Chapter 23 His eyes were wet at the corners, and a little...
Jiangshan was buried in Zhu Meng's arms, and when he opened his eyes, all he saw was darkness.
She heard Zhu Meng's sophisticated words, but her first reaction wasn't the joy of having someone backing her up, but rather a deep-seated doubt.
Zhu Meng knows where Chen Feng is, so why didn't he tell her when she asked?
"Jiangshan, my dear cousin, please spare me!"
Chen Feng's wailing came from the back of his head. Perhaps he hadn't had water for a long time, or perhaps he had been shouting for a long time in the soundproof cabin. His voice was a little hoarse.
Jiang Shan put his hand on Zhu Meng's shoulder and gave him a gentle push.
She rarely heard Chen Feng's voice so weak, and she wanted to see for herself what was going on.
Zhu Meng assumed he had hugged Jiang Shan too tightly, making him uncomfortable, and regretfully let go. He bent down and brushed his lips against Jiang Shan's ear.
"……Feel sorry."
Jiang Shan didn't actually hear what Zhu Meng said; he just felt a gust of hot wind brush past his ears.
With her ears burning red, she secretly rejoiced.
Fortunately, her ears aren't very sensitive... she just doesn't pick up sound waves that are too close very clearly. Yes, it's definitely not because they're too close that she gets excited.
"Jiang Shan, I beg you, please don't let President Zhu hit me!"
Chen Feng's heart-wrenching cries pierced Jiang Shan's ears. Jiang Shan slowly came to his senses and was genuinely shocked to see him like this.
Hey, what's wrong with Chen Feng?
With his triangular eyes, bulbous nose, and thick lips, he already possessed a rather daring appearance, relying entirely on his innate confidence to maintain his composure. Now, Chen Feng's face, covered in bumps and bruises, looked even more wretched than a cucumber cracked by the back of a knife.
"Cousin, what's wrong?"
Jiang Shan was asking a question he already knew the answer to.
Although she had always been a good girl and a good student since childhood and had never been in a fight, Jiang Shan was once very fascinated by Hong Kong gangster movies, and she knew all too well what it looked like to be injured after a fight.
The smile on her face was indistinguishable from a genuine one, and Chen Feng's heart sank when he saw it: "Did someone beat you up?"
Isn't that obvious? It was Zhu Meng, the guy next to you, who got beaten up by his bodyguard!
Chen Feng cursed Jiang Shan, this ally who was pretending to be innocent, in his heart. He opened his mouth to tell about the suffering he had endured, but when he thought of Zhu Meng's icy face and his lava-like demeanor, a chill ran down his spine: "No, no, I fell by myself!"
Jiang Shan felt not a shred of sympathy.
I even felt a little amused.
He's already been beaten up countless times, and he's still trying to maintain his so-called male pride. What's the point?
...Although she didn't know why Zhu Meng suddenly wanted to beat up Chen Feng, as a family member, she could represent Chen Feng and generously express her understanding.
"It takes a fall to wake up."
Zhu Meng half-embraced Jiang Shan and gently led her to her seat.
Her legs must have been sore from standing on the deck for so long.
Jiang Shan understood and was about to choose the most comfortable chair from the dozen or so chairs in the cabin when Zhu Meng tugged at his hand again.
He didn't use much force this time.
It didn't sound like a command, it sounded more like a suggestion.
...sit on his lap.
Jiang Shan stared at Zhu Meng's long, slender legs encased in gray suit trousers, hesitated for two seconds, and then happily achieved the feat of saying yes to beauty.
Oh, Zhu Meng's legs are really strong.
They must have practiced it.
Finally, in this gloomy weather, Zhu Meng had physical contact with Jiang Shan that could solve his immediate problem, and the expression on his face softened considerably.
He spared Chen Feng a rare glance.
"Tell Jiangshan, what have you been doing?"
Jiang Shan unconsciously frowned.
Strange, did Chen Feng do something else she didn't know about?
Even when Chen Feng was on the verge of death, he remained as stubborn as the towering mountain that blocked Yu Gong from communicating with the outside world.
"Mr. Zhu, you've been wronged! I didn't do anything!"
"'Didn't do anything'? You're incredibly shameless. If you hadn't discovered there was another person in Jiangshan's rented apartment, what were you planning to do?"
Zhu Meng picked up with one hand the large stack of condoms that Gao Ming had rummaged through Chen Feng's bag, which he presented with both hands.
He slammed the plastic-wrapped items to the ground, letting out a cold, gunpowder-filled "Hmm?" from his nose. Zhu Meng then spat out each word through gritted teeth, each one clearer and harder than the last, as if squeezing out drops of blood from his heart, which was pounding with lingering fear.
"You want to [illegible] your own cousin?"
The colorful little things on the ground stunned Jiang Shan.
Heaven can bear witness that although she likes to post pictures of big-chested, gentle husbands on Little Green Book and has even vulgarly followed trends by posting "Look at how big your family of origin is," she is actually a woman who has never even watched porn!
The few I've actually read were purchased from Mangyu (a Chinese online marketplace), via a Baidu Cloud link.
She knew absolutely nothing about normal sex.
It was precisely because she didn't know that she was so shocked by the fact that "she treated Chen Feng as her cousin, and Chen Feng wanted to do *that* with her."
Good heavens, she thought Chen Feng was just staying at her rented apartment because he wanted to take advantage of her.
I never imagined that what he was lusting after was actually her body!
Has he gone mad? She's his cousin, his own cousin!
They are related by blood, but cannot get married!
Jiang Shan got goosebumps all over his body. The bowl of red date, longan and black chicken soup he drank that night felt like a vine that had sprouted from the ground and was climbing up from his stomach.
She covered her mouth tightly and took two deep breaths to prevent herself from vomiting on the spot.
What is the essential difference between a man who uses the name of "family" to commit injustice against female relatives and a domestic abuser who takes advantage of the fact that conflicts with his wife are internal family disputes and can get forgiveness from his wife and parents even if he beats or kills her?
Just because there's a little bit of meat, does that mean you have to use it on every woman around you?
What a despicable wretch.
Even if you give her grass for free, she'll find it disgusting!
"I'm innocent, Mr. Zhu! How could I possibly have any improper thoughts about my cousin?"
Chen Feng's so-called male gaze was practically solidifying from gas, directly sublimating in the air and revealing the shape of drool.
He licked his lips and gave Zhu Meng a lewd smile that every man would understand: "Besides, where on Jiang Shan is there any womanly quality? No breasts, no butt, and he's not even... ah!"
Zhu Meng stood up with a "whoosh".
He embraced the landscape, his handcrafted leather shoes grinding mercilessly against Chen Feng's thick lips.
This is a 21st-century society governed by the rule of law, where people value "prosperity, democracy, civility, and harmony." He adhered to the principles of a businessman, adapting to local customs, and originally did not intend to go too far.
But not provoking trouble doesn't mean he's afraid of trouble.
Chen Feng repeatedly provoked him, spinning and leaping in his minefield, putting on the smoky makeup he hated most, and dancing a waltz that couldn't keep up with the rhythm, but he didn't mind going too far.
After all, the Zhu family's businesses are spread all over the world. In some countries with relatively free social atmospheres, it is perfectly normal for someone without any self-defense skills to be dismembered and armed with guns and drugs.
As for how to deal with a dishonest business partner without breaking the law.
He knows quite a lot.
The fine, dense raindrops pattered against the glass, falling into Jiang Shan's ears like a beautiful melody, but in Zhu Meng's eyes, it was an unlucky start.
He cursed silently in his heart, then hugged Jiangshan with his left hand and hooked the row of buttons on his shirt with his right index finger, tearing off three of them in a row with a "snap".
The pale yellow button, accompanied by gravity, slammed violently onto Chen Feng's swollen single eyelid, carrying the undisguised disgust of its owner.
Zhu Meng looked down at Chen Feng from his high position, not even bothering to give him a cold laugh.
"In this kind of weather with strong winds and high waves, what are the chances of someone falling into the sea and missing rescue, and then being pulled out a week later?"
A hint of fear flickered across Chen Feng's pale, bluish-purple face amidst his busy work.
"I was wrong! I'll never do it again!"
How could he not dare? People who have climbed up from the bottom have no shortage of the courage to bite back at others.
However, Zhu Meng is like a towering Himalayas, which he, in his current insignificant state, simply cannot overcome, hence his strategic compromise.
He was so angry he almost ground his teeth to powder.
He had worked his way up in the company for six or seven years and finally got to where he was now. He thought his ability to read people wasn't too bad.
Who knew that they would stumble here in Jiangshan.
He used to think of Jiangshan as a poor relative, and he proudly called his behavior of staying in her rented house "Grandma Jia going to the countryside".
Who would have thought that that brat would rise to such heights and become a phoenix!
"Spare me, Mr. Zhu! I'll never dare to dream of power again! Don't worry, once you let me go, I'll stay far away from her..." Chen Feng was internally screaming "Don't underestimate a young man's potential!" but outwardly he was begging for mercy without any restraint.
Zhu Meng's long eyelashes drooped down, like the white wings of an angel, covering the person in her arms.
"Jiang Shan, what do you think?"
Jiang Shan felt quite pleased.
According to her parents, Chen Feng was someone who earned tens of thousands of yuan with his computer science major during his sophomore year of college, and after graduation, he entered a big company with a monthly salary of one million yuan—a "model student" and a "role model."
Their favorite nagging is: "When you look for a husband in the future, you have to find someone like your cousin."
It was precisely because of her parents' influence that she subconsciously came to believe that Chen Feng was not a bad person, at least not bad enough to lust after her.
Little did she know, she still thought Chen Feng was too kind.
However, it wouldn't go so far as to kill someone to cover it up.
First of all, it's illegal. Secondly, Chen Feng isn't someone she hates to the point of wanting to die.
She knew that she was in poor health and had less energy than the average person, so she consciously controlled her emotions so that they did not fluctuate greatly, and she did not easily like or dislike people.
Love and hate are both very heavy things.
With her current mental state, she cannot afford to make offerings.
Chen Feng is a piece of trash and doesn't deserve her disgust.
"Let him go." Jiang Shan gently closed his eyes, silently severing the bond of kinship with Chen Feng as his "cousin."
If he gains control of the country, Zhu Meng will finally show great mercy.
He lifted his shoe and uttered a single word: "Get lost."
Chen Feng didn't dare to take Zhu Meng's words lightly. He bent his knees forcefully and rolled out of the cabin like a ball, his slightly fat belly protruding.
"Zhumeng, put me down."
Jiang Shan knew how strong the arm supporting her was, but she still dared not let go of Zhu Meng's neck with both hands.
The viewing seats were too high, and it felt lonely up there; she wasn't used to it.
Zhu Meng was extremely unwilling, but looking at the girl's bright eyes reflected in the candlelight, he pursed his lips and put her down anyway.
Jiang Shan, standing on tiptoe, had just watched Chen Feng leave the cabin when he suddenly heard a low groan.
"Ugh!"
She turned her head and saw that Zhu Meng had already squatted on the ground at some point.
He didn't just squat down in place; he took a few steps and squatted down in the narrowest, darkest corner of the cabin. It didn't seem like a spur-of-the-moment decision; rather, it was as if he knew he would be too weak to stand, so he hurriedly took a few steps and then gracefully collapsed.
Jiang Shan and Zhu Meng had known each other for a while, and the scene felt somewhat familiar.
It seems like Zhu Meng has done this more than once, hasn't he?
Has he had another episode?
Jiang Shan took two steps toward Zhu Meng. Because she was standing, the shadow she cast was just enough to cover Zhu Meng, who was squatting.
She asked softly, "What's wrong?"
I wish you silence.
"Crack—" The flash of lightning, unique to lightning, had just passed before his eyes when thunder exploded in his ears.
The humid air in the south was like a bully that preys on the weak. Once it found its way into the whole house, Zhu Meng avoided it like the plague. It immediately called on its siblings to burrow into the cracks of Zhu Meng's itchy and burning bones.
Zhu Meng bit her lip hard, desperately suppressing the scream that almost burst from her teeth, and her body trembled again.
Ugh, it feels so bad...
His massive pectoral muscles trembled beneath his creamy white silk shirt.
Jiang Shan's gaze swept over them, inappropriately recalling the "throbbing" and "two soft little white rabbits" he had seen when he accidentally stumbled into a male-oriented novel.
She shook her head vigorously, trying to banish these bizarre thoughts from her mind.
Zhu Meng was clearly uncomfortable. He had just helped her. As a "family member," she found it difficult to be ruthless towards Chen Feng, who was practically her "savior." Was it inappropriate for her to think about such lewd things in front of her benefactor?
Let's see how we can help Zhu Meng...
Jiang Shan stared at Zhu Meng, who was wrapped in her arms around her knees, looking huge and helpless. A girlish heart that had been dormant after entering the workplace suddenly jumped up.
Ah, he looks like a big dog that can't find a place to rest in the rain and can only squat on the street getting soaked.
Jiang Shan turned his head away, trying to resist looking, but after two seconds he still turned his gaze back.
Oops.
She has no resistance to furry things.
I want to touch it, I want to touch it, I want to touch it.
Before Jiang Shan could react, his hand had already reached out and gently patted Zhu Meng's head.
It wasn't kneaded.
...Hmm? That shouldn't be the case, Zhu Meng's hair looks quite soft.
Jiang Shan, unwilling to give up, rubbed it twice more forcefully.
Zhu Meng's meticulously combed business slicked-back hair instantly transformed into roadside weeds ravaged by wind and rain.
“…I’m sorry, I didn’t know you used hairspray.” Jiang Shan and Zacao looked at each other for two seconds, then quickly reached out again to try to fix it. “I’ll fix it for you right away.”
Unfortunately, it failed.
Jiang Shan pursed his lips, about to withdraw his hand in frustration.
Suddenly, my palm felt warm.
It has a velvety feel, but it's a bit prickly.
What's going on?
Jiang Shan, filled with doubt, slowly looked down from her hands. The moment she saw the truth, her eyes almost popped out of her glasses.
Zhu Meng was rubbing his head against her hand!
Honestly, what's the difference between this and the Alaskan Malamute she was walking before?
Jiang Shan felt as if he had been electrocuted, and instinctively tried to pull his hand back.
The most irresistible reaction is the subconscious one. While Jiang Shan was still pondering whether to stop or not, her hand had already made the decision for her.
The second after she withdrew her hand, Zhu Meng raised her head slightly from between her knees.
His eyes were wet and a little red at the corners.
"Don't move..."
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