sovbooks Chapter 16 Pets
Chapter 16 Pets
What was that man doing in the bathroom just now? What filthy thing was he doing?
Lin Zheng was lying diagonally in the bathroom. Although he was unconscious, his body seemed to be in a somewhat... indescribable state.
It's okay if it dirtys her eyes, but it's not okay if it dirtys President Jiang's eyes.
She tore off a bath towel to cover his body.
First, they investigated whether his breathing was stable, a symptom of coma.
Then he cleanly and efficiently wiped the water off his body.
Washing the body is the same as cleaning the bloodstains on a corpse, so she did it quickly and then helped Lin Zheng up and put a bathrobe on him.
But as she put on her pants, Shen hope gritted her teeth slightly, pointing to a certain spot: "Ugly."
Even though the person she was scolding couldn't speak properly, interestingly, after she said those words, the other person seemed somewhat disappointed.
What makes it ugly, please tell me?
Shen hope successfully changed his clothes and put him on the bed.
Only then did he go to report to Jiang Huaimeng.
Before long, the sound of the wheelchair rolling was particularly clear in the quiet corridor. Shen hope opened the door and pushed Jiang Huaimeng to the bedside.
The young lady of the Jiang Group looked at her fiancé lying on the bed in a bathrobe and asked in confusion, "What was he doing when you came in?"
Shen hope wouldn't lie to Jiang Huaimeng, but that didn't mean she would say anything unpleasant. Just as she had just thought, she wouldn't offend the other person's eyes or ears.
"When I came in, he was lying on the floor wrapped in a bath towel. He must have just come out of the shower, so I carried him to the bed."
Jiang Huaimeng noticed the injury on Lin Zheng's hand and lost the desire to ask any further questions.
"Okay, you can go now. I'll stay in my room for a while."
Shen hope asked in surprise, "President Jiang, don't you need me to stay inside with you?"
Jiang Huaimeng didn't look at her: "What are you doing here? Even if he were awake now, he wouldn't be in any danger to me, let alone if he were unconscious."
Shen hope knew that this person posed no threat to President Jiang.
Even so... for some reason, Shen hope always felt that President Jiang shouldn't be so close to this man.
There's no benefit to it...
"Yes, then I'll wait for you outside."
He left the room alone.
Jiang Huaimeng used the handrail to control the wheelchair and came to Lin Zheng's front.
Her cool gaze first fell on the peaceful, sleeping face, which Shen hope had made look like a mummy.
She placed her hands on her lower abdomen, crossed them, and lay motionless on the blanket with her legs together.
Even so, she looks much better asleep than when she was tied up that day.
"I didn't get a good look at you that day. I asked someone for a few pictures of you these past two days, but they still don't seem clear. It's true that what you can see with your own eyes is the clearest. You're quite handsome."
Her gaze shifted down to Lin Zheng's injured hand, where several bandages were visible.
There are also some abrasions on the back of my hand.
Jiang Huaimeng took his hand with a pained expression: "How did you get it like this? You couldn't even beat such a small group of people? And who put this up? It's crooked and twisted, they didn't care at all."
She pulled a box of ointment from her bosom, muttering to herself. The quality was, of course, different from Xia Ying's simple band-aids.
Jiang Huaimeng slowly peeled off the band-aid on her arm, along with the scab that had formed, and the wound, which had been fine, started bleeding again.
Jiang Huaimeng had anticipated this: "I told you it wasn't applied properly and it's still bleeding."
She pulled out two pieces of toilet paper to wipe away the surrounding bloodstains, and asked Lin Zheng, who couldn't lie:
"Does it hurt?"
He twisted open the ointment: "Since you're not saying anything, it seems you're not in pain."
He dipped his ring finger in some ointment and then gently rubbed it onto Lin Zheng's wound until the entire wound was covered.
There was still a little bit above her arm, which Jiang Huaimeng also carefully fixed with her fingers.
However, while applying the medicine, she grabbed Lin Zheng's arm and was surprised to find that the man was quite muscular.
He clearly exercises regularly.
You can feel the raised muscles when you touch them gently, but they are not as blatant as Xia Yi's large size.
Jiang Huaimeng followed the muscles on his arm to his bathrobe, and decisively reached out to unbutton it one by one.
His clothes were open, revealing Lin Zheng's muscular physique.
Jiang Huaimeng admired it for a while and then touched his chest from his abs with his hand.
The real, warm touch brought a slight blush to her face. It wasn't shyness, but rather a sense of security and excitement that arose from holding something she loved in her hands.
"Rumor has it that the young master of the Lin family spends his days indulging in debauchery and leading a dissolute life. I knew that couldn't be true. Would a person who indulges in lust be like this? You must be hiding something from me, right? Those so-called ex-girlfriends were all fake, weren't they?"
Jiang Huaimeng looked at him again as he slept soundly, her hand stroking his hair as if petting a beloved puppy:
"My fiancé is so sweet, sleeping so soundly. Have you been fantasizing about me touching you like this for a long time? You've liked me since you were so young... You even climbed into my house and planned to marry me. You want me that much?"
The other person is unable to speak.
"So you want me to be your woman, to be with you for the rest of my life?"
There has still been no reply.
Jiang Huaimeng was slightly disappointed:
"I wish I could hear you tell me about your crush on me again. It would be best if you could slowly retell that story of your unrequited love to me, word by word."
In the previously quiet room, Lin Zheng suddenly mumbled, "Huai Meng...you're so beautiful."
That soft, dreamlike sound made Jiang Huaimeng feel dazed. She bit her lip and chuckled, "Even in your dreams you're still calling my name? You're really only thinking about how to get me, you selfish bastard, humph."
In the silent night, Shen hope knew clearly that he had waited for a full thirty-seven minutes and twenty-five seconds outside the door.
Jiang Huaimeng then opened the door to the room.
Shen hope turned to look at Jiang Huaimeng, whose face was expressionless but whose expression contained a strange sense of pleasure.
"General Manager Jiang?"
Jiang Huaimeng nodded and said, "Let's go back. I suddenly feel like going to the beauty salon tomorrow afternoon. I haven't been there for over a month. Come with me after you finish what I've arranged."
"Yes."
Shen hope pushed Jiang Huaimeng from behind, glancing at Lin Zheng on the bed before closing the door.
There was no difference between when he left the room forty minutes later and when he left, except that he had an extra small blanket on him to prevent him from catching a cold.
So what was President Jiang doing all by himself for those forty minutes?
The door to the room was finally closed.
In the pitch-black hotel room, Lin Zheng, who should have been unconscious, slowly opened his eyes and let out a long sigh:
"My God, I'm exhausted from not moving at all. I thought this woman was going to do something terrible to me. Luckily, she was just talking to herself."
He looked at the ointment on the back of his hand and recalled the scene just now: "But why do I feel like I'm some kind of puppy in his eyes? He kept touching my head, even though I just washed my hair."