Chapter 53

Chapter 53 Rose x Kiss

“Breeder?” Ji Mingzhu’s gaze fixed on it.

Only pigs have breeders.

The girl laughed. “You’re treating me like a pig?”

For the first time, she felt this pairing wasn’t bad.

Only...

Ji Mingzhu suddenly had a terrifying thought.

Little princess, or little pig?

She suddenly jumped forward, grabbed Jiang Ji’s neck, and viciously choked him. “Jiang Ji, do you think I’m a pig?!”

He was forced by her strength to lower his head.

Black hair hung over his forehead, ridiculously good-looking.

Jiang Ji stared at her for a while. “Wasn’t that what you named yourself?”

Then he reminded her, “That handkerchief, last night’s roses—you weren’t as excited as you are today.”

Ji Mingzhu looked at him twice. How can that be the same thing?

“Then how did you change your nickname for me?”

Little pig head or little piggy...

Jiang Ji let her fuss while holding his neck. “The one on my side doesn’t need changing.”

Because he had always thought this way.

In Jiang Ji’s heart, it had never changed.

......

Amid the muddle, time reached the afternoon.

Ji Mingzhu suddenly had a whim, feeling she needed to arrange a few things to do.

The things lovers like to do couldn’t be missing.

Dates, watching movies, and those flirtatious quarrels—she wanted them all.

Jiang Ji, Jiang Ji, Jiang Ji.

This name that carried all her girlish dreams in youth, yet once gave her a fatal blow—at this moment, she could call it endlessly without getting tired.

“I want to do so many, many things with you, President Jiang, you can’t go back on this.” Ji Mingzhu lifted her chin, borrowing power to act tough.

Jiang Ji pulled her over and lightly licked her chin. “Mm, you said it. We’ll do everything.”

“............”

Ji Mingzhu didn’t know if she was overthinking, but at this moment—she really wanted to do everything with him.

Although she felt this person had become a bit slyly bad, the voice in her heart was extremely clear.

She liked Jiang Ji like this.

Only half an afternoon remained of the weekend. After tonight passed, it would again be the nine-to-five workweek.

Even though both were heirs of the leading Jiang and Ji families, the burden on their shoulders was no lighter than others.

Jiang Ji had already been absent for a week because of her; everything in Jiang Corporation needed handling, so for now, Ji Mingzhu didn’t dare ask for too much.

After the busy early spring passed, she would fully enjoy their time together.

The happiest part would probably start from next weekend.

Although there wouldn’t be large-scale travel, but with normal double days off, and if Jiang Ji didn’t work overtime.

The two could still make plans.

Ji Mingzhu had never been the type to hide things. She told Jiang Ji her thoughts; she didn’t even know whether he was listening—he just kept answering “okay.”

So much so that later, she was afraid that if she blurted out some wild words, he would still directly respond with “okay.”

This look instead resembled how he was back in high school.

After the two fell out, and after returning to the country, he became an immovable iceberg poker face, cold as if a chill wind from the northern polar region.

“Jiang Ji, what should we do this afternoon?” Ji Mingzhu touched the videotapes stored in the drawer under the coffee table at Park Hyatt.

She roughly flipped through them; they were all familiar films she had seen.

“If I say what I want to do, you’ll agree?” He sat down beside Ji Mingzhu, the two leaning together against the soft sofa behind them.

Only, Jiang Ji’s legs were too long; he had to bend them slightly, looking somewhat uncomfortable.

In the early spring afternoon, sunlight lazily poured in.

Ji Mingzhu looked at the person beside her. His profile was covered with a layer of soft glow from the light, warm and gentle.

She watched for a while. “You can’t agree to excessive things, like horror movies, ghost movies.”

Jiang Ji rested his hand on his knee, relaxed. “That’s not what I mean.”

“…Then which one?”

He turned his face, almost close to her delicate cheek, brushing it faintly.

Jiang Ji didn’t hide the longing in his heart for her. Perhaps it had been too long—once awakened, it even felt somewhat unreal, like being in a dream.

“Just want to kiss you.”

“Then you—mmph?”

Ji Mingzhu’s voice became muffled; she only felt a shadow fall before her eyes.

A familiar pleasant scent brushed past her nose, followed by warm breath filling her chest.

After an unknown time, she was finally released.

The girl’s eyes were misty with tears, a faint pink spreading at the corners. Jiang Ji covered them and sucked lightly. “Now do you know which one?”

......

Ji Mingzhu had been like she disappeared these days, never appearing again.

Before, she would still chat with Ji Shaoyan on WeChat; now she had directly vanished, hardly chatting at all.

Although Ji Shaoyan somewhat felt like an old father abandoned, at times like this, he still felt that as long as his daughter was happy, it was fine.

In this world, the only tie, the only thing inseparable because of that person, seemed to be just his little princess.

So most of the time, Ji Shaoyan tried his best to satisfy everything Ji Mingzhu asked for.

Holding her in his palm, afraid she would melt.

Actually, when she chose Australia to study abroad, Ji Shaoyan disagreed. Back then Ji mother had...

But he knew his daughter’s thoughts; she probably only wanted to find something nostalgic to rely on. Ji Shaoyan couldn’t oppose her and agreed.

And thinking back, Jiang Ji like that—Ji Shaoyan had only been scaring him; he wouldn’t really push him away.

After all, many times, bystanders see clearly while those involved are confused.

Ji Mingzhu and Jiang Ji grew up together, destined that some words were hard to say, let alone pierce the window paper or truly realize where their feelings lay.

After being together day and night for long, people’s thinking is subtly influenced.

Too many surrounding factors interfered; instead, they lacked that solitary courage.

So at the very beginning, he pulled this red thread and guided it to the two of them.

Thinking back on the interactions between the two children, after returning from Switzerland, it was indeed much more relaxed than before.

Although he didn’t know how far the two had developed, at least Jiang Ji, this brat, wasn’t too stupid.

After many years in the business world, what scenes of debauchery had Ji Shaoyan not seen? These two kids, in terms of feelings, were like playing house.

Thinking of this, Ji Shaoyan couldn’t help but feel melancholy again.

As for himself, it seemed he had received retribution—ups and downs all his life, longing too deeply.

Every time he woke up alone at midnight, his heart felt drenched by the cold night wind, nowhere to hide, nowhere to settle.

It seemed he no longer had any pursuit.

Ji Shaoyan gave up the idea of calling Ji Mingzhu. Just as he put down his phone, the assistant knocked and entered.

“President Ji, that side wants to use you for hype. They released photos of you eating together earlier. Should we suppress it?”

“Which one?”

“The college student model.”

“Whatever. No need to ask about this kind of thing in the future.” Ji Shaoyan couldn’t remember the person’s face at all, probably someone he met at some drinking party.

“Okay.” After responding, the assistant locked the door, stepped forward, and lowered his voice. “Following the line abroad as you instructed, we indeed found something.”

Ji Shaoyan paused, eyes slightly narrowing.

“Our people went to the plane crash site from that year and investigated carefully. They found that the reported death toll at the time didn’t match the number of passengers on the flight.”

“That’s not the most important part. I had Richard go door-to-door and ask the local villagers. There was no adoption at all. So President Ji, our original guess was right. Perhaps madam… never boarded that flight to Australia.”

Back then, information networks weren’t developed.

Even until this year, only vague news existed.

Ji Shaoyan nodded, speaking slowly. “I always had this thought, but now that it’s confirmed, I don’t know what to do.”

He didn’t know where his Yanyan was surviving in the world.

The assistant had followed Ji Shaoyan for many years. Seeing him like this, he couldn’t help recalling what happened back then.

More than ten years passed in a flash, like clouds before the eyes.

He comforted him, “President Ji, victory is ahead. Looking back may require more courage, but I believe finding madam is the knot in your life.”

“Mm.” Ji Shaoyan responded, then seemed to remember something. “Erase the traces quietly. Don’t let the Shu family know.”

“I was just about to say, according to the new findings, the clues the Shu family provided earlier seem to deliberately hide something. Everything they found is opposite to ours. I mean—they completely misled our previous direction.” The assistant spread out a document and handed it over.

Ji Shaoyan stared at it for a while, his gaze deep, like a black flood dragon lurking on the seabed.

......

In the following days, Ji Mingzhu stayed with Jiang Ji.

He continued being his domineering president; she continued being his personal secretary.

During work time, except for breaks, the two had no chance to chat or communicate.

They still had this professional spirit and reached a high level of agreement and tacit understanding.

Occasionally flirting in the office, occasionally igniting thunder-and-earth fire intimacy in the lounge.

When Jiang Ji was cold, he was truly cold, like a frost immortal. But when it came to doing something—he became like a furnace, blazing and surging.

Still with no sense of restraint, no upper limit.

The two worked overtime together that day.

By the time they prepared to drive home, it was already late.

Most people in the company had left; the special assistant office, however, was still diligently working.

Ji Mingzhu greeted them one by one, then entered the elevator with Jiang Ji.

“We’re off work but they’re not. So hard-working. You really know how to squeeze people.”

“Squeeze?” Jiang Ji closed the elevator door and raised his brows.

“Mhm, that kind of ruthless exploitation. Aren’t capitalists like you best at this?” Ji Mingzhu leaned against a corner of the elevator, lazily looking at him.

“Exploiting others is the company system.” Jiang Ji walked straight over, bracing his hands on both sides of her. “The one I exploit is you.”

This sentence, spoken out—

It really carried a bit of that “I only exploit you alone” exclusiveness.

Ji Mingzhu was both annoyed and amused, but she had to admit she was once again pleased by Jiang Ji.

“What are you laughing at?” Jiang Ji asked when he saw her unable to hold back her smile.

What he got in return was Ji Mingzhu fiercely twisting his waist.

She truly didn’t hold back, her hand turning at his firm waist, scratching him until his mouth went dry.

After pausing two seconds, Jiang Ji’s slender hand reached out and pressed twice on the fingerprint-accessible screen.

Then the elevator seemed to freeze in place, motionless, as if it had stopped operating.

Ji Mingzhu sensed something unusual; even her speech faltered. “Jiang Ji… what are you doing?”

Did he just control the elevator?!

Why doesn’t he just go to the sky and control a space station!

“Nothing. Just thought I haven’t tried the elevator.” he said evenly.

“............”

He could say wanting intimacy so seriously and righteously?

Without waiting for Ji Mingzhu’s reply, Jiang Ji’s dark eyes locked onto her, deliberately lowering his voice. “Exploiting you in the elevator seems not bad.”

Ji Mingzhu held back for a while, feeling Jiang Ji draw closer without explanation. She reached forward, hooking his neck. “Then tell me… later, will I exploit you… or will you exploit me?”

“If you want, you can too. But now it’s me first.”

The person in his arms was extremely compliant, even actively moving closer. Her small hands were rather restless, rubbing and kneading the back of his neck. Jiang Ji’s voice sank like heavy clouds before a storm. “Yours can come slowly. Don’t rush.”

…Who’s rushing!

Ji Mingzhu’s protest hadn’t come out before it was sealed with a kiss.

Her back pressed against the cold elevator wall; the contact sent a numbness up her spine.

Cold and tingling.

Yet in front of her was a burning wall of fire, endless.

Her tongue tip almost went numb. If one listened carefully, there was a faint, trickling sound like a mountain stream.

Then Ji Mingzhu felt her suit lifted, the hem wrinkling upward.

A slight chill slipped in from there, followed by a palm stroking upward inch by inch.

Warm, covering.

Ji Mingzhu’s eyes misted; she resisted slightly, then lost all sense of direction. That fair, smooth area no longer seemed like her own.

“…Jiang Ji.”

“Mm.” His nasal tone was heavy; he was probably uncomfortable too.

Being kneaded, squeezed, and grasped—this feeling was like being placed over blazing fire and boiling oil.

After an unknown time, the noise of the world finally seemed to quiet down.

Like a puddle filled after heavy rain, steam lingering around; only the water in the center kept rippling, showing the traces left by the raindrops just now.

Ji Mingzhu steadied herself for a moment, quickly used some strength to push him away, and adjusted her collar and the hem of her clothes. “…This is still in the elevator!”

He…

Can’t he pay attention!

Ji Mingzhu hadn’t expected that the more she tidied, the messier it became, as if she were covering something up. But she had no choice, continuing to fight with the wrinkles.

Jiang Ji looked at her spring-filled eyes and said slowly, “I turned it off. No one will see, and no one will come in.”

After saying that, he leaned in again. “Now it’s your turn. You exploit me.”

Author’s note: 【Mini theater】

Chicken: The exploitation in the future won’t be this simple.

Piggy: [Covers butt in advance]

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