Chapter 29 She forcefully grabbed his hand: "Let's go..."
It was early morning, the sun was low in the sky, and the sunlight streamed in at an angle from the window, bathing the room in natural light, but it was so stuffy that it was a bit irritating.
Jiang Shan was speechless after being rebuked by Zhu Meng's words. He hesitated whether to take a step forward, but ultimately retreated to where he was.
Zhu Meng watched as Jiang Shan shrank back.
She was like a snail that had finally awakened its helpful genes, slowly poking its head out of its shell, only to be rejected and then silently retreating back inside.
Zhu Mengxin felt as if she were being pricked by needles, a fine, persistent pain throbbing within her.
He said the wrong thing.
Hmm, quickly think of a way to fix this.
Zhu Meng frowned, racked his brains, and then uttered three more words.
"Never mind that."
As soon as the words left his mouth, he felt a pang of regret.
He just wanted to say that his discomfort was not caused by Jiang Shan, but by his own accidental clash with Da Jinjiang, and he took full responsibility.
The country is innocent; there's no need to waste time worrying about it.
But his esophagus was severely corroded by the surging stomach acid, and Zhu Meng's throat hurt whenever he spoke. He didn't want to remain silent and let Jiang Shan think he was giving her the silent treatment, so he gritted his teeth and tried to explain in the shortest possible words, but... it seemed like the more he explained, the worse it got.
If Zhu Meng's first sentence only made Jiang Shan back down, his second sentence successfully angered her.
Zhu Meng is really confused. He was fine just now, so why is he acting strangely now?
What did she do to offend him?
Jiang Shan became angry, and his tone turned somber.
"Zhu Meng, I'm not trying to discipline you. I'm just asking out of concern for a friend. What's going on? This matter may involve your personal privacy, so I understand that you don't want to talk about it. But you don't need to say things like this to someone who cares about you, do you?"
She dislikes misunderstandings and tolerating conflicts with her friends.
If there's anything, just talk it out on the spot.
If you keep bottling things up, your heart will become a fragile glass jar, which will be shattered by the sharp stones that come from the unintentional words of friends.
It is said that before a person breaks down, there is a person, an event, or an object that becomes the last straw that breaks the camel's back.
But if the camel has always been free from oppression, how could it be defeated by such a small amount of weight?
Zhu Meng's eyes widened slightly.
"I, I'm not..."
He managed to say a few words, but seeing Jiang Shan's face growing increasingly grim, he pursed his lips and refused to speak further.
Jiang Shan was so angry he wanted to slap him.
Why is this person so conflicted?
Is he born in the year of the morning glory or the Virginia creeper?
If you have something to say, just say it. She doesn't have the patience to wait for his lips to slowly creep in!
Jiang Shan silently counted in his mind, trying to calm himself down, but the fire in his heart had already become a raging wildfire, unstoppable.
She could no longer bear it, clenched her fist, and slammed it heavily onto the sofa next to Zhu Meng's head with a "thud".
"Zhu Meng, I'll ask you one last time, what exactly happened to you?"
In her anger, she even forgot to use honorifics.
Zhu Meng's mind went completely blank.
...So close, the land is so close.
She's only 1.59 meters tall and looks small, but I never expected her to exude such a powerful presence.
"Speak." Jiang Shan moved one centimeter closer.
Zhu Meng's heart was pounding.
I can't tell if it's out of a defensive instinct, a surge of adrenaline, or because I'm so close to the girl I like, and I can clearly smell the fragrance in her hair, that dopamine is being released like crazy.
Is Jiang Shan pinning him against the wall right now?
How novel!
He's never been pinned against a wall before in his entire life.
Because nobody has that kind of courage.
He built his strong, muscular physique not just for looks.
The two faces were less than ten centimeters apart, and they were on the top floor where they absorbed the most heat. Within seconds, their breaths mingled together, inseparable.
Zhu Meng stared at Jiang Shan's lowered eyelids, his Adam's apple bobbing forcefully.
He was actually... a little excited.
So excited that he wanted Jiangshan to stay in that position and not move.
Unfortunately, he was the one who broke the peace first.
Having not eaten for a long time, the empty stomach convulsed violently due to the intense emotional stimulation.
Zhu Meng endured it for a long time, missing the best opportunity to rush to the toilet. The sourness subsided slightly, and he thought he was fine, but the bitterness surged up irresistibly.
He only had time to grab the trash can next to the coffee table.
"vomit!"
Jiang Shan quickly let go of her hand.
What happened? Did she scare Zhu Meng so much that he vomited? He even vomited that bitter, yellow bile.
Good heavens, is she really that scary?
"...It's nothing." Zhu Meng curled up, trying to appear more elegant, but failed.
He spat out his innermost thoughts, trying to explain his "perfectly timed" vomiting under Jiang Shan's shocked gaze: "It's not your problem, it's... I... ugh—"
Jiang Shan gave Zhu Meng a stiff pat on the back.
His chest, abs, and arms were very strong, but his back was thin, with only a layer of muscle attached to the bones.
As she patted Zhu Meng, who had his head down, she looked at his smooth back and inexplicably remembered a sentence she had seen on a health channel before.
A thinner back means a longer lifespan.
I wonder what it feels like to button up such a beautiful back?
My thoughts started to diverge from this point.
Jiang Shan pondered for a few minutes against that slightly undulating back, when he inadvertently glanced at Zhu Meng, who was panting heavily and had tears welling up in his eyes. A wicked thought popped into his head again.
This man is so cute when he cries.
Does he cry when he's deducted money?
Zhu Meng had no idea what Jiang Shan was thinking about, whether it was meat or vegetables; he just wished he could just black out and faint.
How could he show such a pathetic side in front of the girl he loves? And shamelessly ask Jiangshan to pat his back for him?
He was ten years older than Jiang Shan; he should be the one taking care of Jiang Shan.
Now, Jiangshan is actually taking care of him instead.
That's so embarrassing.
Unable to distinguish whether the tears were from humiliation or simply from physiological stimulation, Zhu Meng couldn't stop crying for a moment.
Jiang Shan watched a crystal-clear teardrop, starting from the corner of his left eye, slowly roll down to his chin like grass blown by the wind, with a clear direction and rhythm, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of emotion.
Ah, he could go and act in crying scenes in Qiong Yao's dramas.
Zhu Meng raised her eyes, wanting to explain her sudden tears, but the stinging sensation in her nose made her lower her eyes again.
I want to speak, but I hold back; I want to speak, but I hold back; instead, I say, "What a fine autumn day!"
Wonderful!
Jiang Shan was stunned.
She heard the heavy nasal sound in Zhu Meng's breathing, and after three seconds, she reached out shakily and pulled two tissues from the coffee table for him.
"Let's wipe it off."
Zhu Meng muttered a "thank you" in a low voice.
He had barely regained a little mobility when he eagerly tied up the garbage bag.
"Sorry, I'm not feeling well and need to rest for a while."
Zhu Meng paused, blew her nose with a tissue to wipe away the snot that had inexplicably started to come out again, and continued with her red eyes, "I'll come downstairs at twelve to cook for you... is that okay?"
Jiang Shan was dumbfounded.
Even though she's in so much pain, he still thinks about cooking for her. Does this person have some kind of masochistic tendency?
She patted Zhu Meng on the shoulder.
"No need, I'll order takeout for lunch. You can go and rest."
Jiang Shan got up from the sofa, poured Zhu Meng a cup of hot water for rinsing her mouth, and then put the dishes on the table into the dishwasher without making a sound to disturb Zhu Meng, who was feeling unwell. He walked back to his room while scrolling through his phone with his head down.
"Sister, Mom took away my phone, so I can only chat with you using my watch now, sob sob X﹏X" Jiang Hai sent a message while crying.
Jiang Shan felt sorry for the little girl for ten seconds.
"Mom only wanted you to concentrate on your homework, it wasn't intentional. Study hard."
Thinking about Zhu Meng's cold and hard resistance just now, she sighed softly and added a sentence.
"Xiao Hai, if possible, stay away from that boy. It's too difficult to change someone else, and we don't need to risk our own lives."
Jiang Hai is an obedient child, but he only listens to his older sister, Jiang Shan.
Although she was extremely unwilling, she still agreed to the small watch.
"Okay, I understand!"
Jiang Shan exited the chat interface and searched for Disneyland guides on Xiaolvshu.
But while her mind was on relaxing Disneyland, her hand tapped on the tense work group chat.
She has two days of holiday left, and she'll probably have to go back to work as soon as she gets back. She hasn't been following up on the project for several days and doesn't know what the progress is. Speaking of which, Zhao Yi seems to have sent her a document this morning.
Look, she'll just look.
Once you start looking, you can't stop.
Just a door away, Zhu Meng leaned on the coffee table, intending to go downstairs to throw away the smelly garbage bag. But he had only stood up halfway when he was knocked down by a wave of dizziness and had no choice but to fall back down, exhausted.
No, I can't faint on the ground.
It will cause trouble for the country.
Zhu Meng squinted and sent a message to Gao Ming, asking him to invite the psychologist to the small rented house.
He is feeling dizzy, his heart is pounding and aching, probably because he has been feeling unwell all night and vomited so violently that he is dehydrated.
Theoretically, electrolytes should be replenished.
However, given his strong physique, a glucose injection should be enough to cure him.
After sending the message, Zhu Meng leaned against a cushion on the sofa, idly inhaling the lingering scent of Jiang Shan on it.
What was he doing just now?
Jiang Shan finally took the initiative to come closer to him, but he pushed her away with his own hands.
They even said such cruel things.
Sigh, he didn't like this distorted version of himself.
But what exactly is that rod-shaped object? ...
Jiang Shan was so engrossed in looking at the project that he hastily ate takeout for lunch, and it wasn't until 6:30 in the evening that he realized he hadn't ordered dinner.
"Dudu".
Suddenly, someone knocked on the room door from the outside.
It's just her and Zhu Meng in the house, but why is Zhu Meng knocking on her door if he has something to do instead of texting her?
"……Enter."
Jiang Shan had a rare opportunity to experience being a boss.
The door creaked open, and Zhu Meng was still wearing her pink apron.
His long, slender, fair fingers rested gently on the brown wooden door frame, like a lotus flower standing gracefully in black, foul-smelling mud.
"Dinner is ready."
Zhu Meng only said this one sentence.
He didn't ask Jiang Shan if he would come out to eat, his tone remaining calm, as if he and Jiang Shan had never had a conflict and that Jiang Shan would definitely come out to eat the food he cooked.
Jiang Shan originally wanted to be angry with Zhu Meng.
After all, there's still no conclusion to the argument they had this morning.
Zhu Meng is now completely open and honest, but in her heart, this matter is not entirely over yet.
"I don't want to eat." Jiang Shan turned his head away stiffly.
Molecules are in motion, and they move even more violently due to high temperatures. The warm aroma of food travels into the room through the ubiquitous air.
Jiang Shan verbally refused, but his tongue was so tempted that he kept licking his lips.
Zhu Meng lowered his head meekly, like a submissive husband: "Well, tell me when you want to eat it."
Jiang Shan felt a chill run down his spine from his gaze: "Never mind, never mind, you can go out first. I'll eat. I need to organize the data first, and I'll come out to eat in five minutes, okay?"
Zhu Meng still hasn't left.
He stood at the door, his voice indifferent.
"Okay, I'll wait for you."
Jiang Shan, suppressing his embarrassment, finished organizing the data and followed Zhu Meng out of the room, vaguely sensing that something was amiss.
Why do the way they get along feel like an old married couple?
Did they just get over that hurdle they faced this morning?
At some point, Zhu Meng placed a daffodil in a transparent vase on the dining table and lit a heart-shaped rose-scented candle.
Jiang Shan was completely bewildered.
Is today a holiday? She doesn't seem to remember.
Watching Zhu Meng diligently serving dishes back and forth between the kitchen and the dining table, Jiang Shan, under the soft glow of the rose-scented candlelight, uncertainly took out his phone and searched online.
It's definitely not a holiday.
She was even more confused.
Why did Zhu Meng pull this stunt?
"You...the one in the room..." Zhu Meng suddenly asked her.
The situation is inexplicable.
Which one is in my room?
Just mentioning the topic sent shivers down Zhu Meng's spine, making her sensitive skin itch as if a million pesky red ants from the south were twitching and dancing ballet on her skin.
He covered his mouth with the back of his hand, took a deep breath, held it for three seconds, and then slowly exhaled.
"……nothing."
Seeing how upset Zhu Meng was, Jiang Shan decided not to hold it against him and quietly changed the subject.
"I'm planning to go to Disneyland tomorrow morning, do you have time?"
"Okay." Zhu Meng probably felt that saying just that was too stiff, so he frowned and added, "I'll do whatever you say."
Jiang Shan nodded, quickly finished his dinner, and went back to his room to study an easier way to plan his trip.
"I'll tidy up the guide again and send it to you when it's done."
Zhu Meng smiled and said, "Hmm, no rush."
His sharp, almond-shaped eyes somehow managed to project an air of virtuousness and gentleness.
country:"……?"
Why is Zhu Meng suddenly so gentle? Has she been possessed?
That night, Jiang Shan fell into a deep sleep, filled with doubt.
Zhu Meng originally planned to search on her phone and computer for "the uses of single women buying Da Jinjiang" on various online platforms, but she couldn't find the results she wanted.
The next day, he had two big dark circles under his eyes again.
Jiang Shan noticed it when he went out for breakfast, but didn't ask.
Following the guide, the two entered Disneyland with the long queue. Suddenly, a rumble of thunder sounded in the sky, and the sky turned blue, threatening rain. Many people muttered, "Didn't the weather forecast say it wouldn't rain today?" as they rushed into the supermarket to buy umbrellas.
Zhu Meng had no time to pay attention to the unfavorable weather. He followed Jiang Shan to the project queue in a daze, his eyes constantly glancing at Jiang Shan's phone screen.
It seems like she swiped it...
"What's wrong?" Jiang Shan suddenly looked up.
Zhu Meng was almost caught red-handed. His heart was pounding with fear, and his throat was choked with dread. He couldn't speak for a moment and could only shake his head stiffly.
Jiang Shan looked up at the gloomy sky and then looked down to check the newly updated weather forecast.
"Oh, is it because it's going to rain? Are you scared?"
She lifted her eyelids, and the small mole at the corner of her mouth moved with each word she spoke, like a rain curtain slowly unfolding on a gloomy day, silent and inexplicably captivating.
By the time Zhu Meng realized the rain had stopped, Jiang Shan was already waving his hand in front of his eyes.
"Zhu Meng?" Jiang Shan frowned slightly.
"……Um."
The faint scent of Six God Floral Water wafted from the girl, mixed with a subtle, natural sweet fragrance. Zhu Meng unconsciously inhaled, almost becoming too drunk to recover.
He turned his head away and gave a mumbled reply.
Jiang Shan is unusually calm today, or rather, he is unusually flustered.
Hmm... Has Jiang Shan seen through his terrible nature?
Unlike Zhu Mengguang, who hesitated to speak in front of the public, Jiang Shan was quite frank.
She extended her hand confidently.
"I knew it! Well... would you like my hand?"
A blessing is certainly necessary.
His sensitive skin is constantly alerting him, but when his skin hunger flares up, it exceeds the threshold that he can't tolerate.
As for other times, it's not that I don't feel uncomfortable.
It would be best if we could attach ourselves to the land.
But there are just too many people around...
As the company's CEO, Zhu Meng has good social skills. He has only been an adult for a short time and can calmly face interviews from reporters of all sizes. However, he usually speaks little to his subordinates, mostly giving orders and giving instructions.
He didn't consider himself a stage fright, but for some reason, being stared at by so many people made him feel a little uneasy.
"I……"
Zhu Meng squeezed his saliva twice, but couldn't squeeze out a single syllable.
"Are you two going to queue or not? There's such a big gap in front of us, can't you move forward a couple of steps?" Zhu Meng was still dawdling while carrying Jiang Shan's bag, and the person behind him in line got annoyed. "If you're not going to queue, then move aside and don't block the way!"
"...Excuse me, you can go ahead and line up."
Jiang Shan smiled apologetically at the people behind him.
She turned to leave the queue she had finally reached, took a couple of steps outside, and then turned back to grab his hand when she noticed Zhu Meng still standing there.
Jiang Shan's tone was very natural, but within that naturalness lay an irresistible forcefulness.
"Let's go outside and talk."
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