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

Chapter 331 Clingy, Hu Lianxin in Action

Since being confirmed to play the role of Shen Mo in "The Long Season", Zhou Ye seems to have had a sticky switch flipped on.

The production team has already confirmed that I need to join the crew no later than the 28th.

With each passing day that the 28th approached the start of filming, the aura of "reluctance" emanating from her grew stronger.

Jiang Qing felt this particularly directly and deeply.

In the study, he had just opened his laptop, preparing to process a technical solution review report, when the back of his chair suddenly slumped.

Zhou Ye had slipped in at some point, like a boneless cat, softly lying on his back from behind, resting his chin on his shoulder, rubbing his cheek against the skin of his neck, and wrapping his arms around his neck.

"Jiang Qing..."

She dragged out the melody, her voice muffled, with a hint of coquettish nasal tone.

"What are you looking at? Why don't you stay with me for a while?"

Jiang tilted his head back, feeling both helpless and indulgent.

"Ten minutes, let me finish reading this page."

"Oh……"

She pouted in agreement, but didn't let go. She simply quieted down, her warm breath brushing against his earlobe, her gaze falling on the document he had opened, even though the technical jargon was like gibberish to her.

Ten minutes had passed, and Jiang Qing was about to speak when Zhou Ye, as if on cue, immediately tightened his arms and pressed his cheeks even closer.

"Are you done watching? Come with me! Shall we go sit on the balcony for a bit?"

Jiang Qing chuckled, then had no choice but to save the document, close the computer, and let her pull him up from the chair.

In the kitchen, Jiang Qing was preparing dinner.

Zhou Ye didn't go to the living room either, but insisted on squeezing next to the not-so-spacious worktop, euphemistically calling it "helping out".

The result is often that it does more harm than good.

I almost knocked over the oil bottle while handing over the salt shaker, and I made a mess of the countertop while washing vegetables.

"Little ancestor."

Jiang Qing was both amused and exasperated, and took the wet lettuce from her hand.

"Why don't you wait outside, or watch some TV?"

"do not want!"

Zhou Ye immediately shook his head, then stuck back like a piece of chewing gum, hugging his waist from behind, his face pressed against his back, his voice coming through the fabric, a buzzing sound.

"I just want to watch you cook; it makes me feel at ease."

Jiang Qing paused in her chopping, her heart gently touched.

He stopped chasing her, but became more careful in his movements so as not to bump into her when he turned around.

Watching a movie that night, Zhou Ye wished he could embed himself entirely in Jiang Qing's arms.

Before, she would just snuggle up to him, but now she rests her head on his lap, or hugs his arm like a koala, as if that would freeze time.

What Jiang Qing found most unbearable was sleep.

Zhou Ye was like a little animal seeking shelter, insisting on sleeping close to him, with his arms around his waist, his legs wrapped around him, and his head buried in the crook of his neck.

If you move even slightly, she will unconsciously follow you in her sleep and cling to you again.

Jiang Qing often didn't dare to turn over too much throughout the night, for fear of waking her up.

This inseparable, clinging affection, carrying a sense of attachment before impending separation, made Jiang Qing feel both heartache and enjoyment.

He understood her and indulged her little whims. Only occasionally, when he saw the unconcealable sorrow in her eyes, would he gently kiss her forehead and offer silent comfort.

During this period, Hu Lianxin called several times.

The first time, Zhou Ye was nestled next to Jiang Qing with his tablet, reading excerpts from the original novel "The Long Season" while casually discussing with Jiang Qing possible angles for approaching the character of Shen Mo.

The phone rang, she glanced at the screen, and immediately pressed mute.

"Who?"

Jiang Qing asked casually.

"Xiao Hu, you asked me out for dinner."

Zhou Ye didn't even look up, his fingers swiping across the tablet.

"No, I'm not going anywhere right now."

The second time, Hu Lianxin sent a voice message, her tone warm and friendly.

"Yezi, I just discovered an amazing Thai massage place, the techniques are incredible! Want to go relax together? You have to treat yourself before filming!"

Zhou Ye was sitting cross-legged on the carpet, with a script spread out in front of her and warm water poured for her by Jiang Qing next to her.

She picked up her phone and quickly typed a reply.

"Thanks, Xiao Hu! I'm currently studying the script and about to start filming, so I don't have enough time. Let's meet up again next time!"

After sending it, he tossed his phone aside, pointed to a passage in the script, and asked Jiang Qing.

"Jiang Qing, look at Shen Mo's thoughts here, isn't she a bit...?"

The third time, Hu Lianxin called directly, her voice tinged with a hint of probing.

"Yezi, I have a friend who has a lot of experience with these kinds of suspense dramas. Should I ask her to come out for coffee with me?"

Zhou Ye was being pressed down on the sofa by Jiang Qing, who was massaging his shoulders, which were stiff from reading the script for too long.

She comfortably squinted her eyes, lazily replying to the hands-free phone on the coffee table.

"Xiao Hu, you really don't need to! I have a top-notch consultant here!"

As she spoke, she deliberately turned her head and winked at Jiang Qing behind her, her tone carrying a hint of smugness.

"I really can't go out today, I'm busy, let's talk later!"

After saying that, he hung up the phone decisively.

On the other end of the phone, Hu Lianxin listened to the busy tone and irritably threw her phone onto the sofa.

Zhou Ye casually turned down several carefully planned invitations, each time giving an increasingly perfunctory reason that seemed to imply, "Don't bother me and Jiang Qing."

She paced back and forth in the room in anger.

This Zhou Ye, who usually seems carefree and innocent, how come he can be so meticulous when he gets clingy?

She couldn't even see Jiang Qing. This feeling of helplessness and powerlessness made her feel like a bee trapped in a glass bottle. She could see the light, but she couldn't fly out. She felt suffocated.

Time slipped by so quickly that it was already the morning of the 28th.

As dawn broke, the sky outside the huge floor-to-ceiling windows of Panhai Mansion was a gray-blue expanse.

It was just past 6:30 when Jiang Qing's biological clock woke him up on time.

He turned his head to the side. Zhou Ye was still sleeping soundly beside him, his cheek pressed against the pillow, his lips slightly pouting, completely unguarded.

He gently moved her arm away from him, got out of bed, and moved very quietly.

Before seven o'clock, he returned to the bedroom and gently pinched Zhou Ye's rosy cheeks.

"Ono, wake up, it's time to get up."

"Well……"

Zhou Ye frowned, impatiently brushed his hand away, turned over, buried his face even deeper in the blanket, and spoke indistinctly.

"No... just five more minutes of sleep..."

"Airplanes don't wait for anyone."

Jiang Qing patiently patted her shoulder again, his voice gentle.

"If we don't get up now, we'll miss the 9:30 flight."

The human-shaped figure inside the blanket twitched and let out a painful groan.

After struggling for more than ten seconds, Zhou Ye finally sat up like a small animal forcibly dug out of hibernation, his hair disheveled and his eyes still sleepy. He stared blankly ahead, clearly not fully powered on yet.

"sleepy……"

She let out a wail, her body swaying as she was about to fall again.

Jiang Qing quickly caught her, half-carrying and half-supporting her as he pulled her out of the warm bed, leading her into the bathroom like a large doll.

"Brush your teeth and wash your face."

He put the toothbrush with toothpaste squeezed into her hand and prepared a warm towel and placed it aside.

While Zhou Ye was brushing his teeth in front of the mirror in a daze, Jiang Qing quickly walked into the kitchen.

Quickly heat the milk, fry the eggs and bacon, and toast the bread.

The kitchen was soon filled with an enticing aroma of food.

When Zhou Ye finally finished washing his face and came out a little more sober, a simple breakfast was already laid out on the table.

Golden fried eggs, caramelized bacon, crispy toast, and warm milk.

"Wow, it smells so good!"

The aroma of the food finally woke Zhou Ye up completely. Her eyes lit up, and she sat down at the dining table.

"eat fast."

Jiang Qing pushed the milk cup towards her, sat down herself, and quickly finished her own portion.

Zhou Ye took small bites of his toast while looking at Jiang Qing, who was also quietly eating breakfast across from him.

He was wearing a simple white T-shirt, his hair was neat and tidy, and his profile looked particularly handsome in the morning light.

The thought of being separated for at least several months made her heart, which had just been soothed by the delicious food, clench again, and her eyes unconsciously revealed a deep reluctance.

Jiang Qing looked up and caught her gaze. She put down her milk cup and reached out to pinch her cheek across the table.

"Focus on your food. I'll take you to the airport after you finish eating."

"Ah."

Zhou Ye responded sullenly, lowered his head, and quickened his chewing speed.

Jiang Qing ate quickly, finishing her breakfast in no time, and then got up to give her some instructions.

"I'm going to change my clothes, you can eat slowly."

After Zhou Ye finished his last bite and put the tableware in the kitchen sink, Jiang Qing had already quickly changed into a light blue shirt with a thin knitted cardigan of the same color on top, making him look fresh and handsome.

"Let's go."

He picked up the car keys from the entryway cabinet.

Zhou Ye dragged her small carry-on suitcase behind him, glancing back every few steps at the new home filled with the presence of the two of them, a home she was about to leave for a while.

The car drove out of the garage and merged into the morning rush hour traffic.

The car was quiet. Zhou Ye looked out the window at the rapidly receding street scene, his fingers unconsciously twisting the hem of his clothes.

Jiang Qing didn't say anything, but occasionally when they were at a red light, he would reach out and gently hold her hand, squeezing it.

At the departure level of Terminal 3 at Beijing Capital International Airport, Zhang Wen was already waiting in a prominent spot with his luggage cart.

Upon seeing Jiang Qing's familiar car approaching, Zhang Wen immediately went to greet it.

"Mr. Jiang, Xiaoye!"

Zhang Wen greeted her with a smile and took the suitcase Jiang Qing took from the trunk.

Jiang Qing nodded and looked at Zhou Ye beside her.

"Take care of yourself when you get there. Call me anytime if you need anything."

"Well, I know."

Zhou Ye obediently agreed, but his voice was a little choked up.

She looked at Jiang Qing, the bright light of the airport terminal falling on him, highlighting his clear features, and his composure and gentleness made her even more reluctant to leave.

As the time drew closer, the boarding announcements began urging her to board her flight.

"It's time to go in."

Jiang Qing reminded him softly.

Zhou Ye bit his lower lip, suddenly dropped the small bag in his hand, and rushed into Jiang Qing's arms, wrapping his arms tightly around his waist and burying his face deep in his chest.

Her embrace was full of strength, filled with an almost greedy longing, and her body trembled slightly.

Jiang Qing caught her steadily, put one arm around her back, gently stroked the back of her head with the other, and rested his chin on the top of her head, silently conveying comfort.

People came and went around him, hurrying about, seemingly becoming a blurred background. After a long while, Zhou Ye finally spoke through his mask in a muffled voice.

"Jiang Qing, I will miss you... I will miss you every day."

"I can do that too."

Jiang Qing's voice gently fell into her ear.

"Focus on filming, be careful, and don't get distracted."

"Um……"

Zhou Ye snuggled against him again before reluctantly letting go, his eyes slightly red.

She sniffed, tried to smile, and took the small bag and boarding pass from Zhang Wen.

"Then I'm leaving!"

"Go."

Jiang Qing stood still, watching her follow Zhang Wen towards the security checkpoint, turning back every few steps, until her figure completely disappeared before she looked away.

The hustle and bustle of the airport seemed to return to my ears at this moment.

He turned around, got into the car, started the engine, and drove away from this area of ​​farewell.

-

At 9:40 a.m., Jiang Qing drove into the Xiaomi Technology Park.

Lei Jun was already waiting for him in his office. When Jiang Qing came in, he smiled and stood up to greet him.

"You're here! Was the journey smooth?"

"Yes, everything went smoothly. Sorry to keep Mr. Lei waiting."

Jiang Qing smiled and shook hands with him.

"Where is it."

Lei Jun laughed heartily.

"Let's go, the team is all in the meeting room, waiting for you."

"it is good."

Jiang Qing nodded readily in agreement.

The meeting that followed lasted for nearly two hours.

Wuwen Technology's collaboration with Xiaomi in the field of intelligent driving is progressing steadily. As the core of the technology team, Jiang Qing needs to listen to the team's latest progress reports and make decisions on several key technical paths.

The atmosphere in the meeting room was serious yet efficient, with data models constantly switching on the PPT and discussions going deep and enthusiastic.

Lei Jun listened attentively, watching Jiang Qing focus intently and accurately point out the problems and propose solutions, his eyes full of admiration.

This young man is not only exceptionally talented in the field of AI, but also demonstrates remarkable maturity in technology management.

The meeting ended at nearly 11 a.m.

Lei Jun stretched and patted Jiang Qing on the shoulder with a smile.

"You've worked hard all morning, your brain needs a break! Come on, I'll take you somewhere that'll give you a brain transplant!"

Jiang Qing was somewhat surprised.

"What kind of program has Mr. Lei arranged?"

"You'll know when you go!"

Lei Jun smiled mysteriously, and without saying a word, put his arm around his shoulder and walked out.

The car sped along and finally stopped outside a professional racetrack on the outskirts of Beijing.

The deafening roar of the engines could be clearly heard even through the walls.

"Racing?"

Jiang Qing raised an eyebrow and looked at Lei Jun.

"How was that? Exciting enough? It's perfect for a mental break!"

Lei Jun laughed heartily, clearly pleased with his arrangement.

"Let's run a few laps today!"

Jiang Qing was indeed intrigued, and a hint of eagerness flashed in her eyes.

"Being respectful is worse than obeying orders."

Guided by staff, the two went to the changing room and changed into professional fireproof racing suits.

The racing suit was a striking Ferrari red and had a crisp texture.

When the two of them came out after changing their clothes, Lei Jun looked at himself and then at Jiang Qing beside him, and couldn't help but shake his head and sigh.

"Tsk, Mr. Jiang, the difference between people is amazing! The same clothes on you and on me look like they were made in completely different factories! Your height, your build, your face..."

He looked Jiang Qing up and down, his tone half joking and half sincere.

"You've reached a whole new level of handsomeness! I bet all the girls at the racetrack today have their eyes glued to you!"

Jiang Qing chuckled and adjusted her gloves.

"Mr. Lei, you flatter me. The clothes just fit well."

Under the guidance of a professional coach, Jiang Qing quickly became familiar with the track and vehicle operation.

Subsequently, two identical modified race cars were driven to the starting line.

The roar of the engine was deafening.

As the traffic lights went out, two red bolts of lightning shot out almost simultaneously!

The tires screeched as they rubbed against the ground, kicking up a cloud of white smoke.

Lei Jun is clearly a veteran; he got off to a fast start, navigated corners with precision and smoothness, and exuded a strong sense of speed.

Although it was Jiang Qing's first time driving on such a professional track, his learning ability and reaction speed were extraordinary. After being a little cautious in the first few corners, he quickly mastered the rhythm, his movements became more and more fluid, and his choices of cornering lines became bolder and more precise.

The track meandered and undulated, and the roar of engines echoed in the open field.

The red race car shot off like an arrow on the straightaway and drew beautiful arcs in the corners.

The adrenaline rush from the speed truly swept away the tension from the morning meeting, leaving only the passion for speed and control.

The two chased each other for about an hour until Lei Jun called out to them via the vehicle's communication system.

"President Jiang, I can't take it anymore, my stomach is protesting! It's time to eat!"

Jiang Qing replied with a smile.

"Okay, whatever you say, Mr. Lei."

The two vehicles slowly drove back to the repair area.

Come to a complete stop and turn off the engine.

The two men got out of the car, took off their helmets, and their foreheads were covered in sweat, but their eyes were bright and full of exhilarating excitement.

"happy!"

Lei Jun wiped his sweat and patted Jiang Qing's shoulder hard.

"Your technique is impressive, Mr. Jiang! To keep up so closely on your first run, you've got talent!"

"It's all thanks to Mr. Lei's leadership."

Jiang Qing smiled modestly, her breathing still a little rapid, but her expression was pleasant.

The sense of relaxation after intense, focused driving made him feel completely refreshed.

The two chatted and laughed as they walked toward the locker room, preparing to change back into casual clothes for dinner.

Unbeknownst to them, while they were enjoying themselves on the track, other people at the racetrack had already been unable to contain their excitement and were posting photos and videos they had taken online.

The main character, naturally, is Jiang Qing, who is also wearing a striking red racing suit.

There was a silhouette of him wearing black gloves, holding onto the car door as he prepared to get in.

He was there at the apex of the track, intently maneuvering the steering wheel, his eyes sharp as an eagle's.

There's a picture of him taking off his helmet and talking to Lei Jun with a smile, exuding the exuberance that comes with exercise.

There were also two figures walking side by side toward the locker room, their red silhouettes standing out conspicuously in the empty space.

These photos and videos, accompanied by captions such as "I ran into Jiang Qing, the CEO of Lei, racing!", "He's so handsome in person! I could drool over that racing suit a hundred times!", and "Jiang Qing is so cool driving a race car! His skills look pretty good too!", instantly went viral online.

"Aaaaaaah! My husband is killing me in his racing suit!!! Those broad shoulders, narrow waist, and long legs!"

"Help! The picture of him opening the car door while wearing gloves is such a treat for hand fetishists! His long, strong fingers are so slender, I want to lick them!"

"That look in his eyes, captured in motion! Absolutely stunning! A focused man is the most handsome! And he's driving a race car! Double whammy!"

"Dr. Jiang, is there anything you can't do? Writing code, singing, acting, and now you can even drive race cars? Are you leaving any way for ordinary people to survive?!"

"His body proportions are truly a gift from God. The same clothes look like they're worn by a model on a runway! Mr. Lei next to him suddenly looks like a staff member (sorry Mr. Lei!)"

"His technique doesn't look like that of a beginner! He's so steady when cornering! Geniuses really do learn everything quickly!"

"He and CEO Lei have such a good relationship! They attend meetings together and go racing together. What a powerful combination!"

"I've saved this set of pictures! I'll look at them every night before bed; it'll help me live a long and healthy life!"

On the trending topics list, hashtags such as #JiangQingRacingSuitStyle# and #JiangQingLeiJunRacing# quickly rose to prominence, with discussions remaining at a high level.

The photos and videos were shared wildly, and the comment section was filled with screams of "drooling", "super handsome", and "bursting with hormones".

-

In a high-end apartment in Beijing.

Hu Lianxin had just returned home from a magazine photoshoot and collapsed wearily onto the sofa.

She habitually picked up her phone and scrolled through Weibo to relax.

As soon as I opened the trending topics list, a familiar name immediately caught my eye.

#JiangQingRacingSuitLook#
Her heart skipped a beat, and her fingertip immediately went in.

The next second, she saw those photos and videos that were being wildly shared.

In the photo, Jiang Qing is wearing a fiery red racing suit, her posture is as upright as a pine tree, and her profile is like a sculpture.

His hand on the car door, the focused look in his eyes as he operates the steering wheel, his slightly damp hair after taking off his helmet, the corners of his mouth with a smile... every scene is full of strong visual impact, carrying a highly attractive masculine charm.

Especially in that candid shot of him taking a corner, his sharp and focused gaze seemed to emanate a powerful aura of complete control, even through the screen.

Hu Lianxin unconsciously held her breath, her eyes fixed on the screen, her fingers scrolling aimlessly, greedily watching each picture and video clip over and over again.

She felt her cheeks burning and her heart beating faster.

So handsome... how can someone be so handsome...

This kind of handsomeness is not just about physical superiority, but also about the deep and captivating charm that comes from his achievements, wisdom, and status.

When Jiang Qing wears a suit, he is calm and wise; when he wears a racing suit, he shows a completely different side, full of power and passion.

Handsome, talented, powerful, and with status... such a man is practically a walking treasure trove of top-tier resources!
Hu Lianxin's heart was beating faster and faster. A strong desire and an unwavering determination were growing wildly in her heart.

If we could get in touch with Jiang Qing...

She sat up abruptly, her eyes filled with intense desire. The previous frustration and helplessness were completely overshadowed by this newfound longing.

No, we absolutely can't let this go!

We must find a way to get close to him!

She logged out of Weibo, opened WeChat, hovered her finger over Zhou Ye's profile picture, and her mind raced with thoughts.

What reason could you give?

Asking for contact information directly seems too abrupt...

Oh, right! The film crew!
Didn't Zhou Ye just join the cast of "The Long Season"?

I could use the excuse that I'm interested in the show and want to ask her some questions.

Then, he casually mentioned that he had recently come across a script similar to "The Beginning" and asked if he could get Jiang Qing's contact information, saying that he had some questions about the script or the character and wanted to consult this professional.

Zhou Ye shouldn't... refuse, right?

Hu Lianxin took a deep breath, trying to calm her overly excited emotions, and organized her thoughts as her fingers flew across the screen.

(End of this chapter)