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

Chapter 335 is my greed.
The moonlight was soft and gentle, and the waves rolled in and out at my feet, leaving behind damp sand.

Jiang Qing and Meng Ziyi tacitly slowed their pace, gradually distancing themselves from the noisy crowd ahead.

Wang Sulong glanced back and saw this, a knowing smile appearing on his lips. He gently nudged Li Xueqin beside him with his elbow, and the two exchanged a knowing smile before continuing their conversation with the others without making a sound to disturb them.

Away from the center of everyone's attention, Meng Ziyi seemed to have shed an invisible constraint. Childishly, she kicked off her sandals and stepped barefoot into the seawater-soaked sand. The icy touch made her let out a soft "Ah!" before giggling and stomping hard on the surging waves.

Water splashed everywhere, shattering into tiny silver specks under the moonlight.

"Jiang Qing, do you know?"

She turned her head to the side, her wet feet drawing circles in the sand, her voice revealing a seriousness different from her usual charming self.

"When we were filming 'All or Nothing,' I saw those materials... real cases, people who were scammed out of their fortunes and whose families were destroyed..."

Her voice paused, and her carefully drawn eyebrows furrowed tightly.

"I really... I really wish I could arrest all those fraudsters and let them taste that kind of despair!"

The sea breeze carried her words to Jiang Qing's ears.

He walked quietly half a step away from her, his gaze fixed on her slightly flushed face, listening intently.

"Yes, I understand how you feel."

He responded softly.

"It's not just about understanding!"

Meng Ziyi suddenly stopped and turned to face him. The seawater had washed over her ankles, and she was completely unaware that her skirt was slightly wet.

"It's anger! It's hatred! How could those criminals be so evil? They exploited people's trust and destroyed their hopes..."

She became more and more excited as she spoke, her chest heaving, her voice rising a little, carrying a somewhat naive sense of justice.

Jiang Qing looked at her; the moonlight outlined her vivid features, and her anger was so clear.

He nodded and gently patted her arm as a gesture of reassurance.

"That's why this film is even more meaningful, allowing more people to see it and be alerted."

"Yes! We must let more people see this!"

Meng Ziyi nodded vigorously after receiving his affirmation, and her emotions calmed down a little.

She started walking again, following the waterline. After a moment of silence, she seemed to remember something, and her tone became hesitant.

"By the way... during filming, Ono..."

As soon as she uttered the words "Ono," Jiang Qing paused in his steps.

His gaze swept quickly over her, a hint in his eyes, before naturally turning to the production crew and cameraman who had been following them at a distance.

Jiang Qing nodded slightly to the young cameraman, her usual smile on her face.

"Thank you for your hard work. We can walk around here on our own. There's no need for you to follow us for now. Thank you."

His tone was calm, yet it carried an invisible weight.

The photographer immediately understood and, without the slightest hesitation, bowed respectfully, picked up his equipment, turned around deftly, and quickly retreated towards the main group, soon blending into the distant light and shadow.

Meng Ziyi watched the cameraman walk away before belatedly realizing what had happened. Two blushes instantly appeared on her face, and she raised her hand to slap her forehead in annoyance.

"Oh dear! My foul mouth!"

She wrinkled her small nose shyly and lowered her eyes to Jiang Qing.

"I almost caused trouble again..."

Jiang Qing looked at her like this, a helpless smile flashing across his eyes. He didn't say anything to blame her, but simply gestured for her to continue.

Meng Ziyi took a deep breath of the salty air, reorganized her words, and lowered her voice.

"Well... when we were on set, one time we finished work quite late, and Ono seemed... seemed to want to say something to me. She called me over, as if she wanted to say something."

As she recalled the scene, her hand, which was holding up her skirt, unconsciously tightened.

"I asked her what was wrong, and she shook her head, smiled, and said it was nothing, and told me to get some rest... Do you think she... does she seem to have sensed something?"

She raised her eyes and looked at Jiang Qing with a hint of worry. In the moonlight, her usually bright eyes were now filled with unease.

"Jiang Qing...I..."

She didn't finish her sentence, but her underlying worry was evident.

Jiang Qing remained silent for a moment.

The sea breeze seemed to pause for a moment, with only the ceaseless crashing of the waves.

His gaze passed over Meng Ziyi and fell upon the hazy sea surface in the moonlight in the distance.

After a few breaths, he looked away and his gaze returned to Meng Ziyi's worried face, and he smiled.

"Oh, I see."

His voice remained steady, without much emotion.

But this response clearly did not reassure Meng Ziyi.

She stepped forward hastily, not caring that the seawater had soaked the hem of her skirt, and grabbed Jiang Qing's arm with both hands.

"Jiang Qing! Have you thought about what would happen if... I mean, what if Xiao Ye really found out about us... about what we're like? What are you going to do? Have you thought about how to tell her? She'll be so sad! I... I'll be so sad too..."

Her voice trembled slightly.

Looking at the bright and pretty face in front of her, now filled with guilt, Jiang Qing felt a slight pang in her heart.

He didn't answer her question immediately, but instead reached out and gently enveloped her slightly cold little hand that was gripping his arm.

"Don't be afraid."

He tightened his grip on her hand slightly.

His eyes were fixed intently on her, without the slightest hesitation.

"Whether it's you or Ono, I will not let go."

This is a straightforward yet firm promise.

But Meng Ziyi felt a lump in her throat.

"It's all your fault!"

She abruptly pulled her hand away, with a hint of venting, and clenched her small fist, repeatedly punching Jiang Qing's chest. The force wasn't heavy; it was more like an expression of grievance.

"It's all your fault! You bad guy! You big bad guy! If it weren't for you... how could I... how could I have hurt Ono..."

Her voice was muffled, trembling with tears.

Jiang Qing let her hit him without flinching, simply standing firmly in place like a reliable mountain.

When her outburst gradually subsided, he reached out and gently pulled her into his arms.

Meng Ziyi's body stiffened for a moment, then slowly softened.

She stopped hitting him and instead buried her face deep in Jiang Qing's neck, greedily inhaling his reassuring scent.

The surging emotions I felt earlier transformed into a deeper sense of sorrow and self-reproach upon touching this embrace.

"I know, I know everything... It's not your fault..."

Her voice came muffled from his neck, thick with a nasal tone, like a wronged kitten.

"It's my own fault... I knew I shouldn't... but... I still couldn't help myself... I couldn't control myself... I hurt Ono..."

Her shoulders kept shaking.

Jiang Qing tightened his arms, holding her even closer in his embrace, his chin gently resting on the top of her head.

The sound of the waves became the only background noise at that moment.

His hand patted her back gently, with a soothing touch.

"It's not your fault, it's that I was too greedy."

He readily admitted it.

"I'm so greedy that even though I know I shouldn't, I still want to have all of you at the same time. I'm so greedy that I'm putting you all in a difficult position."

The phrase "too greedy" was like a heavy stone, falling between the two of them and also hitting Meng Ziyi's heart.

She trembled slightly in his arms, then looked up at him with teary eyes.

Under the moonlight, Jiang Qing's eyes no longer held their usual composure, but instead displayed a complex emotion that she rarely saw.

There was no shirking of responsibility, no excuses. He calmly accepted this "greed," and also accepted all the possible consequences that this greed would bring.

This straightforward honesty calmed down Meng Ziyi's churning self-blame considerably.

But how can we blame him entirely?

It was of my own volition.

She stopped talking, but hugged him tighter and buried her face back in him.

Jiang Qing fell silent, maintaining the embrace, his hand still gently stroking her back rhythmically.

Under the silent moonlight, amidst the sound of the rising and falling waves, the two embraced tightly.

The shadows were stretched long by the moonlight, intertwined.

Those worries about the future, about Zhou Ye, seemed to be temporarily isolated by this silent embrace.

The sea breeze, carrying a coolness, blew by, ruffling their hair and clothes, but it couldn't dispel the warmth that bound them together in that small space.

Time seemed to flow exceptionally slowly in the embrace.

After an unknown amount of time, a cool, damp breeze suddenly swept by, causing goosebumps to rise on Meng Ziyi's exposed arms. She instinctively shrank back into Jiang Qing's arms.

"cold?"

Jiang Qing immediately noticed and asked in a low voice.

"Um……"

Meng Ziyi responded sullenly, lifting her head from his embrace. Her nose was red and her eyes were still a little moist, but her emotions had calmed down considerably.

"Let's go back."

Jiang Qing released her and naturally took her hand.

Her hands were a little cold, so he squeezed them tightly, trying to pass on his warmth.

"it is good."

Meng Ziyi nodded and obediently followed him, bending down to pick up her sandals that she had left on the beach, and walked back barefoot.

The two didn't say anything more, but simply held hands, stepped on the soft sand, and slowly walked back the way they came towards their brightly lit residence.

The moonlight cast their shadows on the beach, overlapping, stretching and shrinking.

When they returned to Meng Ziyi's house, it was already quite late.

There were still a few people chatting in the living room, and they all greeted them when they saw them return.

Meng Ziyi's face had regained its vitality. After greeting everyone, he pulled Jiang Qing to see his room.

The room wasn't big, but it was clean and tidy, and had a private bathroom.

"Here you stay! Let me know if you need anything."

Meng Ziyi stood at the door and pointed to the room.

"Okay, pretty good."

Jiang Qing looked around and nodded.

"Then... I'll go back and wash up first."

Meng Ziyi's eyes darted around for a moment, not daring to look at him. After whispering her words, she quickly turned around and slipped back to her room.

Jiang Qing watched her figure disappear around the corner of the corridor, smiled, and then turned around and went into her room, closing the door behind her.

The noise outside was shut out, and the room instantly became quiet.

He quickly washed up and changed into comfortable loungewear.

After all this was done, the clock on the wall pointed to ten o'clock.

Jiang Qing didn't immediately turn off the lights and rest as usual. Instead, she walked to the window and looked at the blurry coastline in the distance, as if waiting for something.

Only a warm yellow reading lamp was on by the bedside, casting a soft light in the room.

Time passed by minute by minute.

The noise in the living room gradually subsided, the doors to the other rooms opened and closed, and the corridor gradually returned to silence.

The night was darker.

Just then, the screen of the phone on the bedside table suddenly lit up and emitted a very faint "buzz" vibration notification sound.

Jiang Qing did not turn around to look at the content on the screen.

As if he had expected it, he turned around without hesitation, walked a few steps to the door, and unlocked it.

The door had barely opened a crack when a warm, damp figure darted in like a nimble cat.

It is Mencius's Art.

She had clearly just taken a shower; her hair was still slightly damp, and she was wrapped in a soft silk robe that exuded a fresh scent of shower gel.

Her face, free of all makeup, appeared exceptionally fair and clean under the dim light, exuding a kind of innocent and unguarded charm.

As soon as she came in, she didn't even look around before throwing herself into Jiang Qing's already open arms.

Jiang Qing caught her steadily, immediately tightening his arms to hold her soft, fragrant body firmly in his embrace.

He closed the door, completely isolating himself from the outside world.

"Slower."

Jiang Qing's voice rang out above her head, filled with affection.

Meng Ziyi buried her face in his chest, rubbing against him greedily, inhaling his familiar and reassuring scent.

After several seconds, she finally spoke in a muffled voice, which carried a hint of languor from just having taken a shower, and a lingering trace of grievance.

"Was what you said at the beach just now true?"

"Which one?"

Jiang Qing asked knowingly, and naturally placed his large hand on the back of her head, his fingertips running through her slightly cool hair.

"that is……"

Meng Ziyi raised her head, her eyes, like black grapes soaked in water, staring straight at him in the dim light.

"You said... you wouldn't let go of either me or Ono, is that true? You're not just kidding me?"

There was a hint of vulnerability in her eyes.

Jiang Qing lowered his head, his forehead gently touching hers, their noses almost touching.

His eyes reflected her image, and he spoke with certainty.

"Really, I'm not just trying to comfort you."

He paused, then continued, each word striking her heart.

“It’s my greed; it’s that I want you all to be by my side. So, no matter what happens, I will take responsibility, and I will… keep you here.”

This isn't just sweet talk; it's more like a promise.

This blatant, almost shameless, possessiveness dispelled the last trace of unease in Meng Ziyi's heart.

Looking into his earnest eyes so close to hers, she suddenly felt that she was no longer afraid of anything.

Didn't I already think it through?

What are you agonizing over now?
"Bad guy..."

Meng Ziyi muttered something under her breath, but the corners of her mouth couldn't help but curve upwards.

She stopped asking questions and stopped worrying. She stood on tiptoe and kissed his lips.

The kiss carried the fresh scent of freshening up, the relief of something lost and found, an unspoken understanding, and a more secret passion.

Jiang Qing cupped the back of her head with one hand and tightened his grip on her with the other arm, as if trying to meld her into his own body.

The only light left in the room was the dim glow of the bedside lamp, which gently cast the silhouettes of the two people embracing tightly onto the wall.

Outside the window, the night in Peach Blossom Village had fallen completely still, with only the ceaseless breathing of the distant waves gently lapping against the shore, as if providing accompaniment for the silent flames burning in this tranquil space.

As night deepened, the waves continued to surge.

(End of this chapter)