Huayu 2021: Isn’t he in the technology field?

Chapter 164 Assistant Jiang, His Girlfriend is Super Fierce
Beijing, 7:07 PM, inside the Marie Claire photography studio.

Jiang Qing pulled her hat brim down, with Li Yitong's off-white tote bag slung over her shoulder and a glass of iced Americano in her right hand.

The makeup artist's high heels made a crisp sound on the wooden floor as she passed by for the third time.

Jiang Qing kept his eyes straight ahead, ignoring the flirtatious glances she threw at him.

"The new assistant?"

Suddenly, a female staff member walked up to him and poked his arm with a rolled-up flowchart.

"Please move the reflector to area C."

Li Yitong was adjusting her earrings in front of the mirror when her crescent-shaped eyes glanced at her from behind.

"Xiao Jiang, hurry up! You won't pass your internship if you don't perform well."

Jiang Qing resignedly lifted the two-meter-tall reflector with one hand, her lips twitching slightly beneath her black mask.

When the shirt cuffs slipped down to the elbows, the models in the next studio, who were shooting a women's clothing show, all turned their heads.

Those strong arm lines, combined with that tall stature, make him incredibly handsome, even with a hat and mask on!
"that."

A styling assistant with pigtails jogged over, her phone screen lit up with a QR code, her face full of anticipation.

"Can I add you on WeChat? We have a street photography project."

"He has a girlfriend."

Li Yitong turned around from the makeup chair, looking at them with her eyes crinkling.

"I was up all night yesterday, and I almost got late for work today and had my salary docked."

The entire studio suddenly fell silent. The photographer, who was adjusting the lights, trembled, and the top light slammed onto Jiang Qing's feet.

When the girl with pigtails ran away blushing, Li Yitong laughed so hard she curled up in her chair.

Jiang Qing shoved the reflector into the slot with a thud and leaned down to grind his teeth in her ear.

"Does Teacher Li love to act?"

"Assistant Jiang's attitude warrants a pay cut."

She poked at the name tag on his chest with her fingertip, a smug smile on her face.

"Ah……"

Jiang Qing sneered and gave her a threatening look that said, "You just wait."

Li Yitong met his gaze without fear, but her heart was pounding.

I have a feeling the retaliation will be fierce!

A moment later, filming officially began.

The first set of photos features a springtime girl theme.

When Li Yitong came out of the dressing room wearing a cherry blossom pink tulle dress, Jiang Qing tilted the coffee cup in her hand slightly, and the ice cubes made a crisp sound.

He looked on with interest, carefully examining the female celebrity whose style had suddenly changed.

"Assistant Jiang."

She twirled around, holding the hem of her skirt, and gave him a gentle wink.

"Could you check if my petticoat is crooked?"

Jiang Qing took a half step forward and suddenly stopped. Five girls holding up their phones were watching from outside the set.

He bent down and placed the coffee in her hand.

"Check it yourself."

"So fierce?"

Li Yitong drank her coffee from his hand, leaving a complete lip print on the rim of the cup.

"I need someone to help me change my clothes later."

"Teacher Li!"

The photographer's assistant walked over with a lighting board.

"It's time to start!"

"okay."

She responded crisply.

Jiang Qing retreated behind the monitor, watching her transform into a sweet girl under the spotlight.

Her crescent-shaped eyes curved into a perfect arc, and when her fingertips lightly touched her cheeks, even the air seemed to become lighter.

It wasn't until the stagehands brought over a two-meter-tall blower that, in the instant his skirt billowed, he instinctively turned to the side to block the onlookers' cameras.

Li Yitong smiled and mouthed to him, "I have safety shorts."

The second set of looks is that of a dark queen.

When Li Yitong, dressed in a black sequined fishtail dress, was moved out of the dressing room, Jiang Qing was helping the stylist organize the clothes hangers.

The metal chain brushed against the back of his hand, and when he looked up, he was facing the openwork shoulder blades of her back.

"zipper."

She turned her back, her voice tinged with a triumphant laugh.

"I can't reach it."

Just as Jiang Qing's fingertips touched the cold metal buckle, three magazine editors holding coffee walked by.

He quickly zipped up his jacket and took two steps back, only to hear her gasp.

"My hair got caught!"

"do not move."

He had to move closer, the scent of citrus perfume lingering around his nose.

As he carefully picked out a strand of hair from between the zipper teeth with his fingertips, he heard her suppressed laughter.

"Why are Mr. Jiang's hands shaking?"

"Teacher Li."

He suddenly leaned down, his hot breath blowing behind her ear.

The third button is undone.

Li Yitong suddenly turned around and covered her chest, only to see that he had already retreated to a safe distance, his eyebrows and eyes curving mischievously above his black mask.

This person is really vengeful.

She secretly complained.

By the time the shoot reached the fourth outfit, Jiang Qing had already moved equipment for six staff members, picked up props for three models, and successfully rejected eleven attempts to flirt with them.

When Li Yitong walked out of the dressing room in a black suit, he was surrounded by three interns asking him, "How did you train your shoulder and neck lines?"

"Xiaojiang..."

She walked over with a "thump-thump-thump" sound in her ten-centimeter high heels, her long black hair swaying at her collarbone.

Where is my lip balm?

As the crowd dispersed, Jiang Qing pulled a cherry-flavored lipstick from her pocket.

Li Yitong didn't answer, but tilted her head back and closed her eyes.

"No hands."

The makeup artist tactfully turned to adjust the foundation, and the moment Jiang Qing unscrewed the lipstick, she suddenly tiptoed closer.

"Did you give your WeChat to that girl in the JK uniform?"

"Give it."

He applied the paint with a blank expression.

"We've made plans to have hot pot tonight."

The lipstick snapped in two with a "snap," and a dangerous glint flashed in Li Yitong's open crescent-shaped eyes.

Jiang Qing slowly and methodically applied the ointment to her hands.

"Teacher Li, this is the third lipstick I broke today."

"I can afford it, huh!"

He couldn't help but smile as he watched the haughty older sister turn away.

In the last half hour before wrapping up, the editor-in-chief of Marie Claire personally brought out macarons.

Li Yitong was munching on a dessert and scrolling through her phone when she suddenly burst out laughing and collapsed onto the vanity table.

"Jiangzhou Fishing Fire Super Topic. Hahahaha! They're saying the endorsement fee you gave to Xiaoye was a betrothal gift!"

Jiang Qing was replying to Zhou Ye's message when she heard this and looked up.

"Does Teacher Li need a betrothal gift?"

"Then I want it."

She swung her toes as she thought.

"The restaurant on the top floor of China World Trade Center Phase 3 offers macarons year-round."

"Buy the restaurant tomorrow."

"So generous?"

"Isn't it only natural to give it to Teacher Li?"

"I……"

The editor-in-chief of Marie Claire suddenly approached, and the two of them tacitly stopped talking.

The middle-aged woman with short, silver-gray hair scrutinized Jiang Qing with piercing eyes.

"Would this gentleman be interested in shooting a series of stunning photos? That's our topic for next time."

"He's busy!"

Li Yitong smiled and put her arm around Jiang Qing's shoulder.

"Editor-in-chief, this is my personal assistant."

Jiang Qing nodded in agreement.

The female editor's gaze swept between the two of them twice, then she suddenly smiled and clapped her hands.

"Oh, right! We're missing a couple for the next couples special, you guys..."

"His girlfriend will be jealous."

Li Yitong shook her head with a serious expression.

"His girlfriend is super fierce!"

"OK then."

The editor-in-chief of Marie Claire walked away with a look of regret.

The two looked at each other and burst out laughing at the same time.

On the way back, Li Yitong was laughing out loud while flipping through behind-the-scenes footage.

Jiang lowered the partition and took off the mask that had been stuffy for more than two hours.

"What are you laughing at?"

"The editor-in-chief sent me the photos he secretly took of you."

She turned the screen around and burst into laughter.

The accompanying text is about chivalry!

Jiang Qing reached out and pinched the back of her neck. "Who is that princess?"

"Of course it is me."

She nestled into his arms.

"Didn't you see the heartbroken expressions on those girls' faces?"

Jiang Qing's phone suddenly vibrated. She took it out and casually tapped the screen. Liu Haocun's voice message was immediately played.

"Jiang Qing, I'm also in the capital! Tonight."

Li Yitong quickly pressed pause, her crescent-shaped eyes narrowing dangerously.

"Does President Jiang have plans tonight?"

"It might have happened."

"now what?"

Jiang Qing turned off her phone and tossed it aside.

"Now I suddenly remembered that there is a restaurant that needs to be acquired."

"laugh……"

Li Yitong suddenly burst out laughing, burying her face in his chest and nuzzling him repeatedly.

"You know what's going on!"

As the muffled sound rang out, Jiang Qing pinched her chin and lifted it up, quickly finding his target.

"No~"

The night became exceptionally alluring.

At 10 p.m., when the elevator numbers jumped to the 30th floor, Li Yitong stuck the room card to Jiang Qing's chest.

"The way President Jiang swipes his card is the coolest."

"I feel so too."

Jiang Qing nodded seriously, which made her laugh and lean on his shoulder.

As soon as the metal door closed, Li Yitong suddenly stood on tiptoe and pulled down his collar.

"I didn't finish talking about that girl in the JK uniform earlier in the car."

"Is Teacher Li so concerned?"

Jiang Qing leaned against the elevator mirror with one hand.

"Oh, by the way, remember to go to that restaurant in Guomao tomorrow."

"Are you really going?"

Li Yitong paused, her hand gripping her collar, and her eyes widened in surprise.

"The contract requires the person's signature."

He lowered his head and kissed her forehead.

"Don't forget tomorrow, Teacher Li."

Li Yitong chuckled, grabbed his collar, swiped her card, and dragged him into the room.

The crystal chandelier cast a warm yellow glow in the entryway. As she slammed the door shut, she kicked off her high heels and stepped barefoot into his leather shoes.

What should the restaurant owner do now?

"Check employee performance."

Jiang Qing unbuttoned two buttons on her shirt with one hand.

I broke three lipsticks today.

"My sister doesn't care."

She poked his chest with her fingertip and stepped back.

"As long as it satisfies my boss."

The retreating steps stopped when they reached the coffee table.

Li Yitong casually slumped onto the sofa armrest, her crescent-shaped eyes curving into those of a little fox.

"Is President Jiang so hot-tempered?"

"Would someone with a fiery temper buy you a restaurant?"

Jiang Qing bent his knees and pressed down on her skirt.

"Did Teacher Li teach math with the PE teacher?"

"My math teacher is so handsome."

She hooked a few strands of his hair that were hanging down and twirled them between her fingers.

"Especially when discussing probability theory."

"I know this question well."

Jiang Qing grasped her misbehaving hand.

"When event A occurs, event B must occur simultaneously."

The neon lights outside the floor-to-ceiling windows reflected on his profile, and Li Yitong stared at his bobbing Adam's apple and swallowed.

"for example?"

"for example."

Warm breath suddenly landed beside my ear.

"Jiang Qing will..."

The unspoken words vanished between their pressed lips.

Li Yitong suddenly tightened her grip on his shoulders, squinting as she counted his eyelashes until her lower back pressed against the remote control.

"and many more!"

She turned her head away from the kiss that was chasing her.

"You haven't mentioned the restaurant yet."

Jiang Qing took out her phone and unlocked it. The moment the screen lit up, the restaurant transfer agreement was displayed in the pinned WeChat chat window.

Li Yitong's eyes widened as she snatched the phone, her fingertips swiping across the 99+ unread messages.

"Jiang Qing, are you crazy? You're really going to acquire it?"

"Teacher Li needs a year-round supply of macarons."

He lowered his head and bit her earlobe.

"spendthrift!"

She laughed and playfully punched his shoulder.

"I want to be able to eat whenever I want, not buy the whole restaurant!"

The protests were silenced.

Jiang Qing pulled away the phone that was in the way and threw it onto the sofa. When he cupped the back of her head with his palm, he touched the loose hair clip.

With her silky black hair spread across a cream-colored cushion, Li Yitong suddenly arched her back and burst into laughter.

Wait! Your watch is digging into my skin.

The metal watch strap clicked off and fell onto the cashmere blanket. Jiang Qing rolled up her sleeves, revealing her forearm.

"Where else is it hurting?"

Li Yitong's ears turned bright red instantly, and she raised her leg to kick him, but her ankle was grabbed.

Her purple skirt slid down the sofa, and she hurriedly grabbed a cushion.

"Jiang Qing, you fouled!"

"It was Teacher Li who tore up the cooperation agreement first."

He flicked her forehead with his finger.

"You promised to tease me a maximum of three times a day."

"Did I take too much?"

She blinked, pretending to be stupid.

"The fourth time was when she tugged at my collar in the elevator, the fifth time was when she pretended to be jealous, and the sixth time..."

A wet kiss silenced the incessant counting.

Li Yitong clung to his shoulders and tilted her neck back. When her fingernails accidentally grazed the back of his neck, she felt the person on top of her suddenly become erratic in breathing.

A faint humming sound came from the central air conditioning vents, and she secretly chuckled as she bit his lower lip.

"President Jiang's composure has waned."

"Thanks to Teacher Li."

Jiang Qing suddenly picked her up and carried her horizontally.

Do we need to review the restrictive terms?

Which one?

She dangled her feet in mid-air.

"No."

The moment the lamp switch was pressed, the entire room was plunged into darkness.

Li Yitong's exclamation was swallowed by the pillow, and Jiang Qing's laughing voice rang out amidst the sound of fabric rubbing together.

"Read the contract yourself."

The hazy moonlight filtered through the gauze curtains, and Li Yitong reached out to touch his brow bone.

"Jiang Qing."

"Ok?"

"Actually, we don't need to buy a restaurant."

"late."

He caught her finger and gently bit it.

"The deposit has been paid."

"Then I'll eat you out of house and home every day!"

"Now that's your restaurant."

The phone on the bedside table suddenly lit up, and Jiang Qing stretched out her arm to turn it off.

"Ms. Li, please remind me tomorrow."

"Jiang Qing!"

She grabbed his ear.

"You're not allowed to think about work at a time like this!"

The low laughter made his chest tremble, and Jiang Qing rolled over and pulled him into the blanket.

"Yes, ma'am."

"Well……"

(End of this chapter)