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

Chapter 258 Complex Thoughts, Dust Settled
The following day, December officially began, and 2021 came to a close.

As dawn broke through the gaps in the heavy blackout curtains, it crept into the bedroom, casting a hazy band of light on the carpet.

Jing Tian's eyelashes trembled, and her consciousness awoke from a deep sleep.

Beside her was Jiang Qing's steady, even breathing, his warm breath brushing against her neck, tickling her.

Last night's intense, almost out-of-control passionate memories flooded my mind like a tidal wave, every detail burning with vivid clarity.

She suddenly held her breath, her cheeks flushed instantly, and even her ears felt hot.

Oh my god... why was I so... proactive yesterday?
The person straddling him and asking for a kiss, the person who boldly responded on the sofa and even writhed in response on the floor... was that really him?
She instinctively shrank back, quietly lifting the blanket slightly. Seeing the ambiguous marks still remaining on her naked body, she felt even more embarrassed.

Does he feel... that he's too restless?

That's...that kind of thing?

The thought made her heart tighten, and she couldn't help but turn to the side to take a closer look at the man who was still sleeping beside her in the dim morning light.

Jiang Qing was fast asleep, his usual calm and sharp demeanor gone, and his arrogant and sharp portrayal of Li Xun on set was also gone. At this moment, his brows were relaxed, his face was calm, and he exuded an almost boyish sense of harmlessness.

Jing Tian's gaze lingered on his features, her fingertips hovering in the air, almost unable to resist touching his face.

A world-class AI genius, a tech upstart whose net worth is soaring, the leader of Wuwen Technology who is leading the industry trend... Such a radiant man, admired and pursued by countless people, is lying next to her at this moment, like an ordinary big boy.

And she, an actress who was eight years older than him, actually became his woman.

An indescribable warm feeling mixed with a strong sense of pride instantly dispelled the embarrassment from before.

Jing Tian is as charming as ever!
The moment this thought arose, the slight embarrassment I felt due to the age gap was immediately suppressed by a secret sense of pride.

Old cows eating young grass?
That only works if the tender grass is willing!

This just proves its attractiveness; what's there to hide?
Thinking of those people in the industry who openly or secretly laughed at her for being old, having poor eyesight, and having declining resources, if they knew she had won over Jiang Qing... Jing Tian inexplicably snorted in her heart, with a hint of smugness and triumph.

Seeing that his breathing was still deep and there was no sign of him waking up, Jing Tian carefully lifted the blanket.

The warm, soft air touched her skin, bringing a slight coolness, and also revealing her voluptuous figure in the morning light.

She didn't rush to put her own clothes back on; her gaze fell on the dark gray shirt belonging to Jiang Qing draped over the chair by the bed.

She picked up the shirt quietly and draped it over her shoulders.

The oversized shirt instantly enveloped her, its length just covering her round, perky buttocks and revealing a pair of straight, shapely, fair, and slender legs.

The silky fabric clung to the curves of her body, and the fullness of her chest slightly pried open the buttons, revealing a glimpse of spring, both languid and sexy.

She walked barefoot on the soft carpet, like a silent cat, and gently opened the bedroom door and went out.

The suite's living room was bathed in the soft morning sunlight.

Jing Tian walked to the window and carefully pulled back the curtains a little to let more light in.

She picked up the room phone and ordered two lavish breakfasts.

Freshly squeezed orange juice, warm milk, perfectly fried bacon and sunny-side-up eggs, freshly baked croissants, and a small dish of local specialties that Jiang Qing remembered Jiang Qing mentioning she liked.

After ordering her food, she went into the bathroom to wash up.

The mirror reflected her wearing an oversized men's shirt, her cheeks still flushed, her eyes retaining the allure of the previous night, yet also exuding a gentle, domestic charm.

She carefully combed her long hair, loosely tied it into a bun at the back of her head, revealing her smooth forehead and graceful neck.

Breakfast was quickly served by the waiter.

Jing Tian sat at the dining table, sipping warm milk while picking up her phone. Her fingertips unconsciously swiped across the screen, and then, as if possessed, she typed into the search bar: "How to get along with a younger boyfriend" and "What should you pay attention to in a relationship with a younger man?"

She watched intently, her brows furrowing and relaxing at times. Her mature and radiant face revealed a seriousness that seemed somewhat clumsy, contrary to her age and experience.

Just as she was pondering a suggestion to "appropriately display the charm of a mature woman," she heard light footsteps behind her.

Her heart skipped a beat. Jing Tian quickly turned off her phone screen like a thief, placed it face down on the table, and then turned her head away as if nothing had happened.

Jiang Qing stood at the bedroom door, wearing only pajama bottoms and shirtless. The morning light outlined his well-defined chest and abdomen and smooth shoulder and arm contours.

He had just woken up, his eyes still a little sleepy, but when his gaze fell on Jing Tian, ​​that sleepiness vanished instantly, and the corners of his eyes unconsciously twitched.

She was wearing his shirt, the wide hem barely covering her upper thighs, revealing a pair of long, white legs that were dazzling in the morning light.

The shirt collar was slightly open, revealing glimpses of her delicate collarbone and the full curves below.

Her long hair was loosely tied up, with a few strands falling down her neck. She was bathed in the soft morning light, looking lazy and sexy, yet exuding a warm and gentle feeling of home.

This stark contrast struck Jiang Qing like an electric current.

Jing Tian felt a little embarrassed by his gaze, her cheeks flushed slightly, but she tried her best to remain calm, stood up and gave him a gentle smile.

"You're awake? Go wash up quickly, breakfast has been brought over, eat it while it's hot."

Her voice was slightly hoarse from just waking up, soft and gentle, like a feather brushing against the heart.

Jiang Qing's Adam's apple bobbed slightly, and she softly hummed in agreement before heading towards the bathroom.

When he finished washing up and came out refreshed, Jing Tian had already rearranged the breakfast on the table and warmed the milk again.

"Sit down now."

Jing Tian pulled out the chair next to her, gesturing for him to sit down.

After he sat down, she pushed the warm milk to his side, then picked up a knife and fork and carefully cut the sunny-side-up egg and bacon on his plate into bite-sized pieces.

"Try this croissant, it looks so crispy."

She picked up a golden croissant, gently broke it in half to reveal the distinct honeycomb structure inside, and then placed it on the plate in front of Jiang Qing.

As she moved, she leaned slightly forward, and the wide collar of her shirt slipped down a little, revealing a small patch of delicate shoulder skin.

Jiang Qing's gaze involuntarily followed her busy hands and the glimpses of spring in her skin.

She did all this with a focused and natural expression, exuding a reassuring sense of comfort unique to mature women, as if taking care of him was her natural duty.

This gentle and meticulous nature is completely different from the fiery passion of last night, yet strangely harmonious and unified.

"I can just do it myself."

Jiang Qing spoke softly, a warm feeling spreading through a corner of her heart from this gentle gesture.

"It's nothing, you yesterday..."

Jing Tian blushed slightly halfway through her sentence and quickly changed her words.

"Filming must be tiring, so eat more."

She discreetly placed some more side dishes on his plate, but dared not look at him.

Jiang Qing looked at her slightly red earlobes and a smile flashed across her eyes as she obediently enjoyed her care.

Breakfast was served in a warm and slightly shy atmosphere.

Jing Tian ate her meal in small bites, keeping an eye on how much food was left on his plate and refilling it as needed, like an older sister worried that her younger brother wasn't eating enough.

After finishing the last bite, Jiang Qing put down her knife and fork, and looked at Jing Tian's gentle profile as she cleared the plates, then suddenly spoke.

"I'm not going to the film set today."

"Ok?"

Jing Tian stopped what she was doing and looked at him with a puzzled expression.

"I asked Director Liu for a day off."

Jiang Qing looked at her with gentle eyes.

"I'll keep you company, and then I'll take you to the airport this afternoon."

"real?!"

Jing Tian's eyes lit up instantly, as if she had fallen into starlight, her joy overflowing.

Her mature, older sister demeanor vanished instantly. She almost immediately put down what she was holding, took two steps and rushed to Jiang Qing, wrapped her arms around his neck, sat in his lap, looked up at him, and spoke in a cheerful, innocent voice.

"Great! I thought you were going to leave after you finished eating!" Her full breasts clung tightly to his chest through the thin fabric of her shirt, and her warm body heat and amazing elasticity were transmitted through the fabric.

The fragrance emanating from her body, a blend of the fresh scent of shower gel and her unique mature charm, lingered around Jiang Qing's nose with each movement.

That bright and beautiful face was so close, her eyes filled with pure joy and dependence.

This sudden, warm embrace was like igniting the embers that hadn't completely died out last night.

Jiang Qing felt a sudden surge of heat rise from her lower abdomen and instantly engulf her entire body.

His arms around her waist tightened suddenly, his other hand supporting the back of her head. His gaze locked onto her still-surprised eyes, his voice tinged with the husky raspiness of early morning and a hint of dangerous depth.

"Are you so happy?"

"Ok!"

Jing Tian nodded vigorously, her eyes crinkling with joy, still immersed in the happiness of being able to spend half a day more with him, completely unaware of the approaching danger.

She even leaned in and gave him a quick peck on the lips, like a cat that had just stolen some fish.

I'm so happy!

This acted like a fuse.

Jiang Qing's eyes darkened, and without further hesitation, she lowered her head and fiercely seized that alluring redness.

It was no longer a fleeting kiss, but a deep kiss with the force of a wildfire, full of the aggressiveness and irresistible possessiveness unique to the early morning.

"Well……"

Jing Tian was a little stunned by his sudden and forceful kiss, but her body reacted honestly before her mind could process it.

The arms around his neck tightened, her body involuntarily pressed closer to him, and she even slightly puffed out her chest to meet his hot breath.

Sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting the silhouettes of the two people embracing tightly onto the polished floor.

The loose hem of the shirt was crumpled, revealing more of her plump, fair thighs.

The air was filled with the lingering aroma of breakfast and a suddenly warm, ambiguous atmosphere.

Jiang Qing's hand slipped under the silky hem of her shirt, caressing the smooth, firm skin of her lower back without any obstruction. The amazing elasticity and soft touch made him gasp for breath, and he kissed her even deeper and harder.

Jing Tian trembled gently in his arms, emitting soft, indistinct moans. She felt as if her bones had been removed from her body, limp against him, letting him lead her into the second vortex of the morning light.

In the spacious living room, only the soft hissing sounds and increasingly heavy breathing remained, while the warm sunlight enveloped the two figures who had temporarily forgotten everything else.

……

As dusk began to gently envelop Luyang, a black sedan drove smoothly toward the airport.

In the back seat of the carriage, Jing Tian leaned on Jiang Qing's shoulder, their fingers intertwined.

After an afternoon of whispering sweet nothings, the two seemed to have endless things to say, or perhaps they didn't need to say anything at all, just quietly nestled together, feeling each other's presence and warmth, and felt incredibly content.

The atmosphere of parting grew stronger, and a faint sense of farewell permeated the carriage.

"Send me a message when you arrive."

Jiang Qing squeezed her hand and whispered some instructions.

"Yeah. I know."

Jing Tian's voice sounded a little muffled.

"Don't work too hard, remember to rest."

"You too, don't stay up too late filming."

"When...would you be free next time?"

Jiang Qing turned her head to look at her.

Jing Tian's eyes lit up, and she immediately began to make plans.

"I'm going to Paris early next month to shoot an advertisement, and I should be able to free up a few days after I get back..."

She talked on and on about her schedule, as if that would shorten the distance to their next meeting.

The car stopped at the departure level.

Zhang Wu got out of the car silently and professionally, and opened the car door for Jing Tian.

time to go.

Jing Tian took a deep breath, suppressing the bitterness in her heart.

She released Jiang Qing's hand, turned around to face him, and put on an impeccable gentle smile. However, no matter how deeply she hid the reluctance in her eyes, it still could not escape Jiang Qing's eyes.

"I'm leaving now. Be careful on your way back."

Her tone was light, even a little playful, as she tried to lighten the sadness of parting and appear more mature and composed.

"Well, have a safe trip."

Jiang Qing looked at her and nodded with a smile.

Jing Tian leaned over and quickly placed a light kiss on his lips, then pulled away just as quickly.

"wait for my call."

After saying that, she didn't linger any longer, turned around and got out of the car decisively, taking her suitcase out of the trunk.

Her team was already waiting at the airport.

She straightened up, waved to Jiang Qing inside the car, and smiled as generously and politely as ever.

Then, she pulled up the handle of her suitcase and walked confidently towards the brightly lit terminal entrance.

Her back view was elegant and resolute, perfectly matching her image as a "worldly beauty of wealth and nobility," and there was no sign of anything amiss.

Only after her figure completely disappeared behind the automatic glass door did Jiang Qing slowly withdraw his gaze and roll up the car window.

Although the older sister's gentleness is very enjoyable, there will eventually be a time when we must part ways.

Everyone has to look forward.

Zhang Wu silently started the car and merged into the traffic.

Inside the terminal, the bright light was somewhat dazzling.

Jing Tian pulled her suitcase at a steady pace and headed straight for the VIP check-in counter for her flight.

She slightly raised her chin, a perfectly measured aloof smile on her face.

After completing the formalities, she headed towards the security checkpoint.

When it was her turn and she handed her boarding pass and ID to the security personnel, her hand trembled almost imperceptibly.

After passing through the security gate, walk to the conveyor belt to retrieve your handbag and coat.

Just as she picked up her things and turned to walk toward the boarding gate, her gaze inadvertently swept across the huge floor-to-ceiling glass window.

That familiar black sedan had long since merged into the endless river of car lights in the distance and disappeared from sight.

It was as if the dam that had been held up for so long had suddenly collapsed at this moment, and the surging emotions that had been suppressed could no longer be controlled.

She quickly lowered her head, pretending to adjust the strap of her bag, but her eyes quickly turned red and tears welled up.

All around me were travelers hurrying by, and the radio broadcast emotionless flight information.

No one noticed that this well-dressed and exquisitely made-up beautiful woman was bowing her head and her shoulders were trembling slightly, silently expressing her vulnerability and reluctance after parting.

For the long separation after this brief reunion, for the man she was willing to give up all her pride to rely on, and for the certain yet uncertain feelings in her heart.

The tears were hot, salty, and carried a sense of reality after everything had settled.

(End of this chapter)