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

Chapter 323 The Big Sister's Boldness
The evening wind in Beijing in March still carried a biting chill, whistling as it swept across the hotel's glass curtain wall.

Jiang Qing pushed open the suite door, and the warmth that rushed in instantly dispelled the chill outside.

"I'm home?"

A soft, smiling voice rang out, carrying a familiar intimacy.

Jiang Qing looked up and saw Jing Tian getting up from the single sofa by the window. She was wearing a homey brown-red striped sleeveless dress. The soft fabric outlined her mature and full body lines, and her plump waist and hip curves drew a heart-pounding arc under the light.

She wore her hair in a gentle low bun, with a few strands loosely falling beside her cheeks, making her look like a still life painting in warm colors.

She moved gracefully, carrying a fresh scent of her bath as she approached, taking the coat Jiang Qing had taken off and dispelling the chill he had picked up from the outside.

"Well, long wait."

Jiang Qing responded with a smile, feeling her gentleness.

Jing Tian tiptoed and casually hung her coat on the coat rack in the entryway, exuding a relaxed, homey vibe.

"There's some calming tea brewed on the table; the temperature should be just right."

She turned to the side and pointed to the coffee table in the center of the living room, where a plain ceramic teapot and two identical cups sat, steam slowly rising from them.

"Ok."

Jiang Qing responded with a sound of exhaustion.

He was busy all day today too.

He reached out and grasped Jing Tian's soft wrist, which she had just hung up her clothes. Without saying a word, he simply led her to the sofa in the center of the living room.

When they sat down, he didn't sit next to her, but first let Jing Tian sit down, then leaned forward and rested his head on Jing Tian's thighs, which were pressed together.

The moment his head rested on her thigh, he could clearly feel the plump, soft flesh of her thighs. Even through the soft fabric, the elastic support made him feel incredibly relaxed.

Jing Tian looked down at him, a faint smile curving her lips. She gently raised her hand, her warm fingertips applying just the right amount of pressure, and massaged his temples.

Her fingertips were soft, with a delicate feel from long-term care, and as she pressed down in circles, they soothed Jiang Qing's tense nerves.

"What's wrong? Did you not enjoy the dinner party tonight?"

Jing Tian spoke very softly, as if afraid of disturbing him, and her gaze fell with concern on his slightly furrowed brows.

Jiang Qing closed her eyes, feeling the gentle touch of her fingertips. After a few seconds of silence, she spoke and recounted the whole story of Cheng Xiao, from Du Hua's coercion to the incident of sending her home.

He didn't embellish the story; he simply stated the facts, but the underlying sentiment in his tone was quite evident.

Jing Tian continued massaging without stopping, and as she listened, a deep sense of sympathy appeared in her eyes.

"Ugh……"

She sighed softly, her fingertips gliding across his brow bone, trying to smooth out the wrinkles.

"This industry may look glamorous, but behind the scenes, there's a lot of hardship. People like Cheng Xiao, whose weaknesses are exploited by the company, are truly helpless."

She paused, her tone tinged with relief.

"Compared to many people, I am indeed very lucky. I have never really bowed my head for resources, nor have I suffered that kind of grievance. But I also know that many people are in a more difficult situation than Cheng Xiao. They have given a lot, time, energy, money... even their health, but they can't even see a ripple."

"Yes."

Jiang Qing responded and slowly opened his eyes, his gaze falling on the gentle lines of her jaw.

"Resources and connections are sometimes like a sword hanging over your head."

He raised his hand and gently squeezed Jing Tian's hand that was resting on his shoulder.

Suddenly, he realized that saying these things in the current situation seemed a bit inappropriate.

Then, the subject changed.

"Let's not talk about that. What about you? What are your plans lately? You're not going to fly away again soon, are you?"

Jing Tian sensed his intention to change the subject, smiled acquiescingly, and gently circled his temple with her fingertips.

"Me? I don't have any particularly rushed schedules lately. I've finished filming one commercial, I'm still reading the script for the next one, and the director is still in the preparation stage, so there's no rush."

She looked down at him, her eyes gentle.

"As for you, how long will you stay in the capital this time? You were in too much of a rush in Luyang last time."

"The cooperation with Xiaomi has just begun, and there are many things to do in the early stages, so we need to keep a close eye on it."

Jiang Qing adjusted his position to make himself more comfortable resting his head on her lap. When he looked up, he could see her delicate collarbone exposed above her collar when she leaned forward slightly, as well as her full figure that often obscured his view when she leaned forward slightly.

"I estimate I'll be stuck here for about half a month."

"Really?"

Jing Tian's eyes suddenly lit up, and even the fingertips massaging his temples became lighter.

"That's great! I happen to have some free time lately, so I can spend more time with you."

The joy in her voice, tinged with childlike satisfaction, dispelled the somber mood that had followed their heavy conversation.

Looking at her reaction, Jiang Qing felt the gloom in her heart lighten considerably with that bright smile.

A smile played at the corners of his lips as his gaze fell on her full, red lips, carrying an unspoken, ambiguous meaning. He raised his hand and gently touched his own lips with his index finger.

Jing Tian immediately understood, a faint blush rising on her cheeks, but without the slightest hesitation.

She obediently lowered her head, her warm breath brushing against Jiang Qing's cheek first, carrying her unique fragrance.

Her soft lips gently pressed against his, a tender touch at first, carrying a soothing meaning.

But Jiang Qing was clearly not satisfied with that. He raised his hand, held the back of her neck, and deepened the kiss with a little force.

Their breaths mingled, and their bodies gradually warmed up.

Jing Tian let out a soft moan, her arms naturally encircling his neck, responding to him gently and passionately.

Her voluptuous body leaned slightly forward, her full, soft breasts brushing against Jiang Qing's chest through the thin fabric, sending waves of tingling, heart-pounding sensation through her.

An ambiguous atmosphere silently spread through the quiet living room, gradually heating up.

After an unknown amount of time, Jiang Qing finally stepped back slightly, his forehead touching hers, their noses almost touching, their breathing rapid.

He looked into her shimmering eyes and slowly leaned close to her ear.

"Go take a shower?"

Jing Tian's face turned even redder, but she boldly met his gaze with a shy smile and nodded gently.

"Ah."

The two got up, and Jiang Qing took her hand and led her to the bathroom.

The frosted glass door closed, blocking out the soft light from outside.

The sound of water pattering filled the air, and steam billowed out, blurring the figure behind the glass.

Occasionally, low laughter and indistinct sounds of physical contact could be heard, filled with intimacy and sounds that made one blush and their heart race.

After a long while, the bathroom door finally reopened.

The two of them emerged, enveloped in a humid heat.

Jiang Qing casually put on a dark gray bathrobe, the belt loosely tied around her waist, making her look very lazy.

Jing Tian changed into a silk burgundy slip dress with thin straps, which made her rounded shoulders and large expanses of snow-white skin on her chest stand out.

The soft, draping fabric of the nightgown perfectly accentuated her hourglass figure, with a slender waist and full, rounded hips. As she moved, the skirt swayed gracefully, exuding endless charm.

Her long, wet hair was casually tied back, with a few unruly strands clinging to her slender neck, adding to her languid sexiness.

Her face still had a blush from the steaming hot water, her eyes were gentle, and she exuded a captivating beauty.

Jiang Qing's gaze lingered on her, making no attempt to hide his admiration.

Jing Tian walked to the bedside, lifted the soft, fluffy down comforter, patted the spot next to her, and gestured for him to lie down.

Jiang Qing smiled and nodded, then lay down first, followed by Jing Tian who lay down on her side next to him.

Instead of turning off the bedside lamp immediately, she propped herself up on her elbows, looked down at him, and her eyes were so tender they could melt your heart.

"Are you still feeling uncomfortable?" she asked softly, her fingers instinctively stroking his forehead and gently massaging it.

As she moved, the straps of her nightgown slipped down a little, revealing more of her delicate shoulder and neck skin, and the deep cleavage of her chest was also faintly visible, exuding an allure that only a mature woman could possess under the warm yellow light.

"much better."

Jiang Qing raised her hand, grasped the wrist she was massaging, pulled it down, and placed it on her chest.

"So...you still have the energy?"

Jing Tian's red lips curled slightly, and she blinked, her expression carrying a hint of something indescribable.

Jiang Qing's expression froze for a moment, then she raised an eyebrow slightly.

"of course."

He realized that he had underestimated his older sister's boldness. Even someone as gentle as Jing Tian was much more unrestrained in bed than usual.

How dare she flirt with me?
Jing Tian's eyes sparkled as she glanced at him, then slowly leaned down and touched his chin, then his lips.

How could Jiang Qing allow her to maintain the upper hand?

He took the initiative and, with a little force, reversed their positions amidst her gasp.

Jing Tian quickly realized what was happening, looked up at Jiang Qing's stern face, and raised a flirtatious expression.

“Dr. Jiang, you don’t look like a scientist at all right now.”

Her tone was sweet and gentle, making one's heart itch with desire.

Jiang Qing leaned down and lightly touched the tip of her nose with his eyes, his gaze full of allure.

"Please don't have any stereotypes about my profession, Ms. Jing Tian. That's not good and will affect your judgment."

"I... um..."

Jing Tian's unfinished words were cut off.

Everything that followed happened naturally, filled with the longing for a long-awaited reunion.

The clothes fell apart again, the soft and the firm clinging together tightly.

Jing Tian's responses always carried the initiative and thoughtfulness of a mature woman, guiding him and being tolerant of him.

Her voluptuous and graceful body curves rose and fell in the dim light, like a breathtaking painting.

The soft, melodious murmurs intertwined in the quiet room, telling of longing and emotion, until the hair on the forehead was damp and the breath became hot and heavy.

When the waves finally subsided, it was already past midnight.

The digital clock on the bedside table silently displayed 01:47.

The master bedroom was filled with an ambiguous and languid atmosphere.

Jiang Qing leaned against the headboard, and Jing Tian nestled in his arms, her cheek pressed against his chest, looking content.

She was only covered by a corner of a thin blanket, revealing her smooth, rounded shoulders.

"Just now……"

Jiang Qing wrapped his arms around her waist, his fingers unconsciously stroking her delicate skin.

"He seems a bit fierce?"

Jing Tian chuckled softly, her laughter ringing out clearly in the quiet night, carrying a hint of coquettishness.

She propped herself up slightly, looked up at him, her eyes shining like obsidian dipped in water, incredibly bright.

"Will not."

She said frankly, tapping his chest with her fingertip.

I like you this way.

Her tone carried a girlish charm.

She nestled back against his chest, her voice muffled.

"Just... bite lighter next time, otherwise the makeup artist will have a headache if we're shooting an ad tomorrow."

As she spoke, she touched a faint mark on her shoulder.

Jiang Qing chuckled softly, hugged her even tighter, and nuzzled her head with his chin.

"Understood, Teacher Jing Tian."

He paused, then softened his voice further.

How have you been lately?

"What do you say?"

Jing Tian raised her head, her eyes sparkling in the dim light, with a hint of reproach.

"You know perfectly well why I'm asking. I know you're usually busy, and Zhou Ye was with you for a while, so I didn't dare to contact you easily. I could only wait for you to send me a message first."

She reached out her finger and gently poked his cheek, her voice soft.

"I can only look at the videos and photos in your super topic every day to satisfy my craving, and they're all taken by other people. I even rewatched Peach Blossom Village. I didn't have a chance last time, but this time I have to try your cooking."

"I've wronged you."

Jiang Qing caught her mischievous fingers, pulled them to her lips, and kissed them.

"After the New Year, there were many things to do at the company. After leaving the company, Ono became quite clingy and almost never left my side."

He squeezed her palm.

"Teacher Jing, please order whatever you like. Give me a chance to shine."

"Hmph, then I forgive you."

Jing Tian gave a soft hum, then snuggled back into his arms after her coquettish act, her voice filled with a satisfied sigh as a wave of drowsiness washed over her.

"Being able to hold you like this right now is better than anything else."

She paused, as if suddenly remembering something, and vaguely reminded him.

"Oh right... remember to set your alarm... tomorrow... I need to get up at eight, and at ten... I need to go to Xiaomi Technology Park..."

The sound grew softer and softer, filled with a deep sleepiness.

"Okay, I know. You should go to sleep."

Jiang Qing responded softly, pulled the blanket up, and hugged her body even tighter in his arms.

Jing Tian nestled her soft body into his arms, her voluptuous curves perfectly matching his.

His arms encircled her soft waist, his palms resting on the elastic curves of her hips and waist.

Jing Tian murmured and adjusted her position, making herself more comfortable nestled in his arms, her cheek pressed against his neck, feeling the warmth from his skin.

"Go to sleep."

He whispered in her ear.

"I'm right here."

Jiang Qing tightened his arms, holding her even closer, and gently brushed his chin against her fragrant hair.

He closed his eyes, his nostrils filled with her warm and pleasant scent.

Jiang Qing stretched out his arm and fumbled to turn off the bedside lamp, leaving only the faint light of the first-tier city shining through the gap in the curtains.

In the darkness, the two embraced tightly, their breathing gradually becoming steady and long.

Jing Tian's hand unconsciously rested on his chest, feeling the rise and fall of his chest. A satisfied and serene smile appeared on her lips as she gradually drifted into a peaceful dream.

The night grew gentle.

(End of this chapter)