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

Chapter 257 The Blooming of the Flower of Human Wealth
The carved wooden door of the Bamboo Pavilion closed gently behind me, shutting out the sound of the babbling water in the courtyard.

Jiang Qing's palm was still burning hot against the smooth cheongsam fabric on Jing Tian's lower back. She leaned half of her body against him, her high heels clicking slightly off-key on the bluestone pavement.

Neither of them spoke, but they exchanged a knowing glance.

There was still a lingering wetness in his eyes, and a burning, unspoken understanding that had completely touched his heartstrings.

"The car is at the alley entrance."

Jiang Qing's voice was a few decibels lower than usual, with a barely perceptible hoarseness, as if it had been sanded.

He used a little force in his arms to support the plump, soft body in his embrace.

Jing Tian gave a soft "hmm," buried her face in his shoulder and rubbed against him, her nostrils filled with the clean scent of his body mixed with a hint of red wine.

She didn't ask where they were going, but instead entrusted her weight to him with greater trust. The hand he wasn't holding unconsciously curled at the fingertips and gently rested on his strong forearm.

A black sedan silently glided towards the alley entrance.

The driver, Zhou Zhengkai, lowered the partition without looking to the side.

He was the new driver that Chen Duo had just found for Jiang Qing. He had previously worked as a mercenary in a war-torn area abroad. After returning to China, he worked for a security company and was spotted by Chen Duo because of his exceptional skills.

He is 35 years old this year, 180 cm tall, with a resolute face, upright posture, and piercing eyes. He exudes an aura that keeps strangers at bay.

Previously, Jiang Qing always preferred to travel alone, and even he was unwilling to take her along. However, as Jiang Qing's identity was exposed and she gradually became known to the public, she could no longer travel as freely and needed someone to protect her.

Chen Duo had specifically looked into his family. Zhou Zhengkai decided to return to China to settle down for the sake of his wife and children. This kind of person is a very suitable candidate for a bodyguard.

Chen Duo originally planned to find three people, but Jiang Qing felt it was too high-profile, so she only needed one.

The quality of soldiers is more important than quantity.

Upon entering the back seat, the enclosed space was instantly filled with the heat emanating from the two individuals and the lingering aroma of alcohol.

The slight vibration as the car door closed felt like some kind of signal.

Jing Tian almost immediately turned to the side and, using the dim light inside the car, kissed Jiang Qing's lips again.

This time, there was less of the desperate gamble in the private room and more of an eagerness to explore and confirm.

She cupped his face in her soft palms, her fingertips gently caressing the barely noticeable stubble on his chin with an almost greedy touch.

Jiang Qing's response was equally direct and passionate. He held the back of her neck with one hand, deepening the kiss, while his other hand slid down the breathtakingly fitted lines of her cheongsam waist, feeling its amazing elasticity through the thin velvet fabric.

Jing Tian's soft, pert buttocks changed into various shapes, but she didn't flinch at all. She even twisted them deliberately so that he could feel them more deeply.

A satisfied hum escaped her throat as she clung to him like a vine.

At this moment, she could clearly feel his change, his burning heat emanating through his clothes.

A mischievous thought suddenly arose in her mind. She twisted her waist slightly, deliberately rubbing against him, which elicited a suppressed low pant from his throat.

"Come to my place."

Jing Tian stepped back a little, her forehead touching his, her voice soft and seductive, like it was soaked in honey.

She announced the hotel's name, her eyes glistening with tears, conveying a bold and uninhibited invitation.

Jiang Qing didn't speak, but instead pinched the soft flesh on her side as a reply.

He pressed the in-car communicator and whispered the address to Zhou Zhengkai.

Zhou Zhengkai responded, the partition remained motionless, and the car smoothly merged into the nighttime traffic of Luyang.

Forty minutes later.

The heavy door of the presidential suite slammed shut behind me with a "click," as if isolating me from the entire world.

The soft light from the ceiling light in the entryway illuminated Jing Tian's shimmering mesh fishtail cheongsam.

She leaned against the cold door, her head tilted back slightly, her chest rising and falling with her breath, outlining an alluring, full curve.

Jiang Qing's tall figure loomed over her, one hand resting on the door panel beside her ear as he looked down at her.

The only sounds in the air were the intertwined breaths of the two people, and a silent yet imminent tension.

Jing Tian met his gaze without flinching.

She suddenly raised her hand, not to unbutton his shirt, but to reach for the frog buttons on the side of her cheongsam.

Her slender, fair fingers deftly pried open the first one, the second one... her movements carrying a declarative composure and initiative.

Her red lips curled into a smile, her eyes were dreamy, and she exuded a stunning allure.

The velvet and tulle bindings loosened slightly as the buttons were undone, revealing a delicate, porcelain-like skin and the faintly visible edges of lace.

She looked at the sudden deepening of the darkness in his eyes, and a charming yet smug smile curved her lips, as if silently asking: Do you like it?

Jiang Qing responded by leaning down and once again capturing her blush.

This time it's different from before; it carries the domineering spirit of conquering cities and seizing territories.

No longer content with the present, he traced his path down her slender neck, imprinting his mark on her delicate collarbone, finally resting on the edge of her open neckline.

Jing Tian ran her hands through his thick black hair, pulling him closer to her.

She actively cooperated with his exploration, and the two stumbled and shuffled from the entrance hall to the living room, their high heels being carelessly kicked off onto the carpet as they moved.

A large sofa was right in front of them. Jiang Qing spun her around, and they both sank into the soft leather sofa.

His tall body then covered her, leaving her nowhere to escape, and no longer needing to escape.

She looked up at him, her eyes glazed over, and lifted her leg. The slender heel of her high heel brushed against the hem of his trousers, and finally, her plump thigh, half-hidden by the hem of her fishtail skirt, pressed against his taut waist and abdominal muscles through her stockings.

Jiang Qing's breath hitched, her eyes burning like two dark flames.

He no longer lingered on the cumbersome cheongsam, and slipped his hand inside her unbuttoned cheongsam.

The velvet and tulle were completely swept aside, and he pressed against her smooth, soft skin on her waist without any obstruction. The amazing suppleness and tightness made his Adam's apple bob violently.

He climbed upwards all the way.

"Hmm~"

Jing Tian let out a soft moan of satisfaction, as if saying that she had finally waited for this moment.

She was like a fish out of water, arching her back as if to show off her perfect figure, or perhaps to seek something more.

Meanwhile, her hands were not idle either. She hurriedly unbuttoned Jiang Qing's shirt, her slightly cool fingertips trembling as she touched his well-defined chest and abdomen, feeling his burning body temperature and the surging power beneath his skin.

Their clothes were torn apart piece by piece in silent rigging and tacit cooperation: the crisp shirt, the stunning mesh fishtail cheongsam, the delicate lace lingerie...

They were scattered one by one on the sofa and carpet, like banners after a fierce battle.

When the two finally met honestly, Jiang Qing could hardly take his eyes off Jing Tian.

Under the warm yellow light, her body resembled a meticulously sculpted jade statue, every curve perfectly proportioned.

Rounded shoulders, full and proudly erect breasts, a suddenly tapering slender waist, and below that waist, a breathtakingly round and perky buttocks...

The flowing lines undulate under the light, outlining the ultimate voluptuous beauty of a mature woman.

The proportions between her waist and hips were like God's most perfect masterpiece, possessing a breathtaking allure.

She made no attempt to conceal her beauty, even slightly puffing out her chest to meet his scrutiny, her eyes filled with pride and a hint of barely perceptible nervousness.

"Have you seen enough?"

Her voice was hoarse from passion as she asked, slightly out of breath, but her face held a provocative smile.

Her response was Jiang Qing's heavy body leaning down on her, followed by another kiss with a force that seemed to devour her.

He traced her graceful neckline downwards.

"not enough!"

Jiang Qing's voice was filled with suppressed panting.

"I can never get enough of looking at it!"

Jing Tian is like a flower in full bloom, exuding charm.

"Jiang Qing, please stop!"

Her speech was incoherent, and her eyes were unfocused, but it wasn't that she really wanted to refuse; it was more like an instinctive reaction, a coy refusal.

Jiang Qing raised her head, her forehead beaded with sweat, her deep eyes fixed on her flushed cheeks, her voice hoarse and barely audible.

"What else?"

Jing Tian met his gaze, her beautiful eyes shimmering with a passionate, unbridled intensity.

She didn't answer, but showed her attitude through her actions.

She forcefully tightened her plump legs around his waist, pulling him towards her.

This silent invitation was like a spark igniting a powder keg.

Jiang Qing's composure and restraint completely crumbled at this moment.

He let out a low growl and completely covered her on the bed.

The leather sofa groaned under its own weight, as if it were protesting.

At this moment, Jing Tian was no longer the gentle and dignified "flower of wealth and nobility," but an ordinary woman who had completely let go of herself.

She no longer suppressed her voice; her soft, melodious tone revealed a unique charm, like the most moving ballad being sung in Jiang Qing's ear.

The two moved from the sofa to the gleaming marble floor in the center of the living room.

The icy touch made Jing Tian, ​​who was in a daze, gasp in surprise.

She tilted her head back, her swan-like neck taut, and opened herself up completely to Jiang Qing on the cold floor.

She stared blankly at the dazzling crystal chandelier on the ceiling. The light seemed to her to be shattered into a glittering galaxy, so beautiful and colorful that it was hard to distinguish between illusion and reality.

After an unknown amount of time, she lay sprawled on the ground as if her bones had been removed, only her uneven breathing remaining.

The rapid heartbeats of the two echoed and resonated in the empty living room, gradually merging into the same frequency.

Jiang Qing sat up and looked at the beauty who seemed to have lost her soul. A smile of appreciation appeared on his lips. He then got up and picked her up, who was almost limp, and carried her to the bedroom.

Half an hour later, on the large bed in the bedroom, heavy curtains blocked out the city's neon lights.

Only a small bedside lamp cast a dim, yellowish glow, barely outlining the silhouettes of the two people embracing on the bed.

Jiang leaned against the headboard, his bare upper body's muscle lines standing out sharply in the light and shadow.

Jing Tian nestled against him, her cheek pressed against his sweaty chest, listening to his steady, powerful heartbeat gradually calm down.

She was covered only by a thin blanket, revealing her rounded, smooth shoulders and the alluring cleavage of her chest. Her full, voluptuous curves were faintly visible in the dim light, exuding a languid and satisfied beauty.

The room was filled with the lingering warmth after the passion had dissipated, and a faint, lingering fragrance belonging to her body.

Jing Tian's fingers unconsciously traced gentle circles on Jiang Qing's strong forearm.

After a while, she propped herself up, and the thin blanket slipped off her shoulders, revealing a patch of snow-white, smooth skin.

She took the water glass prepared on the bedside table, took a small sip herself to test the temperature, and then handed it to Jiang Qing's lips.

"Drink some water." Her voice was hoarse from the passion, yet still gentle.

Jiang Qing took a few sips from her hand, and the warm water quenched her thirst.

He looked at her face so close to his. Under the light, the allure from before still lingered in her eyes, but more than anything, there was a gentle tenderness.

Jing Tian put down the water glass but did not lie back down immediately.

She moved behind Jiang Qing, her soft and delicate hands gently resting on his shoulders, and began to massage him with just the right amount of pressure.

Her technique wasn't professional, but the care she put in and the warmth conveyed by her fingertips felt like a gentle current, slowly seeping into Jiang Qing's tired muscles and soothing every inch of his tense nerves.

"Are you comfortable?"

She asked softly, her breath brushing against his ear.

"Ah."

Jiang Qing closed her eyes, relaxed her body, and enjoyed the rare pampering she received.

At this moment, Jing Tian shed all her halos and sharp edges, leaving only the tenderness of a gentle woman.

After massaging for a while, Jing Tian's movements gradually slowed down.

Her cheek gently pressed against Jiang Qing's broad back, their warm skin touching, creating a silent intimacy.

Silence filled the room, broken only by the soft breathing of the two people.

After a long while, her voice, tinged with hesitation and vulnerability, broke the silence.

"Jiang Qing..."

"Ok?"

"I……"

She took a breath, as if gathering her courage.

"I used to be... really silly."

Her voice was soft, tinged with self-deprecation.

"I thought love was everything, I poured my heart out to you, and I was very high-profile about it, thinking it was something to be very proud of, and I wanted everyone to know about our relationship. But I met the wrong person and suffered a huge setback..."

She didn't say it explicitly, but both of them knew perfectly well who she was referring to.

"You've made yourself look so disheveled, and now you're the one who has to trouble you..."

She paused, her fingers unconsciously gripping the edge of the thin blanket, her voice lower and trembling almost imperceptibly.

"I'm eight years older than you."

She finally uttered the number, as if she had unloaded a heavy burden, or as if she were awaiting some kind of verdict.

"The things I've been through aren't exactly honorable... Do you... think I... I..."

She didn't say what came next, but the unease and subtle inferiority in her tone were clearly conveyed to Jiang Qing.

She was no longer the alluring and assertive older sister in the private room; now, she was just an ordinary woman revealing her past wounds and anxieties about age to her beloved.

Jiang Qing felt as if something had gently bumped into his heart. He opened his eyes but did not answer immediately. Instead, he slowly turned around.

Under the dim light, his deep gaze fell on Jing Tian's face, with an unprecedented seriousness.

He reached out, not to smooth her slightly furrowed brows, but with his fingertips, he gently traced the outline of her full, rosy lips with an almost reverent tenderness.

The touch was warm and real.

"Silly words."

His voice was deep and firm, carrying a comforting power.

"Who doesn't have a past? Those experiences have shaped you into who you are today, they're not stains. As for age..."

He paused, his gaze lingering on her face, from her smooth forehead to her still bright eyes, and then to her full lips. There was no hint of resentment in his eyes, only pure appreciation and a touch of tenderness.

"You're only eight years old. In my eyes, you're just right now."

His fingers slid off her lips, gently lifted her chin, and forced her to look directly into his eyes.

"Listen, whether it's gentleness, stubbornness, or even the fiery passion you showed on the sofa just now, it's all part of you. Since I've accepted you, it means I've accepted all of you."

His words were direct and frank, without any fancy embellishment, yet every word struck a chord with Jing Tian.

Jing Tian stared at him blankly, her eyes gradually reddening.

The affirmation and acceptance in his words were like a ray of light, instantly dispelling the gloom and inferiority that had long lingered in her heart.

She always thought that after experiencing those unbearable things, she had already put on thick armor and would no longer be easily moved by anyone.

But at this moment, faced with his direct and powerful words, that layer of ice melted easily.

Tears streamed down my face without warning, not from sadness, but from relief and emotion.

She suddenly threw herself into his arms, wrapping her arms tightly around his lean waist and burying her face in the crook of his neck, like a child who had suffered so much and finally found someone to lean on.

"Jiang Qing..."

She choked back tears, calling his name over and over again, her hot tears soaking his skin.

"Thank you... thank you so much..."

She was incoherent, all her emotions condensed into those two words and scalding tears.

Jiang Qinghui held her in his arms, his large hands gently stroking her smooth, delicate back, feeling her body tremble slightly.

He didn't say anything more comforting, but silently conveyed his presence and promise with a firm embrace and warm body temperature.

After a long while, Jing Tian's emotions gradually calmed down.

She lifted her head from his embrace, looking at him through teary eyes, her face still streaked with tears, yet a genuine and radiant smile bloomed on her face, filled with the relief of surviving a disaster and complete trust.

"Jiang Qing."

She raised her hand to wipe away the tears on her face, her eyes becoming unusually clear and earnest, carrying a detached and open-minded quality.

“I’ve figured it out. All those superficial things, like fame and status, are just for show. I don’t care about them. I only care about you as a person. You might not believe me and think I only came to you because of your status or because you helped me on a whim. But I can assure you that it’s not like that. You probably know that my family is doing quite well. Acting is something I enjoy doing, but it’s not my only option. My feelings for you started the day we met at the teahouse. At first, I thought I was just attracted to you, but your actions made me realize that you are attractive to me both inside and out. Even though we’ve only met twice, you can think I’m lovestruck, but that’s the truth. I only came to Luyang after I was absolutely certain of this.”

Her tone was resolute, carrying a rare clarity and composure born of worldly experience.

She paused, looked into his eyes, and declared clearly, word by word.

"Don't worry, I won't hold you back, nor will I affect your current life and...relationships. I recently watched Peach Blossom Village, and I can see that you have a special feeling for that girl named Zhou Ye, and she's very dependent on you. As for me, being able to meet you, being able to...like this..."

Two blushes rose on her face, a hint of shyness in her eyes, but her gaze was open and honest.

"I am already very content and grateful. I don't ask for anything else."

This clear-headed understanding and unreserved sincerity moved Jiang Qing more than any sweet words.

He looked into her eyes, still wet with tears but bright and resolute, into her slightly swollen but still full lips, into the rounded curves of her bare shoulders and the full breasts faintly visible under the thin blanket... A surge of emotion, even more intense than before, instantly swept over him.

It was no longer just simple desire, but a mixture of emotion, tenderness, appreciation, and a strong possessiveness that wanted to completely ingrain her into one's very being.

"you……"

His Adam's apple bobbed, his voice was incredibly hoarse, and intense emotions surged in his deep eyes.

"Ok?"

She responded softly, her voice slightly nasal, and looked at him tenderly.

Jiang Qing didn't say anything more.

His response was to suddenly lower his head and kiss her lips fiercely again.

This kiss was unlike any before; it was no longer about conquest or taking, but rather filled with deep emotions and an indescribable thrill.

He kissed her deeply and intensely, as if he wanted to swallow all her tears and words, and to envelop her tightly with his breath.

Jing Tian instantly understood the emotion in his kiss.

Without any hesitation, she responded enthusiastically, wrapping her arms even tighter around his neck, her body climbing and entwining herself like a vine.

The thin blanket slipped off her body, and under the light, her mature and voluptuous figure was once again displayed before him without reservation.

Jiang Qing continued downwards, leaving marks on her rounded shoulders and delicate collarbones.

Jing Tian tilted her head back, feeling his forceful plundering tinged with tenderness.

She wrapped her arms around his waist, her plump, rounded thighs pressed tightly against his taut muscles, conveying a silent invitation.

This time, the initial wildness between them was gone, replaced by an indescribable tenderness and a deep connection that stirred their souls.

Jing Tian was like a peony nourished by dew, alluring and beautiful, responding to him with the most direct body language, fully releasing her charm.

The soft, melodious music filled the bedroom once more, and the two hearts drew ever closer together.

After an unknown amount of time, the two, like two exhausted fish, embraced each other and fell into a deep sleep.

The air was filled with a languid, affectionate atmosphere, and a profound sense of tranquility.

About ten minutes later, Jiang Qing slowly woke up in the darkness.

Turning his head, he vaguely saw Jing Tian beside him breathing evenly, hugging him as he slept soundly, even emitting soft snores, clearly exhausted.

He smiled and gently rose without disturbing her, stepping barefoot onto the soft carpet as he entered the luxurious bathroom connected to the bedroom.

A huge, round jacuzzi lay quietly in the corner. He turned on the tap, and warm water gushed in, the steam gradually spreading out.

Just as he was adjusting the water temperature, a warm, slippery body pressed against him from behind.

Jing Tian had woken up at some point, naked, like a lazy cat, her arms wrapped around his waist from behind, her cheek pressed against his broad back.

She didn't say anything, she just quietly held him, feeling the warmth of his body and his heartbeat.

Jiang Qing turned off the tap and slowly turned around to examine the woman in front of him.

In the hazy mist, Jing Tian looked up at him, her eyes still hazy from just waking up, yet so tender they seemed to melt your heart.

Water droplets slid down her smooth forehead, flowed over the full, firm curves of her body, and finally disappeared into the breathtaking curves of her waist and hips.

He reached out and pulled her into his arms, and together they stepped into the warm water.

The gentle flow of water enveloped their naked bodies, washing away the stickiness and fatigue.

They didn't speak again, but simply embraced each other quietly, immersed in this warm little space.

Jing Tian rested her head on his shoulder, closed her eyes peacefully, and had a satisfied and serene smile on her lips.

She liked being close to him like this, feeling a sense of relaxation she had never experienced before.

Jiang Qing gently rested his chin on the top of her head, his arms encircling her voluptuous waist, feeling the gentle caress of the water and the amazing softness of her body.

The babbling water and swirling mist kept everything outside, creating a small world of its own.

This moment of tranquility and tenderness is worth more than a thousand words.

(End of this chapter)