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

Chapter 414 Happy Birthday, My Home Was Raided?

Jiang Qing was unaware of the turmoil in Wang Churan's heart.

He is on the phone with Lei Jun.

"Mr. Lei, Happy New Year!"

"President Jiang, Happy New Year! I was just thinking of calling you!"

Lei Jun's enthusiastic laughter came from the other end of the phone.

“I read your white paper a few days ago, and it was very insightful. Our team held several seminars overnight and gained a deeper understanding of Wanxiang’s capabilities.”

Jiang Qing leaned against the windowsill, watching the fireworks bloom outside the window with a slight smile on her lips.

"I hope this is helpful to you. We can arrange for the technical team to have a more in-depth exchange after the New Year."

"That's wonderful! That's exactly what I was thinking. By the way, I wish you and your family a Happy Chinese New Year and all the best!"

"Thank you, Mr. Lei. I also wish you a happy new year. Let's talk in detail after the new year."

After hanging up with Lei Jun, Jiang Qing dialed the numbers of Liu Qiangdong, Li Yanhong, and others in turn, exchanging New Year's greetings.

After finishing a round of phone calls, Jiang Qing turned around and greeted Zhang Yi and the others in the living room.

"I still need to make a few phone calls. I'll go to the study for a bit first."

Jiang Zhao was intently watching the skit on TV when he waved without turning his head.

"Well, let's go."

Zhang Yi looked concerned.

"Don't play for too long. Come out and have some fruit later. I also made some jujube water."

"OK, all right."

Jiang Qing readily agreed and then headed towards the study.

Jiang Nan knew exactly what her brother was up to, and secretly made a face at him. Jiang Qing gave her a subtle glare, pretending not to see it.

Wang Churan was pulled to sit beside Zhang Yi, a sweet smile on her face, but her gaze followed Jiang Qing's retreating figure as he walked towards the study, seemingly lost in thought.

The study door was gently closed.

Jiang Qing sat down at his desk and first dialed Meng Ziyi's number.

The phone rang several times before being answered, and the background noise was somewhat loud.

"Hello? Jiang Qing?"

Meng Ziyi's voice, as always, had a delicate and sweet quality, with a hint of surprise in it.

Have you finished your New Year's Eve dinner?

"Yes, Happy New Year, Mengmeng. Have you eaten yet?"

"Happy New Year! I just finished eating and am helping my mom clean up now."

After a pause, Meng Ziyi lowered her voice slightly.

"Um... Ono... have you heard anything from her lately?"

Jiang Qing remained silent for a moment.

"She's doing well, you don't need to worry."

A soft sigh came from the other end of the phone.

"It's my fault……"

"Don't overthink it, just enjoy the New Year."

Jiang Qing said gently.

"Yes, if you can get in touch with her, be sure to tell her that I..."

"Meng Meng."

Jiang Qing interrupted her.

"Don't think too much about it, just enjoy the New Year. I'll handle it."

There was a long silence on the other end of the phone, with only faint breathing sounds audible.

"All right……"

After a long while, Meng Ziyi's light and airy voice rang out again.

After chatting for a while, Jiang Qing hung up on Meng Ziyi and then called Tian Xiwei.

The call was answered almost immediately, and the girl's energetic voice came through.

"Jiang Qing! You actually remembered to call me!"

"How could I not remember? Happy New Year, Xiaotian."

Happy New Year!

Tian Xiwei's voice was cheerful; you could feel her joy even through the screen.

"I'm watching the Spring Festival Gala. This year's programs are so boring. I'd rather chat with you."

Jiang Qing couldn't help but smile, her eyes filled with laughter.

"So what kind of shows do you think aren't boring?"

"None of them are very good! They're not as good as the song 'Blue and White Porcelain' that you sang in Peach Blossom Village."

Tian Xiwei's voice suddenly became soft and gentle.

"Jiang Qing, I miss you~"

"After the New Year, I'll go back to the film set to film properly, and I'll visit the set."

"Really? Then you have to keep your word!"

"of course."

After chatting on the phone for a while, Tian Xiwei reluctantly hung up.

Next, Jiang Qing called Zhang Jingyi, Li Yitong, and the others in turn.

Zhang Jingyi's voice on the phone still sounded sweet and gentle.

"Jiang Qing! Happy New Year! I'm at home learning to make dumplings with my mom. We'll eat them tomorrow morning, although they're not very pretty, hee hee..."

Li Yitong couldn't resist teasing him a bit over the phone.

"Oh, you busy man finally remembered your sister? Happy New Year! I've been keeping an eye on everything happening at Wanxiang, so I bet you won't have a moment's peace during the holidays. But even if you're busy, remember to rest, or your sister will worry about you if you overwork yourself~"

Zhao Jinmai's obedient response revealed her longing.

"Jiang Qing, Happy New Year. I hope you can spend more time with me in the new year..."

Zhang Ruonan's laughter was crisp and melodious, bringing joy to the listener.

"Happy New Year, Jiang Qing! My parents saw your news on TV tonight and kept praising you for being so young and promising. I wonder what they'd think if they knew about our relationship, hehe..."

Liu Haocun, Dilraba... Finally, Jiang Qing dialed Jing Tian's number.

"Jiang Qing?"

Jing Tian's gentle voice came through the receiver; the background was very quiet.

I was wondering if you would call.

"Of course. Happy New Year! Have you had your New Year's Eve dinner yet?"

"I just finished eating, and I'm feeling quite full."

Jing Tian's gentle voice was tinged with laughter.

"I know you're busy, so don't worry about me. I've been keeping an eye on things in Vientiane, and I'm really happy for you."

"Thank you for always understanding me."

I understand, but I can't always be by your side. You need to take good care of yourself.

Jing Tian's tone was full of concern.

"Spend more time with your parents during the Spring Festival. Don't always think about work. It's a rare opportunity to rest at home for a few days."

"Yes, got it."

After hanging up the phone with Jing Tian, ​​Jiang Qing's gaze fell on Chen Duling's profile picture in her WeChat list.

He opened the chat window, hesitated for a long time, and finally sent a message: "Happy New Year".

Almost instantly after the message was successfully sent, the message "The other party is typing..." appeared at the top of the dialog box.

A few seconds later, Chen Duling's reply popped up.

"Happy New Year."

Simple, distant, just like when she left.

Jiang Qing looked at these four words, her eyes flickered, but she didn't say anything more.

His finger continued to slide down, eventually stopping at the chat box with Zhou Ye.

The last message he sent her before the press conference was "Wait for me to come back," but she never replied.

After hesitating for a moment, Jiang Qing dialed her number.

However, all that came through the receiver was a cold system notification: "Sorry, the number you dialed is currently busy..."

He paused for a moment, then tried dialing again, but the result was the same.

Jiang Qing suddenly understood something, opened WeChat, found Zhou Ye's chat box, and sent a message saying "Xiao Ye, Happy New Year".

The moment the message was successfully sent, a red exclamation mark and a line of small text popped up on the screen.

"The message has been sent, but it was rejected by the recipient."

She blocked him.

A dull, sharp pain suddenly struck Jiang Qing's chest.

He leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes.

Just then, there was a gentle knock on the study door.

Jiang Qing quickly composed herself and turned to look.

Wang stood at the door with a cup of water in her hand, a sweet smile on her face.

"Auntie made some jujube water and asked me to bring you a cup." She explained softly, walking in and placing the cup on the desk.

"Thank you."

Jiang Qing took the water glass and thanked him with a smile.

Wang Churan did not leave immediately, but stared directly at Jiang Qing with a complicated expression.

"what happened?"

Jiang Qing met her gaze and asked softly.

"Thank you, Jiang Shen."

Wang Churan's voice was very soft as she gently bit her lower lip.

"Thank you for bringing me back, thank you for letting me feel... the warmth of home."

Jiang Qing smiled.

"It's okay, don't worry about it. It's really lonely being alone during the New Year."

Wang Churan shook her head with a firm look in her eyes.

"No, this is very important to me."

She stepped forward, her gaze intense.

"It's really important."

Jiang Qing looked at her burning gaze, paused for a moment, and then nodded slightly.

"Excuse me, Jiang Shen, I won't bother you any longer."

Wang realized he had lost his composure, lowered his head, pursed his lips, and turned to leave.

"and many more."

Jiang Qing suddenly called out to her.

Wang looked back at him with a puzzled expression.

"what happened?"

Jiang Qing took a small box out of his pocket, stood up, and handed it to her.

Happy birthday, Cheran.

Wang Churan suddenly froze on the spot, her eyes wide open, staring incredulously at the box in Jiang Qing's hand.

Her lips trembled slightly, and her voice was almost squeezed out of her throat.

"Jiang Shen, how...how did you know..."

Today is January 21st, which is not only Lunar New Year's Eve, but also her birthday.

She never imagined that Jiang Qing would know about this, let alone receive a gift from him!
"I just happened to see it."

Jiang Qing explained casually, as if it were just an ordinary thing.

"Open it and see if you like it."

Wang took the box with a start and carefully opened it.

Inside was an exquisite bracelet, its design simple yet elegant, shimmering with subtle light under the study lamp.

She looked at the bracelet, her eyes slightly red, a surge of emotions building up inside her, making her feel suffocated and desperately needing to do something to release them.

"Alright, let's go out and play with Nan Nan."

Seeing that she seemed a bit agitated, Jiang Qing wanted to send her away.

Wang Churan did not leave immediately, but stood there staring straight at him.

Under the lights, she wore a modern Chinese-style vest dress, looking dignified and gentle, but the burning light in her eyes was brighter and more focused than ever before.

"how?"

Jiang Qing avoided her burning gaze and lowered her head to take a sip of jujube water.

"Thank you for the gift, Jiang Shen."

"You're welcome, it was just a small favor. I'm happy as long as you're happy."

Wang shook his head in fear.

"No, this may be convenient for you, but it's important to me."

She suddenly took a step forward, and the distance between them instantly closed.

Before Jiang Qing could react, she quickly tiptoed and lightly pressed her soft lips to the corner of his mouth, a fleeting touch.

Like a dragonfly skimming the water.

Jiang Qing was slightly taken aback.

Wang Churan had already retreated quickly, her cheeks flushed, her eyes filled with the shy nervousness of having succeeded. Her fingers twisted the hem of her clothes helplessly, and she stammered out a sentence.

"I...I went out to watch TV with Auntie!"

After saying that, he practically fled, his figure quickly disappearing through the study doorway.

Jiang Qing raised her hand and touched the spot where she had just been kissed, where a warm, moist sensation still lingered.

He stared at the empty doorway for a long while, then shook his head helplessly and chuckled to himself.

This girl...

In a seaside residence on Xiamen Island, the noisy sounds of the Spring Festival Gala filled the living room.

Chen Duling curled up on the sofa, hugging a cushion, her gaze fixed on the TV screen, but her eyes were somewhat unfocused.

The phone screen was still lit, showing the chat interface with Jiang Qing.

Understanding his changes doesn't mean you can accept them.

Wanting to let go doesn't mean your heart won't ache.

"Dudu."

Chen's mother handed her a peeled orange and asked casually.

"Have you been in contact with that Dr. Jiang lately? He's been making quite a stir lately, he's in the news every day."

Mr. Chen also pushed up his glasses and looked at his daughter.

Chen Duling snapped out of her daze, took the orange, broke off a segment and put it in her mouth, the sweet and sour juice filling her mouth.

She smiled faintly, her voice revealing no emotion.

"Dad, Mom, he and I... are just ordinary friends."

She paused for a moment, then added.

"We probably won't have any contact in the future."

Mr. and Mrs. Chen exchanged a glance, and their daughter's reaction made them wisely refrain from asking any further questions.

Chen Duling flipped her phone over, trying to stop herself from thinking about it anymore.

But Jiang Qing's face appeared even more clearly in her mind, making it impossible for her to calm down.

Happy New Year?

Will the new year really bring happiness?
Goose City.

The New Year's Eve dinner was long over, and the festivities had subsided.

Zhou Ye stood alone on the balcony of her bedroom, the night wind blowing against her thin clothes, but she was completely unaware.

The night sky was desolate, with only a few sparse stars stubbornly twinkling.

For some reason, she thought of Jiang Qing's face.

She remembered the fine lines around his eyes when he smiled, the slight furrow in his brow when he was focused, and the warm embrace he gave her...

But soon, these images were replaced by another... behind the half-open door of the lounge, he and Meng Ziyi were seen embracing and kissing.

My heart felt like it was being gripped tightly by an invisible hand; a dull pain struck, and even breathing became difficult.

She closed her eyes in anguish, and scalding tears streamed uncontrollably down her cold cheeks.

What should we do in the future?
she does not know.

Without Jiang Qing, the world is a desolate wasteland.

She was trapped in the same spot, caught in a dilemma.

Meanwhile, in Kunming (Spring City).

Meng Ziyi sat cross-legged on the soft sofa in her living room, wearing fluffy cartoon pajamas, idly scrolling through her WeChat Moments while cracking sunflower seeds.

Zhou Ye didn't reply to her messages. Even with Jiang Qing's comforting words, she still felt guilty and had been having nightmares lately, unable to cheer up.

Suddenly, her finger paused as a photo scrolled across the screen.

It was a post Wang Chiran just made on her WeChat Moments.

The caption reads: "A heartwarming New Year's Eve dinner, thank you for taking us in~ (heart)"

The accompanying photo is of a lavish family feast, with chicken, duck, fish, and meat filling the table, exuding a warm and homely atmosphere.

Meng Ziyi originally intended to casually give a like and scroll past, but her gaze was drawn to the corner of the photo, and her pupils suddenly contracted.

There, I inadvertently captured half of a man's profile in the photo. He was wearing a dark sweater and had his head slightly lowered, as if he was listening to someone next to him.

She was all too familiar with that profile!

It's Jiang Qing!
Startled, Meng Ziyi exclaimed "Ah!" and jumped up from the sofa, not even caring that the sunflower seeds she was holding were scattered all over her.

"You brat! What are you yelling about! You've got sunflower seed shells everywhere!"

Mencius' mother was startled and scolded her in displeasure.

Meng Ziyi, however, seemed not to hear, her eyes wide as she stared intently at her phone screen, zooming in on the picture to examine it closely.

That's right!

It's Jiang Qing!
Why was Wang Churan having New Year's Eve dinner with Jiang Qing? And in... a place that looked like home?
Jiang Qing brought her home?!

Aren't you a fan?
what is this?
Fan perks?

My house was robbed?
You idiot Wang Churan, I should have known better.

Ahhh... I'm going to throw a tantrum!
(End of this chapter)