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

Chapter 356 This adorable little chubby girl is an uninvited guest.

Jiang Qing came out of the kitchen carrying two white porcelain bowls. Just as she put the bowls on the dining table, she looked up and saw Chen Duling slowly moving out of the bedroom, leaning against the door frame.

She changed out of the slightly student-like tank top and short skirt from last night and put on a white spaghetti strap dress. The thin straps hung on her slender shoulders, revealing her beautiful collarbone and two fair and slender arms.

Her long hair wasn't combed as carefully as usual; it was just casually draped over her shoulders, slightly damp from washing up, with a few stray strands clinging to her face.

The morning light streamed through the French windows, casting a soft glow around her. She looked serene and delicate, like a small white flower covered in morning dew that needed careful protection.

However, her walking posture was a bit awkward, her steps were unsteady, and her brows were slightly furrowed, clearly indicating that her body had not yet recovered from the ordeal of the previous night.

"Are you all washed up?"

Jiang Qing walked over quickly and naturally extended her arm for her to support her.

"Go slowly."

Chen Duling hummed in response, her voice soft and sweet with a nasal tone.

She almost immediately leaned half her body weight against him, displaying a completely dependent posture.

This was completely different from her usual aloof and dignified demeanor when facing outsiders.

Jiang Qing steadily supported her as they walked to the dining table and pulled out a chair for her.

"Is your lower back still sore?"

He watched her sit down carefully and asked with concern.

"Um……"

Chen Duling nodded slightly, a blush rising on her cheeks, and muttered softly.

"My legs are sore too..."

Her aggrieved little face made it impossible to tell that she was a sister three years older than him.

A smile spread across Jiang Qing's eyes.

He didn't say anything, but turned around and went to the kitchen to bring out the warm milk and perfectly fried soft-boiled eggs. He also placed two slices of freshly toasted bread on the plate in front of her and carefully spread her favorite strawberry jam on them.

"Drink some milk first to warm your stomach."

He pushed the milk glass toward her.

Chen Duling obediently picked up the cup and sipped it slowly, but her eyes remained glued to Jiang Qing.

Watch him peel a boiled egg for himself, watch him cut the toast into small, easy-to-eat pieces.

She didn't lift a finger, just quietly watched him busy himself. Only when he finally sat down opposite her did she pick up her fork and slowly poke at the food on her plate.

A simple breakfast was enjoyed in peace and warmth.

Chen Duling didn't eat much, but she was very well-behaved. She ate the egg white toast pieces that Jiang Qing gave her in small bites.

Occasionally, when she looked up and met Jiang Qing's gaze, she would purse her lips and smile faintly, her eyes full of tenderness.

While Jiang Qing was clearing away the dishes, Chen Duling sat quietly at the dining table.

After he put the last plate in the dishwasher, dried his hands, and turned around, he saw her staring at him expectantly, with the same look as a small animal afraid of being abandoned by its owner.

Jiang Qing's heart softened, and she didn't care about anything else. She immediately strode over.

As soon as he approached, Chen Duling reached out and gently tugged at the hem of his clothes.

Jiang Qing chuckled, bent down, slipped his arms under her knees and back, and lifted her up in his arms with a little effort.

"what!"

Chen Duling gasped slightly and instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck.

Jiang Qing carried her to the spacious, soft sofa in the living room, sat down first, and then pulled her into his arms, letting her comfortably lean against his chest.

He gently rubbed his chin against her hair, patting her back lightly with his palm, just like he was coaxing a child.

Chen Duling hummed contentedly, burying her face in Jiang Qing's neck and nuzzling him. The fresh, clean scent emanating from him filled her nostrils, making her feel incredibly at ease.

At this moment, any semblance of sisterly reserve had long been thrown to the winds.

She just wanted to stay in this warm embrace and enjoy this pampering that was uniquely hers.

"Are you... going to the company today?"

Chen Duling was quiet for a while, then looked up at Jiang Qing from his arms and asked him in a muffled voice.

She had just arrived and didn't want him to leave at all.

Jiang Qing lowered his head and kissed her forehead, his tone resolute.

"I'm not going. I won't go anywhere these next few days; I'll just stay home with you."

He tightened his arms around her.

"Didn't we agree before that we'd make up for all the weight you lost on set?"

Chen Duling was stunned for a moment before she remembered that they had talked about this topic on the phone before.

She never expected that he would remember her all this time.

A warm current suddenly rushed into my heart, leaving me with a bittersweet feeling.

She didn't say anything touching, but simply buried her face back in his chest and rubbed against him like a spoiled cat, her voice sweet.

"Jiang Qing, you are so kind."

Jiang Qing chuckled softly, tightened his arms, and held her more securely.

"That's it? That's too low a standard."

He teased her.

"It's great."

She insisted softly in his arms, with an unreasonable and charmingly naive air.

The morning sun shone warmly in.

Jiang Qing held her like that, chatting casually.

They talked about how autumn in Luyang is drier than in Hengdian, about the tricky questions his students asked in his public lecture yesterday, and about the funny story of a prop blunder in her newly wrapped drama.

The conversation was trivial and lacked focus, but both of them enjoyed it.

Chen Duling was often amused by him and giggled, and her physical discomfort seemed to dissipate a lot in this comfort.

Around noon, Jiang Qing carefully placed Chen Duling, who was almost asleep in his arms, on the sofa and covered her with a thin blanket.

"I'll go prepare lunch, you can lie down a bit more?"

Chen Duling rubbed her eyes, shook her head, and sat up as well.

"I'll accompany you."

She doesn't want to be apart from him for even a moment now, and is extremely clingy.

Jiang Qing didn't force her and led her into the kitchen.

He bought a fresh crucian carp and some seasonal vegetables through a fresh food delivery service this morning, which are currently being kept in a pond.

"I'll make you some fish soup today, to help you recover."

Jiang Qing rolled up her sleeves and began deftly processing the fish scales and internal organs.

Chen Duling didn't leave; she leaned against the central island counter and watched him work.

Watch him intently scale and clean the fish, watch him pan-fry both sides until golden brown, then add hot water, scallions and ginger, and cover the pot.

Steam soon rose from the pot, and the rich aroma of fish soup began to fill the air.

He then turned around to wash the vegetables, cut the tofu, and prepare other light side dishes.

In the small kitchen, there was only the soft clatter of pots and pans, and his gentle words, "Are you hungry? Just wait a little longer."

Chen Duling watched his tall figure busily working at the stove, his focused expression filling her heart with an unprecedented sense of peace. All the worries that lingered in her mind—about Zhou Ye, Zhang Jingyi, Tian Xiwei… all the uncertainties and lingering anxieties about the future—were temporarily dispelled by the rising steam from the kitchen.

She doesn't want to think about those things right now.

At least for now, at this moment, all she wanted was to greedily possess this readily available tenderness and enjoy Jiang Qing's unreserved pampering.

She walked over and gently wrapped her arms around Jiang Qing's waist from behind, pressing her face against his broad back.

Jiang Qing paused for a moment while chopping vegetables, then relaxed, letting her hug him, a gentle smile curving his lips.

He freed one hand, placed it over the back of her hand that was wrapped around his waist, and gently patted it.

"What's wrong? Are you tired of standing?"

"No."

Chen Duling's voice came through his back, muffled and filled with deep dependence.

I just want to hold you.

Jiang Qing chuckled softly, then said nothing more, continuing what he was doing while letting the little tail stick to him from behind.

Sunlight streamed through the kitchen window, elongating the shadows of the two people nestled together and casting them onto the clean floor tiles, silently proclaiming the tranquility of the moment.

The next few days seemed to be on slow motion, flowing with a sweet, honey-like quality.

Chen Duling recovered quickly; the slight soreness and discomfort from her first sexual experience had long since disappeared.

As if some wondrous gate had been opened, the subtle reserve between the two completely melted away, replaced by an almost greedy desire for intimacy.

During the day, Jiang Qing kept his promise and really didn't go anywhere.

He handles company matters in his study at home.

Sometimes it's a video conference. He wears headphones, looks focused, and talks eloquently to the employees or partners on the other side of the screen, with clear logic and decisive decision-making.

Meanwhile, Chen Duling would either be nestled in the large single sofa in the study, quietly flipping through books or watching movies on her tablet, occasionally glancing up at him as he worked.

More often than not, she would simply grab her iPad or a book, sidle up on the sofa where Jiang Qing was sitting, and then unceremoniously rest her head on his lap.

"You go about your business, I'll take care of mine."

She always said this with such confidence, then adjusted herself into a comfortable position, like a kitten that had found a warm nest, and curled up next to him.

Jiang Qing was initially worried that he was too engrossed in his work and would neglect her, or that moving his body would disturb her.

But Chen Duling always shook her head and patted his leg.

"Don't worry about me, you're busy."

Her presence is subtle, yet omnipresent.

The faint fragrance emanating from her, the soft sound of turning pages, and even the slight rise and fall of her body as she breathed became the background noise for Jiang Qing as she worked.

He operated the computer with one hand, while the other hand would occasionally stroke her long hair or gently caress her smooth shoulders.

Whenever this happens, Chen Duling's reading speed will slow down noticeably, and the corners of her mouth will involuntarily curve into a smile.

She liked this silent intimacy, liked being touched by him so habitually, as if she was born to be a part of his embrace.

During work breaks, or after finishing a section, Jiang Qing would look down at the peaceful little face resting on her lap, or she would look up at him, her clear eyes reflecting his image. The sense of satisfaction she felt was indescribable.

When it's mealtime, Jiang Qing's role as the zookeeper comes online right on time.

He cooked all sorts of delicious meals for her, not just soups, but also braised pork ribs, steamed sea bass, boiled shrimp, and various seasonal stir-fries... the kitchen became another stage for him to showcase his talents.

Chen Duling always followed him around, ostensibly to help, but in reality, she was mostly supervising and, most importantly, learning from his techniques.

"Jiang Qing, how come the shrimp are cooked so tender?"

She curiously peeked into the pot.

"The cooking time, and also adding some egg white and starch during marinating."

He explained as he stirred the food.

"Then why is this soup so white?"

"Once the fish is thoroughly fried, add hot water and bring it to a boil over high heat for a while..."

He answered patiently and efficiently.

Sometimes Chen Duling would help wash vegetables or hand over a plate, but most of the time she would lean against the kitchen counter, watching his focused profile, listening to the sound of the spatula clattering, and feeling the happiness filled with the warmth of everyday life.

Occasionally, he would pick up a piece of freshly cooked food, blow on it to cool it down, and then bring it to her lips.

"Want to taste it to see if it's salty enough?"

Chen Duling would eat it from his hand, then nod with bright eyes.

"good to eat!"

These little interactions of feeding her always make her feel sweet inside.

At night, as the city lights gradually come on, this small space becomes their most secret paradise.

Falling in love seems to become exceptionally easy; a glance, an unintentional touch, or even just him leaning down to ask her in the ear, "Are you sleepy?" can instantly ignite a wildfire.

On the soft carpet in the living room, the city lights reflected in the floor-to-ceiling windows. He once embraced her from behind, kissing her sensitive neck, causing her to tremble. The glass reflected their intertwined figures.

On the large desk, the documents were temporarily swept aside, and her long hair was spread out, mingling with his breath, rapid and hot.

Even when the morning sunlight just begins to stream into the bedroom, he can't resist leaning in to wake her with tender kisses, gently taking her again in the morning light.

Their mark is left in every corner of the house.

Chen Duling discovered that her pride in her rationality and composure had completely crumbled in front of Jiang Qing.

She became unusually clingy, liking to snuggle in his arms, liking to be held by him, and liking to feel his omnipresent presence.

Jiang Qing accepted her dependence entirely, even finding it sweet.

He indulged her little quirks and fulfilled her occasional whimsical requests.

Chen Duling knew in her heart that there might be many more complex situations to face in the future.

But at this moment, all she wanted to do was indulge.

She was immersed in Jiang Qing's meticulous care, in his warm embrace, and in this tender time that was just between them.

She cherished every night they slept in each other's arms, every morning he kissed her awake, every aroma of food wafting from the kitchen, and the peace of mind she felt when she rested her head on his lap while he worked.

What will the future hold?

She was unwilling, and at the moment, unable to think about it.

However, the peace will always be broken.

On the afternoon of October 10th, the two were in the living room as usual.

After lunch, Chen Duling felt sleepy, so she leaned against Jiang Qing and fell asleep.

Jiang Qing was looking at the upgrade test results of JD.com's smart warehousing system. Her movements were very light, and she made almost no sound.

Similar scenarios occur almost every day.

The living room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Just then, a soft "click" sound came from the entrance hall.

Jiang Qing paused, then turned to look at the entrance to the living room.

Only a handful of people can gain direct access to his home through facial recognition.

He glanced down at Dudu, who was still fast asleep on his shoulder, and felt a little helpless.

The situation... doesn't seem too good.

(End of this chapter)