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

Chapter 415 The Wronged Sister Meng, Dancing on the Edge of a Knife
Meng Ziyi stared at the photo on her phone screen, her eyes wide open. The slight dejection she had felt earlier because of her guilt towards Zhou Ye was instantly burned away by a nameless fire.

She suddenly stood up from the sofa, sunflower seed shells falling from her pajamas.

"Mom! I'm going back to my room!"

She threw down those words, and without waiting for her mother's response, she rushed back to her bedroom in her fluffy slippers, slamming the door shut behind her.

She leaned against the door, her chest heaving, and immediately opened WeChat, found Jiang Qing's name, and made a video call.

The call was answered after only a few rings, and Jiang Qing's face appeared on the screen.

"Mengmeng?"

Jiang Qing looked at Meng Ziyi's puffed-up face on the screen with a puzzled expression.

"What, didn't you just make a phone call?"

Why is Wang Chiran at your house?!

Meng Ziyi immediately launched into a tirade, her voice urgent and loud.

"Having New Year's Eve dinner together?! Jiang Qing, what do you mean? She's already moved into our house? What am I? What is Tongtong? What is Xiaoye?"

Jiang Qing paused for a moment, her brows furrowing slightly, and immediately realized a certain possibility.

How do you know? Did she tell you?

"She posted it on her WeChat Moments!"

Meng Ziyi pouted, her anger rising rapidly.

"Isn't that you in the corner of the photo? Don't tell me that's your long-lost brother!"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Qing looked down and tapped the screen to open her WeChat Moments.

Soon, he saw the photos Wang Cherish had posted...

This girl really can't wait a moment longer.

Jiang Qing raised her head, a look of understanding on her face.

"See?"

Meng Ziyi stared at him, not missing a single subtle change in his face.

"I saw it."

Jiang Qing sighed inwardly, but continued to explain gently.

“Her family is all abroad, and she was alone in China for the Chinese New Year. I felt it would be too lonely for her to spend the New Year alone, so I brought her home to liven things up with us.”

"that is it?"

Meng Ziyi raised her voice and her eyebrows shot up instantly, clearly disbelieving.

"Jiang Qing! Do you...do you know anything about her..."

The words lingered on her lips. Looking at Jiang Qing's calm yet seemingly insightful eyes on the screen, she bit her lower lip and asked directly.

"Jiang Qing, tell me the truth, do you know that Wang Chiran likes you? Not the kind of liking a fan has for an idol, but the kind of liking a woman has for a man!"

On the other end of the video call, Jiang Qing remained silent for two seconds, without denying it.

This brief silence says it all.

Meng Ziyi suddenly felt a sour feeling rush to her nose, mixed with the anger of being betrayed.

She had known Wang Cheran for so long and thought they had a good relationship, but she never expected that this girl would have such thoughts behind her back and even sneak into Jiang Qing's house without making a sound!
In that instant, she suddenly understood Zhou Ye's feelings.

"How could she...how could she do this!"

Meng Ziyi was both angry and aggrieved, her voice trembling.

"I haven't... I haven't even met my uncle and aunt yet!"

As she spoke, her eyes filled with tears.

Jiang Qing looked at her slightly red-rimmed, angry and reproachful expression on the screen and softened her voice.

"Mengmeng, I promise I didn't mean anything by bringing her back. When the time is right, I'll take you home to meet my parents, okay?"

"Who cares?"

Meng Ziyi remained defiant, but her anger subsided somewhat as she listened to his gentle reassurance.

She knew Jiang Qing; if he said that, he probably really hadn't thought much about it.

But what about Wang Churan?
She definitely did it on purpose!
That post on WeChat Moments, that perfectly chosen angle—it was clearly intentionally meant to be seen by others!
"You're just too easy to talk to!"

Meng Ziyi pouted, her tone softening considerably, but she was still dissatisfied.

"She definitely did it on purpose! Posting that kind of thing on social media..."

"Okay, I understand."

Jiang Qing patiently coaxed her.

"Don't be upset about this during the Lunar New Year. My parents are still out, and I'm going out too."

"Oh fine."

Meng Ziyi muttered, looking aggrieved.

After coaxing her for a while, until Meng Ziyi on the screen, though still pouting, finally stopped getting angry, Jiang Qing hung up the video call.

Meng Ziyi put down her phone, but the frustration in her heart hadn't completely dissipated.

The more she thought about it, the more infuriated she became of Wang Chiran's actions. She picked up her phone, opened her chat window with Wang Chiran, and typed rapidly: "Wow, Wang Chiran! You're quick on your feet! You've even managed to sneak into Jiang Qing's house for New Year's Eve dinner?!"

A few seconds later, Wang Cherish replied.

There are no words, only an adorable tilted-head emoji, followed by a cute smiley face and an innocent waving emoji.

This instantly reignited Meng Ziyi's anger, which she had just managed to suppress!

"Ahh! I'm so angry!"

She grabbed her hair and stomped her feet angrily on the soft carpet.

There's no point in arguing with that brat Wang Cheran; she needs to vent!

She immediately found Li Yitong's WeChat and dialed the number.

The call was quickly connected, and the lively background music of the Spring Festival Gala came from the other end, followed by Li Yitong's smiling voice.

"Hey? Mengmeng? Happy New Year! Weren't you typing? Why are you making a phone call now?"

"Tongtong~ I can't be happy!"

Meng Ziyi's voice sounded extremely aggrieved.

"I'm so angry!"

"What's wrong? Who upset our Mengmeng?"

Li Yitong sensed something was wrong and her tone immediately became concerned.

"Who else could it be! Jiang Qing! And Wang Chiran!"

Meng Ziyi rattled off the whole story, from her shock at seeing the post on WeChat Moments, to calling Jiang Qing to question her, and then to Wang Churan's innocent-looking emoji.

"Tongtong, tell me, isn't Wang Chiran going too far! She clearly knew... she knew about me and Jiang Qing... and she still did this!"

Li Yitong listened quietly on the other end of the phone, occasionally echoing with "um" or "and then?" After listening to Meng Ziyi's somewhat incoherent accusations, she sighed, her voice a mix of amusement and sympathy.

"This Jiang Qing is really... such a charmer! There's never a moment of peace around her."

"That's it!"

Meng Ziyi found a kindred spirit and quickly echoed his sentiments.

"And then there's Wang Churan, so young, yet so full of ulterior motives."

Li Yitong commented, then changed her tone, revealing a hint of a bossy, sassy side.

"Alright, Mengmeng, don't be angry. It's not worth getting upset over something like this. Next time we see Jiang Qing, we have to give him a good talking to and teach him a lesson so he knows we sisters aren't to be trifled with. We can't let him act like this."

"Yes! We have to teach him a lesson!"

Meng Ziyi nodded vigorously, though Li Yitong couldn't see it through the phone.

"Tongtong, you're the best!"

After complaining to Li Yitong for a while and receiving her firm support, Meng Ziyi finally felt much better.

After hanging up the phone, she looked at the emojis Wang Cheran had sent on her phone and still felt annoyed, so she simply threw her phone aside, out of sight, out of mind.

On the other side, Jiang Qing hung up Meng Ziyi's video call, rubbed her temples, put down her phone, and walked out of the study.

In the living room, a skit from the Spring Festival Gala was playing on TV, and bursts of laughter came from the audience.

Zhang Yi and Jiang Zhao sat on the main sofa, while Jiang Nan and Wang Cheran sat next to them on the long sofa.

Wang Churan sat gracefully with a slight smile on her face, intently watching the TV screen. Occasionally, the corners of her mouth would curl up because of the funny parts of the skit, making her look well-behaved and engrossed.

Jiang Qing's gaze lingered on her for a moment. Thinking of Meng Ziyi's words and that cleverly composed post on WeChat Moments, he understood perfectly.

I originally wanted to find an opportunity to remind her to tone it down a bit, but then I thought, today is New Year's Eve and also her birthday, so I might as well leave it at that.

He went into the living room and greeted his parents.

"Dad, Mom, I'm a little tired, I'm going to my room to rest."

Zhang Yi was laughing heartily at the skit when she heard this and turned her head.

"So early? Aren't you going to watch the Spring Festival Gala for a while? We still need to eat dumplings at midnight."

"No, you guys see."

Jiang Qing smiled and shook her head. Only then did Zhang Yi remember the accommodation arrangements, and she looked at Wang Churan with a friendly tone.

"By the way, Churan, do you want to sleep with Nannan tonight, or in the guest room? I've already tidied up the guest room; it's very clean."

Before Wang Cheran could answer, Jiang Nan grinned and grabbed Wang Cheran's arm.

"Mom, let Sister Churan sleep with me! We can chat!"

Wang turned her head and nodded to Jiang Nan with a smile.

"Okay, then I'll have to bother you, Nan Nan."

"Don't disturb me, don't disturb me!"

Jiang Nan seemed very happy.

She was incredibly gossipy about her new sister-in-law and her brother's relationship.

Just a few days ago, Ono-neechan's incident happened, and now this timid sister is able to come back with her brother for the New Year.

She felt that things were definitely not that simple.

This new sister-in-law seems pretty formidable.

Seeing that they had reached an agreement on their own, Jiang Qing said no more.

"Then you guys shouldn't stay up too late, I'm going to sleep first."

After saying that, he turned and walked towards his bedroom.

Wang Cherish watched Jiang Qing's departing figure until the bedroom door closed gently before she looked away.

She lowered her head, and under the guise of adjusting her clothes, quickly picked up her phone, unlocked the screen, and lightly tapped the screen with her fingertip. The interface remained on the WeChat chat bar with Meng Ziyi.

Looking at the emojis she had sent that had successfully ignited the other party's anger, a very slight smile appeared on her lips, carrying a faint sense of satisfaction at her successful scheme. She quickly regained her composure, raised her head, and turned her gaze back to the television screen, as if nothing had happened.

She could never forget how Meng Ziyi had been wary of her back then.

Inside the living room, the sounds of singing and laughter from the Spring Festival Gala continued unabated, while the occasional sound of firecrackers outside the window heralded the approaching New Year.

Under the warm lights inside the house, in what seemed like a harmonious and joyous atmosphere, subtle emotions were stirring beneath the surface, and individual thoughts were quietly brewing under the cover of the New Year's Eve hustle and bustle.

The next day, the first day of the Lunar New Year, as dawn broke, the sparse sound of firecrackers began to ring out intermittently.

Jiang Qing has a very accurate biological clock and wakes up on time.

As soon as he opened the door, he smelled the aroma of breakfast.

Walking into the living room, I found Wang Churan wearing an apron, helping Zhang Yi prepare breakfast in the kitchen.

Jiang Zhao happened to be wiping his glasses as he walked out.

Good morning, Uncle! Good morning, Jiang Shen!

Upon seeing Jiang Zhao and Jiang Qing emerge, Wang Churan immediately greeted them with a bright smile, her voice clear and full of energy.

Today she wore a red sweater, her long hair was neatly tied into a ponytail, her makeup was simple and clean, making her look particularly festive and healthy.

"morning."

Jiang Qing nodded.

"Good morning, I'm quite alarmed."

Jiang Zhao put on his glasses and smiled gently.

Zhang Yi turned her head and praised her with a smile.

"Churan is such a diligent child. She got up early this morning to help me with the work. She makes dumplings much better than Nannan!"

Hearing this, Jiang Nan, who was brushing her teeth in the bathroom, ran to the door of the room and poked her head out, protesting indistinctly.

"Mom! You're putting one down to praise another again!"

Jiang Qing and the others couldn't help but laugh.

Breakfast consisted of dumplings, glutinous rice balls, and millet porridge, along with some side dishes, all brimming with the festive spirit of the New Year.

During the meal, Zhang Yi kept urging Wang Cheran to eat, clearly showing her great fondness for her.

Although Jiang Zhao didn't talk much, his attitude was very gentle. Jiang Qing even felt that he smiled at Wang Churan more often than at her.

After breakfast, according to custom, we are going to visit our uncles and aunts to wish them a Happy New Year.

Jiang Qing's family doesn't have many relatives, but they still visit the few they are close to.

"Cran, we're going to his aunt's house to pay New Year's respects in a little while. Do you want to come along? It'll be more fun."

Zhang Yi extended a warm invitation.

Wang Churan desperately wanted to go, wishing she could stay by Jiang Qing's side every moment so that everyone could see it.

But after glancing at Jiang Qing, whose expression was calm, she still managed to restrain herself and obediently shook her head.

"No, Auntie, it wouldn't be appropriate for me to go with your family to visit relatives for the New Year. I'll just stay home and watch TV, it's fine."

Her sensible words made Zhang Yi feel even more that she was considerate.

"Oh, you silly child, it's really okay."

"It's really okay, Auntie. I'm usually quite busy, and this is just a rare opportunity for me to take a break."

"Okay, you can rest well at home. There's everything in the fridge. Help yourself to whatever you want to eat, don't be shy."

"Thank you auntie."

Jiang Qing glanced at Wang Churan, quite satisfied with her performance today.

Fortunately, although the girl had some ulterior motives, she still knew her limits.

If she really went with him to pay New Year's visits, he would have a hard time explaining it to his relatives.

At eight o'clock, after Jiang Qing and his family left, only Wang Cheran remained in the large house.

The sweet smile on her face slowly faded as she walked to the French windows in the living room and watched Jiang Qing's car drive away.

She didn't obediently watch TV as she said she would.

She paced slowly around the house, as if surveying her own territory.

Living room, dining room, kitchen... Finally, she stopped at the door of Jiang Qing's bedroom.

The door is not locked.

She hesitated for a moment, struggled internally for a while, and finally gently pushed open the door.

The room was simply furnished with a large bed, a desk, a wardrobe, and bookshelves filled with books and trophies and certificates of various shapes.

Wang Churan took a deep breath, her heart pounding.

She walked to the desk, her gaze sweeping over the books on it, her fingers gently brushing across the surface, as if she could feel the warmth he left behind.

She walked to the wardrobe again, hesitated for a long time, but still didn't open it.

Finally, her gaze fell on the large, comfortable-looking bed.

As if bewitched, she slowly walked over, sat on the edge of the bed, hesitated for a long time, and then carefully lay down, pulling the blanket over herself.

The scent that belonged only to Jiang Qing was even stronger on the quilt and pillow, enveloping her completely.

She closed her eyes, her cheeks flushed, her heart pounding, overwhelmed by a profound sense of satisfaction.

This is Jiang Shen's bed; she's lying where he sleeps!
After some time, I heard the sound of a door opening and voices coming from the entrance hall.

It's Jiang Qing and the others who have returned from paying New Year's visits.

Wang Churan suddenly woke up with a start, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, and sprang from the bed in an instant. She quickly made the bed, making sure there were no traces, and then tiptoed out of the room, closing the door behind her. She quickly returned to Jiang Nan's room diagonally across the street.

The whole process took only a dozen seconds, but her heart was pounding like a drum.

"Sister Churan, we're back!"

Jiang Nan's crisp voice came through.

Wang Churan took a few deep breaths to calm herself, then put on a gentle smile again and walked out of the room.

"You're back! Was the New Year's greetings lively?"

"It's alright, but the elders keep asking me about dating, it's so hard for me!"

Jiang Nan pouted and complained.

Jiang Qing's gaze lingered on her face for a moment, and Wang Churan's heart tightened as she tried her best to remain calm.

Are you bored at home?

As Jiang Qing sat down on the sofa, she casually asked.

"No, time flies when you watch TV."

Wang spoke naturally, though he seemed apprehensive.

Jiang Qing nodded and said nothing more.

Wang Churan secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but his palms were slightly sweaty from the adventure he had just taken.

The feeling of dancing on the edge of a knife was both dangerous and gave her a unique kind of thrill.

She knew her behavior was somewhat morbid, but she couldn't control it.

The closer they got to Jiang Qing, the more they learned about him, and the more traces of his life they touched, the stronger their desire to completely possess him and integrate him into their very being grew.

She not only wanted to be one of the women by his side, but she also wanted to be the most special and indispensable one!
This Spring Festival is just the beginning.

(End of this chapter)