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

Chapter 311 Oda's Charm Showcase

After slurping up the last mouthful of noodles, Tian Xiwei leaned back contentedly against the sofa leg and let out a small burp.

At this moment, the rich aroma of snail rice noodles had filled the entire living room.

Jiang Qing sniffed helplessly, really not understanding why these girls liked to eat these things.

Tian Xiwei noticed his reaction, her big, round eyes darted around, a sly glint flashing across them.

"Jiang Qing!"

She suddenly scrambled to her feet, exuding a strange fragrance, and rubbed against Jiang Qing, who was sitting on the sofa.

"We're full, how about a kiss to celebrate our gathering here today?"

She pouted, making a move to kiss him.

Jiang Qing reacted extremely quickly, without even frowning. He raised his arm with lightning speed and precisely grabbed Tian Xiwei's wrist. The force was just right, but it made her unable to move.

"Don't even think about it."

His face was full of rejection, his eyes filled with disdain, and his gaze swept over her oily lips.

"Your smell could scare away cats three miles away, Tian Xiwei, do you want to smell yourself?"

"Oh dear, that's such an exaggeration!"

Tian Xiwei twisted her wrist in dissatisfaction, trying to break free, her little mouth pouting so much it could hang an oil bottle.

"A kiss won't hurt you! I don't mind at all!"

"I despise you!"

Jiang Qing was concise and to the point, completely ignoring her protest.

With a flick of his wrist, he easily lifted Tian Xiwei off the carpet, then turned her around and wrapped his other arm around her waist, half-carrying and half-embracing her.

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

Tian Xiwei's feet left the ground, both shocked and angry, and she thrashed about like a fish just out of the water.

"Put me down! You bastard!"

Jiang Qing ignored him, carrying the menacing "humanoid bioweapon," and strode towards the restroom.

He put her down at the sink, but kept one hand firmly around her waist to prevent her from escaping.

"Stand still, or I'll spank you."

He gave the order, deftly picked up Tian Xiwei's pink toothbrush with his other hand, squeezed on some toothpaste, and shoved it into her hand.

"brush."

"Screw the brushing! I smell great!"

Tian Xiwei stuck out her neck, looking defiant.

"brush."

Jiang Qing's tone was completely calm. He reached out and held the back of her head, bringing the toothbrush close to her mouth.

"Hurry up, inside and out, three minutes."

Tian Xiwei was so angry that she kept humming, but she knew she couldn't win against him, so she reluctantly opened her mouth, glaring at him with her big eyes as she brushed her teeth, muttering curses indistinctly.

"Tyrant... Fascist... Unreasonable..."

Jiang Qing pretended not to hear, steadily supporting her and supervising her to brush her teeth properly.

Tian Xiwei deliberately dawdled, humming and whimpering, making a swishing sound with her toothbrush in her mouth, her cheeks puffed out like an angry little pufferfish.

Jiang Qing remained unmoved until Jiang Qing had brushed her mouth full of foam, then gestured for her to rinse her mouth.

Just as Tian Xiwei was about to breathe a sigh of relief after finishing the first scan, Jiang Qing suddenly leaned down, pinched her chin, and sniffed her lips.

Tian Xiwei's heart skipped a beat when he suddenly got close to her, and her face felt a little hot, but she still forced a fierce expression.

"What are you smelling for! There's no smell now!"

"besides."

Jiang Qing frowned slightly. The lingering smell of sour bamboo shoots mixed with the minty toothpaste created an even more bizarre flavor.

"Refresh it again."

Without saying a word, he squeezed out some more toothpaste.

"Jiang Qing!!! You did this on purpose!"

Tian Xiwei was really about to jump up and down.

"Pay carefully."

Jiang Qing pressed down on her restless shoulders, his eyes calm and unwavering, as if he were dealing with a program bug that needed deep cleaning.

The second attempt ended amidst Tian Xiwei's strong protests and futile struggles.

Jiang Qing leaned closer and sniffed carefully again, her expression becoming even more serious.

His gaze swept over her sweaty neck and the oil-stained collar before he finally drew his conclusion.

"It wasn't just on my mouth, it got on my body too."

Tian Xiwei: "???"

"To take a bath."

Jiang Qing released her and turned on the shower, and warm steam immediately filled the air.

Looking at his serious and instructive manner, and then at herself in the mirror, Tian Xiwei realized that she did indeed look a bit disheveled.

Her eyes darted around, and she suddenly adopted a coy expression, twisting the hem of her clothes with her fingers, her big eyes blinking as she looked at Jiang Qing, her voice deliberately soft and coquettish.

"Go take a shower now? Good heavens... it's only been a short while since it got dark... isn't it... a bit too early?"

She deliberately dragged out the last syllable, making it very suggestive.

Jiang Qing glared at her irritably, her eyes clearly saying "Stop with your little schemes," and then reached out and shoved her into the shower without any gentleness.

"Stop talking nonsense and hurry up and wash, the smell is too strong."

After saying that, she slammed the frosted glass door shut, cutting off her view.

"Hey!"

Tian Xiwei stomped her feet through the door.

"Jiang Qing! You clueless blockhead! You idiot!"

The only response she received was the sound of rushing water.

Jiang Qing returned to the living room and looked at the mess of snail rice noodle packaging bags and scattered tissues on the coffee table. The stubborn smell in the air still seemed to be lingering.

He raised an eyebrow helplessly, rolled up his shirt sleeves, and quickly began to tidy up.

First, pack all the trash tightly and put it outside.

Then, I patted and straightened the overturned cushions on the sofa and put them back in their original positions.

He neatly organized and put away the snack bags, hair clips, and dolls scattered on the coffee table and carpet.

Finally, he walked to the window and opened all the windows to their maximum size with a "whoosh." The cool breeze of early spring rushed in instantly, sweeping away the stuffiness and the annoying lingering smell inside.

Just as they finished doing all that, Tian Xiwei's voice came from the bathroom, wet and with a hint of coquetry.

"Jiang Qing! Jiang Qing! Can you get me my pajamas? They're in the far right drawer of my wardrobe!"

Jiang Qing paused for a moment before walking towards her bedroom.

As I pushed open the door, a faint, sweet fragrance, typical of a girl's room, wafted out, quite different from the living room.

The room wasn't big, but it was fairly tidy.

He walked straight to the large wardrobe that took up one wall.

Opening the closet door, I saw it was filled with colorful clothes.

Following instructions, he turned his gaze to the far right.

Instead of her usual cartoon T-shirts or hoodies, a separate clothes hanger was hanging there, covered with a dust bag.

Jiang Qing's fingers paused unconsciously as a vague fragment of memory flashed through her mind.

During a previous video call, Tian Xiwei mysteriously opened a corner of her wardrobe to show him her "secret weapon," and even teased him by asking which one he liked...

He unzipped the dust bag, and the scene inside instantly confirmed his memory.

The selection was dazzling, filled with intimate apparel made with minimal fabric and featuring bold designs—lace, tulle, thin straps, deep V-necks… in a variety of styles and colors.

Jiang Qing's gaze swept calmly across the catalog, her face expressionless, as if she were examining a product catalog.

Finally, his fingers landed on a black lace camisole.

The shoulder straps are so thin they're almost invisible, the neckline is low, and the back has a large openwork design. The matching panties are pitifully small.

He took off the set without expression, closed the dust bag, and shut the wardrobe door with practiced ease.

He walked to the bathroom door and knocked.

The door opened a crack, and a wet, pale arm stretched out, its fingertips still dripping water.

Jiang Qing stuffed the thin black lace into her hand.

Tian Xiwei, who was inside the door, received the item. Through the frosted glass, it was vaguely visible that she seemed to pause for a moment.

Then, a short, soft laugh, damp with moisture, followed by her teasing voice.

"Wow, Dr. Jiang, you have good taste! You're so discerning. Looks like you've done a lot of research!"

Her voice had a hooky quality. "Have you been planning this all along? Hmm?"

Jiang leaned against the wall outside the bathroom, his hands in his pockets, looking completely at ease, without even lifting his eyelids.

"Hurry up and get dressed, don't catch a cold."

After saying that, he curled his lips into a smile, turned around and went back to the living room, leaving Tian Xiwei inside to let out a dissatisfied "humph".

Jiang Qing sat on the sofa, casually picking up a fashion magazine that Ben Xiwei had placed on the coffee table and flipping through it. Listening to the rustling sounds of people getting dressed in the bathroom, she felt a slight warmth in her heart.

After a while, the bathroom door was opened.

"Jiang Qing~"

A deliberately drawn-out, coquettish call rang out.

Jiang Qing looked up upon hearing the sound.

Tian Xiwei stood at the bathroom door, wearing the black lace slip dress he had chosen.

Her wet black hair was casually tossed to one shoulder, water droplets sliding down her smooth neck and disappearing into the alluring lace trim on her chest.

The thin straps of the camisole hang loosely on her rounded shoulders, and the low-cut design outlines a full and beautiful curve, with the skin under the lace faintly visible.

The close-fitting fabric perfectly hugged her slender yet shapely waist, extending downwards to hug her pert hips. The hem of the skirt barely covered her upper thighs, leaving her two straight, long, and dazzlingly white legs exposed to the air.

She leaned against the door frame, one hand resting lightly on her hip, the other playing with a strand of her wet hair. Her big, round eyes were slightly narrowed, her gaze shifting, and her red lips curved into a charming yet slightly smug smile.

She deliberately puffed out her chest, making her impressive curves even more prominent, and her voice was soft and sweet.

"Dr. Jiang, are you satisfied with this setup?"

She tilted her head slightly, her eyes seeming to have little hooks.

"I put it on exactly as you instructed!"

She deliberately slowed her movements, like a model on a catwalk, and took two steps slowly toward him, the hem of her lace skirt swaying gently with her movements.

"Since you flew all the way here to see me, I'll give you some... special perks?"

The warm yellow light shone on her, making her sexy black lace dress appear even more alluring against her fair skin.

Despite possessing an undeniably sweet and beautiful face, she exuded an allure that was the complete opposite of her innocent charm, bordering on bewitching.

This extreme contrast, like the strongest liquor, possesses a fatal allure.

Jiang Qing's breath hitched almost imperceptibly.

He put down the magazine in his hand and straightened up from the back of the sofa.

In his deep eyes, beneath the calm surface of the lake, it seemed as if an undercurrent was beginning to surge.

He said nothing, but simply stood up and walked towards her.

Tian Xiwei watched him approach step by step, exuding an invisible sense of pressure.

Instead of backing down, she deliberately displayed her body to meet his burning gaze, even turning around to expose the large expanse of alluring lace behind her back to him.

She stuck out her tongue and gently licked her full lower lip, her voice becoming even more seductive.

"How was it? Wasn't it even more exciting than what you saw in the video...?"

Jiang Qing had already walked up to her.

The tall figure instantly enveloped her.

He remained silent, only lowering his gaze, which swept over her curvaceous body inch by inch, as if it were a physical object. His gaze slid from her watery eyes over her full breasts that seemed to burst forth from under the thin lace, past her slender waist, and finally settled on her long, straight legs.

His gaze was intense and focused, filled with undisguised possessiveness, making Tian Xiwei's heart pound like a drum, her feigned charm almost crumble, and her legs feel weak.

She couldn't help but recall the time she was bullied by Jiang Qing and felt unsteady on her feet.

But she still forced herself to stand up straight, tiptoeing and deliberately whispering in his ear, her breath sweet as orchids.

"President Jiang, have you seen enough? Would you like to... take a closer look?"

Her hand boldly touched his strong chest, and through the fabric of his shirt, she felt his heartbeat suddenly quicken.

Just as her fingertips were trying to unbutton the first button of his shirt, Jiang Qing finally moved.

He suddenly raised his hand, but instead of touching her teasing hand, he reached directly behind her.

His large hand, burning hot, gripped her smooth lower back and pulled her forcefully into his arms!
"what!"

Caught off guard, Tian Xiwei gasped as she crashed solidly into his hard, warm chest, her nose instantly filled with his scent.

She was about to look up and say something when Jiang Qing's other arm was already behind her knees.

The world is spinning!

Tian Xiwei felt her body lighten as Jiang Qing suddenly swept her up in his arms!
Then, with a quick pull and a push, he hoisted her firmly onto his broad shoulders!

This posture was even more pronounced than the one at the bathroom door; her vision was instantly reversed, and she could only see his straight back.

"Jiang Qing! Put me down!"

Tian Xiwei was both ashamed and angry, kicking her arms and legs wildly and pounding her fists on his back.

"You idiot! Put me down! I'm warning you! I'm getting angry!"

Her lace halter top slipped down even further because of this pose, revealing an even more alluring glimpse of her skin.

Jiang Qing remained silent, carrying her on his back, striding across the living room, heading directly towards the bedroom.

His steps were steady and powerful, and he remained unmoved no matter how much the little chili pepper on his shoulder struggled and cursed.

He held her kicking legs firmly with one hand and pushed open the slightly ajar bedroom door with the other.

"boom!"

The bedroom door was closed, blocking out the light from the living room and temporarily silencing Tian Xiwei's protests.

In the dimly lit room, only the sounds of their breathing could be heard, one heavy and the other rapid and panicked.

After a brief silence, Tian Xiwei's furious Sichuan-Chongqing dialect came from inside, along with a few muffled thuds, like a pillow being hit on something.

"Jiang Qing! You have no sportsmanship! Put me down! Ouch! My back! ...You beast! Be gentle!"

The sound gradually faded, replaced by another, more ambiguous sound that made one blush and their heart race.

Soft sobs, rapid breathing, the rustling of clothes, interspersed with Tian Xiwei's tearful, intermittent curses and pleas for mercy, all eventually melted away in the enchanting spring scenery.

……

After an unknown amount of time, the battle in the bedroom finally subsided.

The heavy curtains blocked out the city lights, with only a small wall lamp by the bedside emitting a dim, hazy glow.

A languid and ambiguous atmosphere permeated the air.

Like a cat whose fur has been completely smoothed out, Tian Xiwei nestled contentedly against Jiang Qing's chest.

She was so weak all over that she didn't even want to move her fingers. Her cheek was pressed against his skin, and she could clearly hear the steady and powerful heartbeat in his chest, one beat after another.

Her sexy black lace camisole had long since been tossed into some unknown corner.

Jiang Qing closed his eyes, one arm naturally encircling her smooth back, while the other hand gently stroked her slightly damp long hair that was scattered on his body.

His breathing had calmed down, and there was a hint of relaxed weariness between his brows.

The room was very quiet.

Tian Xiwei lay there for a while, savoring this rare tenderness. The resentment that had accumulated in her heart due to the online abuse had long since vanished, leaving only overflowing joy.

She moved her head, snuggled against his chest to find a more comfortable position, then tilted her head back, resting her chin on his firm pectoral muscles. Her large eyes, which shone brightly even in the dim light, stared unblinkingly at Jiang Qing's jawline, which was so close to hers.

"Jiang Qing."

She spoke softly, her voice slightly hoarse from the aftermath, but without her previous boisterousness; it was unusually serious.

"Ok?"

Jiang Qing hummed a lazy syllable through his nose, without opening his eyes, but his hand stroking her long hair paused for a moment.

"I am very happy today."

Her tone was frank and straightforward, with a hint of barely perceptible shyness.

"I'm so happy. Seeing you suddenly appear at the door felt like a warm stove was inside my heart."

She paused, as if organizing her thoughts, before adding more clearly.

"It's just...it's just that when I saw you came, especially for me, I was...so happy, so very happy."

Her way of expressing affection is always so direct and passionate, like a flame that burns without reservation, crackling and impossible to ignore.

There are no beating around the bush, no hesitation, just a clear and straightforward presentation of that joy to you.

Jiang Qing slowly opened her eyes.

He lowered his head and met her eyes, which were still clear and bright even in the dim light, filled with joy.

He tightened his arms around her back, pulling her closer to him, his warm palms pressed against her smooth, delicate back.

"Ah."

He responded with a gentle voice.

"I know."

Those three simple words were like a warm current, soothing Tian Xiwei's heart.

She couldn't help but smile, like a kitten that had been stroked so comfortably. She snuggled closer to him and let out a satisfied hum.

"Hehe, that's good."

(End of this chapter)