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

Chapter 422 Hypocrisy, Utter Madness

At the stove, Jiang Qing deftly plated the last dish of stir-fried vegetables and called out towards the living room.

"Mengmeng, Cheran, come and serve the dishes, it's time to eat."

He called out the name so familiarly, as if such a scene was commonplace.

"Coming!"

Wang Churan was the first to respond, and stood up actively, heading towards the kitchen.

Before long, she had placed the dishes in the living and dining room.

Meng Ziyi originally wanted to put on airs for a while longer to show that she was still angry, but when her eyes fell on the delicious-looking dishes in the kitchen, she instantly forgot about those little thoughts.

She practically skipped and hopped towards the living and dining room, her eyes glued to the sweet and sour pork ribs and braised shrimp, unable to look away.

"Wow! Jiang Qing, you're amazing! These are all my favorite foods!"

She cheered, like a greedy little child, showing no trace of her earlier accusatory demeanor.

It couldn't wait to get to the table, wrinkling its nose and sniffing like a puppy, its eyes shining.

"Oh my god, this smells amazing... my mouth is watering! I've been eating boxed lunches every day on set, I've almost forgotten what your cooking tastes like!"

She stared longingly at Jiang Qing, her beautiful peach blossom eyes seemingly filled with little stars, brimming with a desire to "give me some, give me some," so charming and endearing that it melted one's heart.

Jiang Qing couldn't help but smile as she watched her completely absorbed in the food.

He handed her the rice and chopsticks he had prepared.

"Hey glutton, sit down and eat, no one's going to take it from you."

"Mmmmmmm!"

Meng Ziyi nodded like a chick pecking at rice, took the bowl and chopsticks, and plopped down in her seat as quickly as if she were afraid someone would snatch them from her.

She first picked up a piece of bright red and tempting sweet and sour pork ribs, not caring that it was hot, and carefully took a bite. Instantly, she squinted her eyes happily, her cheeks bulging out like a greedy little hamster, and let out a satisfied sigh indistinctly.

"Waaah... It's so delicious! This is exactly the taste! Jiang Qing, you're a genius! How can you cook so well! You're amazing!"

As she chewed, she gave Jiang Qing a thumbs-up, then immediately set her sights on the next target: braised prawns. She started peeling them with her bare hands, her movements slightly clumsy but full of energy. She didn't care that her hands were covered in oil, and she kept muttering things like "delicious," "so fragrant," and "so flavorful."

Jiang Qing watched her devour her rice with gusto, shaking his head helplessly, but his eyes were full of doting affection.

He turned and exchanged a glance with Wang Cheran, who was standing to the side. They both saw the smile in each other's eyes and shook their heads in tacit agreement.

Wang Churan also sat down, picked up a piece of steamed fish with his chopsticks, savored it carefully, and then gave Jiang Qing an appreciative look.

"The taste is really great, so fresh and tender."

Jiang Qing smiled, sat down, and while eating, casually asked Meng Ziyi about her next plans.

"Mengmeng, filming is finished. What are your plans for the future?"

Meng Ziyi was engrossed in fighting a large shrimp when he heard this, and answered without even looking up.

"Well... I just finished filming. I've received several variety show offers, and we're also in talks for the third season of Peach Blossom Village. I've also received quite a few scripts, but I plan to rest for a few days first and take my time to look at the scripts. I'm not in a hurry."

She finally managed to peel the whole shrimp meat, and couldn't wait to stuff it into her mouth, chewing it with satisfaction, her eyes narrowing into slits.

Jiang Qing nodded knowingly, holding a bowl of fish soup in her hand.

"Okay, take your time choosing. When I have time, I'll also look at the script libraries on a few platforms. If there are any that I think are suitable for you, I'll have Chen Duo send them to you."

He spoke casually, as if he were only mentioning a trivial matter.

Meng Ziyi was focused on finishing the next shrimp and only responded with a soft "hmm" upon hearing this.

"Okay, okay!

She didn't even consider the valuable resources Jiang Qing's words implied; all she could see was the delicious food in front of her that could soothe her stomach.

For her, Jiang Qing's care and the comfort of delicious food were far more important than those scripts.

As for resources, she might have been excited before, but since accepting Jiang Qing's current wealth, she is no longer too bothered by them.

With Jiang Qing around, how could she possibly go hungry?
Seeing her completely absorbed in the food and oblivious to everything else, Jiang Qing knew she didn't care at all, so she didn't say anything more. She just put another piece of rib on her plate and gently reminded her.

"No one's going to take it from you, eat slowly, don't choke."

Wang ate his meal quietly, observing the scene unfold.

She saw Jiang Qing's natural care and concern for Meng Ziyi, saw that he remembered Meng Ziyi's preferences, and saw that he was even willing to spend time looking out for scripts for her.

Although my possessiveness stirred slightly and a little sourness rose up, I felt more at ease and a sense of belonging.

She didn't care what Jiang Qing did, as long as she could stay by his side.

But seeing how considerate and thoughtful she is to those around her makes her even happier.

I'm his bedmate too, aren't I?
After the meal, Wang Churan took the initiative to stand up and clear the dishes.

"You all go and rest, leave the rest to me."

Her tone was natural, with a self-awareness like that of a hostess.

Jiang Qing glanced at her and nodded slightly.

"Thank you for your hard work, Churan."

"It's nothing, it's what I should do. You're the one who works hard cooking."

Wang Churan tilted her head and smiled at him, then carried the bowls and plates into the kitchen.

Seeing Wang Churan enter the kitchen and hearing the sound of running water, Meng Ziyi's eyes immediately darted around, she licked her fingers, and quickly wiped her hands with a tissue.

She kicked off her slippers, nimbly flipped over, and straddled Jiang Qing's lap. Her arms wrapped tightly around his neck like vines, and she pressed herself against him, her bright little face tilted up, glaring at him fiercely.

"Hmph! Don't think you can get rid of me with just one meal!"

She pouted her red lips and spoke in a coquettish tone.

Although he was expressing his dissatisfaction, his body language betrayed him, as he kept snuggling closer to Jiang Qing, searching for the most comfortable position.

"You still haven't given me a proper explanation! You and Churan... do you do this every day? Has she been living here all this time? Do you cook delicious food for her every day? Is she... is she prettier than me? Hmm? Tell me now!"

She bombarded me with a barrage of questions, her logic incoherent, yet somehow endearingly unreasonable.

Although those alluring peach blossom eyes tried hard to appear fierce, they revealed more of a deep attachment and dependence on Jiang Qing, along with a hint of unease at being outshone.

Jiang Qing steadily supported her supple waist, feeling the warm and soft touch of her in his arms, and her childlike questioning filled his heart with tenderness.

He could tell at a glance that the girl was no longer angry; she was just using this as an excuse to enjoy being coaxed and valued by him.

"Little vinegar bag."

Jiang Qing chuckled softly, his tone gentle, and his large hand gently stroked her back, conveying a sense of comfort.

"Didn't I already explain it to you? And aren't you busy filming? If you were here, I would cook delicious food for you every day."

He leaned down and pressed his forehead against hers, his nose gently brushing against hers, their breaths mingling.

"In my heart, you will always be unique, irreplaceable by anyone. As for who is prettier..." He paused deliberately, watching Meng Ziyi's sudden tense expression, before adding with a smile.

"Of course, our Mengmeng is the prettiest."

This intimate gesture and straightforward praise instantly disarmed Meng Ziyi. Two blushes immediately rose on her cheeks, her heart raced, and her previous feigned annoyance vanished into thin air.

She hummed softly, buried her burning face in Jiang Qing's neck, and rubbed against him like a spoiled kitten, her voice muffled and tinged with a hint of smugness.

"Well...that's more like it...you do have some good taste! You're not allowed to treat her any better than you treat me! Do you hear me!"

She raised her head, stretched out her slender finger, and poked Jiang Qing's chest, trying to give a fierce warning, but the force was about the same as tickling.

Jiang Qing caught her mischievous little hand, kissed it, and looked at her with deep eyes.

"Okay, it's all up to you."

His promise made Meng Ziyi overjoyed. The slight resentment she felt because of Wang Churan seemed so insignificant in the face of Jiang Qing's gentle favoritism.

She knew in her heart that Jiang Qing was just trying to comfort her, but it was enough that he was willing to do so.

At this moment, Wang Churan finished washing the dishes and chopsticks, wiped her hands with a towel, and walked out of the kitchen.

She saw the two people embracing intimately, almost becoming one, but their faces showed no unusual expression, as if they were already used to it and remained calm.

"The dishes are washed. I'm a little tired, so I'm going back to my room to wash up. You should all get some rest too."

After saying that, he gave Meng Ziyi, who had turned her head away, a meaningful smile before turning to walk towards the guest room where she had put her luggage on her first day, but hadn't actually slept there at all.

Seeing Wang Churan so sensibly leave on her own initiative, leaving space for her and Jiang Qing, Meng Ziyi's last bit of resentment from the house being raided completely vanished.

She even felt that Wang Churan... seemed pretty good?

Hmm! At least she's better than that wicked woman Tongtong. Last time she even conspired with Jiang Qing to prank her, how annoying!
At that moment, Li Yitong, who was thousands of miles away, suddenly sneezed, looking completely bewildered.

Huh?
Why do I feel like someone is chirping at me?

The door to the guest room closed gently. Jiang Qing looked down at Meng Ziyi in his arms, whose eyes had become watery and dreamy, and a playful smile appeared on his lips.

With a strong pull of his arms, he easily lifted her up in his arms.

"what!"

Meng Ziyi exclaimed in surprise and instinctively hugged his neck tightly.

"What are you doing?"

"Go back to your room."

Jiang Qing carried her and strode towards the master bedroom.

"I...I want to sleep in the guest room too!"

Meng Ziyi was still making futile resistance verbally, but her body was softly nestled in Jiang Qing's arms, her arms holding him even tighter, without any intention of struggling. Her cheeks were as red as ripe apples, and her eyes were shy but full of expectation.

Jiang Qing glanced down at her, her eyes mocking.

"That liar little thing."

He carried her into the master bedroom and gently closed the door with his heel.

The master bedroom is very soundproof; once the door is closed, the living room becomes quiet again.

However, not long after,

Meanwhile, in the guest bedroom bathroom.

Wang stood under the showerhead, letting the warm water wash over her body.

The bathroom was filled with steam, and under the dim light, her tall and slender figure was on full display.

The water flowed down her smooth, delicate skin, outlining her beautiful shoulders and neck, passing over her full, perky breasts, along her slender waist, over her flat stomach, and finally into her straight, long thighs.

Her body was curvaceous and shapely, every part of her body seemed to have been carefully sculpted. In the swirling mist, she resembled a vivid and fragrant jade sculpture, exuding breathtaking beauty.

Wang Churan felt a little uneasy today because she wasn't by Jiang Qing's side or sleeping in the master bedroom that was filled with his presence.

It felt like a piece of my heart was empty, and a bittersweet sense of loss crept over me.

She knew she should reserve the evening for Meng Ziyi; they hadn't seen each other in a long time.

While I understand this rationally, I still find it difficult to remain completely calm emotionally.

Her possessiveness toward Jiang Qing was far stronger than it appeared.

After washing up, she changed into clean pajamas, turned off the lights, and lay down on the cold bed in the guest room.

In the darkness, she lay awake, her eyes wide open.

The faint noises coming from the master bedroom seemed to have a magical power, constantly drilling into her ears and sketching clear and passionate images in her mind.

....
Wang Churan felt his body gradually getting warmer, and it felt like a fire was burning inside him. He tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep.

"That's insane! You can hear them even through two doors!"

She couldn't help but mutter under her breath.

I don't know how much time passed, maybe an hour, maybe two hours.

Just as Wang was in a daze, her consciousness hovering between wakefulness and sleep, she suddenly felt the mattress behind her sink slightly, and then a warm, soft, and smooth body pressed against her back.

Wang was instantly jolted awake, all sleepiness gone!
She turned her head sharply and, by the faint moonlight coming in from the window, was shocked to find that the person lying next to her was Meng Ziyi, who was completely naked!

Meng Ziyi's eyes were closed, her breathing was even and long, and her cheeks were still flushed. She seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep as if she had completely exhausted herself, and had obviously lost consciousness.

Wang Churan's heart skipped a beat. She seemed to realize something and abruptly turned to the other side of the bed.

Jiang Qing had somehow entered the guest room. He stood by the bed, his tall figure like a lurking cheetah in the darkness. His deep eyes shone brightly in the night, staring intently at her, filled with undisguised desire.

Wang Churan instantly understood his intention.

Faced with this situation, she was not afraid or resistant at all. Instead, the corners of her lips couldn't help but curl upwards, revealing a smile that was completely different from her usual gentle and obedient demeanor, and carried a hint of bewitching madness.

Those eyes, which were always filled with adoration and obedience, now shone with an intensely eager light.

She stood up and reached out her arms to hook Jiang Qing's neck, pulling his head towards her. In a trembling whisper, she uttered seductive words in his ear.

"Jiang Shen... I will help you achieve anything you want to do... no matter what it is..."

These words were like a switch, completely unleashing a beast that had been imprisoned.

Jiang Qing's last shred of reason crumbled completely. He leaned down and directly sealed Wang Cheran's alluring red lips with his own.

Wang responded to him enthusiastically.

Meng Ziyi, who was fast asleep, was completely unaware of this. She simply let out a soft moan, as if she were in a bizarre dream.

The curtains in the guest bedroom weren't fully drawn, and a sliver of cool moonlight slanted in, outlining the overlapping shadows of people on the bed.

The night is still long, but certain boundaries are completely broken at this moment.

(End of this chapter)