Desire possesses, unable to escape from the palm of my roommate's uncle

Fu Miaoxi felt like she was in trouble.

The front of Jiang Qingyan's clothes was mostly wet, and there were some water droplets on his forehead. He turned from an abstinent handsome man into a wet temptation.

Fu Miaomiao buried herself in the water and apologized weakly: "I'm sorry, uncle."

Jiang Qingyan wiped his face, and smiled with a rare uninhibited smile: "You don't invite me to take a bath now? I happen to be soaked, so why don't I just come down to accompany you?"

Fu Miaoxi didn't dare to respond. She stared at him with her big watery eyes, as if to say that she really knew she was wrong.

Jiang Qingyan felt that he couldn't tease her anymore. What if he really couldn't control himself and something happened here?

"Don't soak for too long. After a while, get up and play with Jiang Wanyi and the others."

"Okay, I understand."

After dinner, Jiang Wanyi saw a few girls playing water polo together. She thought it was interesting and wanted to try it too.

But Fu Miaoxi couldn't swim, and was afraid that going there would spoil Jiang Wanyi's mood, so she said that she was a little tired and wanted to soak in the hot spring first.

Fu Miaoxi stood up from the pool only when she felt that all the pores on her body had opened up and she even felt a little drowsy.

After taking a shower and drying her hair, Fu Miaoxi changed back into her casual clothes and went out.

From her position, the villa was brightly lit, and from time to time people passed by in groups of three or four.

Fu Miaoxi identified the direction and went to look for Jiang Wanyi.

When I walked to the central open-air swimming pool from a distance, I saw Jiang Wanyi discussing something with someone, and he seemed a little excited.

"Late!"

Fu Miaoxi ran over happily, and when she looked closely, she found that the person chatting with her was Shen Qihuai.

At this time, both of them looked a little ugly.

"Ms. Shen, you are here too." Fu Miaoxi greeted her.

Shen Qihuai pulled the corners of her mouth. The beautiful actress known for her sweet smile now looked terrified, and it seemed difficult for her to even move the corners of her mouth: "Miaoxi, good evening."

"What happened?"

Jiang Wanyi was about to speak but stopped, then hesitated again: "Xixi, let me ask you..."

Fu Miaoxi blinked: "Ask whatever you want."

"If, I mean if... someone competes with you for something and accidentally gets into some big trouble, and you... you might be the only one who can save her from serious consequences, will you help her?"

Fu Miaoxi was completely bewildered and couldn't put herself in the situation at all. She smiled and said, "Wanyi, just tell me what happened directly."

Shen Qihuai also nodded: "Just tell her directly, if there is no decision, it will be too late."

Jiang Wanyi stammered and told Fu Miaoxi that someone had just sent a woman to Jiang Qingyan, and she was chosen based on her personality and appearance.

"That girl is a beauty from a nearby top-tier university. Her family is a bit financially strapped, and she usually works part-time to support herself. This time, she heard she wanted to show off in front of her uncle, so she came here without hesitation."

"Actually, I think this kind of girl doesn't take care of herself and insists on using some unorthodox methods to climb up the ladder. She deserves a lesson."

"But my uncle was extremely furious this time. Even Uncle Ming and Uncle Pei couldn't calm him down."

Fu Miaoxi understood most of it after hearing this: "What did my uncle do to that girl?"

"She..." Jiang Wanyi was a little embarrassed to speak, and looked at Shen Qihuai for help.

"That girl, wearing a swimsuit, asked Mr. Jiang to take a hot spring bath. Mr. Jiang had her pushed down on the empty space over by the booth and made her kneel."

Shen Qihuai hadn't said anything else. She was worried that Jiang Qingyan didn't want Fu Miaoxi to hear such words. If she said it out loud, she would be walking into trouble.

Jiang Qingyan knew what the girl was thinking as soon as he heard it. When he had her pinned to the ground, he also said that if anyone liked this girl, he could take her away directly, but he would have to sleep with her for one night and then kneel here again.

This is to completely destroy this girl, and he doesn't even bother to dirty his hands.

Jiang Wanyi thought for a long time, feeling very annoyed. "Xixi, if you ask me, let's just ignore it. After all, that woman must have known in advance what would happen if she failed."

Shen Qihuai was too embarrassed to object. After all, this girl was directly trying to threaten Fu Miaoxi's interests.

Fu Miaoxi opened her mouth, she didn't know what to do.

"To be honest, I... I don't know how to face such a stranger."

Fu Miaoxi was really conflicted. If she was asked to watch someone die without helping, she would feel guilty; if she was asked to beg Jiang Qingyan for this girl, she would feel even more uncomfortable.

"Why don't we go find my uncle first?" Fu Miaoxi thought about it and decided to go check on the situation first: "It's getting late. I always have to talk to my uncle before going to bed."

Shen Qihuai also nodded: "Let's not talk about what to do with that girl for now. President Jiang is very angry right now. Only seeing you can probably help him relax."

Fu Miaoxi and Jiang Wanyi followed Shen Qihuai to the entertainment center. Looking down from the winding Chinese-style corridor, they could clearly see a girl kneeling in the courtyard.

It was too dark at night, and she couldn't see how much the girl looked like herself, nor did she have the energy to find out.

When we entered the entertainment center, we were shocked by the solemn environment inside.

Every few meters in the hall and corridor, there was a bodyguard in black, which frightened passers-by so much that they didn't dare to talk loudly.

Shen Qihuai took Fu Miaoxi and Jiang Wanyi to the outside of the billiard hall, and saw Li Zhen and Chen Jue sitting on the sofa outside the hall, handling things.

"Ms. Fu." Li Zhen was the first to see the newcomer: "Why are you here?"

Chen Jue also raised his head and nodded.

As they walked, the wind cooled Fu Miaoxi's body, which had just been warmed up. She smiled politely and said, "I... I'm here to look for my uncle."

Li Zhen and Chen Jue looked at each other: "Ms. Fu, do you know what just happened?"

Fu Miaoxi nodded.

"Please don't plead for that girl later. Mr. Jiang might throw her out in a rage."

Fu Miaoxi nodded again: "I know my limits, it's just too late, I'm going to sleep, come and tell my uncle."

Li Zhen walked forward to open the door and made a gesture of invitation to Fu Miaoxi.

The billiard hall was filled with a faint smell of cigarettes, which was not pungent. Fu Miaoxi usually worked in a much worse environment than here, so she did not feel uncomfortable.

After turning a corner, Fu Miaoxi saw Jiang Qingyan.

There were more than a dozen men and women in the billiard hall, all about the same age as Jiang Qingyan.

Pei Yunjing, Ming Tongchen and a few others were competing on the table with pool cues, while Jiang Qingyan was sitting alone on the sofa at the end.

He changed out of the clothes that had been wetted by Fu Miaoxi in the hot spring and wore a dark black shirt with his sleeves half rolled up, and a gray vest over it.

What surprised Fu Miaoxi was that Jiang Qingyan was wearing a rare pair of rose gold-framed thin-rimmed glasses on his nose, which made him look more like a gentleman.

A nearly burnt cigarette was pinched between his fingers, and the ashes fell.

When they saw Fu Miaoxi come in, everyone in the billiard hall fell silent for a moment, and everyone raised a very kind smile and nodded to greet her.

"Miss Fu." Pei Yunjing spoke first: "Long time no see."

Fu Miaoxi also nodded: "Hello, Doctor Pei."

Jiang Qingyan naturally saw the person coming. He extinguished his cigarette and waved to Fu Miaoxi: "Fu Miaomiao, come here."

Realizing that Jiang Qingyan seemed to be in a really bad mood, Fu Miaoxi didn't dare to delay and hurried over.

Jiang Qingyan stood up, let Fu Miaoxi sit in his previous seat, and stood aside to chat with Fu Miaoxi.

"Why did you come to me?"

Fu Miaoxi craned her neck to look at him: "It's too late, I'm a little sleepy, I want to go to bed."

Jiang Qingyan reached out and scratched her face, frowning: "Why is it so cold? Didn't you just finish taking a hot spring bath?"

Fu Miaoxi pursed her lips and said, "The wind in the villa is a bit strong."

"Okay, then go to bed early to avoid catching a cold." Jiang Qingyan touched Fu Miaoxi's head: "Do you want to sleep alone tonight? Or do you want to sleep with Jiang Wanyi, or with me?"

Fu Miaoxi blushed when she heard the last option: "Wanyi has a video call with her boyfriend tonight, so it might not be convenient for me to stay with her. Can I sleep alone?"

Jiang Qingyan chuckled softly, "Are you still shy?"

Fu Miaoxi glared at him angrily: "Then...what else?"

Jiang Qingyan withdrew his hand, and his tone suddenly became a little cold: "Is someone gossiping in front of you?"

Fu Miaoxi couldn't decide whether to shake her head or nod.

"Did you see the girl kneeling outside?"

Fu Miaoxi lowered her brows and nodded.

Jiang Qingyan smiled and said, "So you really won't sleep with me tonight? I'm afraid someone will stuff weird things into my bed again."

Fu Miaoxi raised her head again and wanted to ask him, if they slept together, wouldn't anyone have any ideas about him?

What kind of person is Jiang Qingyan?

He is wealthy, handsome, young and promising. There is no one in the whole J city who can match him. Naturally, he is the dream lover of countless young girls.

But seeing that Jiang Qingyan was in a bad mood today, Fu Miaoxi couldn't bear to argue with him anymore.

"Uncle, are you in a bad mood?"

Jiang Qingyan glanced at her and asked, "Did you see that?"

Fu Miaoxi nodded: "Your aura is very solemn."

“There are too many people who don’t know what’s good for them.”

Jiang Qingyan straightened Fu Miaoxi's messy hair and asked, "Did it scare you?"

He was really angry today. He was angry that someone always bullied Fu Miaomiao and even wanted to use him to plot against her.

Fu Miaoxi shook her head: "Uncle, if you are unhappy, how about we go out for a walk? Going out for a walk will make you feel better."

"You're so cold, why do you still want to go out for a walk?" Jiang Qingyan rejected Fu Miaoxi's suggestion.

But he really wanted to be alone with Fu Miaoxi for a while. Seeing her could calm his mind.

"You brought your sketchbook, didn't you?"

Fu Miaoxi nodded. With her major, she could be considered half an art student.

"The landscape design of the small bridge and flowing water in the yard where I live lights up at night, which gives it a completely different feel than during the day. Do you want to go and see it?"

Fu Miaoxi tilted her head and thought, this is such a lame excuse, it's not as good as my cat's ability to do somersaults.

But she still nodded and smiled brightly: "Okay."

Jiang Qingyan took Fu Miaoxi's hand and clenched it in his palm, then walked out. As he passed by Li Zhen, he glanced at him and ordered, "Throw the woman outside to whoever brought her here."

Li Zhen glanced at Fu Miaoxi, then at Jiang Qingyan, who was obviously no longer as angry, and nodded repeatedly.

Jiang Qingyan squeezed Fu Miaoxi's hand, and while leading her to her residence, he comforted her: "I won't deal with this person personally. Others will know what to do. Fu Miaomiao, don't take it to heart."

She was not an important person, and even the person who tried to send her here was not an important person.

Whether they are alive or dead is not as important as you, so don't worry about such trivial matters.

Even before he said it out loud, Fu Miaoxi already understood most of the hidden meaning.

"Uncle," Fu Miaoxi shook the hand he was holding and said sincerely, "They are coming for you. You should handle this matter from your own perspective."

"My own perspective?" Jiang Qingyan looked at Fu Miaoxi: "You don't believe me?"

Fu Miaoxi was puzzled: "I trust you, uncle, really."

Jiang Qingyan chuckled softly: "Then from my perspective on this matter, you are my bottom line."

"I promised you that I would bless you and protect you. Have you forgotten?"

Fu Miaoxi suddenly looked up. The night wind was noisy, but Jiang Qingyan's words reached her ears so clearly and powerfully.

The light from the street lamp flickered, stretching the shadows of the two people very long, but unable to separate their figures leaning against each other.

"They don't know what's good for them. They're trying to pass themselves off as the real thing. This is tantamount to forcing me to break my oath. How can I tolerate them?"

The two returned to the courtyard where Jiang Qingyan lived, and indeed, lights were on everywhere. Although the scenery was acceptable, it was indeed much inferior to that during the day.

Fu Miaoxi slowly took out her sketchbook, somewhat reluctant to start writing.

Jiang Qingyan gave her the desk in front of the window and sat at the low table next to it, reading something on his tablet.

"Don't want to paint? If not, forget it. Why don't you watch TV for a while?"

Jiang Qingyan watched Fu Miaoxi twirling her pen for a long time, with no intention of taking action. It was originally just an excuse to trick her back. Now that she was here, what she did was not important.

Fu Miaoxi tilted her head to look at him, and immediately had an idea. She leaned slightly to the side and said, "I want to draw it."

There was silence between the two of them, and the only sound they could hear was the rustling of the bamboo forest outside being swept by the wind.

Such a peaceful atmosphere can cleanse people's worries and fatigue of the day.

Fu Miaoxi concentrated on painting and gradually forgot the scene in the evening.

When she finished painting, she looked at the drawing on the paper without a single bamboo leaf or a gurgling stream, and suddenly felt a little guilty. She covered it up secretly, not wanting Jiang Qingyan to see it.

But although Jiang Qingyan was looking at the tablet seriously, he could see all her little movements.

"Did you finish the painting?"

Fu Miaoxi nodded, closed the notebook, and tried to change the subject: "Uncle, which room should I sleep in tonight?"

"Bring it here so I can see it. The painting will determine where you sleep tonight."

Fu Miaoxi felt a little regretful and tapped the floor with her foot: "Can you please not look at it?"

Jiang Qingyan put the tablet on the table and asked, "What's that? It's so shameful."

He walked behind Fu Miaoxi and turned her towards his sketchbook: "Open it."

Fu Miaoxi reluctantly turned to the page she had just drawn.