Chapter 17 He wanted to submit to someone ten years younger than him…
The moment the word "steal" was uttered, Zhu Meng's face flushed.
Although this coat belongs to Jiang Shan, he kept it through his own abilities, as a keepsake for his beloved girl. How can that be called stealing?
It's just a little unethical.
What's even more unethical is that now that Jiang Shan has discovered it, he still doesn't want to return it.
Jiang Shan saw Zhu Meng's lips tighten into a straight line, and a faint blush appeared on her fair and handsome face, yet her hand was still tightly clutching her cheap coat, which cost no more than two hundred yuan. The question marks in his head were practically overflowing.
Is her coat that valuable?
But this thread isn't made of gold; it's just ordinary polyester fiber.
Zhu Meng's entire outfit, including all his accessories, even just that thin pair of underwear that he never wore, was more expensive than this, wasn't it?
Why hold onto her coat so tightly?
"...I'm sorry." After hesitating for a long time, Zhu Meng could only manage to squeeze out a vague apology.
His attempts to conceal his true intentions, and his continued obliviousness even after being discovered, left Jiang Shan utterly bewildered. His curiosity piqued, the pain in his stomach vanished.
She tilted her head slightly: "Mr. Zhu, does this coat have any special meaning for you?"
Zhu Meng lowered her eyes, her eyelashes trembling like butterfly wings.
...This coat was indeed of great significance to him.
If it weren't for this reassuring aura surrounding him, he might have gone insane given the frequency of his skin hunger attacks.
But if I honestly tell the whole truth, Jiangshan will think I'm a pervert, right?
After all, it sounds really strange to tell someone you've only known for a little over a week, "I've liked your aura for a long time, and I want to have deeper physical contact with you!"
Zhu Meng hesitated several times before speaking, a thin layer of sweat seeping from his fair forehead, like the mist shrouding distant mountains, making the landscape unfathomable.
Why is he so slurred around like a saw-off gourd right now?
He was quite eloquent when he was arguing with Xu Qing.
Jiang Shan wasn't an impatient person, but after waiting quietly for more than two minutes without hearing a single word, her patience had basically reached its limit.
"If you don't want to tell me, that's fine. I don't like to force people."
On the surface, Zhu Meng maintained a calm and aloof demeanor, appearing no different from the usual composed and steady CEO Zhu. However, his mind was inexplicably in turmoil.
This is actually a good opportunity for frankness and openness.
Jiang Shan was unusually interested in him, and the desire to explore someone is key to the relationship between two people.
He's usually so good at seizing business opportunities, even more astute than a shark that sniffs out blood and chases after it. How come he missed this golden opportunity this time?
When I feel anxious, the physical discomfort becomes more pronounced.
Zhu Meng wished he could take off all his clothes and scratch his itchy and burning body vigorously.
But if he were to take off all his clothes in front of Jiang Shan, even just his shirt, he would definitely be seen as a pervert... He couldn't do that.
"Hmm!"
Zhu Meng endured it all, but his voice betrayed him.
Jiang Shan's ears twitched; he realized that this person's breathing was truly remarkable.
Low-key and restrained.
But what's wrong with him?
She was filled with curiosity and tried to communicate with Zhu Meng in a friendly manner. Zhu Meng was unwilling to tell the truth, and out of kindness, she did not force him. So, the matter ended there.
Why is he humming like that all of a sudden?
The buildings outside the car window flashed by one after another as the car drove along, like a movie playing frame by frame.
There were only two living beings in the back of the car. Jiang Shan really couldn't understand what the other living being was doing, so he simply focused his attention on Zhu Meng to see what kind of trouble he was going to cause.
Zhu Meng was ashamed of her bluntness and annoyed by his own dullness. His eyes, however, fled and looked out the window.
Ah, we're almost at the residential area where Jiangshan lives.
To speak or not to speak? That is the question.
"Crack—" A bolt of lightning flashed across the dark clouds, and the thunder gave him the answer.
"Hiss!" The itching sensation intensified exponentially, and Zhu Meng unconsciously increased the pressure, scratching until blood appeared on his collarbone without him even noticing. "Hmm..."
Jiang Shan became increasingly confused as he listened, and his mind slowly drifted to the numerous pieces of online junk he had read on Little Green Book.
Zhu Meng made this commotion, could it be...?
Is it indescribable?
But this is too strange.
Generally speaking, it's possible that the two of them, a woman and a man, were too close together, and her revealing clothing caused him to have a physical reaction.
But what she was wearing today was a very proper work outfit, with a thin jacket over it; it was as conservative as it could possibly be.
Then... it can only be that Zhu Meng violated male virtues.
Jiangshan was almost silent, and he frowned.
Zhu Meng may look respectable, but he turns out to be just like other vulgar men, unable to control his lust.
Originally, this seemingly aloof, arrogant, and loving man was quite to her liking, a perfect match for her. Based on the principle of "even if you don't eat him, it's good to have a taste," she was wondering if she should test Zhu Meng and propose to him at a suitable opportunity.
She really misjudged the situation.
For the sake of saving face, Zhu Meng bit her lip hard, trying to suppress the screams of pain that were about to escape.
Little did he know that the harder he tried, the more unlucky he became. His extreme forbearance was interpreted by Jiang Shan as impatience, and the torment of his skin hunger was transformed into the lewd and vulgar Ziwei.
"Shh..."
Zhu Meng tried to hold back, but couldn't resist. With her newly grown fingernails, she scratched her already broken collarbone with all her might.
It's so itchy, it's so itchy it hurts.
Jiang Shan was only a meter away from him, right in front of him, but her eyes were cold, as if she were far away.
...Were you still scared by him?
When people are feeling unwell, they tend to overthink. Jiang Shan is a negative example; when the body is uncomfortable, the brain automatically shuts down to reduce unnecessary strain.
Zhu Meng is a typical example.
With just a glance, he received Jiang Shan's disdainful look, and a hint of grievance was forced out of him.
Physiological tears brought on by the itching, accompanied by a trace of grievance, welled up silently in Zhu Meng's eyes.
Jiang Shan was once again baffled.
Zhu Meng was asked to do handicrafts in front of a man, which was both impolite and undignified. As her subordinate, she had no choice but to watch and had already surrendered and accepted her bad luck.
How come he was being unreasonable first, yet I'm the one feeling wronged?
What do you call this? "Getting a bargain and then complaining"?
The two locked eyes again.
Zhu Meng mustered all his courage to avoid Jiang Shan's gaze.
A warm breeze carrying the fragrance of the land wafted in, and Zhu Meng felt drowsy. His body ached and he felt uncomfortable. He hadn't felt this way in a long time, and he vaguely felt that he might have a fever.
His mouth was even more terrifying; it inexplicably gained sentience and developed self-awareness, opening and closing in a manner that was terrifying.
"Can you do me a favor?"
The secret he kept buried deep in his heart, one he never intended to tell anyone else, was quietly revealed through a small crack to the person he most wanted to keep it from.
Help? It's not enough for her to just watch him do his crafts, she has to personally help him too?
Jiang Shan held back, barely managing to utter the curse in her heart, "Help your dad!" But as they say, the eyes are the windows to the soul, and after weighing the options, she meekly chose to back down.
His eyes, however, burned with honest anger, like a red light at a crossroads, full of warning.
Is this person crazy?
The two locked eyes. No matter how much Zhu Meng tried to deceive himself, thinking that Jiang Shan was just a little impatient and didn't actually dislike him, his heart sank to the bottom of the Pacific Ocean when he clearly saw the disgust in Jiang Shan's eyes.
Did he...do something wrong?
Jiang Shan's residential area was right in front of them. Considering the comfort of the two passengers in the back, Gao Ming began to slow down from a distance. When the car reached the appropriate position, he gently stopped it on the side of the road.
He instinctively wanted to get out of the car to open the door for the people behind him, but then he remembered that Zhu Meng had instructed him to personally open Jiang Shan's car door, so he sat still.
After waiting quietly for a minute, Gao Ming looked in the rearview mirror and saw that the rear door had not opened at all.
With the partition separating them, Gao Ming had no idea what was happening in the back seat. Based on his understanding of how the two interacted, he vaguely guessed that Jiang Shan and Zhu Meng seemed to have had a conflict.
After waiting for two more minutes with no response, Gao Ming didn't dare get out of the car to open the back door. Instead, he wisely started the engine and began driving around the neighborhood.
Forget it, let's wait for President Zhu to send him a message before he stops.
Jiang Shan didn't realize that the car had been stopped for more than three minutes. Firstly, her eyes were fixed on Zhu Meng, showing a kind of "oblivious to what was going on outside the window" kind of focus. Secondly, Gao Ming was a very steady driver, and the ride was very smooth unless there was a sudden stop.
It wasn't until she felt the push-back sensation as the car started moving that she realized it had been stopped for a while.
Oh, they must have been waiting at a traffic light.
Unable to bear Zhu Meng looking at her with such an innocent expression despite being the "perpetrator," Jiang Shan spoke coldly and seriously.
"Mr. Zhu, if you have any special needs, you can go to special places and find special people to solve them. I am a formal employee of Ansen Company's technical department. My job is limited to the department's projects. Serving you is not within my job scope."
Zhu Meng was a little confused.
What kind of "service"?
Seeing Jiang Shan frown disdainfully and his gaze lightly fall on his crotch, the 32-year-old virgin, who had never been in a relationship, blushed instantly.
"……sorry."
Zhu Meng hadn't thought of it that way at first, but after Jiang Shan brought it up, his face started burning.
Zhu Meng, who graduated with a high GPA from a prestigious university and could solve even the most difficult competition problems with a clear mind, was momentarily speechless: "I... no, I need your help with this."
Jiang Shan raised an eyebrow slightly: "Then which one do you want me to help you with?"
Zhu Meng pursed her lips, her heart filled with turbulent emotions.
Why could she utter such suggestive words with that haughty expression...?
He falls for that.
He actually wanted to submit to a girl ten years younger than him, like his chubby Alaskan Malamute turning over on its back after receiving dog food, begging her to pet him next to Jiang Shan...
Jiang Shan wasn't a mind reader like Zhu Meng, and had no idea what kind of nonsense was going on in his head.
She was just confused.
Isn't Zhu Meng known for his decisive and efficient work? Why is he so hesitant and indecisive when he speaks?
Zhu Meng took half a minute to mentally prepare herself, then lowered her head and wiped the blood from under her fingernails clean on a handkerchief, disinfected it with alcohol wipes, and then wiped it again with a tissue.
He smelled and looked at his hands repeatedly to make sure there was no odor or dirt before gently extending them towards Jiangshan.
The finger bones are clearly visible, and the palm faces upward.
Like at a ball, a refined gentleman host invites a well-educated and elegant lady to dance the most eye-catching opening dance in front of a large audience.
"May I...shake your hand?"
Jiang Shan initially thought Zhu Meng was going to attend some kind of banquet or do something important because of his grand entrance. He waited for him patiently for a long time, but in the end, he just stared blankly at Zhu Meng's right hand, which was so delicate that it was visible even under his fingernails.
"...Alright then."
Jiang Shan herself doesn't really like physical contact with people she doesn't know well, but shaking hands is the most basic social etiquette in the workplace. She doesn't like it, but she doesn't mind it either.
After all, Zhu Meng's hands were quite warm.
It's barely adequate as a hot water bottle.
Unlike Jiang Shan, who remained calm and composed both inside and out, Zhu Meng, holding a hand that was smaller than his own, was practically going crazy.
The moment he touched it, he felt cold.
Who would have hands so frozen in the sweltering summer heat, with wisps of hot air blowing?
After finally warming Jiang Shan's hands up a bit, the heat from Zhu Meng's hands had mostly dissipated, reaching a balance with the temperature of Jiang Shan's palms.
His hands aren't warm enough, but his face should still be.
"Excuse me." Zhu Meng carefully lifted Jiang Shan's hand.
This robust, handsome man, who was still a head taller than her even when sitting next to her (not counting his long legs), bent down slightly and gently, slowly, rubbed his burning cheek against her cold hand.
It's like a puppy rubbing its body against a human's leg.
At first, it was very enthusiastic, but when it noticed the warning look in its owner's eyes, it became cautious.
That's absolutely amazing.
Alas, how could she, a steadfast and devoted fourth daughter, possibly resist taking action?
Noticing Jiang Shan's complex gaze, Zhu Meng's heart skipped a beat. He instinctively tried to turn his face away, but the real touch was too intoxicating for him.
Zhu Mengxin gritted his teeth, thickened his skin, and remained unmoved, only lowering his eyes and softly apologizing.
"I'm so sorry."
His collar was exposed, and he was looking down, indicating he was in a vulnerable position. Looking down at the landscape, he saw only magnificent scenery.
That's really good practice.
Hmm, I want to touch it.
She was a woman of action; while her mind was still pondering a plan, her hand moved like a sharp lightning bolt, swiftly and accurately stabbing Zhu Meng in the chest.
"Um!……"
Zhu Meng felt like she was about to faint.
The landscape seemed to float away as if riding the wind.
Zhu Meng is indeed a trained fighter; her touch is really good. It's a pity she's not bold enough. She only has the courage to pretend to touch it casually. If she could thicken her skin a little and withstand the pressure to touch it a second time, that would be even better.
The two of them were like they were having an exhibition match in a ring; you would feint, and I would stop short of defeat.
After one round of probing, neither of them took any further steps.
Jiang Shan acted out of politeness, and Zhu Meng dared not make any further moves.
Damn it, all he did was poke Jiang Shan, why are his legs starting to go weak?
Thankfully he was sitting in a chair, otherwise he definitely wouldn't be able to stand up right now.
Zhu Meng was embarrassed, and Jiang Shan wasn't much better off. Her poor health was no joke; her hands and feet would get icy cold when it was cold, and she would break out in a cold sweat when it was hot.
But Zhu Meng's warm face was pressed against her cold hand, and the little bit of sweat seeping from her palms all stuck to Zhu Meng's face.
...How embarrassing, is it not over yet?
As her face grew increasingly wet, Zhu Meng thought it was just her own physiological tears that had accidentally spilled out. Her face, still flushed, now showed even more embarrassment.
It's not a big deal, so why couldn't he control his tears?
Zhu Meng's cheeks were wet, but his tone was very serious.
"Miss Jiang, I will take responsibility for you."
Jiang Shan blinked slowly, his mind racing.
What responsibility? What are we responsible for? Who is responsible to whom?
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