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

Chapter 310 A Chaotic March, Unnecessary Worries

March has arrived in the blink of an eye, and the breeze in Luyang is already warm. The floor-to-ceiling windows of Binhu Shuangxi offer a panoramic view of the city's springtime scenery.

Zhou Ye's days in Luyang were like being soaked in honey, every frame was sweet.

In the kitchen early in the morning, Jiang Qing's egg pancake making skills became increasingly refined, producing golden and crispy pancakes with an irresistible aroma of eggs.

Zhou Ye is keen on developing all sorts of creative soy milk. Red dates and goji berries are the basic version, and occasionally he will throw in a few walnuts or black sesame seeds on a whim, calling them "energy bombs." He only considers it acceptable if Jiang Qing drinks it all without changing her expression.

She was wandering around the kitchen in her fluffy Samoyed onesie pajamas, her tail swaying with her movements. Several times she almost swept the spice bottles off the counter, but Jiang Qing caught her tail by the quickest move.

"Zhou Xiaoye."

Jiang Qing helplessly pinched the ears on her hat.

"Are you here to help or to tear down the kitchen?"

Zhou Ye confidently waved the measuring cup of the soy milk maker.

"Supervise! Do you understand? Ensure Dr. Jiang's nutrition is balanced!"

Jiang Qing stood with her hands on her hips, looking at the girl's attempt to argue with a helpless expression.

The study is often filled with sunlight in the afternoon.

While Jiang Qing was dealing with emails or reading technical documents, Zhou Ye would nestle in the large sofa next to him, sometimes reading scripts, sometimes watching dramas on his tablet, his feet casually resting on Jiang Qing's lap.

When she gets excited, she'll snuggle up to him, rest her chin on his shoulder, and look at the jumping code on his screen.

"Jiang Qing, what is this thing that looks like a tadpole?"

She pointed to a loop statement.

"For loop".

Jiang Qing turned his head to the side, his nose almost touching her hair.

"It's like when you're filming a movie, you might shoot a scene multiple times until the director yells 'good'."

"Oh……"

Zhou Ye drew out his words, then suddenly realized.

"And this one? It looks like a small arrow."

Assignment operator.

He explained patiently.

"It's like pouring the tea you just brewed into my cup."

"Then... can I try to make it do a magic trick?"

Zhou Ye's eyes sparkled.

Jiang Qing chuckled, took her hand and placed it on the mouse, his fingertips covering hers, and typed a few simple commands on the keyboard.

A message popped up on the screen: "Hello, Xiaoye!"

Zhou Ye exclaimed in surprise and turned to give him a loud kiss on the cheek.

Jiang Qing! You're just like my Doraemon!

Jiang Qing pinched her cheek, his expression becoming even more tender.

The lakeside at dusk is their special time for a stroll.

The setting sun casts a golden glow, and the lake ripples with delicate light.

The two walked slowly along the rubber track, hand in hand.

Zhou Ye would chatter on and on, and most of the time, Jiang Qing would listen to her, occasionally responding to show that she was listening.

Sometimes, without saying a word, just walking side by side, feeling the evening breeze on our cheeks, and listening to each other's footsteps, we feel that time is peaceful and beautiful.

Zhou Ye's hands get cold easily, so as they walked, he naturally slipped them into Jiang Qing's warm coat pocket, where they were completely enveloped by Jiang Qing's large palm.

During this period, they also left their footprints at many scenic spots in Luyang.

Inside the Bao Gong Temple, Zhou Ye earnestly imitated the dignified expression of "Bao Qingtian" in front of the statue of Bao Zheng, and Jiang Qing captured the funny moment with her mobile phone.

While boating in Xiaoyaojin Park, she insisted on taking the oars, causing the boat to spin in circles. In the end, Jiang Qing smiled and took over, steadily rowing the boat towards the island in the middle of the lake.

On the bluestone path of Sanhe Ancient Town, she held up the sugar painting she had just bought and licked it as she walked, like a little child.

Jiang Qing simply looked at her with a smile, her hands full of all sorts of snacks she had bought along the way.

Life felt like soaking in warm water, so comfortable that you forgot about time.

Until early March, Hesong kept making urgent phone calls, and Li Xue's voice rose eight octaves on the other end of the line.

"My little darling! Do you even remember you're an actress?! If you don't come back soon, your fans will think you've retired from the entertainment industry!"

Zhou Ye lay listlessly on the sofa, burying his face in Jiang Qing's neck, his voice muffled.

"You don't want to leave..."

Jiang Qing ruffled her hair, his tone indulgent.

"Then let's not go."

"Sigh... Forget it, I'd better just focus on my job. Otherwise, if it goes on any longer, someone will start to find me annoying."

Jiang Qing's words pleased Zhou Ye, but he began to feel sorry for himself.

Seeing the girl's expression, Jiang Qing tapped her head in an annoyed tone.

On the night before his departure, Zhou Ye was unusually clingy.

Jiang Qing was replying to his last email in the study when she sat on the carpet at his feet, hugging a pillow and resting her head on his knees. She didn't say anything, just quietly kept him company.

After finishing his work, Jiang Qing bent down and picked her up, carrying her back to the bedroom like a large doll.

That night, the girl was unusually persistent.

At the airport, Zhou Ye kept turning back to look at Jiang Qing until she could no longer see her at the security checkpoint. Then she sniffed, put on her sunglasses, straightened her back, and transformed back into the energetic actress Zhou Ye.

At the start of the new year, everyone is steadily moving forward on their established paths.

However, just a few days later, close contacts suddenly appeared at Hengdian World Studios, and control measures were abruptly tightened.

When Jiang Qing received the news, she immediately called Chen Duling.

Chen Duling complained to Jiang Qing on the phone, feeling both amused and exasperated.

"I feel like a firefighter right now, rushing to wherever I'm needed! I just came off this film set, took off my wig, and immediately jumped into the martial arts film set next door. My scalp is protesting from wearing that wig so much!"

During the video call, she had faint dark circles under her eyes, but she seemed to be in good spirits. She was wearing an elaborate ancient costume and was sitting on a chair taking small sips of water.

The background is a noisy film set.

Filming for "Chang Yue Jin Ming" had already wrapped up, but unexpectedly, this sudden situation occurred, leaving her to act as a troubleshooter between various film crews.

Jiang Qing frowned slightly as she looked at the girl on the screen, who looked a little tired but still had bright eyes.

"How's the situation over there? Are they short of supplies? Should I send some over?"

"Need not!"

Chen Duling quickly waved her hand.

"Please don't come here! The control policies here change three times a day. What if you get stuck here too? What will happen to Wuwen Technology, such a big operation? I'm just filming here. The crew's logistics are okay, and there are enough boxed meals. It's just that I can't leave for the time being. Don't worry, I value my life very much. I weld my mask to my face and use disinfectant as hand cream."

Her tone was relaxed, even a little teasing, but her attitude was unusually firm.

Jiang Qing knew that she was independent and had her own opinions. Seeing that she was not flustered, but just full of work, she did not insist anymore, but gave her some advice.

"Take good care of yourself, eat on time, and don't stay up too late. Let me know if you need anything."

"Understood, President Jiang."

Chen Duling pushed up glasses that weren't actually on her nose and imitated his calm tone, but a sly glint flashed in her eyes.

"You're so busy with your affairs, don't worry about a nobody like me. Once I'm out of quarantine here and filming wraps up, I'll come to Luyang and eat you out of house and home!"

After hanging up the video call, Jiang Qing looked at the darkened screen and smiled helplessly.

This rational girl, who is occasionally a little cunning, always manages to express her concern and rejection in a way that leaves no room for argument.

Life continued to glide smoothly along its own track.

Jiang Qing is engrossed in the self-evolution test of Thirteen, Zhou Ye and Meng Ziyi join the group with a "go-for-all" approach, while Chen Duling continues to be her firefighter, playing a bunch of "white moonlight" roles.

Until the afternoon of March 15th, an explosive news story suddenly shattered the calm of the internet, instantly topping the trending topics list on all social media platforms.

Public opinion was uproar.

Netizens transformed into detectives, following the clues to uncover the truth. The comment sections of other celebrities were instantly flooded with various questions and demands to prove their innocence. Among them was Tian Xiwei, who had recently finished filming "Qingqing's Daily Life" and was currently resting.

A high-end apartment in Shanghai.

Tian Xiwei, wearing loose cartoon pajamas and with her hair all messy from sleeping, sat cross-legged on the bed scrolling through her phone.

Before I could even shake off the grogginess of waking up, the chaotic mess in my Weibo comment section completely jolted me awake.

"Does your company have a tradition of this? We suggest you provide proof to clear your name!"

"Playing dead? Feeling guilty? Come out and explain yourself!"

"What's the use of being pretty? If your character is flawed, your career will still collapse!"

……

The comments section was filled with absolutely disgusting remarks.

"hammer!"

Tian Xiwei's big, round cartoon eyes widened instantly, her face flushed red with anger, and she slammed her phone heavily onto the fluffy blanket, where it bounced up.

"What does this have to do with me! Why are you looking for me?"

She was so angry that she kicked her legs on the bed, crumpling the soft blankets into a mess, and bursting out a string of fiery Chongqing dialect words.

"A bunch of idiots! Are you out of your minds? You morons! I earn money honestly by making movies, why should I have to answer to you people? Investigate! Investigate my ass! I wish the tax bureau would come and investigate every day, the cleaner the better!"

The more she cursed, the angrier she became. So she grabbed a pillow, imagined it as the face of those mindless trolls, and punched it hard a few times.

The fluffy down pillow made a dull "thump-thump" sound.

Just as she was venting her anger, the doorbell rang abruptly.

"Ding dong~"

Tian Xiwei paused, blinking her big eyes in confusion.

"Huh? My snail rice noodles arrived so quickly? Did the delivery guy drive like a rocket today?"

She jumped off the bed barefoot, slipped on her fluffy slippers, and ran angrily toward the door while muttering to herself, haphazardly scratching her frizzy hair.

"It'd better not be reporters blocking the entrance, otherwise I'll..."

With a "click," the door was pulled open.

The people standing outside the door were neither deliverymen in yellow or blue vests, nor reporters carrying cameras and microphones.

His tall figure, dressed in a dark shirt, seemed to carry the slight chill of the outside air with him.

It was Jiang Qing, the person she had never expected to appear at that moment.

Tian Xiwei's round eyes widened to their limit, her mouth slightly open, her mind blank. The anger that had just surged up seemed to have been paused, stuck in mid-air.

The next second, a huge surprise erupted like a volcanic eruption, instantly drowning out all the grievances.

“Jiang Qing!!!”

A scream of disbelief shattered the tranquility of the apartment.

Without even thinking, Tian Xiwei's body instincts outpaced all her reactions, and she lunged forward like a cannonball!
Jiang Qing was prepared and steadily opened her arms the moment she jumped.

Tian Xiwei skillfully wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms tightly around his neck, clinging to him like a koala. The force of the impact made Jiang Qing take a half step back before regaining his balance.

She nuzzled her fluffy head against his neck, her voice a mixture of surprise and delight.

"My God! It's you! I thought it was reporters blocking the door to interview me about whether I evaded taxes! Those netizens are so annoying! They're driving me crazy! Why are you here? You didn't even tell me beforehand!"

She spoke rapidly and urgently, her warm breath brushing against Jiang Qing's ear.

Jiang Qing held her steadily, feeling the fresh breath of the girl in his arms, and his tense heart finally relaxed a little.

He patted her on the back, his voice carrying a reassuring smile.

"I was worried you'd be overthinking things at home alone and getting upset by what you read online. I happened to have some errands to run nearby, so I stopped by to check on you."

He casually glossed over the fact that he had immediately asked Chen Duo to book tickets after seeing the news.

"Why would I overthink things? The innocent will clear themselves!"

Tian Xiwei lifted her head from his embrace, her big eyes sparkling. The gloom from before had vanished, leaving only pure joy, but she still couldn't hold back her words.

"It's just that seeing those lapdogs talking nonsense makes me furious! It's so annoying!"

Only then did she belatedly realize that she was still clinging to him like an octopus. Her face flushed slightly, and she quickly let go of him, slid off, stood up straight, smoothed her messy hair, and gave a slightly embarrassed chuckle.

"Oh my, I'm so excited... Come in, come in!"

She stepped aside, grabbed Jiang Qing's arm, and pulled him into the warm entryway.

The apartment was well-heated and filled with a faint, sweet fragrance typical of a girl's room.

The living room was a bit messy, with several cushions piled on the sofa and snack bags scattered on the coffee table.

"Please sit down! Do you want some water? I'll pour you some!"

Tian Xiwei rushed into the kitchen, then remembered something and turned back to ask loudly.

"Have you eaten yet? I ordered snail rice noodles! They'll be right there! Want to grab some together?"

Seeing that she was still full of energy, Jiang Qing gradually felt relieved.

He walked to the sofa, straightened the several overturned cushions, and sat down.

"No need to rush, I just got off the plane and I'm not hungry yet."

"That'll do! Since you're on my turf, you have to make something special!"

Tian Xiwei brought over a glass of warm water and handed it to him. She then plopped down next to him, crossed her legs, and stared at him with her big, bright eyes.

"You flew here specifically for this purpose, right?"

Jiang Qing took a sip of water but did not answer her directly.

"I saw the news and I'm worried it might affect you. What did the company say?"

"My phone is ringing off the hook!"

Tian Xiwei felt a sweet warmth in her heart, then raised her chin, her face open and honest.

"But what am I afraid of! A clear conscience fears no accusation! I'm just a lowly 'Karmi' (a term used to describe someone who is honest and upright), and my taxes have always been strictly in accordance with regulations. I can withstand any investigation. It's just those trolls online who are really annoying! They'll be fine once this storm passes."

She waved her little fist, looking like she was saying, "I'm not afraid."

"That's good."

Jiang Qing nodded, and seeing her energetic appearance, he was completely relieved.

"Don't read those comments, just do your own thing."

"I understand, I understand!"

Tian Xiwei smiled, her eyes crinkling, the fiery little pepper from a moment ago now as sweet as a piece of candy.

"I don't have any worries now that you're here! It works better than any placebo!"

Just then, the doorbell rang again.

"Ah! My snail rice noodles!"

Tian Xiwei cheered and jumped up, rushing towards the door.

This time it really was takeout.

She held up a bag of snail rice noodles, which emitted a strong, exotic aroma, and presented it to Jiang Qing like a treasure, her big eyes full of cunning.

"Really not going to have some? Smell it, how domineering! A unique treat in Shanghai!"

Looking at her energetic smiling face, Jiang Qing's last trace of worry vanished.

He smiled and shook his head, his tone indulgent.

"You eat, I'll just watch you eat."

Tian Xiwei didn't insist. She chuckled and quickly opened the packaging, the rich aroma of pickled bamboo shoots instantly filling the air.

She sat back down cross-legged on the carpet, and started eating heartily at the coffee table. While eating, she mumbled to Jiang Qing about the fun things that happened during filming and her upcoming work plans. Her signature big eyes sparkled in the steam.

Outside the window, the neon lights of Shanghai gradually illuminate, shutting out the city's hustle and bustle from the warm apartment.

Jiang Qing leaned back on the sofa, looking at the girl in front of him who was so well-rested and full of energy by a bowl of snail rice noodles, and chuckled to himself.

What was I thinking? How could I possibly think this girl was in a bad state?
She could probably fight her haters for three hundred rounds!
(End of this chapter)