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

On Sunday afternoon, Jiang Qingyan sent Fu Miaoxi and Jiang Wanyi back to school. Before leaving, he reminded Fu Miaoxi to eat well and not to forget his previous request.

In addition, Jiang Qingyan also emphasized that if you are bullied, you must tell him, no matter how big or small the matter is.

The lesson from the past was still fresh in his mind, and Fu Miaoxi agreed immediately.

School life always passes by in a hurry without us noticing.

Four roommates with similar interests would go out early and come back late together, work on pictures together, study together, line up at the most popular window in the cafeteria together, and go to the campus supermarket to buy the first batch of tea eggs baked every day.

"Uncle, I won't be going home this week. Zhizhi has her birthday this week, and we've made plans to go shopping the day after tomorrow and go to the movies tonight."

"Zhizhi? Your roommate, Feng Zhi?"

It was ten o'clock in the evening, and Jiang Qingyan was still working overtime at the company. Christmas was next week, and many overseas projects needed to enter a new stage, so he was quite busy recently.

"Uh-huh."

Fu Miaoxi and Jiang Qingyan became more and more familiar with each other. Of course, she was the only one who became less and less afraid of Jiang Qingyan.

In the past few weeks, every Friday, Fu Miaoxi would return to the mansion obediently.

She thought that Jiang Qingyan couldn't just use the same trick every day and force her to sleep with him, right?

As a result, Jiang Qingyan came up with a new and even more shameless trick.

He had a desk set up for her in his study.

So no matter how late Jiang Qingyan stayed up every day, Fu Miaoxi had to stay up that late with him.

Jiang Qingyan is energetic, but Fu Miaoxi is not.

When she had nothing to do at night, she could only lie on the desk and read, and then she fell asleep while reading.

When she woke up the next morning, Fu Miaoxi found herself in Jiang Qingyan's bed.

After a while, one day when Fu Miaoxi was extremely sleepy but really didn't want to fall asleep on the table, she tentatively asked Jiang Qingyan if she could go to his bed to sleep first?

Jiang Qingyan smiled like a cat that had stolen something fishy. He watched Fu Miaoxi climb onto the bed obediently, tucked the quilt in for her, and then went back to work.

Fu Miaoxi is very satisfied with her role as a human-shaped heater and says she has adapted well to it.

"Okay, go ahead." Jiang Qingyan agreed immediately. He wouldn't object to Fu Miaoxi engaging in normal social activities. On the contrary, he supported Fu Miaoxi going out with girls of the same age.

He didn't have that much time to accompany Fu Miaoxi around, and he couldn't just keep the kitten by his side and leave her alone.

"But even if you're going out to play, you still have to tell me where you're going and what you're eating. If it's too late, I can arrange for a driver to pick you up."

Fu Miaoxi nodded, then remembered that Jiang Qingyan couldn't see, and nodded again.

She stood on the balcony, her fingers unconsciously picking at the tile in front of her. Fortunately, the X University dormitory building was not a shoddy construction. This brick had been worn by her for almost a month, and it was still so solid.

"Uncle, are you still working overtime?"

"exist."

"Then you should go back and rest early, don't overwork yourself."

"I know."

Every time when chatting with Fu Miaoxi on the phone or WeChat about daily matters, Jiang Qingyan was very frugal with his words.

It was not at all like when he was facing her. Even if Jiang Qingyan didn't say a word, he would still cast his eyes on her. He was usually calm, but when he looked at Fu Miaoxi, he was always filled with tender emotions.

"Then..." Fu Miaoxi's throat was a little dry, and she didn't know what to say: "Then you go ahead and do your work first, uncle?"

"Wait a minute." Jiang Qingyan finished signing a document, relaxed his mind, and leaned back in his chair: "Christmas is next week, do you want a gift?"

"Ah," Fu Miaoxi stuck out her tongue: "Uncle, I didn't celebrate Christmas before."

"Then I'll arrange it." Jiang Qingyan didn't make it difficult for her: "I'll pick you up from school next Friday."

"Thank you, uncle."

"Fu Miaomiao, it's been two weeks since we last met." Jiang Qingyan rubbed his brows and said, "Think carefully about what Christmas gift to give me."

"But I don't want to spend any money."

For him, money is easy to get, but Fu Miaoxi's true love is hard to come by.

This suddenly reminded Fu Miaoxi of what she had said to Jiang Qingyan before. When she was in high school, she was ridiculed by the crowd for her thoughtful gift-giving. Many people thought she was a sparrow trying to climb up the social ladder.

After that, Fu Miaoxi never prepared gifts for anyone except a few close friends from high school. As for making gifts herself, it was only once that she was ridiculed.

Wisdom is easily hurt. Fu Miaoxi has paid the price of a bloody head, so she will not foolishly bang her head against the wall again.

But this time was different. Fu Miaoxi was suddenly willing to believe that Jiang Qingyan would not let her down.

In order to make a suitable gift for Jiang Qingyan, Fu Miaoxi specially attended an elective class on Friday night.

The teacher of this course is an old man with a white beard and a bit of an immortal look.

As an expert in the field of calligraphy and painting, the old man was hired as a lecturer by X University on a long-term basis, and he taught three elective courses in the school: Chinese painting, calligraphy, and seal carving.

The course that Fu Miaoxi took was seal carving.

After class, while the teaching assistant was tidying up the computer courseware, Fu Miaoxi approached the teacher and politely greeted him, "Hello, Teacher Tong!"

The old man lowered his glasses and looked at her for a long moment. "Hey, little friend, why are you here to take my seal carving class again? Didn't I tell you that if you're interested, you can take my Chinese painting class?"

Fu Miaoxi quickly explained: "Teacher, it's not that I don't want to choose, it's really because my major courses conflict. So, when I'm a senior and I don't have major courses, I will definitely choose it."

"Then why don't you take the seal carving class..." Tong was also confused for a moment: "If I remember correctly, I gave you a score of 98 for seal carving, right?"

"Teacher, I am very grateful for your recognition of me. I came to you this time not for grades. I want to give a seal carved by myself to an elder of mine, but I don't know where to choose the right stone for it. I would like to ask for your advice."

Tong is also very happy to help his classmates answer their questions, not to mention that Fu Miaoxi is a junior whom he admires very much.

"What kind of stone are you going to choose for your elder?"

Fu Miaoxi was well prepared. She took off the anklet Jiang Qingyan had given her in advance and asked, "Take a look. Is there anything similar in material?"

Tong Ye took it with both hands, held it up to the light and looked at it for a while: "It seems to me that this is mutton-fat jade."

"Oh, my friend, such a small piece costs a lot of money, not to mention it's for engraving a seal."

Tong also shook his head: "This is not something a student like you can afford, and you have to use it as a gift."

"However," Tong also patted his bald head, "I've been working on a jade carving lately. I do have a piece of leftover material, but it's only about the thickness of two thumbs, so it's quite difficult to carve."

"If you like it, my friend, I'll bring it to you on Monday."

"But there are conditions."

Fu Miaoxi nodded: "Teacher, you say."

"When you take my class in your senior year, you have to be my teaching assistant." Tong Ye smiled slyly, "The cost of this stone will be deducted from your teaching assistant salary."

"No problem!" Fu Miaoxi was very grateful and bowed solemnly to the teacher: "Thank you for your generous donation."