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

Chapter 195 Am I good-looking? Wang Churan's madness
At 9:17 p.m., the streetlights along the artificial lake cast long, thin streaks of light across the water as Jiang Qing strolled leisurely ahead.

Wang trembled, trailing half a step behind, her high heels clicking on the wooden boardwalk at a beat slower than her heartbeat.

The artificial lake by the roadside where they temporarily stopped was relatively secluded. Passersby would occasionally glance at the two people, who were both very well-built and had outstanding figures, but they never recognized them.

Why didn't you say you'd be coming today?

Jiang Qing suddenly stopped and turned around, and Wang Cherish almost bumped into his arms.

She stepped on her skirt while hurriedly backing away, and Jiang Qing helped her stand up by supporting her elbow.

"Think of a surprise for Jiang Shen."

She gripped her skirt tightly.

"There should be a surprise, right?"

The girl looked up at him, her eyes filled with anticipation.

Carp leaping from the lake splashed water as Jiang Qing released her elbow and turned to watch the ripples spread.

"Hmm... there's been some trouble at your company after you rejected that drama."

"No, it's just an agreement of intent."

Wang blurted out the answer, then quickly shook his head.

"Thanks to you at the China World Trade Center last time."

The voice suddenly weakened, and the tips of her ears turned red in the night.

Jiang Qing raised an eyebrow at her.

"About dancing?"

"Yes, they thought so."

Wang trembled and grabbed a strand of hair that had drifted in front of her eyes, tucking it behind her ear.

"They thought I was related to you, so they didn't blame me. They even helped me find a lot of notebooks recently."

These words were spoken so softly and quickly, as if afraid they would be blown away by the night wind.

"That's good, otherwise I would have caused you to lose a role and get scolded as a result."

Jiang Qing lowered her eyes to look at the girl in front of her.

"This is really unfair to the fans."

"No, it's okay to be scolded."

Wang looked up at him with a serious expression.

"Oh, I see."

Jiang Qing paused for a moment, then smiled, nodded, and turned to walk away.

The girl stared at his retreating figure, puzzled, before quickly chasing after him.

When the two reached a pavilion, Jiang Qing suddenly turned around and reached out to her.

"Give me the phone."

Wang was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly unlocked the device and handed it over.

The moment the screen lights up, a photo of Jiang Qing from a few days ago at Wuwen Technology appears on the lock screen wallpaper.

The difference is that the photo that was originally posted online with Meng Ziyi was now cropped out so that only he was left on the wallpaper.

Wang Cheran changed the photo just two days ago.

Jiang Qing glanced at her, then opened her WeChat Moments. The latest post was from three hours ago.

"I saw Jiang Shen! He was wearing a dark gray shirt today!"

Scrolling back further, there are several posts almost every day.

"You send so many messages every day?"

Jiang Qing turned her phone over and waved it at her.

"Although it's set to be visible only to myself."

Wang, blushing, snatched her phone back and hid it behind her back, her silk dress bunching up at her waist.

"It's like writing a diary."

She stared down at the tips of her shoes, her voice barely audible.

"If you don't like it, I..."

"A very unique way of supporting celebrities."

Jiang Qing interrupted her with a smile, then turned and leaned against the railing.

"But you can send it to me directly next time."

Wang looked up suddenly, his eyes reflecting the dazzling neon signs on the opposite bank.

"Is it really possible?"

"As long as you don't post technical issues at 3 a.m.

Jiang Qing smiled and pointed to the phone she was clutching tightly.

"The spiking neuron model you asked about last time."

"I researched for three months before I dared to ask that question!"

The girl took a quick half-step forward.

"Frame by frame from your open course video at USTC"

The sound stopped suddenly.

Jiang Qing suddenly reached out to her, his fingertips brushing through her hair.

Wang Churan froze like a statue until he saw the willow leaf he was holding between his fingers.

"Autumn comes late in Luyang."

Jiang Qing placed the willow leaf on the railing.

"You turned down that role, and your agent didn't give you any trouble?"

"The agent was so angry that he smashed his thermos."

She lowered her head and unconsciously stroked the edge of her phone.

"However, Mr. Zhang later said..."

The girl paused, biting her lower lip and refusing to speak further.

Jiang Qing waited a few seconds, observed her expression, and then suddenly chuckled.

"You're going to use your feminine wiles? If you succeed, you'll get resources?"

Wang panicked and waved his hands in a fluster.

"No! Mr. Zhang just said that perhaps Jiang Shen, you could be more accommodating because I'm a fan."

Before the words were even finished, a fountain light show suddenly lit up in the center of the lake.

As the golden light exploded in her pupils, Jiang Qing saw his own profile smiling gently on her phone's screen saver.

He was probably talking to Sister Meng at the time.

"Does Jiang Shen know?"

The girl suddenly raised her voice, drowning out the sound of the fountain.

"People in the supertopic are saying that all the female celebrities who have been in contact with you have ulterior motives."

Jiang Qing picked up a pebble and skipped it across the water.

"So you are too?"

"Of course not!"

She spoke with absolute certainty, her eyes wide open.

"Okay, don't be nervous, I believe in you."

Jiang Qing flicked her forehead with her finger.

The girl touched the spot where Jiang Qing had just flicked her skin and stared blankly for a moment before the corners of her mouth began to turn up involuntarily.

She stared at Jiang Qing's profile and suddenly wished time could stop at this moment.

As the five water droplets bloomed one after another, Jiang Ting heard the sound of fabric rubbing together.

Wang Churan had taken off her high heels at some point and was walking barefoot on the wooden floor, her snow-white insteps covered with grass clippings.

"When we parted last time, I was thinking about when I would see you again."

She stood on tiptoe, holding onto the railing, her long hair flying wildly in the night wind.

"When Mr. Zhang contacted me a couple of days ago..."

Jiang Qing suddenly took out her phone.

Wang glanced at the WeChat message that popped up on the lock screen; it was a dog tilting its head emoji sent by Zhou Ye.

She landed back on her tiptoes and gripped the railing tightly with her fingers.

When Jiang Qing looked up after reading the message, she had already put on a sweet smile.

"Is Yezi filming 'Heart Protector' in Hengdian?"

Jiang Qing looked at her curiously.

"You know Ono too?"

"I've met her at the event, but we're not particularly close. Actually, I'm closer to Mengmeng; we've recorded a show together before."

She bent down to put on her shoes, her loose hair obscuring her expression.

"Yezi has a great personality and small features. I've always envied her."

Jiang Qing reached out to help her steady her wobbly heels.

The moment the warm palm touched his ankle, Wang Churan trembled and instinctively grabbed his wrist.

"Jiang Shen, what do you think..."

"Ok?"

"do I look good?"

She mustered her courage and spoke, trying hard to keep her eyes from wandering and staring straight at him.

Jiang Qing's hand was still supporting her ankle, and he blinked when he heard this. The mist from the fountain was swept onto her face by the wind, and Wang Churan saw his Adam's apple seem to bounce twice.

"Didn't your agent teach you not to ask men these kinds of questions?"

Jiang Qing let go of his hand and straightened up, his dark gray shirt clinging to his back in the wind.

Wang Churan pursed her lips as if nothing was wrong.

"My fans all say I look good in period costumes, but I think I look alright in modern clothes too."

She suddenly stood on tiptoe, her nose almost touching his chin.

"Jiang Shen, what do you think?"

Jiang Qing looked down at her, her body slightly tense.

The girl's eyes were misty, her eyelashes still clung to fountain droplets, and her red lips looked like ripe cherries in the night.

It's dazzlingly beautiful.

"You look beautiful in modern clothes too."

Jiang Qing turned her face away and casually took out her phone to check the time.

"It's past ten o'clock, let me take you home."

He turned and walked away without waiting for her reply.

Wang looked at his retreating figure with a slight smile on her lips.

"Jiang Shen, wait for me~"

She called out in a spoiled and coquettish tone, then lifted her skirt and hurried after him.

Half an hour later, the hotel's revolving door tore the two people's shadows apart and then reformed them.

Wang was counting the eighth marble tile under his feet when he suddenly stopped and turned around.

"Would you like to come up for a seat, have some tea to sober up, Jiang Shen?"

She spoke so naturally, as if she had no idea what it meant to invite a strange man into the room at this hour.

Jiang Qing didn't think much of it, simply assuming it was just a fan's reluctance to part.

He glanced at his watch; it was already 10:47.

"Too late."

"It's right in the lobby tea area!"

Wang trembled, clutching her skirt, her voice suddenly rising and then quickly falling back down.

"Five minutes, just five minutes, okay?"

Seeing her tense jawline and expectant eyes, Jiang Qing finally nodded in agreement.

Are you going back to Shanghai tomorrow morning?

"The 8 o'clock flight."

Wang was terrified and followed him side by side toward the teahouse.

She caught a glimpse of a financial magazine lying on the sofa in the rest area; the cover happened to show Jiang Qing's profile.

In Luyang, Jiang Qing appears quite frequently in similar publications.

Wuwen Technology collaborates with the government on many projects, including with many leading local companies.

Two glasses of lemonade.

After taking his seat, Jiang Qing held up two fingers to the approaching staff member, then turned around and saw Wang Cheran wiping the coaster in front of him with a wet wipe.

"The hotel should be disinfected every day."

He gripped the rim of the cup to stop her from continuing.

Wang Cherish's eyelashes trembled slightly. She obediently put down her cup, then took out her phone and opened her photo album.

"Look at this!"

The screen showed a photo of Jiang Qing attending the Baidu AI Conference. He was gesturing with his right hand, a confident smile on his face.

"I haven't even been able to post this picture on the super topic; I've kept it on my phone all this time."

Jiang Qing's finger, which was swiping through photos, suddenly stopped. The next photo was a candid shot of him shaking hands with a female investor at a dinner party.

"She had just been divorced less than six months ago."

Wang Churan's voice was so soft it sounded like she was talking about the weather.

"Her second husband took away 300 million yuan of her assets."

Jiang Qing raised an eyebrow slightly and placed her phone face down on the table.

"You should become a detective."

"As long as it's about you"

She suddenly fell silent and lowered her head to gulp down her lemonade.

Amidst the clinking of ice cubes, Jiang Qing's phone screen lit up.

Wang glanced at the message that popped up on the lock screen and saw that it was an emoji sent by Zhou Ye.

Jiang Qing opened the message, glanced at it, and then turned off the screen. She saw an undisguised smile rising in his eyes.

"You should go back and pack your bags."

"Oh...hehe."

Wang agreed without hesitation, then covered his mouth and chuckled shyly.

"Jiang Shen, could you take me to the elevator?"

She carefully extended one finger.

"Ok."

Jiang Qing didn't think much of it, just considering it as fulfilling the fans' wishes.

When the elevator announced that it had reached the 23rd floor, Wang suddenly turned around.

"Jiang Shen!"

Her hands were tightly clasped together, and her voice was filled with excitement.

"Today is the happiest day of my year."

"Well, let's go."

Jiang Qing smiled and gestured towards the elevator exit with her chin.

"Ah."

Wang Churan obediently responded, stepped out of the elevator, and turned back to wave to him.

Jiang Qing smiled and nodded in response, and the smile on the girl's face gradually faded only after the elevator doors closed completely.

The green light from the fire escape reflected on her profile, creating an eerie interplay of light and shadow.

The moment she swiped her card to enter the room, Wang Cherish immediately flung off her high heels.

As she walked barefoot across the carpet, she pulled out a folded wet wipe from the lining of her handbag; it was the same wet wipe Jiang Qing had used to wipe her hands at the teahouse.

She placed a wet wipe in front of the vanity mirror and turned on her phone to record.

Jiang Qing's voice echoed on the screen as she said, "You should go back and pack your bags." She repeatedly dragged the progress bar to check if her own laughter could be heard in the background.

No. No.

Her fingernails made a screeching sound as she scratched the screen, and she suddenly grabbed the hotel room phone.

"This is 2307. I'm sending the paper shredder over now."

While waiting, she tore the magazine pages with Jiang Qing's photo into snowflakes.

Ten minutes later, amidst the hum of the paper shredder, a voice message from the agent could be heard.

"Don't forget the shampoo commercial shoot tomorrow, Korran."

Wang trembled as he stepped on his constantly vibrating phone until the voice message played automatically for the third time.

At 12:17 a.m., Wang trembled and curled up at the foot of the bed to send a message to Jiang Qing.

"Is Jiang Shen asleep? I suddenly remembered I forgot to mention today, the way you twirled the microphone during your speech was particularly beautiful!"

She stared at the sent message and suddenly grabbed the notepad from her bedside table.

The pen nib tore through the paper as she frantically copied down every word Jiang Qing had said that day.

You look beautiful in modern clothes too.

You should go back and pack your bags.

"You should become a detective."

When she was writing it for the thirty-seventh time, she suddenly grabbed the guest room phone and slammed it against the wall.

"Why Zhou Ye! Why can't it be me! I'm handsome too!"

"Mengmeng! You two are getting so close, are you really just friends?"

"And Chen Duling! Tian Xiwei..."

The voice gradually became hysterical.

A dozen minutes later, she walked barefoot into the bathroom.

The showerhead poured cold water over her long dress, while her phone played videos of Jiang Qing's past public lectures on the sink.

Wang Churan, completely unconcerned, walked to the mirror with water droplets all over her body and began practicing smiling in front of the mirror.

Her wet hair clung to her pale face, and her smile held a hint of ferocity.

"Jiang Shen!!!"

Suddenly, he picked up a hairdryer and smashed it against the mirror.

"you are mine!"

Cracks spread from between her brows, and countless shattered Jiang Qings swayed in the mirror.

A moment later, she raised her head, her hands supporting her on the table, breathing rapidly. Her eyes were slightly red, but she put on a sweet and gentle smile again.

She picked up her phone, opened Weibo, and posted the photo she hadn't shared before in Jiang Qing's super topic.

Caption: 0.5 millimeters away from the stars today.

(End of this chapter)