Let you be a great man, not a scumbag

As Jiang Cheng drew closer, Qiu Yihe's face flushed bright red.

She bit her lower lip tightly, her fingertips turning white, and tilted her head back, trying to create distance between herself and Jiang Cheng.

Unfortunately, she was sitting in a rocking chair.

With that reclining posture, it actually looks like he's lying down on his own.

Seeing this, Jiang Cheng braced himself on the armrests of the rocking chair, his body following the curve of her lying down: "Oh, looks like you're ready?"

Under Jiang Cheng's suppression, Qiu Yihe, though embarrassed and agitated, did not resist.

Based on her previous two encounters with Jiang Cheng, she knew that Jiang Cheng wasn't the type to force others.

If he wanted to force it, the two of them would have already had sex back in Chengdu.

Not to mention what happened in the sushi restaurant restroom before.

So if I disagree today, Jiang Cheng definitely won't do anything to me.

With that thought in mind, Qiu Yihe managed to calm herself down.

After holding it in for a long time, she finally managed to squeeze out a sentence with a hint of reproach: "You did it on purpose."

Seeing that she had calmed down, Jiang Cheng lost the desire to tease her.

After straightening up, he sat down in the seat next to him.

He poured himself another cup of tea: "What did I do on purpose?"

"You lured me here on purpose so you could hide here and mess with me!"

The words were too blunt.

In his excitement, Jiang Cheng couldn't help but spray the tea he was drinking directly onto Qiu Yihe's face.

"You're insulting me?"

Seeing that Qiu Yihe was somewhat agitated, he wiped his face with his hand.

In a moment of panic, Jiang Cheng, feeling somewhat embarrassed, grabbed the tablecloth from the table and roughly wiped her face.

After casually taking the towel from Jiang Cheng and wiping her face a couple of times, Qiu Yihe instantly became angry again: "You used a rag to wipe my face?"

呃 ..

Jiang Cheng swore he didn't do it on purpose, even though he'd done it many times before, spraying girls in the face.

However, compared to Mengniu milk, spraying tea is not very hygienic.

So in his desperation, he...

"Uh, that's not the point, but I need to correct your thinking. What I want now is the bounty I deserve. How come it sounds like I'm lying to you when you say it? I'm doing this for your own good. The most important thing for a person is to keep their word."

These words immediately reminded Qiu Yihe of what Jiang Cheng had just said about animals.

"Can the naughty ones stay here?"

Yes, she was indeed thinking of denying it just now.

Jiang Cheng, given his personality, definitely wouldn't hold it against her.

However, if she wanted to ask Jiang Cheng for help again next time, based on her understanding of him, he definitely wouldn't help her.

Qiu Yihe bit her lower lip hard again, a hint of struggle flashing in her eyes.

But Qiu Li's image always lingered in my mind.

With her current strength, she definitely can't stop Qiu Li.

If she were to actually make this project a success, what would be the value of her, her teammates, and the countless colleagues who sacrificed themselves because of this?

She absolutely would not allow this to happen.

After calming herself down, she looked up at Jiang Cheng, her tone carrying a hint of negotiation.

"If... I were to add one more condition..."

"And now you want to add conditions? Are you...?"

Seeing Jiang Cheng raise an eyebrow, Qiu Yihe immediately interrupted her and continued, "Actually, it's not a difficult thing for you. Could you help me investigate Qiu Li's matter?"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Cheng put down his teacup and looked at her with a half-smile.

A deeper meaning lingered in his eyes: "Well, that's a different condition."

Seeing that she couldn't reason with him, Qiu Yihe immediately pouted.

He replied defiantly, "You stingy little thing, it's a deal, it's just that I'll help you whenever you have the ball, it's not some kind of repayment. You need to understand the difference between the first and second parts."

After saying that, she was surprisingly straightforward this time.

Before Jiang Cheng could even make a move, she took the initiative and started unbuttoning her clothes one by one.

Qiu Yihe seemed to have mustered all her courage, her neck taut, and she gritted her teeth to emphasize, "It's settled then, it's just about granting requests, not about repaying anything, do you understand?"

Seeing that Qiu Yihe was letting him do whatever he wanted, Jiang Cheng didn't bother with any pretense of politeness.

This is not the first time this has happened.

Moreover, Jiang Cheng is very patient, and he's not some naive young man who hasn't seen much of the world.

Sometimes, when playing ball, you don't necessarily have to aim for the basket precisely.

It's also important that you enjoy the process and have fun, isn't it?

Qiu Yihe's fingertips were still trembling, and she was unbuttoning her clothes faster and faster.

However, the faster you try, the less likely you are to solve it.

What should have been an ambiguous and seductive scene was instead transformed by her into something charmingly naive.

Jiang Cheng didn't rush to make a move. He just looked down at her, his gaze falling on her pale fingertips, and his Adam's apple bobbed slightly.

"Your professional skills are lacking," he said, reaching out and gently hooking his fingertips around the last unbuttoned button.

Qiu Yihe was so aroused by his words that she froze.

She glared at him, her face instantly turning even redder: "Stop talking nonsense, it's a deal... just once."

Jiang Cheng chuckled softly, leaning closer to her, his warm breath brushing against her earlobe: "You said the same thing last time at the sushi restaurant..."

As he got this close, Qiu Yihe shivered.

The rocking chair sways gently with its structure.

Bamboo shadows fell on the two of them through the one-way glass, flickering and creating an ambiguous atmosphere.

Qiu Yihe was speechless at his question and turned her head away to bite her lip.

He stubbornly began to speak: "You..."

Before she could refute him, Jiang Cheng grabbed her wrist.

The warmth of the charcoal stove mingled with the aroma of tea, and Jiang Cheng's hand rested on her lower back, the pressure neither too light nor too heavy, conveying a sense of control that left her no room to break free.

"Don't move," Wan said, his voice deep and heavy, like it was soaked with wine, as he watched her lower her head and his nose brush against the top of her hair. "Be good, you've unbuttoned quite a few buttons, now it's time to help me..."

Qiu Yihe's heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to explode, but her body was so weak that she could only let him hold her.

She could see the scene of the wind blowing through the bamboo forest outside.

You can see Chen Ping and the others standing under the shade of a tree not far away, talking in hushed tones, but they don't look at the sunroom at all.

This secret, unnoticed intimacy felt like a feather gently tickling her heart.

Shame and excitement intertwined, making it hard for her to breathe...

More than an hour later, Jiang Cheng heard a "ding" in his mind.

"Descendant Devouring Card successfully used!"

"Ding! The system is performing a series of complex calculations based on shipment and intake!"

"Ding! Congratulations, host, you have received 1.9 billion in cash!"

"This cash reward will be provided by the US stock market, and the entire process is legal and compliant, so please rest assured, host."

Hearing this prompt, Jiang Cheng instantly felt a surge of satisfaction once again.

Jiang Cheng was thoroughly enjoying himself, but Qiu Yihe's expression was quite the opposite.

She glanced at the spots on her chest, glared at Jiang Cheng, and then quickly straightened her clothes.

She frantically grabbed a few tissues, covered her mouth tightly, her fingertips trembling, and quickly smoothed out the wrinkles on her shirt.

She straightened her disheveled collar, not daring to look at Jiang Cheng again.

He hurriedly pushed open the sunroom door and rushed out, his steps so fast it was as if he were fleeing.

Seeing Qiu Yihe run forward as soon as she came out, Chen Ping, who was standing by, was completely bewildered.

He extended his hand and said, "Miss Qiu, are you leaving? I've arranged for someone to see you off."

"No...no need..."

After Qiu Yihe finished speaking, she rushed forward with unsteady steps.

This was incredibly embarrassing; she didn't want to see Chen Ping and the others at all.

Although the people outside couldn't see what was happening inside the sunroom, she could clearly see what was happening outside from inside.

Especially when he couldn't beat Jiang Cheng and saw him firmly holding his head down and slapping him.

Perhaps feeling that her initial service hadn't satisfied him, Jiang Cheng later sought to humiliate her.

They even pressed her face against the glass.

At that time, she could not only see the scenery outside the sunroom, but also Chen Ping and others.

So how are you showing her how to face them now?

Even after running across the neatly trimmed lawn, the heat in Qiu Yihe's ears lingered.

The images that were inside are still uncontrollably flooding out.

A dizzying, spinning sensation, along with an indescribable emotion, welled up inside me.

They should have been filled with shame and indignation.

But the lingering warmth on my fingertips, the breath that Jiang Cheng had just brushed past my ear when he chuckled.

There's also that sense of secrecy, where "he knows it, I know it, but others are completely unaware."

It gave her a strange, absurd thrill.

Shame and that inexplicable fluttering in her chest tore at her, making her breathing erratic.

He could only cover his mouth even more tightly and quicken his pace towards the gate...

"You're crazy." Qiu Yihe shook her head violently, her hair sticking messily to her forehead. She raised her hand to press her burning cheeks, but her steps didn't stop. "Qiu Yihe, you're crazy, you're so lewd... ah..."

It was as if something was chasing her from behind.

Unlike Qiu Yihe's panic, Jiang Cheng slowly walked out of the sunroom two minutes later.

He straightened up, his expression calm, as if nothing had just happened.

Upon seeing Jiang Cheng emerge, Chen Ping hurriedly went to greet him, asking with a puzzled expression, "Young Master Jiang, what's wrong with Miss Qiu? Why is she covering her mouth and running so fast?"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Cheng raised his hand and brushed off the bamboo leaf fragments clinging to his clothes, a faint smile playing on his lips.

"Maybe the tea here is just too awful..."

"Ah..." Chen Ping paused for a few seconds before saying, "But this tea is the first harvest of this year's pre-Qingming Longjing tea, a rare item that is priceless. Logically speaking, it should have the best flavor."

After saying that, Chen Ping scratched his head and muttered something honestly, then added in a simple and honest voice, "That might not suit Miss Qiu's taste. Next time she comes, I'll have the kitchen prepare some different teas."

Jiang Cheng chuckled softly, raised his hand and patted Chen Ping's shoulder, his eyes filled with a hint of teasing: "Chen Ping, do you have a girlfriend?"

Chen Ping was startled, his cheeks instantly turning bright red.

Not knowing where to put it, he stammered, "No...no, Young Master Jiang."

Have you ever had a girlfriend?

"This...isn't there either..."

"Tsk tsk tsk." Jiang Cheng dragged out the words, his smile widening. He patted him on the back and said meaningfully, "You should be dating at your age... Otherwise, you'll blush and your heart will race when you see a girl, and you won't even understand why she's running away."

Chen Ping's face flushed instantly, reddening from his cheeks to his ears. He didn't know where to put his hands and stammered, "I...I'm not...Young Master Jiang, I..."

The more anxious he became, the less he could explain, and his neck turned red from holding it in.

Jiang Cheng chuckled as he looked at him, patted him on the back, and finally stopped teasing him. His expression turned serious: "Alright, I won't tease you anymore. There's something I need you to do."