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

Chapter 347 Mai Mai's audacity, don't laugh!
The afternoon sun slanted through the floor-to-ceiling windows at four o'clock, casting long, warm golden patches of light on the floor.

The living room was quiet, with only the background music from an old movie playing on the movie channel echoing softly.

Zhao Jinmai stirred groggily, her cheek brushing against the soft fabric, a familiar and comforting scent lingering around her nose.

It was Jiang Qing's scent.

She slowly opened her eyes, her vision still a little blurry, and found herself resting comfortably on Jiang Qing's shoulder, a thin air-conditioning blanket covering her completely.

She tilted her head slightly and saw Jiang Qing staring intently at the tablet screen on her lap.

On his sharply defined profile, his brows were slightly furrowed, and his fingers occasionally swiped quickly or tapped lightly on the screen.

The screen was filled with charts and codes she couldn't understand at all, along with several expanded emails.

Zhao Jinmai blinked, trying hard to decipher what the complex curves and symbols represented, but after a while she felt dizzy, as if she were looking at a book written in a foreign language.

She gave up and simply leaned against him quietly, enjoying the tranquility of the moment.

She had just woken up and felt languid. The warmth of his shoulder seeped through the thin fabric, making her so comfortable that she didn't want to move.

A few minutes later, Jiang Qing finished processing an email and subconsciously lowered his eyes to check if the girl on his shoulder was asleep.

His gaze met Zhao Jinmai's large eyes, which were staring intently at him.

"woke up?"

He raised an eyebrow and spoke gently.

He then put down the tablet, turned to the side, raised the hand that wasn't being pressed down by her, and naturally touched her cheek with the back of his fingers to check the temperature.

"Did you sleep well? Is there anything that's bothering you?"

"Ok!"

Zhao Jinmai nodded vigorously, her voice still soft and sweet from just waking up, like she had a piece of candy in her mouth.

"I feel so at ease after a good night's sleep."

She nuzzled against his shoulder.

Have you been dealing with work the whole time?

"Yes, I've finished reading several reports."

Jiang Qing put the tablet aside and gently moved her shoulders, which had become a little numb from using it as a pillow.

"Are you hungry? What do you want to eat tonight? Cook at home or go out?"

Zhao Jinmai sat up straight, stretched a little, and felt full of energy.

"I'm not hungry yet. I took a nap and feel a bit stuffy, so I want to go out for some fresh air."

"Row."

Jiang Qing stood up and pulled her up as well.

"Shall we go for a walk in the park?"

"it is good!"

Zhao Jinmai immediately jumped for joy.

Shortly after, a discreet black sedan drove into the underground parking garage near Chaoyang Park.

Both of them wore masks and hats, dressed simply, like the most ordinary young couple in the city.

After parking the car, Jiang Qing naturally took Zhao Jinmai's hand, their fingers intertwined, and walked towards the park entrance.

As evening approached, the summer heat in Chaoyang Park subsided considerably.

Along the artificial lake, weeping willows sway gently, and the water ripples with the golden light of the setting sun.

Small groups of citizens were strolling or jogging, and some elderly people were practicing Tai Chi under the shade of trees.

They strolled along the lakeside path, not saying much, just enjoying the cool breeze on their faces and listening to the laughter of children and the rustling of leaves in the distance.

Zhao Jinmai's hand was enveloped in Jiang Qing's palm, and every step she took felt safe and sweet.

She would occasionally glance at him, and he would look down at her, his eyes peeking out from above his mask, a gentle smile on his face.

After wandering aimlessly for about an hour, Zhao Jinmai's stomach finally started to protest a little.

"Gulu..."

The sound was exceptionally clear in the quiet room between the two people.

Zhao Jinmai covered her stomach a little embarrassedly.

Jiang Qing chuckled softly and squeezed her hand.

"hungry?"

"Um……"

She admitted it in a low voice.

"Come on, I'll take you to eat meat."

Jiang Qing looked around and saw a brightly lit Korean BBQ restaurant not far away on the street, which looked very popular.

"How about that one?"

"Okay!"

Zhao Jinmai's eyes lit up.

She didn't dare to eat anything on set before, even though she craved meat.

The barbecue restaurant was bustling with activity and full of lively, smoky flavors.

They found a relatively quiet booth further inside.

After ordering, the waiter quickly brought out charcoal and various meats and vegetables.

"I'll grill it, you just eat it."

Jiang Qing skillfully picked up the tongs and placed several slices of pork belly with alternating layers of fat and lean meat on the sizzling grill. Instantly, an enticing sizzling sound rang out, and the aroma of oil filled the air.

Zhao Jinmai watched his movements with her chin resting on her hand, her eyes crinkling with a smile.

"Then wouldn't I be too happy?"

"Yes, your task is to stay happy."

Jiang Qing smiled and placed the golden-brown, slightly charred pork belly on the plate in front of her.

"Be careful, it's hot. Dip it in this sauce."

You should eat too!

Zhao Jinmai picked up a piece, blew on it, and instead of putting it in her mouth immediately, she dipped it in sauce and handed it to Jiang Qing's mouth across the grill.

"Ah~"

Jiang Qing paused for a moment, then her smile deepened. She opened her mouth to catch it, chewing and nodding vaguely.

"Yes, the heat is just right."

Seeing that he had eaten, Zhao Jinmai then contentedly picked up a piece for herself as well.

The two of them would grill a slice of beef and feed it to each other, or roll up a lettuce and hand it to each other. Occasionally, their chopsticks would "fight" because they both wanted to give the other the best piece of meat. The booth was filled with the aroma of food and the sound of the two chatting and laughing in hushed tones.

The meal was enjoyed slowly, sweetly, and satisfyingly.

After a satisfying meal, we left the barbecue restaurant as the city lights began to twinkle.

The two strolled hand in hand along a brightly lit commercial street nearby to digest their food.

As she passed the brightly lit shop windows of a large shopping mall, Zhao Jinmai slowed her pace.

"What's wrong?" Jiang Qing asked.

Zhao Jinmai shook the two of them holding hands.

"I didn't bring many changes of clothes with me this time."

She added somewhat shyly.

"I only brought one set of pajamas."

Jiang Qing immediately understood what she meant.

"Shall we go in and take a look? It'll be a good opportunity for a walk."

"Uh-huh."

Zhao Jinmai nodded like a chick pecking at rice, her eyes crinkling.

The shopping mall is well-ventilated, bright, and spacious.

Zhao Jinmai pulled Jiang Qing straight to the young women's clothing section on the third floor.

She was in a good mood, and whenever she saw a shop that looked nice, she would go in and browse around, trying on clothes with great interest.

In the first store, she tried on a light blue dress with a flowing skirt.

She stepped out of the fitting room, twirled in front of the mirror, and looked expectantly at Jiang Qing sitting on the bench.

"Does it look good?"

Jiang Qing looked up, his gaze lingered on her for a few seconds, and then nodded.

"nice."

Zhao Jinmai tried on a beige short-sleeved knit top with denim shorts.

"What about this one?"

"It looks good too."

Jiang Qing smiled and nodded.

Next up was a printed T-shirt paired with high-waisted wide-leg pants.

"how about this?"

"Yes, Not Bad."

Jiang Qing nodded with a smile.

When she tried on the fourth outfit, a pale yellow sundress, Zhao Jinmai finally couldn't hold back any longer. She walked up to Jiang Qing, put her hands on her hips, and deliberately put on a stern face.

"Hey! Dr. Jiang! Can you please look at this more carefully? No matter what I wear, you only say it looks good or not bad, without offering any constructive suggestions!"

Jiang Qing was amused by her, stood up, and began to examine her carefully.

He walked behind her, looked in the mirror, and gently adjusted the thin straps of her tank top that had slipped down her shoulders.

"This color suits your skin tone very well, making you look radiant. However..."

He paused, then pointed to her waistline.

"If this part were a little more fitted, it would accentuate the proportions. Of course, it's fine as it is now because it's comfortable."

He took another step back and looked at the whole thing.

"The skirt length is just right, making my legs look longer. Yes, it really looks good."

His reasoned and detailed evaluation surprised Zhao Jinmai for a moment, then her cheeks flushed red, and she felt a sweet warmth in her heart.

She muttered something.

"That's pretty much it..."

She turned around and happily went to try on the next item.

And so, with Jiang Qing's comments, sometimes concise and sometimes serious, Zhao Jinmai finally chose a light blue dress, a beige casual suit, and a pale yellow suspender dress.

Carrying three shopping bags, the two prepared to go downstairs and leave.

As Zhao Jinmai passed a beautifully decorated and softly lit branded lingerie store on the fourth floor, she stopped in her tracks once again.

In the transparent shop window, mannequins displayed elegantly designed lace lingerie.

Her gaze lingered on a set of black lace lingerie for a few seconds, and her heart skipped a beat. A bold yet shy thought popped into her head uncontrollably.

Her cheeks flushed, and her fingers unconsciously tightened around the shopping bag's handle.

Taking a deep breath, as if she had made up her mind, she suddenly turned to look at Jiang Qing.

"Um... Jiang Qing, could you... could you wait for me in the car first? I... I need to use the restroom!"

Jiang Qing glanced at the lingerie store in the direction of her gaze, then looked at her obviously flushed cheeks and evasive eyes, seemingly lost in thought.

He considerately refrained from asking further questions and simply nodded.

"Okay, I'll wait for you in the car. Give me the things, okay?"

He reached out to take the shopping bag from her hand.

"No need, no need! I can get it myself, it'll be quick!"

Zhao Jinmai quickly hid the shopping bag behind her back, her voice a little hurried.

"Okay, then be careful. I'll wait for you in the car."

Jiang Qing didn't insist any further. He ruffled her hair and turned to walk towards the elevator.

Watching Jiang Qing's figure disappear at the elevator entrance, Zhao Jinmai finally breathed a sigh of relief, but her heart was beating even faster.

She looked around furtively, then mustered her courage and quickly walked into the lingerie store.

The sales assistant greeted us warmly.

Zhao Jinmai tried her best to look natural, her eyes quickly scanning the dazzling array of goods on the shelves, but finally landing precisely on the black lace lingerie set in the shop window.

The design isn't particularly revealing, but the delicate lace trim and perfect cut exude a subtle yet alluring sexiness.

"Miss, you have excellent taste! This is our newest arrival, classic black, the lace is imported, very comfortable and breathable, and the support is very natural..."

The sales assistant keenly noticed her gaze and immediately began to enthusiastically introduce the product.

Zhao Jinmai's face turned even redder, and she asked in a low voice.

"Do you...do you have my size?" "Yes, yes! Please wait a moment, I'll get you a brand new set to try on."

The sales assistant glanced at her chest and quickly retrieved her size chart.

Guided by the sales assistant, Zhao Jinmai entered the fitting room and looked at herself in the mirror wearing the black lace lingerie. Her skin appeared exceptionally fair and delicate against the backdrop of the dark lace, and her body curves were perfectly outlined, neither overly flamboyant nor lacking in the gentle charm of a young woman.

Her heart was pounding, and her cheeks were burning hot.

"This set will do."

She quickly changed back into her own clothes, walked out of the fitting room, and said to the sales assistant.

The sales assistant smiled knowingly.

"Okay, miss, I'll wrap it up for you."

Zhao Jinmai's voice was so soft it was like a mosquito's hum, and she quickly added.

"Please use... use that opaque bag."

"no problem!"

The sales assistant quickly processed the order, packaged the item, and finally handed her a dark-colored frosted tote bag without any brand logo.

Zhao Jinmai took the bag as if she were carrying a burning secret, and quickly walked out of the lingerie store, her heart pounding all the way.

Back in the car, Jiang Qing leaned back in the driver's seat and closed her eyes to rest.

He opened his eyes when he heard the car door open.

"came back?"

His gaze swept over the shopping bag in her hand, but he didn't pay much attention to the newly appeared dark bag.

"Ah."

Zhao Jinmai tried to keep her voice calm as she placed several bags on the back seat, carefully tucking the dark-colored bag underneath the other shopping bags.

She fastened her seatbelt and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Back at the Pan-Ocean Family Mansion, Jiang Qing helped her carry all the shopping bags into the living room.

He pointed to the doors on both sides of the corridor, speaking respectfully.

"This is my bedroom."

He pointed to the master bedroom door on the left, and then to the door on the right.

"This is the guest room. The sheets and duvet covers have been changed, and the wardrobe is empty. Please let me know if you need anything else."

"Well, okay, thank you."

Zhao Jinmai nodded, her cheeks feeling a little hot again.

She picked up her shopping bags, including the dark bag containing the secret, and strode into the guest room.

Jiang Qing then turned and went to the kitchen to pour water.

In the guest room, Zhao Jinmai hung her newly bought clothes in the closet. When her fingers touched the dark bag, her heart started pounding again.

She pursed her thin lips, her eyes filled with shyness.

Before long, Jiang Qing finished washing up and changed into a T-shirt and trousers, her hair still slightly damp.

He went to the living room, turned on the TV, and tuned to a lighthearted variety show channel as background noise.

After a while, the guest room door opened, and Zhao Jinmai came out.

She changed into a light pink pajama set she had brought herself, long-sleeved and long-legged, with small white polka dots printed on it, looking fresh and well-behaved.

She had just finished showering, her cheeks were flushed pink from the steam, and her hair, half-dried, lay softly over her shoulders, exuding a faint scent of shampoo.

"Has it been washed?"

Jiang Qing looked up at her, a smile on her face.

"Ah."

Zhao Jinmai nodded, walked to the sofa, and naturally sat down next to him. The distance was much closer than when they watched the movie in the afternoon, their arms were almost touching.

She had a good nap in the afternoon and is in great spirits now.

"Want to watch some TV?"

Jiang Qing handed her the remote control.

"Ah."

Zhao Jinmai took the channel and casually switched between channels, finally stopping at a variety show.

What you watch isn't important; what matters is the person next to you.

Only a few ambient lights were on in the living room, making the lighting somewhat dim.

The flickering light from the television screen reflected on their faces.

The laughter and chatter of the guests on the variety show seemed somewhat distant.

The two were very close and could feel the warmth emanating from each other's bodies.

Time passed slowly, and the night deepened.

Jiang Qing leaned back on the sofa, one arm casually draped over the backrest.

As Zhao Jinmai watched TV, her body gradually leaned towards him. Finally, her shoulder gently rested on his arm, and her head tilted slightly, resting against his shoulder.

Jiang Qing moved his arm that was draped over the back of the sofa, and it naturally slid down to gently wrap around her shoulder, making her more comfortable.

This action brought the two of them even closer together.

Zhao Jinmai's heart suddenly raced; she could smell the same fresh scent of shower gel on him as on herself.

She turned her head slightly and looked up at him.

Jiang Qing was looking down at her.

Their eyes met unexpectedly.

The noisy sounds from the television seemed to be instantly muted, and the world was left with only the clear reflections in each other's eyes.

His gaze was fixed intently on her face, conveying a silent inquiry.

Her eyes were clear and bright, reflecting his image clearly, and there was a hint of nervousness in them.

A silent tension seemed to permeate the air.

No one spoke, nor was there any need to speak.

A silent understanding was flowing between them.

Jiang Qing's gaze slowly moved down, landing on her slightly parted pink lips, which were very close to hers.

My breathing slowed down.

Zhao Jinmai's heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to burst out of her chest. She looked into his eyes and at his slowly lowering head. Her long eyelashes trembled nervously, but she didn't flinch. Instead, she tilted her head up very slightly to meet his gaze.

The distance was shrinking little by little in silence.

Finally, with his warm breath, he gently pressed his lips to hers.

Unlike the brief, smoky encounter in the kitchen, this time, in the quiet living room, amidst the clearly audible sound of each other's heartbeats, the moment felt exceptionally long and profound.

At first, it was a gentle caress, with a cautious probing.

Gradually, that restraint melted away quietly in the warming intimacy.

He tightened his arms around her shoulders, pulling her closer into his embrace.

Her arms had somehow wrapped around his waist, and her fingers unconsciously gripped the fabric of his back.

The scents blended completely, carrying the freshness of a bath and an intoxicating sweetness.

The only sounds in the living room were the two people's increasingly rapid and hot breathing, and the faint sound of water.

Time seems to have lost its meaning.

After an unknown amount of time, the two slowly separated.

Their foreheads touched, their noses lightly brushed, and they were both breathing slightly.

Zhao Jinmai's cheeks were flushed, her eyes were hazy as if covered by a layer of mist, and her lips became even more moist and rosy.

Jiang Qing's gaze was as deep as the dark sea, churning with emotions she had never seen before, locking onto her intently.

His large hands cupped her cheeks, his thumbs gently caressing her burning skin, his breath brushing against her lips.

A silence spread between them, yet it was more intense than any words could be spoken.

Then, Jiang Qing's arm went under her knees, and his other arm wrapped firmly around her back. With a little effort, he lifted her up horizontally.

Zhao Jinmai gasped softly, instinctively wrapping her arms tightly around his neck and burying her burning cheeks in the crook of his neck.

He carried her, his steps steady, as he walked through the living room toward the master bedroom door on the left side of the corridor.

Pushing open the door, you'll find a more spacious area than the guest room, with dark gray bedding and simple lines.

Jiang Qing walked to the bedside and gently laid her down on the soft bedding, as if she were a fragile treasure.

He didn't get up immediately, but instead braced himself on his arms on either side of her body, his gaze enveloping her as if it were a physical presence, filled with questioning and a burning flame.

Zhao Jinmai lay on the dark gray sheets, her light pink polka-dot pajamas standing out against the dark background, making her skin appear even whiter than snow.

Her heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to burst out of her chest, her cheeks were as red as ripe peaches, and her eyes were moist, filled with shyness, nervousness, but mostly anticipation.

She did not flinch, but bravely met his burning gaze.

His gaze lingered on her face before finally settling back into her eyes.

“Mai Mai…”

He didn't ask aloud, he just called her name.

Zhao Jinmai's heart skipped a beat, then began to pound even harder.

She understood the question in his eyes and sensed the suppressed desire emanating from his body.

Her fingers unconsciously gripped the sheets beneath her, and she took a deep breath, as if using all her strength.

Immediately, she raised her arms and wrapped them firmly around his neck, pulling him towards her.

At the same time, she tilted her head slightly and took the initiative to press her lips to his.

It was a shy invitation, and a silent yet deafening response.

She ignited her last vestige of restraint.

Jiang Qing's response instantly became turbulent and intense.

He tightened his arms, pulling her closer into his embrace.

Their breaths completely merged, becoming one.

His hands, no longer content with lingering on her cheeks and back, began to explore, slowly covering her slender waist through the soft pink nightgown.

It felt as if an electric current had instantly coursed through Zhao Jinmai's body, causing her to let out a soft whimper from his lips.

The sound was like the most fervent catalyst.

He lingered and caressed her soft waist, feeling her gradually rising temperature through the thin fabric of her nightgown.

Each touch seemed to ignite a small flame, drawing her involuntarily closer to him, her body arching slightly as she sought more comfort.

His hot breath traveled down her delicate jawline and landed on her slender neck.

Zhao Jinmai tilted her head back, her slender neck forming a beautiful arc, her hands gripping the fabric of his back tightly, her fingertips digging into his skin.

A strange, surging feeling washed over her like a tidal wave, making her tremble slightly and only able to let out soft, suppressed moans.

"Jiang Qing..."

She murmured his name unconsciously, her voice slightly hoarse with emotion, like a kitten's claws scratching at one's heart.

The call made him pause for a moment, then he looked up and stared intently at her.

Her eyes were shimmering with tears, filled with a hazy, dreamy emotion; her cheeks were flushed, and her lips were slightly swollen.

This appearance, blooming entirely for him, dependent yet full of invitation, completely shattered his last shred of reason.

His eyes grew even deeper.

"Don't be afraid, Mai Mai."

Zhao Jinmai met his eyes, which were filled with her reflection. The surging flames within them made her heart flutter, yet also gave her a peculiar impulse.

She took a deep breath, as if she had removed the last invisible shackle, and responded firmly with all her might.

"Well, I'm not afraid."

Jiang Qing looked at her small face with pity, and then began to unbutton her clothes along her neckline.

However, when the third button was opened, revealing a corner of the interior, his gaze paused slightly.

Looking at the girl beneath him, her head turned to the side, her cheeks flushed red as if they were about to bleed, he instantly understood everything.

"You...don't laugh!"

Zhao Jinmai hummed softly.

"what……"

In response to her was Jiang Qing's barely suppressed chuckle.

"Jiang Qing! You're so annoying!"

The girl's embarrassed and angry voice rang out in the bedroom!
"You... um~"

The sound stopped suddenly.

Then, a soft moaning sound followed.

The girl began her transformation into a woman.

(End of this chapter)