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

Chapter 326 Silent Understanding, the Naive Girl

The night breeze, carrying the coolness of dew, rustled through the pine needles in the courtyard of the Lijing Villa.

Jiang Qing leaned against the wooden railing of the terrace. The voice coming from the receiver was Chen Duling's slightly hoarse yet still clear and melodious voice, like a stream warmed by the spring sun, carrying a hint of weariness but flowing gently over.

Her voice was calm and natural as she called his name.

"Well, it's me."

Jiang Qing's voice carried clearly through the quiet night.

"It seems like the restrictions have been relaxed where you are lately?"

"Yes, nothing serious has happened. The crew's epidemic prevention measures have been done well. They were notified a few days ago that the lockdown has been lifted, and we can now move in and out freely with limited freedom."

Chen Duling's voice carried a sense of relaxation from a busy work break, and a hint of relief at finally being able to catch her breath.

"That's good."

Jiang Qing felt much calmer, and the image of her removing her elaborate headgear, her eyes tired yet her expression still bright, seemed to reappear before her eyes.

"It's good that the lockdown is lifted."

He simply repeated it without any extra embellishment, but the concern was conveyed through his words.

"Yes, don't worry. But..."

Chen Duling changed the subject, letting out a slightly helpless chuckle.

"The lockdown has been lifted, but I haven't had a break yet. The cameo roles I promised to take on before have all piled up during this gap in my schedule. I still need to stay in Hengdian for a while and finish playing all my favorite characters before I can leave."

Her words conveyed a resigned pragmatism; there was no complaining, only a statement of facts.

Jiang Qing chuckled softly.

"Teacher Chen is still so sought after."

He paused for a moment, but still couldn't help but give him some more advice.

"But don't rush things, your health is the most important thing."

"I know, I'm aware of it, don't worry."

Chen Duling readily agreed, then changed the subject.

"And you? I saw on the news that you've been busy in Beijing lately?"

"That's right, we have some cooperation with Xiaomi."

Jiang Qing's gaze fell on the distant city lights, as if she were talking about something utterly ordinary.

"To deal with some technical difficulties."

A very soft laugh came from the other end of the receiver, like a feather rustling in a breeze.

Chen Duling's voice carried a hint of understanding.

"With you, Jiang Shen, taking action, things should be fine."

She teased softly.

Jiang Qing smiled slightly.

"Yes, that's true."

Chen Duling's laughter came through the receiver; she seemed to be amused by his smugness.

Jiang Qing didn't say anything, but simply raised the corners of her mouth.

A brief silence fell between them, broken only by their soft breathing, which mingled across the radio waves, even though they were more than a thousand kilometers apart.

No need for many sweet words; this silent moment is already an unspoken understanding between two people who are used to being independent.

After a brief chat about their recent lives and some interesting things, they said goodnight to each other in a natural and flowing mood.

After hanging up the phone, Jiang Qing stood on the terrace for a long time.

The night breeze dispelled the restlessness of the day's hustle and bustle, and also made the worries in my heart feel more real.

For the next two days, Jiang Qing lived a calm and pragmatic life.

His 350-square-meter flat in the Oceanwide Mansion has become his temporary residence recently.

The house itself was delivered fully furnished, and the basic conditions were excellent.

However, he still made some minor adjustments and rearranged some of the furnishings.

The master bedroom curtains were replaced with blackout curtains that better suited his taste, with a calming color scheme.

In front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window in the living room, a large, dark gray leather armchair and a floor lamp have been added. On the small coffee table next to it, a few of the latest technology magazines or professional books need to be placed.

Several practical and convenient kitchen utensils have been added to the open kitchen.

The bookshelves in the study have been initially organized and categorized, including technical, financial, and literary categories...

His interests have always been wide-ranging.

The guest room... He had deliberately reserved space for Jiang Nan to do as she pleased, only requiring high comfort; the rest was up to her.

The purchase order listed new quilts of different sizes and several sets of soft and skin-friendly bedding.

He even personally went to a supermarket to carefully purchase towels, toothbrushes, tooth cups, and various cleaning products... just like a real new homeowner diligently taking care of his new home.

During this time, Jiang Nan indeed made a quick trip, rushing to measure and plan the blueprint in the guest room. In the end, he only decided to order an ergonomic chair and a super large projection screen.

"Here! I want to be so comfortable that I don't want to leave the house!"

She looked around the room, which was beginning to take shape, with satisfaction. She patted her brother on the shoulder, munched on a jianbing (Chinese crepe) she had bought on the way, and ran back to school to prepare for her mock debate competition.

While dealing with these trivial matters, Jiang Qing did not put aside the various affairs of Wuwen Technology.

Every day, he would review the delivered briefings, approve key documents, and participate in discussions on key projects via email or internal communication systems.

Most meetings were held online, which was concise and efficient.

As the soul of the company, Jiang Qing's mind can always seamlessly switch between complex information flows in different dimensions, accurately controlling the direction of Wuwen.

I also took the time to visit Xiaomi Science and Technology Park twice during that period.

The joint office for the intelligent driving project is now on track and demonstrating highly efficient collaboration.

He discussed project progress with Zhao Qiming and participated in small-scale online brainstorming sessions to overcome technical challenges.

More often than not, he simply observes quietly, offering crucial opinions only when decisions or directional advice are needed.

Life proceeded smoothly along this trajectory.

Jiang Qing handles affairs during the day and returns to the quiet space of the Panhai Family Mansion at night to enjoy some peace and quiet alone, or occasionally have a brief conversation with Chen Duling, Zhou Ye and a few others.

They lived a very comfortable life.

It's the weekend in a blink of an eye.

The morning sunlight, warm and gentle with the first signs of waking, filters through the gaps between the tall buildings and spills onto the street.

Jiang Qing changed into simple black sportswear, put on a matching baseball cap, pulled the brim down, and slipped on her comfortable running shoes before heading out for her daily morning run. Pan-Pacific's location was indeed convenient; a tree-lined path perfect for running was just a short walk downstairs.

Jiang Qing ran along the familiar route for nearly an hour. Her body felt slightly warm, and sweat was seeping from her forehead, but she felt increasingly refreshed.

After finishing his jog, he didn't go home immediately. Instead, he slowed down and, like countless other people who get up early for a stroll, walked along the tree-lined path, just to relax his muscles.

The shadow cast by the brim of his hat obscured most of Jiang Qing's face, making it difficult for ordinary passersby to immediately connect this casually dressed man after his morning run with the wildly popular male lead on the silver screen, or the legendary tech tycoon.

As Jiang Qing passed the entrance to a small park, a slender figure unexpectedly entered her field of vision.

It wasn't that the person herself was particularly special, but rather that she had a rather conspicuous "entourage" that caught everyone's eye.

It was a young girl wearing a light gray, loose-fitting tracksuit, who was walking two dogs that looked like Schnauzers.

The two dogs excitedly chased and tugged at her legs, making her slender figure unsteady on her feet.

What's even more amusing is that a black cat with an elegant gait and its tail held high followed at her feet.

It completely ignored the noise of the two dogs beside it, its posture as aloof as a king surveying his territory.

The girl's walking posture seemed to be slightly pigeon-toed, and her center of gravity swayed slightly as the two dogs pulled her. She walked like a little one who had just learned to walk, a bit clumsy but with a wonderful sense of coordination.

She struggled to keep the two dogs still on the side of the park road, but her attention was drawn to a street artist sitting on a small stool, sketching on a canvas.

The middle-aged man was intently sketching a corner of the park in the morning light on his canvas.

The girl dragged her two dogs closer and stood quietly behind the painter, watching with curiosity.

The two dogs were probably tired from running, so they simply lay down on the spot, panting heavily with their tongues hanging out. Only the black cat silently jumped onto the stone bench next to it, curled up, and pretended to sleep with its eyes half closed.

The girl leaned forward slightly, getting closer to the drawing board, looking as attentive as a good student listening in class.

Jiang Qing found the scene of them together quite interesting, so she quietly walked over and stood two or three meters away.

From this angle, he can see the girl's profile.

With fair skin, a delicate nose, and smooth facial lines, her wispy bangs added a touch of playfulness.

She watched quietly for a while, perhaps feeling it would be impolite to just look without speaking, or perhaps unable to suppress her curiosity, she suddenly stretched out her finger and naturally pointed to a spot on the canvas, the crisp sound breaking the morning tranquility of the park.

"Teacher, isn't the green in this area a bit too dark? Shouldn't spring leaves be more vibrant and fresh?"

Her tone was sincere, with a hint of youthful fearlessness.

The middle-aged man, who was immersed in his own artistic world, suddenly looked up. He was clearly taken aback by the sudden "professional commentary." His expression was blank, and he looked the little girl with the cat and dog up and down, as if wondering if he had encountered some kind of hermit master.

The girl didn't see anything wrong with it, and seeing that the other person reacted, she continued to ask more seriously.

"Look, the transition between light and shadow feels a bit abrupt? Should we consider adding a subtle warm color wash?"

As she spoke, she gestured to the area where the sky met the treetops, her expression as serious as if she were discussing a research topic with an academic advisor.

The girl's eyes were pure, revealing an innocent and straightforward nature untouched by worldly concerns.

The middle-aged man's astonishment slowly faded, as if he had been infected by her earnestness and fearlessness. He actually put down his pen and carefully examined the place she was pointing to for a moment.

Then, a smile crept onto his slightly weathered face.

"Hey? Little girl, you know how to draw?"

"I understand a little bit..."

The girl scratched her head, her eyes looking a little naive and innocent.

"The clear, transparent feeling of watercolor is especially wonderful..."

She began to ramble on about her love for the hazy, dreamlike quality of watercolors.

Jiang Qing watched from the side, finding it quite amusing.

The girl was pretty, spoke with a naive and innocent air, and walked with a charmingly clumsy gait.

Her act of directly approaching a stranger to discuss techniques reveals her inherent frankness, and could even be described as bold.

At this moment, something unexpected happened.

A passerby walking by with a brown teddy bear on a leash hurried past.

One of the dogs, which had been lying obediently on the ground, was instantly attracted by the bouncy little brown figure!

With a "whoosh," it suddenly stood up without warning!
The girl, who was having a great conversation with the painter, was completely focused on the painting and her fingers, which were holding the leash, were completely unguarded!

With a soft "whoosh," the traction rope suddenly broke free from her loose palm as if it were alive!

"Oh!"

The girl only had time to let out a short gasp before she watched in disbelief as the dog, like a black lightning bolt, excitedly charged straight at the frightened Teddy bear that had run away!
"Xiuxiu! Come back!"

The girl's face turned pale instantly. She stomped her feet in panic and instinctively tried to chase after them, but the other dog and the lazy black cat were still there. She was tripped up in her haste and her voice became distorted with anxiety.

The dog named Xiu Xiu was extremely fast, and it sprinted straight towards the spot where Jiang Qing was standing!

Just as it was about to rush past him and onto the road with a gust of wind, Jiang Qing almost instinctively leaned down slightly, his right hand flashing out with lightning speed, grabbing the end of the leash that was dragging on the ground and brushing against his calf.

A tremendous forward force instantly tightened the rope!

The running dog was pulled and stumbled, coming to a sudden stop. Its body swayed from the inertia, and it turned back, confused and dissatisfied, whimpering, its bright black eyes filled with bewilderment.

It's as if it's saying: Who's pulling me?
The girl breathed a sigh of relief and, without thinking of anything else, quickly ran over here.

She first pounced on the still somewhat defiant dog, pointing at its wet, black nose and scolding it in a low voice, both anxious and angry.

"Xiuxiu! You! You naughty child! You scared your sister to death! Don't run around like that anymore, you hear me?!"

She put on a stern face, trying her best to look fierce, but her slightly round face, pigeon-toed stance, and slight panting made her look less intimidating and more like she was trying to reason with it.

The dog probably knew it had caused trouble, so it lowered its head, rubbed against her leg, and whimpered pitifully.

The girl then seemed to suddenly remember something.

She quickly straightened up, turned to the passerby who had helped her a few steps away, bowed slightly, and spoke gratefully.

"Thank you so much! If it had gone off and hit a car or disappeared, I really..."

Fear prevented her from continuing, and she could only thank them repeatedly.

She looked up, and the morning sunlight streamed down upon her.

The moment she looked up, her gaze met the unobstructed view under the brim of the hat, allowing her to see the face clearly.

With his handsome features and gentle demeanor, even though the brim of his hat partially obscured his eyebrows and eyes, she still recognized him from the face she had seen many times on screen and in news photos.

The girl's round almond-shaped eyes suddenly widened to their limit, and her pupils contracted sharply in the morning light.

The expression on her face seemed to freeze suddenly, instantly switching from lingering fear and gratitude to a wide-eyed tremor.

Her lips were slightly parted, but it was as if an invisible hand was gripping her throat, and she couldn't utter a single word. She just stared blankly at Jiang Qing's face with an incredulous expression, maintaining that half-bowed, half-stiff posture.

Jiang Qing raised an eyebrow; her expression was more than just that of someone recognizing him.

(End of this chapter)