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

Chapter 278 Sister Meng's Teasing, Silent Understanding

In the master bedroom of Binhu Shuangxi, only a warm yellow bedside wall lamp is lit.

The air still carried the sweet fruity scent brought by Meng Ziyi, as well as the faint fragrance of her perfume.

Jiang Qing gently placed Meng Ziyi on the soft bed. She sank into the fluffy bedding, her long, black hair spreading out, making her bright face appear even more fair and beautiful.

The strap of the black silk slip dress had slipped down to one side during the earlier commotion, revealing her rounded, fair shoulders and delicate collarbone, which shimmered with a subtle sheen under the warm yellow light.

"Jiang Qing..."

Meng Ziyi's heart raced under his deep, focused gaze. She turned her face away shyly and reached out to pull up her slipped shoulder strap.

Jiang Qing bent down first, placing his hand on her cool, rounded shoulder to stop her movement.

His fingertips, calloused from years of typing, gently caressed her delicate skin.

"Don't pull it up."

His voice was deep and resonant, like a fine wine, possessing a captivating power.

"It's so beautiful."

He lowered his head and carefully traced the lines of his collarbone.

"Hmm~"

Meng Ziyi shrank back slightly, but her body involuntarily moved closer to him, like a small animal seeking warmth.

She raised her arms and wrapped them around his neck, her fingertips unconsciously digging into his thick black hair.

In her dizzy state, it felt as if an electric current was spreading, igniting a flame beneath her skin.

"Just now... at the door."

Jiang Qingliu's gaze lingered on her beautiful jawline, his voice muffled and slightly mocking.

"She jumped so high, like a little female leopard."

He recalled the unreserved passion and intensity with which she threw herself into his arms.

"How... um... how was I supposed to know Jiang Nan was there too!"

Meng Ziyi was so enveloped by his gentle and tender manner that she lost her breath and retorted intermittently, with a hint of coquettish complaint.

"You made me... lose so much face! And she even told me to... to keep it down..."

Remembering Jiang Nan's mischievous advice, she was so embarrassed that her toes curled up. She forgot that it was she who wanted to surprise Jiang Qing and hadn't told him in advance that she had arrived in Luyang.

Jiang Qing chuckled softly.

He looked up, his eyes clearly reflecting her hazy yet shy and charming appearance in the dim light.

"She's right."

He deliberately lowered his voice, his hot breath spraying onto her earlobes and the side of her neck.

"Yes... keep your voice down."

"You... um~"

Before he could finish speaking, he completely swallowed up all her unfinished complaints and shyness.

A warm yellow halo flowed over her shoulders and neck, like melting honey.

Her arms around his neck were no longer just for support; her fingertips exerted a slight force, pulling him even closer.

"Stop laughing..."

She protested softly, nuzzling his chin with her nose like a spoiled kitten, but in the blink of her eyes, that initial shyness was quietly replaced by a hazy allure.

Jiang Qing indeed suppressed his smile, but his eyes deepened as he gazed at her lips, which were becoming increasingly moist with emotion. Just as he was about to capture that rosy hue again, he suddenly felt a lightness in his arms.

Meng Ziyi, like a slippery fish, nimbly slipped out of his arms with a sly smile.

She lightly turned around, her black silk skirt rippling like water, instantly revealing her back to Jiang Qing.

Her jet-black hair cascaded lazily down her smooth back, blending seamlessly with the fine black silk, leaving only her slender waistline visible, outlining a breathtaking curve in the dim light.

"Didn't you say I was too noisy?"

She turned her head and glanced at him, her tone deliberately provocative, her cheeks still flushed, yet she forced herself to adopt a languid posture that said, "I'm not afraid of you."

"The moon outside my window looks very quiet."

Jiang Qing leaned back lazily against the headboard, looking at her with leisure, as if admiring a vivid and beautiful painting.

Fingers tapped unconsciously on the sheets, making a barely audible sound.

He knew, of course, that she was playing with fire.

This silly girl can never tell her own strength from her own abilities.

Meng Ziyi glanced at him with seductive eyes, then took light steps and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window overlooking the lake.

Moonlight and the city's neon lights shone through the huge glass, casting a hazy halo around her.

She didn't turn around, but slowly, extremely slowly, leaned forward, her arms slightly supporting her against the transparent glass.

This pose allows her already exquisitely beautiful body curves to be presented in an inviting manner without reservation!
The smooth, flowing lines of her back extend downwards, tightening at her slender waist, and then suddenly bursting into an amazing curve at her full, perky buttocks.

The silk fabric clung to every inch of her skin, reflecting a soft glow and faithfully depicting every curve of her body, like a masterpiece of art, silently flaunting itself in the quiet night.

Her long hair slid down to one side, revealing a rounded shoulder and a beautiful, snow-white neck.

She tilted her head slightly, her eyes gazing at the artificial lake in the distance through the glass, a smug smile curving her lips, innocent yet alluring, as if silently speaking to the man behind her.

Look, am I beautiful?

I've got you all along, haven't I? Hmph!

She looks exactly like a foolish beauty who overestimates her abilities but insists on provoking a ferocious beast.

She thought she had the upper hand, unaware that every subtle movement she made—the gentle sway of her waist, the outline of her hips, the curves that appeared and disappeared in the light and shadow—was the most powerful trigger.

The last trace of restraint in Jiang Qing's pupils was completely ignited by this blatant and innocent "provocation".

A low, hoarse sigh rolled down his throat, like a beast whose peaceful slumber had been disturbed issuing a dangerous warning.

Almost the instant Meng Ziyi heard the sound, and a thought quietly arose in her mind, "Did I go too far?", a powerful sense of oppression pressed down on her from behind like a mountain.

A body carrying a familiar scent suddenly enveloped her from behind, strong arms passing under her armpits and around her waist, like a steel cage, instantly locking her in a burning embrace.

"what!!"

She let out a short gasp, and the defiant act she had put on vanished instantly, leaving only the panic of a captured animal.

The burning heartbeat emanating from her back, even through two thin layers of fabric, still made her soul tremble.

Jiang Qing's arms were wrapped tightly around her body, and the thin silk nightgown became an obstacle and a symbol of confinement.

"Um...don't..."

Meng Ziyi's breath hitched up by his scorching heat and forceful movements. Her previous alluring demeanor vanished, and she softened into a pool of spring water under his control, with no way to escape.

His other hand wasn't idle either; it traced her exquisite lines and gave her full curves a firm squeeze.

"Didn't you want to quietly watch the moon?"

Jiang Qing whispered in her earlobe, his voice hoarse and teasing.

"Why aren't you watching anymore? Hmm?"

Soft moans could no longer be suppressed and spilled from between her blocked lips, like sobs or a cat begging for mercy.

She struggled in vain in his arms, her legs weak and unable to stand steadily, she could only barely hold on to the windowsill.

That seductive posture she had once intended to display was now nothing but inescapable shame. "Jiang Qing, I was wrong...please forgive me..."

Broken pleas for mercy escaped intermittently from her flushed cheeks, carrying a sweetness she herself was unaware of.

She awkwardly tried to turn her head in response, but the movement only caused her to lose her balance further, and she fell completely into his arms.

Moonlight streamed through the window, outlining the man's tall figure that completely enveloped his graceful curves in his embrace, like a romantic silhouette.

Jiang Qing chuckled softly, showing no sign of slowing down, but instead intensifying his actions.

In the midst of their intimate embrace, Meng Ziyi finally tasted the price of playing with fire. The little leopard, who had been relentlessly provoking the hunter, was finally held firmly in the arms of the experienced hunter, with only soft pleas for mercy escaping its throat.

The night deepened in silent, enchanting beauty.

The following morning, sunlight streamed through the gaps in the heavy blackout curtains of the master bedroom, casting a thin, golden line on the floor.

Jiang Qing's biological clock is very punctual; she opened her eyes just after six o'clock.

Looking down, Meng Ziyi was curled up in his arms, fast asleep, like a contented cat.

A few strands of her long, black hair clung to her slightly flushed cheeks, her thick eyelashes cast small shadows under her eyes, and her rosy lips were slightly pouted, losing their radiance and leaving only an innocent and unguarded charm.

The thin blanket only covered her waist, revealing her smooth, delicate shoulders and back and her beautiful shoulder blades.

He moved her arm away very gently, carefully got up, and didn't disturb her.

Barefoot on the carpet, she casually draped a bathrobe over her shoulders, tied the belt, and quietly left the bedroom.

The living room was quiet, with sunlight streaming in through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating the dust particles floating in the air.

On the coffee table, the box of snowflake crisps that Meng Ziyi regarded as her "trump card" remained untouched.

Jiang Qing walked over, picked up the box, looked at it, and a smile appeared on her lips.

He tiptoed to the kitchen, opened the double-door refrigerator, and found it filled with a variety of ingredients.

Skillfully, I took out eggs, toast, and milk, ready to make a simple breakfast.

I had just put the toast into the toaster when I heard light footsteps behind me.

Jiang Qing turned around and saw Jiang Nan rubbing her eyes, wearing fluffy rabbit slippers, and walking out with her long chestnut hair messy from sleeping.

She was wearing pajamas with a cartoon cat print, and her eyes were still sleepy, like a little kitten that hadn't woken up yet.

"Morning, brother."

She yawned, her voice thick with a nasal tone, and slowly strolled to the island counter. She pulled out a high stool, sat down, rested her chin on the cool marble surface, and stared blankly into space.

"morning."

Jiang Qing poured the heated milk into a cup and pushed it in front of her.

"Wake you up?"

"without……"

Jiang Nan responded lazily, picked up the warm milk cup to warm her hands, and sipped it slowly. Her gaze inadvertently drifted to the closed door of the master bedroom, then quickly returned to it, pretending to be nonchalant as she asked.

"Sister Meng...isn't up yet?"

"Yeah, still sleeping."

Jiang Qing skillfully flipped the fried eggs in the frying pan, making sizzling sounds, and an enticing aroma quickly filled the air.

Jiang Nan said "Oh," and silently drank her milk while holding the cup.

After a while, she seemed to finally wake up a bit. Her big eyes darted around, and she leaned closer to Jiang Qing, lowering her voice with a gossipy curiosity.

"Brother... last night... really nothing happened?"

She blinked, trying to make an expression that said, "I'm just genuinely concerned."

Jiang Qing paused for a moment, holding the spatula, and turned her head to look expressionlessly at her younger sister's face, which was full of "curiosity".

He raised an eyebrow but didn't say anything, but his eyes clearly said: Jiang Nan, your thoughts are dangerous.

"cut……"

Jiang Nan felt a little guilty under their gaze, so she pouted, shrank back, and muttered something under her breath.

"Fine, don't tell me then... never mind."

She lowered her head and continued drinking her milk, her long eyelashes drooping down, concealing the fleeting sly smile in her eyes.

The warm sunlight streamed onto the kitchen island. The brother and sister were frying an egg and drinking milk, neither of them speaking. The only sounds in the kitchen were the soft rustling of food cooking and the occasional clinking of the milk glass against the countertop.

The air was filled with the aroma of food, and a tacit, peaceful warmth that belonged to the family.

until……

“Mmm…it smells so good…”

The door to the master bedroom was gently pulled open, and a soft, languid voice drifted out.

Jiang Qing and Jiang Nan looked up at the same time.

Meng Ziyi stood at the entrance of the living room, rubbing her eyes.

She had clearly just woken up, wearing Jiang Qing's bathrobe loosely draped over her body, which made her figure appear even more slender and delicate.

The robe was loosely tied, the neckline slightly open, revealing a small patch of fair and delicate skin and a delicate collarbone, with a few faint, ambiguous red marks still visible on it.

Her long, black hair was casually draped over her shoulders, with a few playful strands falling beside her cheeks. Her eyes were still sleepy, and her cheeks had a rosy blush from just waking up. Her red lips were slightly pouting, and her whole person exuded a lazy and charming aura of being pampered.

She walked barefoot on the floor, like a little animal attracted by the aroma, and dazedly followed the scent toward the kitchen island.

As she moved, the hem of her wide nightgown occasionally revealed a small section of her smooth, slender calves.

Good morning, Nan Nan.

When she saw Jiang Nan sitting on the high stool, she subconsciously raised a confused yet sweet smile to greet him, her voice soft and sweet.

Jiang Nan looked at her languid and charming appearance, like a begonia in spring slumber, and then at the robe that clearly belonged to her own brother, and the faint marks at the neckline... Her mouth opened slightly, and she almost choked on the mouthful of milk she had just drunk.

She turned sharply to look at Jiang Qing, her eyes filled with silent accusation.

Bro! You're lying!
This is called...no movement?!
Jiang Qing received her sister's silent question, calmly turned off the stove, put the golden-brown fried eggs on a plate, and gently reminded Meng Ziyi without changing her expression.

"Awake? Go wash up and get ready for breakfast."

"Oh……"

Meng Ziyi nodded obediently, then turned and walked towards the bedroom in a daze.

Jiang Nan watched her figure disappear behind the bedroom door before turning back to give her brother a huge eye roll.

Jiang Qing arranged the toast and fried eggs, poured a glass of milk and placed it on Meng Ziyi's seat, pretending not to see her sister's eye roll, her tone calm and even.

"Eat quickly, before it gets cold."

Jiang Nan: "..."

She angrily took a big bite of toast, chewing it forcefully as if she were biting into the flesh of some scumbag brother.

There was the sound of water splashing in the bathroom.

In the living room, the sunlight was just right, the milk was warm, and the fried eggs were golden brown.

A large, fluffy orange cat emerged from its cat bed at some point, stretched lazily, and then lightly jumped onto the back of the sofa. Tilting its round head, its golden cat eyes curiously observed the two people in the awkward atmosphere in front of the central island, and it meowed in confusion.

A new day begins in a tacit harmony.

(End of this chapter)