Chapter 2 There really are family members who love her unconditionally and without expecting anything in return…
Jiang Shan cautiously looked left and right.
As the sun sets, warm yellow light streams through the small window, filling the corridor.
But there was no one there.
Empty and desolate, cold and quiet, dreary and miserable.
The string of reason in his mind suddenly tightened, and Jiang Shan shivered. He gripped his phone tightly, and his palms were sweating.
It can't be a ghost story, can it?
No, that won't work.
We live in a society governed by the rule of law, and we must adhere to scientific principles.
Jiang Shan silently sang a positive revolutionary song in his heart, pricked up his ears, and carefully listened to the faint humming, confirming that it came from the tea room not far away.
She held her breath, and with lightning speed, reached out and snapped the light on in the break room.
Fortunately, there was indeed someone in the break room.
It's a man.
He was dressed in a suit and tie, and at least he wasn't some terrifying old village corpse with his tongue hanging off the floor from a horror movie.
But this man doesn't seem quite right.
His thin lips were pressed into a straight line drawn with a ruler, but his pupils were unfocused and his eyes were glazed. There were faint fine lines around his phoenix eyes, which could be natural, or it could be because he smiled too much, or he was getting older.
His complexion was a healthy, rosy white, but for some reason, the rosy color was too intense, like an overripe peach, dripping with juice.
Yes, it's tempting without you even realizing it.
His suit jacket was casually tossed on the table. I didn't know what kind of fabric it was, but the workmanship was quite exquisite. The white shirt at the chest was stretched taut without a single wrinkle, as if something was about to burst out.
Two points, no line, very eye-catching.
Jiang Shan watched with his eyes, silently criticizing in his heart.
Why isn't she wearing a little shirt? That's unchaste.
However, his appearance is quite good. He's barely qualified to serve her, and he could rival the bunch of male concubines in her little green book collection.
"You..." "You..." The two voices collided.
Out of respect for his senior, Jiang Shan spoke respectfully, but his eyes betrayed his true feelings as he sized up the handsome man who was leaning against the wall, looking somewhat exhausted.
"Please go first."
The man's long eyelashes trembled slightly. He closed his eyes briefly, then opened his mouth, speaking in a cold, commanding tone.
"Take...uh!"
Unfortunately, it was interrupted by a familiar muffled groan.
Perhaps realizing that making such an unrefined sound in front of a girl much younger than himself was too embarrassing, the man pursed his lips tightly, took a deep breath to calm himself, and didn't utter a single syllable for ten seconds.
Is this person feeling unwell?
Jiang Shan speculated with great interest.
He leaned against the wall, looking somewhat exhausted, like he had low blood sugar. But she was familiar with low blood sugar; when you faint, your vision goes black, and you don't make that strange sound coming out of your throat.
He scratched his neck with both hands, as if it was itchy.
Could it be an allergic reaction?
She was familiar with allergies; this person's neck was bright red, but there were no small red spots, so it must have been from scratching, not an allergic reaction.
...But they were just colleagues. She had a ton of work to do, so why should she bother with this man she'd never even met? She had no obligation to help him, did she?
Jiang Shan turned around to pretend he hadn't seen anything, but was stopped by the man's tight lips.
Aloof but with slightly reddish corners of her eyes? Interesting.
Jiang Shan swallowed hard, suppressing the chaotic and beautiful thoughts swirling in his mind.
Yes, it was this man who insisted on asking her for help.
She took pity on him and agreed to talk to him.
It's definitely not because she's in a bad mood today and it's rare for someone to talk to her normally, nor is it because the person's humming is so nice that it hits her sweet spot.
Jiang Shan curled the corners of his mouth slightly: "Excuse me, what did you just tell me to get? I didn't hear you clearly."
The man's thin lips moved, but before he could say anything, a sickening "smack" rang out.
A white button, with lightning speed, bounced onto Jiang Shan's shoulder. Like a staged accident, it came with great force but lost its momentum, collapsing limply onto the wooden floor with a crisp sound.
It was the second button from the top of the man's shirt that popped open.
I opened a... window to throw it out.
Spring's beauty cannot be confined within the garden walls; a branch of red apricot blossoms peeks over the wall.
The man clutched his chest, his eyes wary, his ears turning as red as if they were about to bleed.
His palms were large, covering most of the area.
It's just a pity that Jiangshan has eyes that are good at discovering beauty.
This attempt to cover up the truth was actually more alluring than the overly familiar person on the phone earlier.
Indeed, the wildflowers smell sweeter than the flowers in the garden.
Jiang Shan swallowed hard and looked away.
This orange should be given to Apple, why give her a banana instead?
Although this person's demeanor is quite different from the ordinary oranges she usually sees on social media.
Those people would strike seductive poses, inadvertently revealing thighs whiter than snow and waists thinner than willow branches, their postures alluring.
But this one in front of me.
It gives off the feeling of an honest person going into business.
But with his fair skin, beautiful face, and big breasts, what woman with any sense of decency could resist him?
At least her empire is doomed.
The man in front of me had distinct facial features and a cold, hard demeanor; he looked like a traditional, devoted man.
It's interesting to see someone like that begging for mercy.
"Senior," Jiang Shan's mind was in turmoil, and she didn't even have the mind to get her thermos to fetch water. She unconsciously stood on tiptoe to meet the slightly bent-over man's gaze, her eyes blazing with excitement that she couldn't hide, or rather, she didn't intend to hide it. "Are you alright? Should we call an ambulance?"
The distance between the two people shortened dramatically, and a faint fragrance emanating from the girl wafted towards them.
The man's breathing became rapid.
She smells so good, and she's so soft.
I want her to hug me.
Jiang Shan was completely bewildered. Unable to stand steadily on tiptoe, he simply stood still and looked at the strange man whose face had turned bright red for no reason, wondering to himself, "Why is the cat making noises? Is it sick?"
Why is this person shivering? Is it because they're cold?
“Okay, please,” the handsome man stammered, perhaps having lost enough face and given up in despair, “in my coat, in my pocket.”
Jiangshan was greatly disappointed.
What? It turns out this man knew what illness he had and carried his medication with him; the medication was even in his suit pocket.
What was he whining about just now?
The lingering romance in his heart vanished instantly, disappearing without a trace as if vaporized. Jiang Shan's smile vanished, and he placed the thermos on the table. In a few quick movements, he pulled a small bottle of medicine from his suit pocket.
"I'll leave now if you're alright," she said listlessly.
The man nodded slightly, not uttering a single sound, as if saying even one more word would be a waste of breath.
arrogant.
Jiang Shan grumbled inwardly as he turned the hot water tap, filled a cup with steaming water, and left without looking back, banging away on his keyboard at his workstation.
Handsome men are valuable, but work is more important.
"Buzz." The phone, switched to vibrate mode, shook slightly. On the lock screen, it displayed the family group chat: Dad: [Image].
What's wrong?
Clicking on it reveals a master's degree admission notice, with the words "Peking University" prominently displayed.
Dad: Your cousin got into Peking University! @Jiangshan
Jiang Shan was taken aback.
Her parents were both high school teachers, and they always talked about "grades," "civil service exams," and "graduate school recommendations." From childhood to adulthood, she had heard too many glorious stories about "other people's children."
But when will they understand that she is not a genius, but just a child with limited talent?
She used all her strength to type out the words "Congratulations".
No sooner had the message been sent than my parents called me on video.
Jiang Shan originally didn't want to accept it.
But if she doesn't answer, they'll start nagging again.
Take a deep breath and plug in the Jiangshan Bluetooth headset.
"Xiaoshan, how's work going? Are you still in your internship? When will you be officially hired?" Mom and Dad's voices came in rapid succession.
Even though they weren't questioning him, Jiang Shan still felt a little sore.
Isn't it said that "everyone else cares about how high you fly, but your family cares about how tired you are from flying"? Why is it different for her?
But if she throws a tantrum at her parents because of this, can she still be the dutiful and obedient daughter in their hearts?
She'll be drowning in spittle.
Jiang Shan remained silent for only two seconds before his parents' heads swarmed in front of the screen.
"What's wrong? Can't you hear me? There's no network problem here, Xiaoshan? Why aren't you saying anything? Mom and Dad are talking to you, you..."
Ah, what is she expecting?
"I heard you."
Jiang Shan forced a smile that looked more like a grimace: "I'm still in my internship. I'll be officially hired in three days. Everything's fine."
"That's it! Our Jiangshan is the best. He doesn't need a master's degree to find a good job... But these days, academic qualifications depreciate quickly. Having only a bachelor's degree is a huge disadvantage. Mom and Dad are worried you'll take the wrong path. You can work while studying for the master's exam, okay? You can get a salary from your company and also..."
Jiang Shan pursed his lips.
Here we go again, trying to do it with both hands.
Back in her junior year, when she was facing the choice between taking the postgraduate entrance exam, the civil service exam, or looking for a job, they said, "Let's prepare together. It's better to be prepared than not. Your cousin passed the civil service exam halfway through his postgraduate entrance exam and now works for the government."
But she's a human being.
It's not an octopus.
Jiang Shan felt dizzy in waves, a familiar feeling of hypoglycemia. He forced himself to stay awake, pulled out half a bottle of candy from his bag, and quickly poured it all into his mouth.
No wonder they say "important people are forgetful," she even forgot to eat dinner when she got busy.
"Xiaoshan, are you listening? What did Mom and Dad just say? How come you're not as sensible as your seven-year-old sister who's in elementary school?
As the discomfort of tinnitus gradually subsided, his parents' nagging became clearer, but it made Jiang Shan a little breathless: "Why are you eating candy again? Experts have said that sugar is not good for you, it makes you stupid if you eat too much, and didn't you say you had cavities last month..."
"Yes, you're right, we should eat less sugar."
Jiang Shan closed his eyes briefly, then slowly opened them, his body and mind exhausted by these words.
She pinched the bridge of her nose and moved her finger to the red hang-up button: "Mom, Dad, take care of yourselves. I'll hang up now if there's nothing else."
"You silly child, are you complaining that we're nagging again? Your mom and dad have been through this, we know. You're a girl, working in another province, you'll be at a disadvantage. You should take the postgraduate entrance exam and come back here..."
"Mom, Dad, don't talk about my sister anymore!"
A crisp voice squeezed into the Bluetooth earphones, and Jiang Hai's round, smiling face came close to the screen: "Sister, are you tired after a long day at work? Have you had dinner yet?"
Jiang Shan was taken aback, a bittersweet feeling welling up inside him.
Indeed, girls are the most wonderful creatures in the world.
"I'm not tired, Xiaohai. You have to listen to your mom and dad at home. They work hard all day." Jiang Shan suppressed the soreness in his nose, waved to his sister, and said, "Bye."
The phone screen went black, revealing the bloodshot eyes in Jiang Shanxing's eyes.
She rubbed her face, gripped the mouse, and struggled for a while longer. Finally, the three major obstacles were completely eliminated, and it was already midnight.
It was so late, and taking a taxi back to his rented room three kilometers away would be expensive and unsafe, so Jiang Shan simply moved out his afternoon nap chair, put on his earplugs, and lay down neatly.
The image of the fair-skinned, beautiful, and slender-skinned male mother that I saw on a webpage in the evening lingered in my mind.
Is it really possible for someone to love her wholeheartedly without expecting anything in return?
Aside from Jiang Hai (the younger sister), there's probably only the "pig butchering scam" (a type of online fraud).
Exhausted, Jiang Shan fell into a deep sleep, unaware that under the moonlight, someone carefully pulled the blanket that had slipped off her shoulders back up and then "beeped" the air conditioner to a comfortable temperature for sleep. The movements were gentle and considerate.
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