various emoticons on his Little Green Book in private, this ringtone did not match his seemingly aloof CEO image.
But thinking that it was just a private cell phone ringtone that most people wouldn't even see, he didn't bother with it and just left it there.
It wasn't until today, when he heard Jiang Shan's phone ringtone in the train carriage—a song by Phoenix Legend—that he finally gave up the idea of changing his ringtone.
I didn't think much of it when I listened to it normally, but when I heard it late at night, it was actually quite pleasant to listen to.
But at this hour, who could be making a private call to him?
Zhu Meng picked up the Hello Kitty mouthwash cup that Jiang Shan had given him for emergencies, filled it with more than half a cup of tap water, rinsed his mouth a couple of times, wiped his mouth with a tissue, and then took out his phone to check.
It is Ms. Zhu Qing.
Oh, Mother is still awake.
Worried that the noise she made in the small bathroom would disturb Jiangshan, who lived just a wall away, Zhu Meng tidied herself up quickly, changed into a smoky gray loungewear, and went out to the balcony to get some fresh air.
"Mother, is there something you need?" he asked in a businesslike tone.
Zhu Qing's tone sounded like she was having a heart-to-heart talk.
"Weren't you going to France for a week? Why did you come back early?"
“…It’s urgent.” Zhu Meng didn’t know whether he should mention Jiang Shan in front of his mother. Although he knew that Zhu Qing would not harm his daughter-in-law, he was afraid that Zhu Qing would be too enthusiastic and scare Jiang Shan away. He pursed his lips and simply didn’t mention it.
Zhu Qing snorted coldly: "Don't give me that. Gao Ming already told me that you did it all for a girl... But that's not what I want to tell you tonight."
Zhu Meng rubbed his throbbing temples and unconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.
"So what do you want to say?"
"Let's talk about family matters. Do you remember your brother-in-law, Zhuyuan? The one who just started second grade this year."
Zhu Qing sighed deeply, "Your grandparents are really something. They're so old, yet they still insist on contributing to the country by having a second child. Isn't it just because people always say they don't have a son and want one? Having such a smart and handsome grandson like you isn't enough for them, they still want to have another one. I really don't understand them!"
When Zhu Meng thinks of his brother-in-law Zhu Yuan, he pictured a pale, immature face and an indifferent expression that always seemed detached from the crowd.
"Yes, I remember, but wasn't he... unable to go to school?"
“Yes, he couldn’t go to school at first, so we had to have a teacher come to our home to teach him. This year, the doctor said his condition had improved and we should try to let him interact more with his peers, so we arranged for him to go to primary school.” Zhu Qing sighed repeatedly, “What a beautiful child, like a porcelain doll, it’s a pity he has autism.”
Zhu Meng also sighed.
"It might be related to the name. 'Wish' sounds too similar to the word 'hospitalization' in 'being sick and hospitalized'."
He stared at the night sky, which was bathed in deep purple light from the city lights, his mind wandering uncontrollably.
Is it because Jiangshan can't suppress the name "Jiangshan" that it's always sick?
But if we change the words, it loses its grandeur.
"Well, there's nothing I can do about it. Your grandparents named it that way, I can't control it." Zhu Qing sighed. "Forget it, let's not talk about it anymore. You're living with that girl now, right? You're at least ten years older than her, so take good care of her, you hear me?"
"I understand, I will take good care of her."
Jiang Shan was exhausted and didn't get out of bed until 10 a.m.
She rubbed her eyes and pushed open the bedroom door, only to be startled by Zhu Meng standing guard by the dining table.
Wow, look at those dark circles under his eyes!
How did she accidentally raise a giant panda, a nationally protected animal, in her tiny rented room?
Did you not sleep well last night?
Jiang Shan leaned closer to Zhu Meng and tilted his head.
The moment Zhu Meng saw her, he thought of that mysterious, fleshy-colored Jinjiang, and his stomach, which had been aching all night, churned again.
“It’s nothing.” He abruptly changed the subject. “Breakfast is in the pot. I didn’t know when you got up, so I’ve been keeping it warm… I’ll bring it out now.”
Breakfast was still plentiful, a combination of Chinese and Western dishes.
Jiang Shan's eyes lit up the moment he saw the rice noodle rolls, a local delicacy from his hometown.
She buried her head in her food and ate most of the rice noodle rolls that Zhu Meng had made before she had a moment to reach for a tissue to wipe the sauce off her lips.
It was at that glance that she realized Zhu Meng hadn't eaten anything; he was just sitting at the table watching her.
"Hmm? Why aren't you eating?"
"...I've already eaten." Zhu Meng coughed twice. "Didn't you say you were going to Disneyland? When are you planning to leave?"
Jiang Shan was just eating a brown sugar steamed bun when Zhu Meng asked him a question. He instinctively opened his mouth to answer, but little did he know that the piece of steamed bun he had bitten into was still stuck in his throat.
She was in a hurry to speak, and the steamed bun was suddenly inhaled into her trachea.
"Cough, cough!"
She pounded her chest with her fist, nearly choking on the steamed bun.
"No rush, take your time to think it over." Zhu Meng had somehow installed a water dispenser in the rented room. He picked up Jiang Shan's black mug, filled it with about half a cup of warm water, and held it to Jiang Shan's lips with both hands. "Drink some water."
Jiang Shan drank a few sips of water before he recovered.
"I wanted to go today, but I forgot to buy the ticket, so I might have to go tomorrow."
"Hmm..." Zhu Meng wanted to say that it wasn't too late to buy tickets now, but then he remembered that he had to leave this matter entirely to Jiang Shan, so he paused for two seconds before asking, "What time do we leave tomorrow? How long will we be gone?"
Jiang Shan also wanted to make things clear now, but after eating most of the rice noodle roll, she was still a little hungry.
"Let me think about it first, and I'll answer you when I've thought it through."
After receiving a slight nod from Zhu Meng, Jiang Shan grabbed a piece of yellow corn from his plate and began to gnaw on it carefully, like a hamster eating nuts.
Eat quickly, and then finalize the itinerary.
She mentally chanted to herself, "One, two, one; one, two, one; one, two, three, four," eating with the same regularity as a high school student's morning exercise routine.
Jiang Shan chewed with gusto, while Zhu Meng sat across the table watching, his brows furrowing deeper and deeper.
Why didn't he realize before that corn looks so similar...?
"Cough cough!" Zhu Meng's throat hurt from the reflux of stomach acid, and he immediately turned his head away, unwilling to look at the yellow rod-shaped object anymore.
He covered his mouth and stood up, intending to go to the restroom to vomit.
Jiang Shan looked completely bewildered.
Why is Zhu Meng coughing so badly? Isn't he a healthy person who exercises regularly?
She saw Zhu Meng's hand pressed against his upper left abdomen, his knuckles turning slightly white from the pressure. Recalling her own experience of stomach pain from hunger, she hesitated before asking, "Are you... having an upset stomach?"
Zhu Meng couldn't say yes, nor could he say no.
He simply waved his hand firmly, signaling Jiang Shan not to follow.
Jiang Shan watched as Zhu Meng's back trembled slightly before disappearing behind the toilet door with a "whoosh." Despite his doubts, he mechanically started scrolling through Little Green Book after a moment of silence.
She scrolled through many muscular men on the homepage and looked at some cute young men, but she always felt something was missing.
They were both quite handsome and cute, but there was a cold, clear moonlight in her heart that they couldn't shine into.
Once you've seen the ocean, other waters seem insignificant; once you've beheld the clouds of Wushan, other clouds seem pale in comparison.
Jiang Shan chewed on the lean meat in the congee with preserved egg and lean pork, and with his last glimmer of hope, he clicked on his following list.
There was no miracle.
meng has really stopped updating.
With a "ding-dong" sound, a voice message popped up at the top of the screen, from his younger sister Jiang Hai.
Jiang Shan's droopy eyebrows and eyes finally brightened.
She has a bit of social anxiety and doesn't really like voice communication, but she has accepted her sister Jiang Hai sending voice messages well and is even looking forward to it.
Jiang Hai is only in the second grade of elementary school and is just beginning to learn to read. Typing on a keyboard is extremely difficult for her, and she can make several mistakes in a row when converting speech to text, resulting in words that do not express her meaning.
To avoid ambiguity caused by typos, Jiang Hai simply sends voice messages whenever possible.
Jiang Shan disliked having to click to listen to audio messages, but she didn't dislike her sweet and soft-spoken younger sister. After listening to her for a while, she got used to it.
Unfortunately, her parents were too strict, and her sister could only touch a mobile phone a handful of times.
The limited time they had to communicate made Jiangshan cherish it even more.
She didn't even connect her Bluetooth headphones before eagerly opening Jiang Hai's voice message.
The little girl's clear, crisp voice rang out.
"Sister, I have some good news to tell you! Guess what it is?"
Jiang Hai spoke in a mysterious tone, but his voice still retained a youthful innocence that was still beyond the reach of his peers.
Jiang Shan recognized the imitation almost immediately: Jiang Hai was mimicking the deep male voice from the bedtime reading app she had downloaded on Jiang Hai's phone.
Although the timbre is completely different, the pitch is the same.
Jiang Shan cleverly hid the app deep inside his phone, bypassing Chen Yuan and Jiang Tao's checks.
It's a little secret unique to the sisters.
Jiang Shan reminisced about happy moments from his elementary school days.
"Good news... What good news? Has Xiao Hai made a new friend? Or did he get good grades? Or... is Xiao Hai's class going on a fall out?"
"Yes, but not quite right. You're amazing, sister! You're already half right! Guess again, guess again~"
Jiang Hai deliberately imitated the deep male voice in the bedtime reading app, like a child who had stolen an adult's clothes. His disguise was so bad it was astonishing, yet he still clung to his own emperor's new clothes and grinned foolishly.
Jiang Shan unconsciously smiled sweetly.
"I can't guess, can you tell me?"
With a "click," the bathroom door quietly opened. Zhu Meng wiped the water droplets from his cheek with the back of his hand and casually flicked them onto the bathroom floor.
Fearing that Jiang Shan would be worried sick, he quickened his pace to get to the dining table as soon as possible, and pretended to be relaxed as to tell her that everything was fine.
But halfway there, Jiang Shan's smiling face appeared.
Hmm, she's smiling so happily.
Who...are you chatting with?
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Author's Note: My next book in the same series, "Sweet Girl Attacks the Damp CEO GB," is still being written. It's tentatively scheduled for January 2026. Please adopt it! [shy] Love you all! [hugs]
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