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

Chapter 439 Submission of Body and Mind, Clear Barriers

After leaving Yang Mi's room, Jiang Qing did not leave the hotel, but instead took the elevator upwards.

The elevator numbers ticked silently as he leaned against the car, recalling the scene from just moments before.

Hmm, the experience was pretty good.

In terms of figure alone, only Jing Tian can compare.

But unlike Jing Tian's inner charm, Yang Mi's performance was more outgoing, or rather, more flirtatious, giving him a completely different feeling.

Yeah, the kind that knows how to change positions just by patting its butt.

Even if the people behind them are confused, they will still instinctively cooperate.

It's... very moist.

The corridor was quiet; the heavy carpet absorbed all footsteps, and a sense of seclusion permeated the surroundings.

Jiang Qing followed the door number to a room. After confirming that the room number was correct, she rang the doorbell. Almost before the bell had even finished ringing, the door was opened a crack, just big enough for one person to pass through, and light poured out from behind.

Jiang Qing walked in unhurriedly, the door closing gently behind her, completely shutting out the silence of the corridor.

As Jiang Qing stood on the carpet in the entryway, before she even turned around, a delicate fragrance with a hint of sweet warmth wafted over, completely different from the rich scent emanating from Yang Mi's place.

He turned back slowly.

Liu Yifei stood a few steps behind him, arms crossed, watching him with a smile.

A pure white slip dress perfectly accentuated her voluptuous figure, revealing her breasts and cleavage. The dress, reaching her ankles, subtly outlined the smooth lines of her legs due to the drape of the material.

He was loosely dressed in a matching robe, the belt undone, adding to his casual and lazy air.

She removed the heavy makeup she wore at the banquet and put on a lighter, more delicate makeup. Her long hair cascaded down her shoulders, with the ends styled into subtle curls.

"Mr. Jiang."

Her voice carried a hint of laughter, and her eyes, which often appeared aloof and distant on screen, now sparkled with a clear and visible tenderness.

"We've been waiting for you!"

Jiang Qing's gaze fell on her face, calmly admiring the face that countless people regarded as a fairy sister, from her smooth forehead to her seemingly expressive eyes, to her elegant nose and full lips.

Then, his gaze slowly moved down, sweeping over her slender neck and well-defined collarbone, lingering for a moment on the full mound covered by white silk, before continuing downwards, sweeping over her plump waist, and finally landing on her hips, whose round and full curves could still be seen even under her nightgown.

"Awaited."

His tone was casual, without any hint of apology; it sounded more like a simple statement.

Liu Yifei gracefully swayed her hips as she walked forward and naturally placed her hands on his shoulders.

As the two drew closer, her sweet fragrance became more pronounced.

"Isn't that right~"

She tilted her head slightly to look at him, her red lips parted slightly, her tone carrying a hint of coquettishness, yet perfectly controlled to avoid being annoying.

"I rushed over as soon as I received Mr. Jiang's message. Counting the time, I've been waiting for almost two hours. This is the first time I've ever waited for someone for so long."

Her words contained a subtle probing, a way of testing his reaction.

After all, with her current fame, she has always been the one waiting for others, never waiting for someone else like this, especially in the middle of the night in such an ambiguous situation.

The number of people pursuing her, both inside and outside the entertainment industry, could stretch from Shanghai to Beijing, including many second-generation rich businessmen. They had never suffered such humiliation before.
It was Jiang Qing; anyone else would have left long ago.

Jiang Qing looked down at her, a faint smile still on his face, his eyes deep and unfathomable.

He naturally wrapped his arms around her voluptuous waist beneath her nightgown, his palms feeling the warmth and firmness of her skin through the thin silk fabric.

"is it?"

His voice carried a hint of nonchalant amusement.

"Then it seems it was my fault."

Looking at his calm and even somewhat lazy demeanor, Liu Yifei's slight dissatisfaction caused by the long wait dissipated and was replaced by a stronger sense of anticipation.

She recalled the scene when he entered today, his current important position in the country and even the world, and his many accolades... For such a man to make her wait, it seemed to have become a special experience.

He didn't even bother to come up with a reasonable excuse to deal with her; this bluntness, on the contrary, revealed a powerful sense of control.

It makes you want to get closer...and submit!
Eh?
What is the taste?
Liu Yifei suddenly sniffed lightly, her brows furrowing unconsciously.

She leaned closer to Jiang Qing's neck and sniffed again. This time she was absolutely certain that he was carrying a slightly aggressive perfume scent belonging to another woman, mixed with a hint of... the ambiguous scent unique to the aftermath of a passionate encounter.

A nameless anger suddenly surged within her, and she tightened her grip on his shoulder slightly, her tone instantly turning colder.

"President Jiang, did you just come from somewhere else? You smell so good!"

Jiang Qing met her displeased gaze without flinching, and nodded calmly with a casual smile.

"Yes, I just came from Professor Yang Mi's place."

His direct admission left Liu Yifei speechless, and the questions she had prepared got stuck in her throat.

She stared at him wide-eyed, somewhat incredulous, completely unprepared for his dismissive attitude.

"you…….."

Liu Yifei was furious. She abruptly withdrew her hand from his shoulder, took a step back, and widened the distance between them. Her chest heaved slightly due to her emotions.

"What do you mean? Jiang Qing, what do you take me for, Liu Yifei?"

She even changed how she addressed people, which clearly showed she was genuinely angry.

How could someone as proud as her tolerate such blatant disrespect?
He just got off one woman's bed and then turned around to look for her?
Did something go wrong?
I am Liu Yifei!

Jiang Qing was not surprised by her reaction; in fact, the playful smile on her face deepened.

He looked at her calmly, his tone still nonchalant.

"If you mind, I'll leave now."

As he spoke, he turned around and made a move to walk towards the door without the slightest hesitation.

Seeing his reaction, Liu Yifei panicked, and her anger was instantly overwhelmed by a stronger fear of losing this opportunity.

Almost instinctively, she reached out and grabbed his arm.

"Hey! You..."

She grabbed his arm, and with her other hand she irritably smoothed her long, loose hair. Her expression was complicated. After struggling for a few seconds, she finally spoke with a hint of helplessness and reproach.

"You...you're really going too far!"

Jiang Qing stopped and turned around, her gaze falling on the hand that was holding her arm, then slowly moving to her face. She was still smiling, but didn't speak, just quietly watching her, waiting for her final decision.

Liu Yifei met his gaze, looking into the deep sea in his eyes that seemed to swallow all emotions, and suddenly realized that in front of this man, all her proud fame and glory seemed to have lost their effect.

He doesn't care at all.

Many thoughts flashed through her mind quickly.

Tonight's opportunity is something she's been looking forward to for a long time. Should she give it up just because of this issue of order?
What's more, he is Jiang Qing.

A man like him can't possibly be alone. Didn't she already guess that at tonight's banquet, when she decided to attend?

Why pretend to be aloof here now?

To someone like Jiang Qing, her fame was nothing more than adding a bit of spice to life.

The inner struggle lasted only a short time.

Liu Yifei took a deep breath and slowly exhaled. The struggle on her face gradually faded, replaced by a charming smile that was very different from her usual public image and carried a clear hint of provocation.

She moved closer to Jiang Qing again, reaching out her arms to softly hook around his neck, her body almost completely pressed against his. She tilted her bright and beautiful face up, her eyes full of charm.

"You're so mean..."

Her voice was soft and seductive, with a hint of complaint, more like she was being coquettish.

"Do you have to make me so angry?"

Jiang Qing looked down at her sudden change, a hint of understanding flashing in his eyes. He then wrapped his arm around her waist and pressed her closer to him.

Liu Yifei felt the strength in his arm, and her heart began to beat faster involuntarily.

She tiptoed and almost impatiently brought her red lips to his.

It was a kiss with a hint of appeasement, gentle and lingering.

Jiang Qing did not refuse, and responded to her with her head down. Her movements were unhurried, revealing a sense of control and ease.

After the kiss ended, Liu Yifei was slightly out of breath, her cheeks flushed with a lovely blush.

She gently pushed him away slightly, then, under his intrigued gaze, smiled charmingly, turned gracefully, and walked with elegant cat-like steps towards the huge floor-to-ceiling window in the living room.

The night view of Shanghai at dawn unfolded beneath her feet, with thousands of lights resembling scattered stars.

She walked to the window, her back to Jiang Qing, and gently placed her hands on the cold glass. Then, she slumped back softly, deliberately sticking her hips out.

This movement caused the fabric of her white nightgown to tightly wrap around her plump, full hips, perfectly showcasing her round, perky curves, which contrasted sharply with the concavity of her waist.

She turned her head, her profile breathtakingly beautiful against the backdrop of the neon lights outside the window. Her eyes were dreamy yet carried a direct invitation, her red lips parted slightly, and her voice was languid and sexy.

"President Jiang... what are you waiting for?"

Jiang Qing looked at this woman who was unapproachable and aloof like an immortal in the hearts of countless people, but now she was striking such a seductive pose. The playfulness in his eyes was finally replaced by a hint of heat.

He had to admit that Liu Yifei did indeed have impressive assets, both in terms of her face and her mature and sexy body.

He didn't linger, but took a step and walked towards her.

Hearing the approaching footsteps behind her, Liu Yifei's heart beat faster, a mixture of nervousness, anticipation, and a decadent excitement.

She had never tried to please someone like this before, and the feeling made her senses seem to explode with sharp, piercing noises.

Jiang Qing walked behind her, and almost without pausing, his warm hand firmly grasped her full waist under her nightgown.

With his other hand, he ran his fingers through her long, loose hair, gently supporting the back of her head and pressing her upper body closer to the cold glass window.

"what……"

Caught off guard, Liu Yifei let out a short gasp.

The coolness of the glass seeped through her thin nightgown onto her skin, causing her to shiver slightly, while the male body pressed close behind her radiated intense heat.

The contrast between the extremes of ice and fire caused half of her body to go limp instantly.

Jiang Qing leaned down and whispered something in her ear, his voice low and indistinct.

Liu Yifei didn't hear clearly, nor did she have time to discern, because the next moment, a powerful and irresistible force struck from behind, completely piercing through her...

The city outside the window is either asleep or awake; neon lights flicker silently, and traffic moves slowly like ribbons of light.

The huge floor-to-ceiling windows vaguely reflected the intertwined figures inside, as well as Liu Yifei's face, which was intoxicated by passion.

She was able to maintain a sliver of consciousness at first.
Her hand, which had been supporting her against the glass, slipped limply to the ground.
Intermittent moans escaped her throat, no longer the deliberately crafted coquettishness, but a completely out-of-control reaction stemming from instinct.

The concept of time became blurred. I don't know how much time had passed.

Exhausted, Liu Yifei slid softly down the glass window onto the carpet almost the instant he let go. She curled up, panting heavily, her body drenched in sweat. Her white nightgown was disheveled and clung to her soaked skin, her eyes unfocused and unable to concentrate for a long time.

Jiang Qing stood beside her, calming her breathing slightly.

He looked down at Liu Yifei, who was slumped like a limp rag, and reached out to straighten his slightly disheveled shirt collar.

After calming his breathing, he walked to the sofa next to him and sat down. His gaze swept over the luxurious suite, which was now filled with an atmosphere of lust, and finally settled on the alluring body on the carpet.

"Are you ok?"

His voice was slightly hoarse from the aftermath, but his tone still didn't reveal much concern; it sounded more like a routine inquiry.

Upon hearing this, Liu Yifei struggled to open her eyelids and turned to look at him.

Seeing that his clothes were relatively neat, with only a few beads of sweat on his forehead, and comparing it to her own disheveled state, a complex emotion welled up in her heart. There was satisfaction, exhaustion, and a trace of indescribable humiliation, but more than anything, there was a kind of languor after being completely conquered.

"you……."

She opened her mouth, her voice terribly hoarse.

"Not human at all!"

These words carried a hint of reproach, but the previous anger had vanished. Instead, they sounded like a powerless accusation, or perhaps... a tacit acceptance.

This man doesn't look like a tech guy at all.

It's like an emotionless AI, it doesn't seem to get tired at all!
How outrageous!

Jiang Qing chuckled softly, then stood up.

He walked to the minibar, poured a glass of warm water, came back, squatted down, and held the glass to Liu Yifei's lips.

"Drink of water."

Liu Yifei took small sips of water from his hand, the cool liquid gliding over her dry throat, making her feel much better.

She raised her eyes and looked at Jiang Qing, who was standing very close to her.

His face was expressionless, but his eyes no longer held the playful look they once had; they seemed more peaceful.

After finishing her water, Jiang Qing put the cup aside but didn't leave immediately. Instead, she sat down on the carpet, leaning against the sofa with her long legs casually bent.

Silence fell over the room for a moment, broken only by the sound of their gradually calming breathing.

After a while, Liu Yifei regained some strength and struggled to sit up, pulling her slipped nightgown back up to cover her exposed chest.

She hugged her knees and turned her head to look at Jiang Qing beside her.

Outside the window, a faint ray of dawn was already breaking through the sky; daybreak was approaching.

"It's almost dawn."

She spoke softly, her tone somewhat complicated.

"Ah."

Jiang Qing responded and turned her gaze to the pale dawn outside the window.

"you……."

Liu Yifei hesitated for a moment, but still asked, "What are your plans next? I mean... for me."

She knew her question might be a little silly, but she couldn't help asking it anyway.

At her age, she had long passed the stage of pursuing pure love, let alone a man like Jiang Qing.

But she still needs a clear, or rather, a promise, even if it's only about financial benefits.

Jiang heard her question, but just smiled faintly and did not answer immediately.

He stood up and walked straight to the bathroom in the master bedroom.

The bathroom lights were bright, reflecting off the marble countertop.

Jiang Qing stood in front of the mirror, turned on the tap, and washed her face with cold water.

Water droplets slid down his cheeks, and he casually grabbed a tissue to wipe them dry.

His eyes were clear in the mirror, and he didn't look too tired.

He straightened his slightly wrinkled shirt collar, casually ran his fingers through his somewhat messy hair, and quickly regained his usual calm and composed demeanor.

As he walked out of the restroom, he saw Liu Yifei still sitting on the carpet in the same position, her eyes following his every move with anticipation.

Jiang Qing walked up to her, looking down at her with her eyes lowered.

His figure appeared exceptionally tall and imposing in the faint morning light, yet also carried an invisible sense of distance.

Liu Yifei tilted her head back, the collar of her robe slightly loose, revealing a small patch of her fair skin.

Her cheeks still flushed from the aftermath, her eyes a mixture of weariness and hope as she awaited his answer.

Jiang Qing's gaze lingered on her face for a moment, a faint, cold smile curving his lips.

"us……"

His voice was steady, revealing no emotion.

"We're friends, aren't we?"

The expectation in Liu Yifei's eyes quickly faded with those words, and her fingers resting on her knees curled slightly.

Jiang Qing seemed oblivious to the subtle change in her expression and continued to add in a flat tone.

"If you need anything in the future, you can contact me."

After saying that, he didn't linger, nor did he even offer to help her up. He turned around and walked steadily toward the door.

The door was opened and then gently closed, making a soft "click" sound.

The room fell completely silent, leaving only Liu Yifei and the lingering scent of him and her, perhaps mixed with the presence of another woman from before.

Liu Yifei kept her head tilted back, staring at the closed door. After several seconds, she gave a self-deprecating twitch at the corner of her mouth.

A bitter smile spread across her lips.

"Liu Yifei, oh Liu Yifei..."

She muttered to herself, shook her head, and her voice was full of mockery.

"You still have such unrealistic fantasies... You're really going backwards as you get older."

She should have known better.

A man like Jiang Qing is never short of women of all kinds.

How could he possibly give her any special promises or a position just because of a one-night stand?

Everything tonight was nothing more than a consensual transaction between adult men and women.

She offers her beauty, and he might offer some help in return at some point in the future.

She slowly lowered her head and buried her face in her knees.

Nevertheless, a sense of relief involuntarily rose within her.

At least, she got a verbal promise from him.

The weight of Jiang Qing's words, "You can contact him if you need anything," was self-evident.

This is tantamount to a potential talisman.

Perhaps one day, when she encounters an insurmountable obstacle, this amulet will play a crucial role.

Thinking about it this way, tonight's efforts seem worthwhile.

She looked up and gazed out the window.

As the sky brightened further, the outline of Shanghai gradually became clear in the morning light.

A new day begins.

Liu Yifei, holding onto the armrest of the sofa next to her, stood up with some difficulty.

My body still felt sore and uncomfortable from the indulgence.

She slowly walked back to the bedroom, the air still seeming to be filled with an ambiguous atmosphere.

She didn't lie down immediately, but went to the window and drew back the remaining curtains to let more morning light into the room.

She needs to come to her senses.

……

Jiang Qing walked out of the hotel room, and the corridor remained quiet.

He took the elevator directly to the underground parking lot, where Zhou Zhengkai had already parked his car quietly near the elevator entrance.

Once inside the car, Jiang Qing leaned back in her seat and closed her eyes.

"Mr. Jiang?"

Zhou Zhengkai glanced through the rearview mirror and asked softly.

"Let's find a hotel nearby, I need to rest."

Jiang Qing didn't open her eyes and just said casually.

"Ok."

The car smoothly drove out of the parking lot and merged into the sparse traffic that had already begun to flow in the early morning.

Jiang Qing slowly opened her eyes, looking at the city street scenes rushing past the window.

His face was expressionless, showing neither exhaustion from indulgence nor any sense of guilt or lingering attachment.

His attitude toward Yang Mi and Liu Yifei was essentially the same.

They approached each other voluntarily, each with their own agenda, nothing more.

In his eyes, this was more like an exchange of equal benefits, perhaps mixed with some physical attraction, but far from being an emotional entanglement.

He never made any promises about their relationship, not even a hint.

Everything happened naturally and willingly.

The rising sun cast golden rays upon the car.

Jiang Qing closed her eyes again, her mind starting to consider her plans after catching up on sleep.

Those enchanting nights, like a thin mist blown away by the wind, left little trace in his heart.

His world is vast, accommodating cooperation and exchange, but his personal emotional space is clearly defined.

(End of this chapter)