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

Chapter 355 Dudu's Attempt to Take the Initiative
Inside the room, time seemed to lose its measure, leaving only the mingling of their breaths and the yearning that silently accumulated, almost bursting forth from its cocoon.

Jiang Qing's lips finally touched the ground.

It was an extremely gentle touch, yet it left behind an indescribable thrill.

Chen Duling's breath hitched, and she trembled slightly in his arms, her fingers gripping his clothes tightening suddenly.

He wrapped his arms tighter, shutting out everything from the outside world.

The faint scent of shampoo lingered in her hair, along with her unique scholarly air.

Time flows silently.

After the initial shock, a strange warm current spread from the point of contact, quickly engulfing the entire body.

Chen Duling's tense body gradually relaxed, and the hand that was gripping his clothes slowly loosened, instead gently resting on his arm that was wrapped around her.

A strange, tingling sensation rose from her tailbone, making her want to get closer to him and absorb more of his scent.

Sensing her tacit approval, Jiang Qing's breathing became a little heavier.

He tilted his head slightly, adjusted the angle, and what was originally a simple contact began to become an extremely slow and gentle caress.

Exploring cautiously, constantly testing the waters.

He gently brushed his lips against hers, sending a jolt of electricity through her, causing her to involuntarily let out a barely audible moan.

The sound was like a pebble thrown into a lake, instantly breaking a certain restraint.

Jiang Qinghuan tightened his arms around her waist, raised his other hand, and gently placed his warm palm on her cheek.

His thumb, calloused from frequent use of the keyboard, gently caressed her delicate, warm skin, sliding from her cheekbone to her earlobe.

This comforting gesture made half of her body feel slightly numb.

Jiang Qing was no longer satisfied with just scratching the surface.

The air became thin and scorching.

In the silent room, only their increasingly rapid and heavy breathing remained.

The moonlight moved silently, casting long shadows of the two intertwined figures onto the polished floor, making them appear as if they were one.

After an unknown amount of time, just when Chen Duling felt she was about to suffocate in the scalding waves, Jiang Qing finally stepped back a little.

He pressed his forehead against hers, his nose rubbing intimately against hers, his hot breath spraying haphazardly onto her equally burning cheeks.

Both of them were slightly out of breath, their chests heaving.

In the darkness, Chen Duling opened her hazy eyes and met his gaze, which was so close to hers.

Those eyes seemed to hold the starlight of the entire night sky, burning with intense focus.

She didn't flinch, but calmed her breathing and looked back at him.

Her aloof facade had long since crumbled. At this moment, her eyes were like those of a newborn fawn, wet and bewildered, yet filled with complete trust and an undisguised flutter of excitement.

Her cheeks were flushed like the sunset, and even her small earlobes were tinged with a lovely pink.

Jiang Qing looked at her completely unfamiliar yet incredibly alluring appearance, and his Adam's apple bobbed up and down in restraint.

His hand, which was resting on her cheek, did not move away. His thumb continued to caress her delicate, warm skin, from her earlobe to her ear and then back to the corner of her lips, as gently as if he were polishing a rare treasure.

"Dudu..."

He spoke softly, his voice terribly hoarse.

"Ok?"

She responded with a soft, gentle voice, tinged with a hint of shyness.

He stared into her eyes as if trying to see through her soul, and after a few seconds of silence, he tentatively asked.

Did I scare you?

Chen Duling lowered her eyes, concealing the turbulent emotions surging within them.

She didn't answer immediately, but simply shook her head slightly, a subtle movement.

The hand resting on his arm unconsciously twitched slightly, betraying the turmoil in her heart.

She took a deep breath, raised her eyes again, and her gaze became clear.

"Jiang Qing."

Her voice was soft, yet carried a solemn determination.

"We've missed out for too long."

This sentence broke the ambiguous atmosphere that had just been there.

Jiang Qing's eyes flickered slightly, and the arms around her waist tightened instinctively, as if afraid that she would disappear at any moment.

Chen Duling didn't pause. She straightened up slightly, still sitting on his lap and held in his arms, but remained very calm.

She looked at him with a calm gaze, revealing a clear-headed understanding of the world, and also a resolute determination like a moth drawn to a flame.

"So much has happened over the years. You've changed, and so have I. There are other people in your life, more than one... I can tell."

Her words were calm, without accusation, simply stating a fact she already knew.

“At first, I wanted you to see your own heart clearly and make you choose between me and Ono. Actually, I knew the answer when you hesitated, but I liked to deceive myself and still held onto that little bit of hope. Later I realized that nothing had ever happened between us before, and you never made any promises to me. I have no right to ask you to stay in the same place and wait for me. Over the years, you have your own life path, and I have mine.”

Her tone was excessively rational, as if she were dissecting someone else's story.

"So, I've decided to get to know you again. To get to know the Jiang Qing of today, to get to know this... Jiang Qing who has become a little bad, a little greedy, and who has captured the hearts of many."

As she spoke, a very faint smile curved her lips, a smile that carried a hint of self-mockery and a touch of resigned indulgence.

"I want to take a gamble."

Her gaze hardened, and a flame seemed to burn within her eyes.

"The person who can ultimately make you willingly stop is me."

The tone is decisive.

Jiang Qing listened quietly, her eyes swirling with emotions—surprise, shock, and a complex mix of feelings.

He didn't refute or explain; he simply tightened his arms, holding her even closer in his embrace, his chin gently resting against her forehead.

Chen Duling felt the strength of his embrace, and her expression gradually softened.

She leaned back into his arms, her cheek pressed against his warm chest, listening to his steady and powerful heartbeat, her voice soft yet clear.

"So, Jiang Qing, listen to this."

She gently touched his heart with her fingertips.

Even if... even if you ultimately choose someone else, I...

She raised her head and looked into his eyes again. The moonlight danced in her eyes, reflecting an unprecedented calmness.

"I don't regret it."

Her voice was soft, but the confidence, clarity, and magnanimous affection contained in her words combined to create a dazzling charm.

She was very rational; she understood everything and even foresaw the outcome.

But no regrets.

The moonlight, like water, flowed over the two embracing figures, gently enveloping their promises and clashes of the moment.

The city lights outside the window still seem distant, and the moon's reflection on the lake continues to shatter and reassemble.

Inside the room, Chen Duling had already drawn her sharpest sword and her softest shield.

"Dudu, I..."

Jiang Qing opened her mouth to speak, but then stopped abruptly.

Chen Duling placed two slender fingers on his lips, silencing the words she was about to say.

She smiled faintly, a slight twitch at the corner of her lips.

"Jiang Qing, there's no need to explain. I understand, I truly comprehend. Now, let's not say anything. I... want to give myself to you, right now, okay?"

Her voice was still slightly husky and mature, but it had an added touch of unique charm.

Jiang Qing was stunned for a moment, staring blankly at her.

The sudden change caught him off guard and he was somewhat caught off guard.

Seeing his expression, Chen Duling smiled sweetly and gently tapped his forehead with her finger.

"Silly boy, you used to always want to do bad things."

She was referring to the time she spent in Luyang last year.

They almost crossed the line several times, but she always held firm and didn't let Jiang Qing succeed.

Jiang Qing snapped out of her daze, her eyes suddenly darkening.

He understood Chen Duling's subtext.

She was prepared to leave at any time, but before that, she was willing to give herself to him completely.

Sure enough, she was still the rational Chen Duling, always knowing what she wanted and having her own principles.

But Dudu, how could I let you leave?

"What are you thinking about?"

Chen Duling observed the changes in his facial expression, her voice softening slightly, yet carrying a resolute determination, her clear eyes sparkling with a light that was almost scorching, completely different from her usual coldness.

"Now, don't think about anything."

She tilted her head slightly, looking directly into his eyes, a faint yet alluring curve appearing at the corners of her lips.

"OK?"

I could feel the initiative in her words, and her charming demeanor, which was rarely seen on ordinary days.

Jiang Qing felt a surge of heat rise up, and the dam of her rationality began to crumble.

His Adam's apple bobbed, and he forced out a sound in a hoarse voice.

"Dudu, are you sure?"

Chen Duling didn't answer, but just chuckled sweetly, like a cat finally showing its claws.

"Silly girl~"

She playfully scolded him, her fingertips sliding down to his first button, her movements unhurried and exuding a captivating charm completely different from the rational and self-possessed image he had of her.

"You've always wanted to do bad things, haven't you? Tonight... I'll give you the chance."

She raised her eyes, her gaze shimmering with tears, reflecting his image. His allure, a blend of older and younger men, with a hint of indulgence and control, contrasted sharply with her cool and aloof demeanor, creating a striking and captivating charm.

Jiang Qing's breath hitched, and she could no longer hold back.

He suddenly tightened his arms, pressing the slender body closer into his embrace, and lowered his head to search for his target.

This time, Chen Duling didn't flinch at all. Instead, she took the initiative to meet him, wrapping her arms around his neck and responding enthusiastically.

Under the moonlight, two figures crossed paths in front of the French windows.

Jiang Qing slid down the smooth lines of her back, feeling her gradually rising temperature through the thin fabric.

Chen Duling's slender waist, seemingly impossible to encircle, possessed astonishing resilience. As he paused to catch his breath, her delicate nose brushed against his chin, her voice carrying a slightly muffled, sweet innocence.

"Jiang Qing, go to the sofa..."

She felt that the floor-to-ceiling windows were too open, and instinctively felt a little shy, yet contradictorily wanted to take the lead in the process.

After all, she's the older sister, so I can't let Jiang Qing look down on me!
Jiang Qing chuckled softly, seeing through her little scheme, and picked her up horizontally as instructed.

She was very light, like a feather falling into his arms.

Though only a few steps apart, the air seemed to be filled with a silent tension.

Sinking into the soft sofa, Chen Duling immediately rolled over and took the initiative.

She looked down at him, her long hair cascading down like a waterfall.

The moonlight outlined her slender and beautiful waist and hip curves, which were exquisitely undulating, like a carefully sculpted work of art.

“Look at me, Jiang Qing.”

She spoke in a soft voice, giving the command, but with a different tone than before.

Her eyes were moist, her cheeks were slightly flushed, and she was charming and beautiful.

The temperature in the bedroom was quietly rising.

Chen Duling's consciousness seemed to float above the clouds, yet also seemed to be sinking heavily into the abyss of darkness.

Time flows relentlessly.

In an instant, she could barely keep her eyes open and just wanted to fall into a deep sleep.

However, just as she was losing consciousness, Jiang Qing suddenly picked her up again and carried her horizontally.

"Where?"

His voice was so hoarse it was unbelievable.

"bathroom."

Jiang Qing's voice was languid.

"Clean it up, otherwise it won't be comfortable to sleep."

Chen Duling didn't ask any more questions, and with a soft hum, buried her face in his neck.

Before long, the warm water enveloped them.

The warm water flowed over, relaxing the mind and body, but when Jiang Qing began to cause trouble with some purpose other than cleansing, Chen Duling instantly became alert.

"Jiang Qing! Behave yourself!"

She twisted her waist, trying to dodge, her voice filled with embarrassment and anger, sounding fierce yet with a hint of pleading.

"I'm so tired, I'm really sleepy right now~"

She tried to resist, but she was weak and powerless, feeling as if she had been hit, even more sore and weak than if she had been suspended by wires all day.

"Dudu, you can sleep peacefully, leave the rest to me."

Jiang Qing's voice rang in her ears, deep and gentle, with a hint of seduction.

He clearly had ill intentions.

Listen to that, you're kidding me!

Chen Duling was so angry that she slipped and almost fell, but luckily he grabbed her waist and steadied her.

The warm water enveloped them, and she had nowhere to hold onto but him.

Everything that followed was drowned out by the sound of flowing water.

Consciousness was once again thrown into the clouds, the water vapor blurring vision, time, and boundaries.

She didn't know how she got back to bed. She only vaguely remembered being wrapped in a large bath towel and carried back to the big bed. She lost consciousness almost as soon as she touched the pillow.

When I woke up again, it was already dawn outside the window.

Chen Duling felt as if her whole body had been disassembled and reassembled, with every bone screaming in pain, especially her waist, abdomen, and legs, which were so weak that she could barely lift them.

She moved slightly and couldn't help but hiss as she gasped.

A soft chuckle came from beside me.

Jiang Qing had already woken up and was lying on her side, propping her head up with one hand, leisurely watching her scrunched-up little face.

He looked refreshed, with a lazy smile on his face after a hearty meal, a stark contrast to her disheveled appearance.

"Awake? I saw you sleeping so soundly that I didn't wake you even when the sun was high in the sky."

Amidst the teasing laughter, he gently brushed away the stray hairs clinging to her cheek with his fingertips, his movements tender.

Chen Duling opened her eyes and met his smiling gaze. The images of their crazy entanglement from last night instantly flooded her mind, and her cheeks flushed instantly.

She pulled the thin blanket over half her face, leaving only her watery eyes exposed, and looked at him accusingly, her voice muffled as it came from under the blanket.

"Jiang Qing... are you a wolf? And how come you have such good stamina when you're just typing on a keyboard?"

She recalled how the cleaning in the bathroom had turned into a new storm, and her back ached even more.

Jiang Qing chuckled softly, amused by her innocence.

How could I possibly hold back in that situation?

Doesn't she know how attractive she is to him?

Don't you know how beautiful or charming you are?

The contrast between her appearance and her usual self fascinated him!
He smiled and leaned down to kiss her forehead through the thin blanket.

"Are you hungry? I'll go get you something to eat."

Chen Duling wanted to shake her head, but her stomach rumbled at an inopportune moment.

I expended a lot of energy last night, and I'm really starving right now.

She could only blush and nod slightly.

Jiang Qing smiled and got out of bed.

He casually slipped on some loungewear and walked out of the bedroom.

Listening to the faint sounds coming from the kitchen outside, feeling the lingering soreness in her body, and a strange sense of fullness, Chen Duling felt an extremely complex emotion welling up in her heart.

Shyness, relaxation, satisfaction, and that lingering sense of uncertainty about the future.

But one thing she was certain of was that she had no regrets whatsoever.

She propped herself up to sit up, the thin blanket slipping off her shoulders.

She stared blankly at the marks, the scenes from last night flooding back uncontrollably, and her cheeks began to burn again.

She pursed her lips tightly, trying to suppress the palpitations in her heart.

But deep in my heart, there is a small place, as if soaked in warm water, slowly and stubbornly rippling with a secret sweetness.

The sweetness terrified her.

She knew perfectly well that this moment of tenderness was nothing more than drinking poison to quench her thirst.

A slight noise came from the kitchen: the crisp sound of porcelain bowls clinking together, and the deep hum of the coffee machine.

He was making breakfast. She could almost picture him standing in front of the kitchen counter, wearing loose loungewear.

He is easygoing and has a gentle, homely demeanor, which is quite different from his usual confident and sharp demeanor when he speaks eloquently at technology forums or chats with internet giants.

It was precisely this multifaceted and complex nature of him that made her so deeply entangled, that even though she clearly saw a precipice ahead, she still jumped down without hesitation.

During the university debate competition, he was a genius boy whose every move attracted the attention of the entire audience, and she was a girl who would feel her heart race whenever she made eye contact with him while holding her cue cards.

The distance between us back then seems closer now than it does now, five years later, when our statuses are so vastly different.

At least back then, she could still pretend to be indifferent.

Today, he is the founder of Wuwen Technology, a company worth billions, and a top male actor who has crossed over into acting and has countless fans in a phenomenal TV series.

What about her?

An actress who is neither particularly successful nor unsuccessful, struggling in the entertainment industry.

At the beginning of their reunion, she did have some wishful thinking, hoping that time could make up for the regrets of what they had missed.

She was even once confident that even with Zhou Ye's presence, she would still win his heart back to her.

But she soon discovered that he already had more than one Zhou Ye by his side.

His world is too vast, and it can accommodate too many people.

She tried, using rational restraint and an adult approach, to probe the issue, even with a touch of pitiful hope.

But he only dealt with it gently, never making any promises, nor completely refusing.

His greed was like an invisible net; she ran into it and ended up bleeding profusely.

And she finally realized that he would not stay for anyone, nor would he give up the whole forest for anyone.

Last night was her way of giving herself closure.

A desperate farewell.

Let go of your obsession in the most intimate way.

His body has remembered him, and that should be enough for the rest of his life.

As for the heart... it will heal slowly, it will always heal.

She has to believe that.

Staring at the ceiling, I felt empty inside, yet my heart ached with a throbbing pain.

That's all, Chen Duling.

She said to herself.

Let's draw a fairly... decent conclusion to these five years.

She lay there for a few more minutes before sitting up again.

He moved slowly, enduring the soreness and discomfort in his body, picking up the clothes scattered around the bed one by one.

Getting dressed became a bit difficult; my fingers weren't as obedient as usual, and the buttons kept coming undone and then fastened again, taking several attempts to get them aligned.

She zipped up the side zipper, her fingertips trembling slightly.

She went into the bathroom, splashed cold water on her face, looked up, and gazed at herself in the mirror.

Her eyes were slightly red, but her gaze remained relatively calm.

Great, that's how it should be.

She picked up a comb and slowly combed her somewhat messy long hair, stroke after stroke, as if it were just an ordinary morning.

After tidying herself up, she casually put on a smile and prepared to go out to change into a nice outfit.

At least, we should cherish this last period of time together.

(End of this chapter)