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

Chapter 315 Soothe them, defeat them all!
Outside the car window, the neon lights of Shanghai were shut out behind the tinted windows, and the warm yellow glow of the overhead light inside the car was only enough to illuminate the small space in the back row.

Tian Xiwei trapped Jiang Qing between the seat and the car door, leaning forward so close that they could almost see the trembling of each other's eyelashes.

All the pent-up frustration from the party, the anger from being provoked, and the lingering fear from being startled by that crazy woman's morbid gaze all erupted at this moment.

She grabbed Jiang Qing's shirt collar, her fingertips digging into it.

Jiang Qing was startled by her sudden attack and leaned back slightly against the car door, but her face showed no surprise.

I just didn't expect the girl to react so strongly.

He didn't push her away immediately, nor did he try to break free from her grip on his collar. He simply raised one hand and placed it very naturally on her taut waist, through the black silk adorned with stars.

"What's going on?"

His voice was steady, with the usual calmness he displayed when dealing with problems, and his gaze met the fire in her eyes.

"She's my fan, you know that."

"fan?!"

Tian Xiwei raised her voice.

"What kind of look does a fan give their idol?! It's like they want to devour you alive! She's crazy! She's probably got something wrong with her head!"

She grew angrier as she spoke, shaking the hand clutching her collar and raising her other hand as if to poke his chest, but then restrained herself. Finally, she slammed her hand heavily on the chair next to him, making a dull thud.

"And another thing! What she just said to me was absolutely insane! She said I was the moon in the sky, and she was willing to give up everything for me! Then she questioned whether I could do that! Jiang Qing, do you know how terrifying the way she looked at me was? Like she wanted to eat me alive!"

Tian Xiwei spoke quickly and urgently, like a machine gun.

"Does she have ulterior motives towards you? Did you two have something going on before? Why did she talk to me like that?!"

Jiang Qing listened quietly, his hand resting on her waist, gently stroking it soothingly.

After she had vented her anger and was glaring at him breathlessly, he finally spoke, his tone extremely gentle.

"The fans' mentality might be a bit obsessive."

Jiang Qing didn't care too much. In his opinion, compared to many crazy fans, Wang Cheran's behavior was relatively restrained.

Tian Xiwei was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously loosened her grip on her collar.

"you know……"

"She is my fan, that's for sure. Her Weibo ID is Jiangpan Zhaixingren, and she's consistently ranked high on the Super Topic contribution list. Her videos analyzing my public lectures are very detailed."

Jiang Qing stated the facts.

"Perhaps her way of expressing admiration is a bit excessive, but so far, she has not caused me any real trouble or harm."

He paused, looking calmly at Tian Xiwei.

"As for what she said to you tonight, it was her personal obsession, it doesn't represent my thoughts, and it certainly doesn't mean that there's any relationship between us that you imagine."

"Then what makes her so special..."

Tian Xiwei was still furious.

Would you hold a grudge against your fans?

Jiang Qing interrupted her, smiling as she gave an analogy.

"For example, your male fans might call you 'wife,' or they might say unpleasant things when other men get close to you. Do you think I should take that to heart?"

He gently pulled her closer with the hand on her waist, their noses almost touching.

"Xiaotian, why are you getting angry with her? Are you with me or with her?"

He raised his other hand, his fingertips gently brushing against her temples, which were slightly damp with sweat from her earlier emotional outburst.

"Besides, the fact is that she can only talk, while you and I are like this now, aren't we?"

Tian Xiwei blinked at his words, feeling that they made a lot of sense, yet something seemed off.

Jiang Qing's gaze swept over her black battle robe, which was taut due to her straddling posture, revealing her stunning curves, and a hint of heat flashed in his eyes.

"Xiaotian, you look like a beautiful little leopard with its fur standing on end right now."

Tian Xiwei was a little stunned by his sudden and straightforward words of love. Her cheeks flushed red, and even the tips of her ears turned pink.

The raging anger that had been burning just now was like being doused with a bucket of warm water; although it wasn't completely extinguished, its momentum was instantly weakened by more than half.

Her gaze began to wander, and she dared not look him directly in the eye with the same fierce intensity as before.

"Who...who got angry..."

She muttered softly, completely letting go of his collar, and instinctively tried to get off him, but his hand held her waist firmly, preventing her from moving.

"Sit down."

Jiang Qing's voice carried an air of unyielding authority, and he pressed down lightly on her waist, preventing her from escaping.

"I haven't finished speaking."

Tian Xiwei could only obediently maintain this straddling position, her heart pounding, half from lingering anger and half from the embarrassment of being teased by him.

She pouted, the fiery spirit of a Sichuan girl faded, and her voice softened.

What are you going to do?

"Nothing, this is fine."

Jiang Qing chuckled softly.

He wrapped his arms around her waist, and with his other hand stroked her soft cat-ear updo, his fingertips running through the strands of hair as he gently massaged the back of her neck.

The car quieted down, with only the faint sound of the air conditioning system and the two people breathing closely together.

After a while, Tian Xiwei finally raised her head. Her big eyes were watery and still flushed, but the anger in them had disappeared, leaving only a complex mix of a little grievance and a little smugness.

"Then...then you have to make it up to me!"

She began to settle scores, poking his hard chest with her finger.

"I was so angry tonight! My emotions are severely traumatized!"

Jiang Qing raised an eyebrow slightly.

"How to compensate?"

"Treat me to hot pot! The spiciest kind! I'm going to channel my grief and anger into my appetite!"

Tian Xiwei immediately made an outrageous demand.

"We're shooting a magazine cover tomorrow, are you sure?"

Jiang heard the phone call he received in the afternoon, smiled and reminded her, pinching her delicate chin with his fingers.

"Aren't you afraid of getting breakouts?"

Tian Xiwei froze, thinking about tomorrow's work, and instantly wilted, humming resentfully.

"Then...then I'll have the clear broth! Or a half-and-half hot pot is fine too! I want to eat it!"

Seeing her collapse instantly and then force herself to cheer up again, Jiang Qing's smile deepened.

He leaned close to her ear, his warm breath brushing against her sensitive earlobe, his voice low and carrying a hint of ambiguity that only the two of them could understand.

"Clear broth hot pot is fine. But right now... I'm a little hungry."

Tian Xiwei's ears turned bright red instantly, and her neck also turned pink.

She understood his unspoken meaning, and her heart started racing again, but she still had to keep a straight face.

"If you're hungry... then go home and eat noodles!"

"it is good."

Jiang Qing readily agreed and chuckled softly, a laugh that made Tian Xiwei's eardrums itch and her heart tremble.

"I'll make you some noodles when we get home."

The vehicle smoothly merged into the still bustling traffic of Shanghai late at night, and the temperature quietly rose in the small space behind the barrier.

Tian Xiwei's gorgeous and aloof battle robe was being crumpled and peeled away little by little under Jiang Qing's fingertips.

The dazzling diamond earrings swayed rapidly in the dim light, and were eventually carefully removed by a large hand and casually tossed onto the seat next to it.

The black velvet long gloves and sleeves were also removed, revealing slender, fair arms, which were quickly grasped firmly and pressed against the car door lining above their heads.

Tian Xiwei had long lost the imposing manner she had when she questioned him, leaving only soft, low murmurs, like a fish thrown ashore.

Jiang Qing traced his fingers down her full, red lips, lingering on her neck and collarbone, leaving behind warm, moist marks.

That expensive haute couture fishtail dress became the biggest obstacle at this moment, but its tight lines also added a touch of sexiness.

"Jiang Qing, not in the car..." Tian Xiwei struggled, her voice broken and pleading.

"The baffle is thick enough, don't worry."

Jiang Qing's voice, still burning hot, continued unabated.

He easily thwarted her feeble resistance, exploring the intricate lacing structure at the back of the dress.

The train carriage seemed to have become a cocoon, independent of the world.

The neon lights outside the window flashed by, casting ever-changing spots of light on the overlapping figures.

Tian Xiwei's consciousness was repeatedly pulled between despair and clarity, and all her grievances, anxieties, and jealousy were washed away and scattered.

She tilted her head back, her swan-like neck taut, occasionally letting out a few suppressed sobs, like a kitten's claws scratching at one's heart.

It is unknown how much time passed before the storm gradually subsided.

Tian Xiwei felt as if all her strength had been drained away, and she nestled softly in Jiang Qing's arms, her cheek pressed against his chest, listening to his steady and powerful heartbeat gradually calm down.

The expensive fishtail skirt was wrinkled beyond recognition and had slipped down to reveal a large expanse of snow-white skin, which shimmered with a lustrous sheen in the dim light.

Jiang Qing's large hand gently stroked her smooth back.

The carriage was filled with a unique scent, a mixture of high-end fragrance and the smell of sweat.

Tian Xiwei was so tired that she didn't even want to move her fingers. Her mind was hazy, and she just wanted to fall asleep.

Jiang Qing lowered his head and placed a light kiss on her sweaty cheek, then carefully pulled up her slipped dress shoulder a little to cover up the ambiguous marks.

The car slowly drove into the underground parking garage.

Zhou Zhengkai and Chen Duo both tacitly agreed not to get out of the car immediately. It wasn't until the rear partition was gently tapped twice that Chen Duo quickly got out of the car and opened the rear door.

Jiang Qing got out of the car first. His suit jacket was nowhere to be seen. His shirt collar was open and wrinkled, and there was a faint red mark on his neck from a fingernail.

He turned around, bent down, and reached into the car.

He carefully carried Tian Xiwei out.

She was wrapped in his suit jacket, the oversized jacket almost completely covering her, revealing only her ankles, clad in high heels, hanging limply at the moment, and her small face, still flushed, nestled in the crook of his neck.

Her eyes were closed, her long eyelashes like tired butterfly wings, as if she had fallen asleep. Her body was so limp that she had no strength left and was completely dependent on his support.

The cute cat-ear updo was a little loose, with a few strands sticking to her sweaty cheeks.

Without glancing to the side, Chen Duo deftly took Tian Xiwei's handbag and her crumpled velvet sleeves from the car.

Jiang Qing waved to the two of them and carried the girl in his arms toward the elevator.

The elevator ascended smoothly.

In the enclosed space, Tian Xiwei shifted restlessly in his arms, letting out a muffled whimper, seemingly startled by the light.

Jiang Qing lowered his head and rubbed his chin against her cheek, tightening his arms around her.

Back at the apartment, Jiang Qing carried her straight to the master bedroom.

He gently placed her on the bed, took off the high heels that had tormented her all night, rubbed her reddened ankles, and then pulled the blanket over her tightly.

As soon as Tian Xiwei touched the pillow, she curled up like a kitten that had found its nest, her breathing becoming even and long, and she drifted off to sleep.

Her face still bore the lingering flush, along with a hint of satisfied weariness.

Jiang Qing stood by the bed and quietly watched her for a while.

As she slept, all her fierceness vanished, leaving her sweet and defenseless. Only her slightly swollen lips and the faint red marks on her neck hinted at the madness she had just experienced.

He leaned down and placed a very light kiss on her smooth forehead before turning and going to the bathroom.

The warm water washed over my body, taking away the lingering restlessness.

Jiang Qing closed her eyes, and the image of Wang Churan's obedient appearance flashed through her mind.

He opened his eyes, his gaze shifting slightly.

He had heard of obsessive fans, and although he didn't know exactly what had happened between the two girls, he didn't take it too seriously.

Fans, to some extent, have a possessive mentality.

Wang Churan is such a gentle girl, she doesn't even dare to speak loudly. How powerful could she possibly be?

When Xiaotian gets jealous, he tends to exaggerate a bit in his words.

The next morning, sunlight streamed into the bedroom through the cracks in the window.

Tian Xiwei woke up to an enticing aroma of food.

She opened her eyes groggily, feeling as if her whole body had been disassembled and reassembled, both sore and weak, but her spirits were unusually high.

Memories of last night flooded back into my mind like a tidal wave, from the heated exchange at the party, to the questioning in the car, and then to that intense scene that made her feel like her soul was leaving her body...

Her face instantly turned bright red. She pulled the blanket over her head and screamed and rolled around silently in the covers.

OMG!

What did she do last night?!
On the car...

What a shame!

"Get up and eat when you wake up."

Jiang Qing's cheerful voice rang out from the doorway.

Tian Xiwei suddenly threw off the covers and saw Jiang Qing dressed in comfortable pajamas, leaning against the door frame, holding a tray in her hand.

He looked refreshed, and his hair was still slightly damp, obviously he had just washed it.

The sunlight fell on him, outlining his tall and straight figure. The languid wildness of last night had vanished, and he had returned to his usual calm and gentle demeanor.

"Who, who's awake!"

Tian Xiwei stubbornly refused to admit it, quickly pulling the blanket over her body, leaving only her large eyes exposed as she glared at him warily and embarrassedly.

"You...you get out!"

Jiang Qing chuckled lightly. Instead of leaving, she carried the tray in and placed it on the bedside table.

The tray held a golden-brown sunny-side-up egg, a toasted whole-wheat bread, and a steaming glass of milk.

"I've used up a lot of energy, I need to replenish it."

He sat down on the edge of the bed, his gaze sweeping meaningfully over her body hidden under the covers.

"Jiang Qing!"

Tian Xiwei, embarrassed and annoyed, grabbed a pillow and threw it at him.

Jiang Qing easily caught the pillow, placed it aside, leaned closer to her, and supported himself on his hands beside her, bringing with him the refreshing scent unique to morning.

"Still angry? Didn't you make it up to me last night?"

He was so close that Tian Xiwei could clearly see the smile in his eyes.

She was both angry and ashamed, so she decided to give up and pushed him.

"Get out! Get out! I want to eat! I'm starving!"

Jiang Qing seized the hand that was pushing her away, kissed her puffed-up cheek, and then stood up with a smile.

"Okay, let's eat. After we finish, I'll take you to the filming location."

As he turned to pull the curtains, sunlight streamed in, illuminating the entire room.

Tian Xiwei sat on the bed, hugging her knees, looking at the steaming breakfast on the bedside table, and then at the tall and upright figure in the morning light. The unpleasant things about Wang Churan from last night were mostly dispelled.

She threw off the covers and got out of bed, her bare feet stepping onto the soft carpet. She walked to the dining table, picked up a slice of toast, took a big bite, and mumbled something indistinctly.

"You're not allowed in the car next time! Do you hear me?"

Jiang Qing turned around and looked at her like a little squirrel guarding its food, its cheeks bulging, a bit of bread crumbs on the corner of its mouth, the smile in its eyes deepening, and it nodded readily.

"Okay, I'll do as you say, I won't be in the car."

Tian Xiwei then gave a satisfied hum, picked up the milk and took a big gulp, and began to focus on the breakfast in front of her.

The warm sunshine shone on me, the aroma of food filled the air, and he was there beside me with his steady companionship.

All unhappiness was kept out of this peaceful morning.

As long as Jiang Qing has her in his heart, nothing else matters, right?
After all, she still has quite a few rivals ahead of her!
Go, Xiaotian!

Defeat them all!

(End of this chapter)