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

Chapter 308 Testing the Effects, Complete Trust

The fingerprint lock clicked open, and as soon as Jiang Qing pushed open the front door, Zhou Ye slipped under his arm like a nimble fish.

She kicked off her sneakers, her bare feet touching the cool floor, and turned to throw herself into Jiang Qing's arms. Her arms wrapped around his neck with practiced ease, and she stood on tiptoe, using the warmth from the car ride to pinpoint her target.

Now she doesn't care about anything else; she just wants to express the surging emotions in her heart to him in the simplest and most direct way.

"Hmm~"

Jiang Qing was pulled back half a step by her momentum, her back hitting the closed door with a muffled thud.

Coming to his senses, he chuckled softly, wrapped his arms around the girl's slender waist, and easily felt the curve of her waistline through the thin fabric of her sportswear.

The opening was a bit rushed, with that kind of carefree sweetness that's unique to girls, but Jiang Qing quickly took the lead.

He cradled the back of her head with one hand, his fingertips unconsciously stroking the roots of her soft hair, while his other hand firmly encircled her waist, pressing her closer to him.

The light from the ceiling light in the entryway was cut off by their overlapping shadows, and only their breathing could be heard in the air.

Before long, Zhou Ye felt a little dizzy. The hand that was holding his shoulder slid down slightly, and the fingertips traced his tense back.

Jiang Qingliu's gaze lingered on her delicate earlobe, gently tapping it as he felt her tense up for a moment before collapsing into his arms. He asked her in a muffled voice.

"Ono, why were you in such a hurry just now?"

Zhou Ye buried his face in the crook of his neck, breathing heavily, his voice muffled and with a touch of spoiled nasal tone.

"I missed you."

Her cheeks were burning hot, just like in the car; it was purely an instinct born from overflowing emotions.

Jiang Qing smiled gently and affectionately patted the back of her head.

He didn't say anything more, but instead used his arm to pull her towards the living room in a half-hug, half-embrace.

The soft sofa supported the weight of the two people, causing them to sink in and create a crater.

Jiang Qing slipped his hand under the hem of her tracksuit, his palm resting on her lower back, and then moving upwards.

Zhou Ye tilted his head back, his eyes gazing dreamily at the soft halo of light on the ceiling, his fingers unconsciously tightening around the shirt on his chest.

Just as Jiang Qing was about to reach the edge of that restraint, Zhou Ye's hazy mind was suddenly pierced by a sliver of clarity.

She abruptly grabbed his mischievous hand, glaring at him reproachfully.

"Wait first!"

Her voice was soft and coquettish, both anxious and shy.

"No... I haven't showered yet! I just came back from outside, and I still smell like food..."

She said this and tried to break free from his embrace and get up.

Jiang Qing stopped moving and looked up at her.

Under the light, her cheeks were flushed, her eyes were watery, her lips were slightly swollen, and her face was radiant, yet there was a hint of unwavering clarity in her eyes.

Her innocent yet alluring appearance made Jiang Qing's mouth water.

A wicked smile curled at the corner of his lips, and with a sudden burst of strength, he swept her up in his arms amidst Zhou Ye's gasp.

"Hey! Jiang Qing! What are you doing?!"

Zhou Ye instinctively hugged his neck tightly, his body lifted into the air, and his legs kicked wildly.

"Of course I'm taking you to take a bath!"

Jiang Qing smiled mischievously.

"Put me down! I'll wash myself! You...you wait for me!"

"Save your energy."

Jiang Qing carried her and walked steadily toward the master bedroom bathroom, his tone carrying an unyielding and sarcastic tone.

"Let's wash together, save water, and respond to the call for environmental protection."

"You...you're being a scoundrel! Who wants to shower with you!"

Zhou Ye protested verbally, but the force with which he pounded on his shoulder was weak, and his voice was sweet and coquettish, more like he was whining.

The bathroom was brightly lit, and Jiang Qing carefully placed her on the large sink.

The cold countertop made Zhou Ye let out a soft hum.

Jiang Qing didn't give her another chance to protest. She turned around, took the two of their toothbrushes from the shelf next to her, skillfully squeezed out the toothpaste, and then picked up the pink toothbrush that Zhou Ye had used before and handed it to her mouth.

"Ah~ open your mouth."

His voice was deep and had a hint of coaxing.

Looking at his serious expression, and then at the toothbrush covered in mint-flavored toothpaste, Zhou Ye puffed out his cheeks and finally obediently opened his mouth.

Jiang Qing's movements were very gentle. He gently supported her chin with one hand and held a toothbrush in the other, carefully brushing each of her teeth with such focus that it was as if he were conducting some kind of research.

Zhou Ye tilted his head back, his gaze falling directly on the focused expression in the man's eyes. His heart felt as if it had been gently tickled by a feather, a warm and pleasant sensation.

The slight awkwardness from before had dissipated without me even realizing it.

After brushing her teeth, Jiang Qing rinsed her mouth with warm water and then used a soft towel to wipe away the water stains from her lips. He also quickly brushed his own teeth.

After doing all this, he placed his hands on either side of the sink, encircling Zhou Ye in a small space, and stared intently at her rosy face in the mirror.

"Try the effect?"

He raised an eyebrow, his eyes filled with undisguised mockery.

Before Zhou Ye could even process what "effect" he was referring to, Jiang Qing had already enveloped him with the lingering scent of toothpaste.

This time it's a refreshing mint flavor, cool yet quickly ignited by each other's warmth.

The cool touch of the sink contrasted strangely with the warmth of his body, and Zhou Ye couldn't help but shift slightly.

Jiang Qing's hand firmly rested on her lower back, stabilizing her.

The two figures were clearly reflected in the sink mirror.

Out of the corner of her eye, Zhou Ye caught a glimpse of her own hazy eyes, pink ears, and flushed cheeks in the mirror. A wave of shyness washed over her, and she instinctively tried to turn her face away, but Jiang Qing cupped her cheeks, leaving her only able to let out muffled sobs.

"You, you mustn't look in the mirror! You're not allowed to look!"

She finally found a brief opening and protested in a low voice.

"She looks good... Our Ono is very beautiful."

Jiang Qing whispered, his hand sliding down to her neck, which was also tinged with crimson.

He lingered on his neck, and Zhou Ye tilted his head back, his fingers unconsciously digging into his thick hair.

As if a switch had been flipped, Jiang Qing's breathing became rapid.

He stepped back slightly, put his arms under her knees and back, and lifted her up steadily again.

"The water's ready, go take a shower."

His voice was hoarse as he carried her to the large bathtub next to him, which had already been filled with hot water via a command.

The rising steam blurred the mirror and also obscured their vision.

He carefully placed Zhou Ye into the warm water, and the comfortable temperature made her let out a satisfied sigh.

The water rippled, and Jiang Qing followed suit, stepping inside. The space instantly felt smaller, and the warm water enveloped the two of them.

Water became the gentlest medium between the two, and also the most ambiguous barrier.

Zhou Ye's long hair spread out in the water, floating like seaweed.

Jiang Qing's hand, carrying the flow of water, brushed against her, each touch causing subtle ripples.

She couldn't help but playfully reach out and slap the water's surface, splashing water onto Jiang Qing's face. He didn't care at all; instead, he chuckled and leaned closer to wipe the water droplets off her eyelashes.

Soon, only the sound of running water and the occasional soft whimper like a kitten could be heard in the bathroom. The warm water washed away the fatigue and also fueled some more hidden flames.

From the bathtub to the shower, the warm water washes over the body, and the rising steam makes the oxygen seem thin.

Jiang Qing turned off the shower, wrapped Zhou Ye completely in a large bath towel, like packing a precious gift, and carried her back to the sink mirror.

He turned on the flashlight and stood behind the girl, fiddling with her hair and blowing warm air through her wet, long hair.

"Jiang Qing, you seem to be getting more and more skilled."

Zhou Ye looked at her in the mirror and couldn't help but pout.

Jiang Qing had done similar things for her many times before.

And she loved it every time.

"It's all about practice."

Jiang Qing leaned down and pressed his cheek against hers, looking at them in the mirror and chuckling playfully.

"Awesome!"

Zhou Ye raised his hand and scratched Jiang Qingxin's chin, his voice soft and sweet, making Jiang Qingxin feel ticklish.

He quickly dried Zhou Ye's hair, and before she could react, he picked her up again and carried her straight back to the bedroom.

Seeing his eager look, the girl felt both embarrassed and amused.

What a scoundrel! All he ever thinks about is doing bad things!
The moment his body sank into the soft mattress, Zhou Ye couldn't help but let out a comfortable sigh.

Jiang Qing leaned down, his gentle touch falling like a light breeze on her smooth forehead, her moist eyelashes, and the tip of her pert nose, finally settling on her two lips, which were now even fuller and more alluring from being moistened with water.

He carried a soothing gentleness, and also an undeniable warmth.

Under the thin blanket, they shared each other's heartbeats.

The excitement that had been washed away by the water in the bathroom now rippled even more deeply in this quiet and private space, like a lake with a pebble thrown in.

After an unknown amount of time, everything finally calmed down, leaving only the lingering, intermittent breaths of those who had not yet recovered, which sounded particularly clear in the quiet room.

The digital clock on the bedside table showed the time; it was already one o'clock in the morning.

Zhou Ye, like a cat whose bones have been removed, slumped limply in Jiang Qing's arms, his cheek pressed against his chest, listening to the steady, powerful heartbeat gradually returning to calm.

She didn't even want to move a finger. Her eyelids drooped heavily, and tiny water droplets clung to her long eyelashes, making it impossible to tell whether they were sweat or tears.

Jiang Qing turned to the side and adjusted his position so that she could snuggle more comfortably in his arms.

He pulled the thin blanket up to cover the two of them, and gently combed her half-wet long hair with his fingers.

For a moment, only the sound of their breathing gradually synchronizing remained in the room.

Just as Zhou Ye's consciousness was about to sink into sleep, Jiang Qing's gentle voice sounded above her head.

"Oh, right, there's something I forgot to tell you."

He paused, seemingly organizing his thoughts.

"I saw a script the other day and thought it would be perfect for you."

"Ok?"

Zhou Ye responded lazily, like a cat being stroked, not taking it to heart at all, only subconsciously rubbing his nose against his warm skin.

“I’ve read the outline and character design. They’re quite solid, and the character is very nuanced. They’re quite different from the ones you’ve played before.”

Jiang Qing's voice was calm, as if she were stating something very ordinary.

"I've already had Chen Duo communicate with Ali Pictures. Tomorrow... oh, I'll send the script to your company later tonight."

"Oh... okay."

Zhou Ye's voice was muffled and drowsy, and he didn't even lift his eyelids.

For her, the most important thing at this moment was this warm embrace; nothing else mattered.

Her reaction was so casual, even perfunctory, that Jiang Qing was a little surprised.

He lowered his head and, using the faint city light streaming in from the window, carefully looked at the sleepy little face of the girl in his arms.

"You...aren't you going to ask what genre it is? Who's the director?"

He couldn't help but speak, gently tapping the tip of her nose with his fingertip.

"What if it's a subject you don't like, or the director has particularly strict requirements?"

Zhou Ye wrinkled his nose at his tap, and finally struggled to lift his eyelids a little, his hazy eyes meeting his.

She looked at him for a few seconds, then suddenly smiled very softly. The smile was full of trust, pure and without any impurities.

"You picked it~"

Her voice was soft and sweet, filled with sleepiness, yet she spoke as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

"Of course there's no problem! I don't want to ask so many questions; you wouldn't hurt me."

She snuggled closer to him, finding a more comfortable position, and sighed contentedly.

"I trust you, I'll listen to whatever you say, so I don't have to think too much, hehe..."

After saying that, she let out a soft laugh, becoming even more sweet and delicate.

Jiang Qing was stunned for a moment, then shook her head, both amused and exasperated.

More than anything, it's heartwarming.

He had witnessed the deceit and treachery of the business world and was accustomed to meticulous calculations and risk assessments, but he never imagined that trust could be so simple and so pure.

Simply because it was given to her by him, she accepted it without hesitation and without a single doubt.

He tightened his arms around her, his other hand unconsciously stroking her smooth back, feeling the delicate touch of her skin.

His movements were very gentle, as if he were caressing a priceless treasure.

"Ah."

Jiang Qing responded softly, her voice even gentler than before.

"If you like acting, I'll help you find good scripts and good teams."

His chin gently brushed against her cheek.

"Just focus on acting what you want to act, don't worry about anything else, I'll take care of everything else."

This sentence is like the most effective lullaby.

Zhou Ye snuggled contentedly against him, like a little animal that had found its most comfortable nest, and responded with a nasal sound.

"Um……"

The next second, her breathing became even and long, her body completely relaxed, and she drifted into a peaceful dream.

Looks like they're really exhausted.

Jiang Qing smiled and said nothing more.

In the darkness, he maintained the embrace, his gaze fixed on her serene face.

The neon lights outside the window occasionally swept by, casting ever-changing shadows on her delicate profile.

The skin beneath his fingertips was soft and delicate, and her heartbeat, faint yet firm, was transmitted through her chest.

That unconditional trust settled heavily in his heart, giving him a more solid sense of satisfaction than signing any sky-high contract.

He lowered his head and silently placed a kiss, light as a feather, on her smooth forehead.

Goodnight, Ono.

(End of this chapter)