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

Chapter 188 Sister Meng's Obsessive Pursuit, A Secret Scheme
At 6:30 p.m., the twilight painted the sky orange-red.

Jiang Qing drove into the Binhu Shuangxi underground parking garage. The motion-sensor lights lit up one by one as the engine was turned off. Meng Ziyi peered out the car window at the floor indicator lights jumping in the rearview mirror, pressing her nose against the glass to make a small dot.

"Jiang Qing, your community's underground parking garage looks like a starry sky tunnel."

"It's just a combination of a reflector and an LED light strip."

As Jiang Qing unbuckled her seatbelt, the girl in the passenger seat had already jumped out to examine the electronic screen on the pillar.

"Slow down, don't be in a hurry."

He got out of the car unhurriedly, watching her look around with the curiosity of a child.

"Okay, let's go, let's go, I want to see what your house is like."

Meng Ziyi eagerly beckoned to him, looking quite excited.

Jiang Qing smiled and quickened his pace to grab her hand.

The two smiled at each other and walked side by side toward the elevator.

When the elevator mirror reflected their figures, Meng Ziyi suddenly turned around and poked him in the chest.

"I want a double portion of the sweet and sour pork with pineapple that you made at Peach Blossom Village last time!"

"We don't have enough ingredients."

Jiang Qing pressed the 12th floor button and chuckled as he watched her cheeks puff out instantly.

"But what if someone helps peel the garlic?"

"I'd even peel off ten heads!"

Her eyes lit up, and she gestured with both hands.

"And sweet and sour pork ribs and baby bok choy in broth!"

"Didn't you just eat lunch?"

"Want some more food?"

"Ok."

As they spoke, they stepped out of the elevator and walked to the door. Jiang Qing faced the camera and underwent facial recognition. The door lock emitted a crisp electronic sound, and Meng Ziyi immediately broke free from his hand and peeked out from behind the door frame.

The entryway sensor light turned on automatically, its warm yellow glow carrying a faint scent of sandalwood, creating a cool sensation that felt unlike summer.

She cheered, tossed her bag aside, and stepped barefoot onto the temperature-controlled floor tiles, her toes sinking into the soft carpet.

"This is hot!"

The girl couldn't help but turn around and exclaim in surprise.

"You won't feel cold even when you're barefoot in winter, thanks to the six-constant system."

Jiang Qing picked up her bag and put it away while opening the shoe cabinet.

He followed Meng Ziyi into the living room, carrying pink slippers, and saw her kneeling in front of the French windows, pressing the smart curtain button.

The neon lights of Huaihe Road outside the glass reflected in her pupils, making the daisy earrings swaying on her earlobes sparkle.

"Take a look at it yourself first, I'll get ready and start cooking."

"Okay!"

The girl gave him an "OK" sign.

When Jiang Qing returned after washing her face and rolled up her shirt sleeves, she found that Meng Ziyi had already put on an apron with a Shiba Inu head printed on it.

He thought the girl would wander around first, but he didn't expect her to be so quick.

She was holding up her phone, scrolling through her photo album, and shouting.

"I want to recreate the shrimp you made in Peach Blossom Village before! The one coated in golden breadcrumbs."

"Phoenix tail shrimp are crispy when freshly peeled."

Jiang Qing smiled as she took out chilled tiger prawns from the double-door refrigerator, the cold mist from the plastic box hitting the girl's cheek as she approached.

She cried out "Ouch!" and shrank her neck, then quickly hugged his arm and shook it gently.

"Chef Jiang, please teach me today!"

"Ok?"

Jiang Qing smiled and brought her face closer to her. The girl smiled and leaned in to give her a quick kiss.

"make a deal."

He then nodded.

"Hey~"

Meng Ziyi gave him a reproachful look.

Immediately, Meng Ziyi turned on the tap and began washing the shrimp, scrubbing the shells with her meticulously manicured nails.

The light pink shrimp meat "popped" into the glass bowl, and she held up the translucent shrimp shell and handed it to Jiang Qing.

"Jiang Qing, doesn't this look like little wings?"

"Be careful."

Jiang Qing grasped her hand, which was covered in ice shards.

"The tiger prawn's frontal fang is very sharp..."

"Okay, Teacher Jiang~"

She deliberately dragged out the tone, while her fingertips secretly reached for the pepper shaker on the counter.

A stainless steel bottle fell because someone wasn't paying attention, but Jiang Qing caught it without even looking up.

"Meng Ziyi, ten points will be deducted for being distracted in class."

"Teacher Jiang is so strict!"

She hummed softly, her head bowed and her voice sweet and delicate.

Jiang Qing glanced over and saw that the girl had expected him to wink at him cutely. He raised his hand and poked her forehead.

"Pay attention."

"Oh~"

Meng Ziyi responded softly, her eyelashes fluttering as she looked at Jiang Qing's profile as he cut ribs.

She was happy with everything that happened today. She accompanied him to work and back, then they cooked together, and she watched him make delicious food for her.

This is what happened in her dream, and it's actually happening now.

"Why are you dazed?"

Jiang Qing continued working with her hands, then suddenly spoke.

"My boyfriend is so handsome, what's wrong with me admiring him?"

The girl hugged him from behind, her tone incredibly self-righteous.

Jiang Qing turned to look at her and saw that she was glaring at him with her cheeks puffed out. He lowered his head and gently tapped her forehead.

"Makes sense."

"Hehe...right!"

Meng Ziyi squinted her eyes happily.

As the casserole began to simmer, Meng Ziyi tiptoed to reach the starch box in the top cabinet.

He brushed against Jiang Qing's back, then turned and held her waist.

"Didn't it have a pull-out basket?"

"I can reach it!"

She stretched out her arms defiantly, the hem of her halter top revealing a glimpse of her snow-white waistline.

Jiang Qing suddenly pressed a button next to the island counter, and the storage cabinet slowly lowered, startling her so much that she fell backward into his arms.

"Jiang Qing!"

She punched his shoulder with a bag of cornstarch.

"You're deliberately trying to make me look foolish!"

"Alright, let me teach you how to cook."

The girl stared blankly as he grasped her wrist and led her to the wok.

The rising steam blurred the oil splatter screen as Jiang Qing held her hand and turned the ribs in the pot.

The caramelized sugar shimmered with an amber light in the pan, and Meng Ziyi suddenly withdrew her hand.

"Wait! You haven't added the bay leaves yet!"

"It will be bitter if you leave it now."

Jiang Qing picked up a brown spice and waved it near her nose.

"We need to wait until the juice reduces."

"Okay, Michelin chef!"

She wrinkled her nose and made a face, then slipped out of his arms.

"I'll set the table!"

Jiang Qing shook his head and chuckled as he watched her retreating figure, his hands still busy as he began plating the food.

The smart disinfection cabinet glowed with a faint blue light, and Meng Ziyi tiptoed to reach the celadon bowl on the top shelf.

Her swaying figure was reflected on the glazed surface. Suddenly, a warm hand supported her elbow, and a familiar scent brushed past her ear.

"You have to press here to open this cabinet door."

"Your kitchen has many hidden mechanisms."

She pulled out a bowl and plate decorated with koi fish, then suddenly pointed to a bear mold on the drainer.

"Is this meant to be used to make cartoon rice balls for me?"

Jiang Qing turned around and went to turn off the stove as if nothing had happened.

"It's a free gift with a certain amount spent at the supermarket."

The girl smiled knowingly at his stubbornness.

By the time the six dishes were served, dusk had completely soaked through the clouds outside the window.

Meng Ziyi held up her phone and circled the dining table, the camera panning over the glistening sweet and sour pork ribs.

"I'm going to post this on Weibo and make my fans drool!"

"Tie your hair up first."

Jiang Qing handed her the hair tie and watched her bite it while humming a song indistinctly.

Under the warm light, the fine downy hair on the back of the girl's neck was clearly visible. He reached out and loosened her haphazardly tied bun.

"It's a rebellion."

"Oh, it's me."

The protest was silenced by the shrimp ball fed to her lips. Meng Ziyi glared at him with puffed-out cheeks, but caught a glimpse of a smile flickering in his eyes.

She suddenly reached out and wiped the sauce off the tip of his nose.

"Little kitten!"

Jiang Qing was taken aback for a moment, then smiled and pinched her cheek.

"Have a meal."

"Okay, let's eat!"

Meng Ziyi grabbed her chopsticks, cheered, and started eating.

Wow! This shrimp is delicious!

"These spare ribs are delicious too!"

"Oh my! It's been so long since I've had your cooking since Peach Blossom Village. I have time now, except for an event tomorrow. I'm going to rely on you for the rest of the week, hehe..."

Jiang Qing watched as the girl stuffed food into her mouth in a haphazard manner, her voice muffled, and couldn't help but chuckle.

"Slow down, no one's going to take it from you."

"I... gibberish."

He smiled and shook his head, then picked up the kettle and poured her some water.

Although I knew she was acting, I was genuinely happy. Fifteen minutes later, with the TV playing "My Own Swordsman" in the background, the dishwasher emitted a soft hum.

When Jiang Qing came out with the fruit platter, she saw the girl standing barefoot in front of the panoramic floor-to-ceiling window.

She drew hearts on the condensation on the glass with her breath, having a great time doing so.

Come and eat.

"Jiang Qing, look!"

She suddenly turned around and pointed excitedly out the window.

"Is that brightest star the Vega you pointed out to me before?"

"Let me see."

As Jiang Qing approached, she grabbed his wrist, pressing her warm palm against the cold glass.

He looked closely and then smiled at the expectant girl in front of him.

"That's it."

"I knew it! Hehe!"

She jumped up and down happily, shaking his hand repeatedly.

Just as she was about to speak, her phone suddenly vibrated in her pocket. She took it out and saw that it was a video call from "Xiao Ye". Jiang Qing waved the phone screen at her.

"Go ahead, Ono must have seen the trending topic."

Meng Ziyi nonchalantly gestured with his chin.

"Ah."

Jiang Qing responded and turned to walk towards the study.

When Jiang Qing pushed open the study door, the smart curtains automatically parted.

The moment he swiped to accept the video call, Zhou Ye, with his wet bangs, leaned in front of the camera.

"Hello hello! Jiang Qing!"

She tumbled into a pile of cushions, clutching the hotel's fluffy pillows, her white bathrobe collar askew, revealing her snow-white collarbone.

"I was suspended by wires for seven hours today, and my waist is all bruised."

Suddenly the camera spun around, and Jiang Qing chuckled as she looked at the swaying ceiling.

"The camera is upside down."

"I don't care!"

Zhou Ye held his phone up to the bedside lamp, his bare face glowing pink from the steam.

"Do you see a bump on my forehead? I bumped into a rockery prop this afternoon."

Jiang Qing leaned closer to the screen but couldn't see it clearly.

"Did you apply the medicine?"

"I applied the ointment that the crew gave me, and it smelled like mints."

Zhou Ye suddenly buried his face in the goose down pillow, his voice muffled.

You didn't even ask me why I made the call.

The digital clock on the bedside table showed 20:47. Jiang Qing smiled as she watched the upturned ends of her hair in the video.

"You saw it trending?"

"Humph!"

She suddenly looked up, and the dog pendant hanging from her hair tie swayed in front of the camera.

"Why didn't you invite me when you went to your company, Sister Meng! We agreed to go see that robot that can do somersaults together last time."

Jiang Qing smiled and tapped the edge of her phone with her knuckles.

"She came to the jewelry exhibition on Huaihe Road and took the opportunity to try out the new smart fitting mirror."

Zhou Ye suddenly knelt up, his bathrobe sash hanging over the bed sheet.

"The one you told me about last time? That mirror can really create a hundred different hairstyles?"

"To be precise, there are 1024 combinations."

Jiang Qing caught a glimpse of a shadow swaying under the door crack in her peripheral vision.

"Including the double ponytail bubble braids you mentioned last time."

"Ahhh! I want to play!"

She rushed to the head of the bed, grabbed the script, and slapped it against the pillow.

"I'll fly over next time I have a break! Tell the cafeteria lady to prepare braised fish, and..."

"Teacher Zhou, here's your iced Americano."

The knocking interrupted the coquettish act, and Zhou Ye hurriedly pulled a thin blanket over his legs.

Jiang Qing watched as the coffee splattered onto the back of her hand, and only when she pulled out a tissue did she realize they were separated by a screen, so she silently put her hand down.

"Drink less iced drinks, especially at night."

"I know~"

Zhou Ye stuck out his tongue and pushed the cup away, then suddenly pulled his phone to his chin.

"Jiang Qing, your eyes are so red! Did you stay up all night modifying code again?"

"We will test the newly developed eye protection mode during the afternoon meeting."

Jiang Qing pinched the bridge of her nose.

Regarding the color temperature issue with the reading light you mentioned last time, I'll send a test version to your production team next week.

Zhou Ye rolled over and lay face down, swinging his legs, revealing half of his fair ankles beneath the hem of his bathrobe.

"It needs to have a little moon pattern engraved on it! Like the night lamp in Peach Blossom Village."

Her voice suddenly softened, and her fingertips unconsciously dug at the seams of the bed sheet.

Suddenly, the sound of dishes clattering came from outside the door. The moment Jiang Qing turned her head, Zhou Ye had already perked up his ears alertly.

"Can you hear something on your end?"

"The robot vacuum cleaner bumped into the coffee table."

Jiang Qing tapped the microphone of her phone with her finger; the metallic clanging sound perfectly masked the noise outside.

"What other designs did you say you wanted?"

Zhou Ye rolled over to the head of the bed, his chin resting on the Talking Tom pillow.

"It's all kinds of small animals! The cute kind..."

Jiang Qing gazed at the expectation flickering in her eyes and tapped her index finger lightly on the table.

In the video, the girl's toes swayed gently to the beat, and she was completely unaware that her bathrobe had slipped off her shoulders.

"Jiang Qing."

She suddenly buried half her face in the cushion, her voice like melting cotton candy.

"When I can rest for two days in a row, shall we go ride the Ferris wheel again?"

"Okay, anytime is fine."

"Hook!"

Zhou Ye extended his little finger and pressed it against the camera lens, his nose forming a cute curve on the screen.

"It's the puppy that's lying!"

"Ah."

Jiang Qingxu touched the hot screen with his fingers.

"Go to sleep early, you still have to be suspended by wires tomorrow."

"Yes, butler!"

Zhou Ye blew a kiss to the camera, then suddenly seemed to remember something and let out a soft exclamation.

Wait! I'll show you something.

The video suddenly stopped, and a new message notification popped up on Jiang Qing's lock screen.

Clicking on it revealed a photo of Zhou Ye's back in the hotel mirror. Sure enough, there was a bruise the size of a thumb on his fair back and lower back, with a crooked smiley face drawn next to it.

"It hurts so much (pouting)"

The following message was full of coquettishness. Jiang Qing raised an eyebrow, replied with a hug emoji, and then smiled at the girl's "grinning" emoji.

What a spoiled brat!

On the open-air balcony.

A night breeze swept past twelve stories high, and Meng Ziyi suddenly sneezed. The next second, a shirt still warm from her body covered her head.

"Jiang Qing!"

The sound muffled by the fabric carried a hint of laughter.

"Does this count as keeping a female celebrity under your wing?"

"So what if we calculate it?"

Jiang Qing wrapped his arms around her slender waist from behind.

"Then I'm going to report you, I... um..."

The unspoken words were swallowed between his lips and teeth as his chin was pinched.

Meng Ziyi's body quickly went limp, and she wrapped her arms around Jiang Qing's neck in a passionate response.

They kissed their way back to the bedroom from the rooftop, where, with each other's help, they became intimate.

As the night breeze lifted the gauze curtains, moonlight spilled over the slippers on the carpet, and before the smart curtains closed completely, the last ray of silver light swept across the overlapping shadows.

In her daze, Meng Ziyi grabbed the corner of his clothes and mumbled something.

"I want to have scallion pancakes for breakfast tomorrow..."

"it is good."

Jiang Qing moved his gaze from her collarbone to her lips.

"More... um... be gentle!"

"Come on, flip it over."

Jiang Qing patted her round bottom.

"Disgusting~"

Meng Ziyi gave him a flirtatious glance, then obediently knelt down.

Jiang Qing lowered her eyes and looked at the slender waist in front of her, which connected to the high and rounded breasts. The curves were beautifully interpreted by her.

His breathing gradually became heavy.

"Mengmeng, you are so beautiful!"

"Then what are we waiting for?"

The girl turned around and smiled, her eyes revealing a captivating charm.

"coming!"

Jiang Qing said nothing more and leaned forward.

"Hoo~ Jiang, Jiang Qing!"

Meng Ziyi gasped for breath.

"how?"

Are you really a tech person?

"of course."

"Pah! I don't think so, you... ah..."

"Pay attention."

"Too heavy, you bastard!"

(End of this chapter)