Jiang Shengyan personally experienced Zong Yuan’s physical strength.
It was incredibly intense and exhilarating.
He could even hold himself up, how could it be this amazing?
He stuck close to Zong Yuan, waking up for the first time this early. As soon as he opened his eyes, he couldn’t wait to check on his prized possession.
His prized possession was strong and even mischievously nodded at him.
“Wow,” his heart was struck, so cute!
Zong Yuan was awakened by the urge to urinate. When he opened his eyes, he saw Jiang Shengyan in a twisted posture, staring at his brother wholeheartedly, like a wolf-dog that hadn’t eaten for days staring at a delicious piece of meat.
“Damn it!”
Zong Yuan’s teeth hurt. He grabbed Jiang Shengyan by the back of his neck. “Weren’t you satisfied last night?”
Of course, it wasn’t just four minutes; four minutes were just to give Boss Jiang a breather, so he wouldn’t explode from excitement.
Jiang Shengyan’s voice was hoarse as he earnestly promised, “I was just looking, not touching.”
“Looking at what?” Zong Yuan, feeling pained, glanced over at his little brother before steering away from this dangerous topic. “How do you feel?”
He was asking about his body, but Jiang Shengyan’s thoughts naturally took a turn. He pondered for a long time before answering, “I like several positions: the one where you lifted me, the one where you put my legs on your shoulders, and the one where you stood by the bed.”
Unbelievably, all the positions that President Jiang liked were deep ones.
The more Jiang Shengyan talked, the more rigid Zong Yuan’s expression became. These positions were physically demanding. Jiang Shengyan was a big man, at least 120 or 130 pounds; carrying him was honestly tiring.
Zong Yuan tentatively suggested, “How about the one lying in bed?”
Jiang Shengyan replied, “But I want something more stimulating.”
When a bottom said this, what top could shy away? Zong Yuan’s heart trembled a little. “Alright, let’s use the stimulating one.”
He rubbed his face and got out of bed.
Jiang Shengyan looked at him, his eyes sparkling with desire. “I want a hug.”
Zong Yuan pinched him and lifted him up, teasing, “Do you remember how you acted when you first faced me?”
He was acting all tough.
Recently, Jiang Shengyan had grown thicker-skinned, automatically ignoring Zong Yuan’s words and turning into a sycophant. “Brother Yuan, you’re amazing! Absolutely incredible! The best man in the world!” Finally, he got to the point, “Can we do it more than once tonight?”
Zong Yuan, brushing his teeth, remained unfazed by the flattery. “We need to set some rules.”
“From Monday to Friday, once a night for two hours; on Saturday night, twice; and Sunday, a rest day,” Zong Yuan said seriously, “I’m worried you can’t handle it if we go too hard.”
“I can handle it!” Jiang Shengyan, concerned about his own interests, threw modesty to the wind. “I want it.”
“Be a little reserved.”
Chen Hongmei, who discovered something significant last night, actually slept in late today. Zong Xiaomo came to her room to wake her up, giggling, “Mom, it’s my turn to hurry you out of bed!”
Sunlight poured in through the doors and windows, bright and cheerful. Chen Hongmei exclaimed, “Wow, Mom actually woke up so late!”
Zong Xiaomo handed her shoes, “Mom, it’s okay. Brother and Shengyan are almost done cooking. I wanted to help Shengyan, but he wouldn’t let me. They both don’t seem very reliable.”
Chen Hongmei put on her shoes. “I’ll go take a look.”
Zong Yuan could start a fire, but he hadn’t cooked much. He thought he would be more reliable than Jiang Shengyan. As soon as he picked up the spatula, Jiang Shengyan pounded his chest and declared, “I got this! I can do it.”
Zong Yuan watched as Jiang Shengyan was about to pour oil into the pot while the water hadn’t even evaporated. He quickly snatched the oil container from him and set it on the floor, feeling a headache coming on. “You’re really something.”
Jiang Shengyan replied, “Isn’t it just throwing things in raw and taking them out once they’re cooked? Easy peasy.”
Of course, a big shot worth millions wouldn’t be able to cook a meal.
He bent down to grab the oil container but ended up straining his butt. “Ouch.” It was a mix of soreness, numbness, and pain—an indescribably wonderful sensation.
Zong Yuan saw him stop with his butt sticking out. “Did it hurt?”
“Yeah,” Jiang Shengyan replied. “My butt hurts so much, ahhh.”
He clearly hadn’t felt anything before.
“You pulled it when you bent down just now,” Zong Yuan said helplessly. “Come on, get up slowly.”
He held Jiang Shengyan’s waist, supporting him up at a slower pace. “We said last night that it was enough. You kept clinging to me.”
Jiang Shengyan’s face flushed. “Who pays attention to that when it feels so good?”
Taking advantage of the moment, Zong Yuan suggested, “How about we don’t do it tonight?”
“Then save tonight’s portion for tomorrow. Tomorrow will take four hours,” Jiang Shengyan replied.
Zong Yuan raised an eyebrow.
Aren’t you afraid of tearing something?
He patted his butt, speechless. “I believe in you, Boss Jiang. Do your best tonight. Try to finish in two hours. What should be done today must be done today; what can be done tomorrow can be done tomorrow.”
When Zong Xiaomo followed Chen Hongmei in, she saw her brother’s hand resting on a certain part of Jiang Shengyan.
She was startled. “Oh my god!” She reflexively looked at Chen Hongmei, anxiously waiting for her reaction.
She had always felt something was off before, but now it was as if everything made sense. Her brother and Jiang Shengyan—oh my god, what would Mom think? What should I do if she gets angry?
Zong Xiaomo was extremely nervous. “Mom, they might just be joking, hahaha. Don’t be nervous; it’s nothing, it’s nothing, hahaha.”
This kid had already reached out to intervene. Chen Hongmei glanced at her. “What about me that looks angry?”
Her expression was incredibly calm as if she hadn’t seen anything at all, as she walked over. “Get out of the way; the pot is going to burn. Go play elsewhere.”
When Jiang Shengyan saw Chen Hongmei, he was very enthusiastic, taking both her hands in his. “Auntie, please sit; I’ll handle it.”
Chen Hongmei patted his hand, realizing her son’s good friend was suddenly becoming her daughter-in-law. She sighed, “Go play over there; I’ll make something delicious.”
Zong Xiaomo watched this scene and couldn’t help but rub her eyes. “W-what’s going on?”
Brother and Boss Jiang in a relationship?
She felt a mix of acceptance and disbelief. She had sensed something was off for a while, but she hadn’t expected it to be this kind of off.
Zong Yuan joked, “From now on, I’m counting on you to bring home a husband.”
Zong Xiaomo swallowed nervously, glancing at Jiang Shengyan, who was chatting with Chen Hongmei. The person who usually acted indifferent in front of her was now wearing a warm smile. “I’ll do my best.”
What a heavy task!
Aunt Lin and Uncle Wang had already said everything they could, not even missing trivial matters. They were afraid that if they missed something small, it would lead to serious consequences.
The lawyer came by the next day, wearing a bitter smile. “Mr. Jiang, we’re really at a loss with Assistant Lin. Right now, the only people who can accuse him are Lin and Wang, but there’s not a single piece of physical evidence, and their contact information is vague. Assistant Lin could easily claim this is slander.”
The lawyer continued, “Have you dismissed him? Is he with the deputy general manager?”
“No,” Jiang Shengyan replied firmly. “The deputy general manager and I each handle our own area; we don’t interfere with each other. If he wants to see my documents, he can just ask to see them directly—there’s no need for sneaking around.”
He wasn’t concerned about this matter. “Let’s dismiss him first and then investigate slowly; this kind of thing happens all the time.”
By the way, about that video little brat.
Jiang Shengyan changed the subject. “Tell him to hand over the recording; I can let this slide. If he pretends to be clueless, then I’ll confront him.”
What did Assistant Lin capture on camera? The lawyer nodded seriously, “Yes.”
Turning around, he noticed Zong Yuan’s gloomy expression. Jiang Shengyan was serious. “We can let that little brat off, but we must get the video back.”
Zong Yuan smiled indulgently. “As long as you’re happy.”
Ah, ah, ah!
I love, love, love this feeling.
This feeling of being cherished.
Jiang Shengyan started to be dramatic again, “Do you like me or my money?”
Zong Yuan replied lazily, “If I sleep with you, I can make money.”
That restless heart of Jiang Shengyan’s felt like it was about to burn up. “Do you sleep comfortably with me?”
Zong Yuan ruffled his hair playfully and smiled, “Especially nice.”
Aside from feeling a bit eager, it was incredibly comfortable. Zong Yuan made a promise that would make any receiver blush and feel weak all over, “In this lifetime, I’ll only sleep with you.”
Life is long, but Jiang Shengyan felt like half of it had already passed, and he had wasted over twenty years. He felt genuinely distressed. “Just this lifetime.”
Zong Yuan paused for a moment, then slowly smiled. “If I can meet you in the next world, I will definitely still sleep with you.”
Jiang Shengyan found solace in this ephemeral notion and pretended to be generous. “I’m not asking for anything; it’s possible that I’ll get tired of you first.”
“Tired of me?” Zong Yuan gave him a meaningful look. “Then which man can satisfy you?”
Saying he was eager was no joke.
There are no fields ruined by farming; only cows that die from exhaustion.
Jiang Shengyan assessed the extent of the pain in his butt; it only hurt from that one incident earlier. Zong Yuan’s words excited him. “Why isn’t it night yet?”
Damn it.
The clueless president just got out of bed.
How terrifying.
Zong Yuan felt a tingle in his scalp as he approached Chen Hongmei. “Mom, do we still have lamb? Should I make some more chive and egg pancakes?”
Chen Hongmei was sweating from the heat and glanced curiously at the big sun in the sky. “What are you eating lamb for in the middle of summer? Aren’t you afraid of getting overheated?”
Damn, I’m just afraid that any heat will be absorbed by Jiang Shengyan.
Two hours a night isn’t a problem, but I worry that if those two hours aren’t satisfying enough, he’ll be looking at me with those expectant eyes, saying he wants more. A man shouldn’t back down at such times.
Jiang Shengyan pulled out his phone and started searching. “Various positions… tsk, tsk, tsk, I can do this one, I can do that one, this one seems like it would feel really nice.”
There were so many he wanted to try, but there was no rush; he could have one of each.
Hehehe.
Zong Xiaomo felt a bit regretful. “Shengyan, how many people must be crying for you and my brother to be together?”
Jiang Shengyan replied, “I don’t care.”
Zong Xiaomo pressed on, “What if there are still people in your family? What if they don’t agree?”
Jiang Shengyan shook his head. “There’s no one.”
Zong Xiaomo was left speechless.
See, in front of her, he had this attitude, but in front of her brother, he completely transformed into a different person—what a difference in treatment!
Jiang Shengyan looked at her with disdain and tossed her a wad of cash. “Can you go get some beauty treatments or buy some clothes? Stop hovering around Zong Yuan all the time; it’s annoying.”
Zong Xiaomo was touched. “Thank you, Shengyan.”
Thank you, big sister-in-law.
Such a good person, though so contradictory!
