novelraw Chapter 808: The Impulsive Professor Jiang
Chapter 808: The Impulsive Professor Jiang
8:00 PM.
Yangcheng, Four Seasons Hotel, Executive Suite.
The neon lights of the city outside the window were as brilliant as a river of stars.
Inside the suite, only a few ambient lamps were lit, casting a dim, soft glow.
Gao Mengting lay on her side in the middle of the double bed, half her body submerged in the soft down comforter, only a smooth shoulder and disheveled brown hair visible.
One hand extended from under the covers, idly scrolling through her phone.
Her eyes, however, were vacant.
Images from a few hours ago flashed uncontrollably through her mind.
From the subtly tense atmosphere of the negotiation room at Smart Chain Future, to returning to the hotel...
They hadn't even made it to the bedroom. The moment they stepped through the door, everything began in unspoken unison.That feeling of her very soul trembling, as if being crushed and remolded, that sense of losing control...
It was utterly intoxicating.
Unfortunately, she was simply too inexperienced.
Completely unable to meet her partner's demands.
It reminded her of those literary characters, full of lofty aspirations but lacking physical prowess, possessing romantic ideals of conquering mountains and seas, yet trapped within a body sensitive to the extreme.
It was all fragmented; she couldn't even remember everything that happened.
She only remembered eating something in the middle.
By the time she slowly woke up, the dazzling nightscape was already outside the window.
"Sex and love truly are the ultimate dialectic in this human world."
Her thoughts drifted to the emotions intertwined with fervor and endurance, the fleeting and the eternal, found in the works of Márquez.
Gao Mengting buried her flushed cheek deeper into the pillow.
She was thirsty. She wanted water.
Putting down her phone, she got up to reach for the glass on the table, but the soreness in her waist and inner thighs made her movements sluggish.
Just then...
*Tap, tap, tap—*
Footsteps approached from outside the bedroom door.
Gao Mengting's heart gave a violent leap. Forgetting about the water, she quickly curled up at the foot of the bed, pulled the covers over herself, and pretended to still be sound asleep.
She'd had enough. She didn't want a single bit more. She didn't want any for the entire next month.
The footsteps drew closer, finally stopping beside the bed.
Gao Mengting's heart rate suddenly accelerated, pounding chaotically.
Then, a familiar presence enveloped her.
She could feel the mattress sink slightly under his weight, his warm body heat radiating through the air.
Then, that hand with its distinct knuckles slowly slid in from the edge of the blanket.
Gao Mengting couldn't pretend any longer.
Before he could proceed further, she opened her eyes, her voice laced with panic and pleading, "Stop... don't you... I..."
Tang Song paused, looking at her nervous, fluttering eyelashes with an amused expression.
"I just saw you curled up sleeping at the edge of the bed, worried you might catch a chill, and wanted to move you back onto the pillow," he said innocently. "Partner, what did you think I wanted to do?"
Gao Mengting's face instantly flushed crimson, half from embarrassment, half from the awkward realization that she had overreacted.
"Alright... thank you."
Tang Song teased, "However, someone is a giant in theory, but in practice... hmm? Who was it that said they wanted to 'set sail'?"
"It's all because of you..." Gao Mengting quickly cut him off, shooting him a glare, her voice muffled. "Pervert."
She wasn't completely inexperienced in this area. She had, after all, read quite a few books in private and even attempted to write about sensations and fantasies.
But Tang Song's stamina and endurance clearly exceeded normal human limits, making him feel somewhat "inhuman" to her.
Tang Song looked at her flushed cheeks and slightly reproachful eyes, smiled, and didn't pursue the topic further.
He turned, picked up the glass water pitcher from the nightstand, poured a glass of warm water, and handed it to her. "Drink some water. Your lips are very dry, and your voice is hoarse."
"Thank you." Gao Mengting was indeed thirsty. She took the glass and sipped slowly. The warm water soothed her throat, bringing a wave of comfortable relief. Putting the glass down, she remembered something important and looked at him. "By the way, we didn't go to inspect the Yangcheng store this afternoon either. What should we do? The schedule is delayed."
"It's fine." Tang Song reached out and gently smoothed the brown hair scattered across her pillow. "The summary email you sent me earlier was very comprehensive. I also watched the videos and photos the staff took on-site. The location selection and renovation progress are both fine."
He paused, then asked, "Do you want to come with me to Dongguan tomorrow? We can sign the endorsement contract with Bei Yuwei while we're there."
"No." Gao Mengting shook her head, her expression regaining some of her usual work-focused seriousness. "I'll stay here and finalize the details of the cooperation plan with Smart Chain Future. You're the director of the company's branding department. Signing an endorser is your responsibility. I won't meddle."
Her reason sounded perfectly proper, but the main reason, which she was too embarrassed to voice, was that she needed a break. She needed to recover.
"Alright." Tang Song saw through her little thought, finding it somewhat amusing internally, but didn't expose it.
Out of caution regarding the potential influence of the system's [Growth Plan mission], he had actually been deliberately controlling Gao Mengte's exposure, not letting her come into contact too early or too much with the other intricate networks within his expanding business sphere.
However, now that his Charm value had reached 90, most of the permission locks for various roles had been lifted, so this concern had diminished significantly.
Furthermore, with him about to officially take up the position of Global CEO at [Xuanji Optical World], future business intersections between [Songmei Apparel] and the tech sector were inevitable.
Introducing Gao Mengting to Ouyang Xianyue and bringing her into more core circles was only a matter of time.
But it didn't have to be rushed.
Once [Songmei Apparel] established its next foothold through the cooperation with [Smart Chain Future] and the offline store layout, it would be time enough to gradually integrate her.
Just then...
*Buzz, buzz, buzz—*
His phone suddenly vibrated.
Tang Song took out his phone and glanced at it.
[Jiang Yourong]
His brow lifted slightly as he answered the call.
"Hello, Professor Jiang, good evening."
Jiang Yourong's voice, deliberately lowered, came through the receiver. "President Tang, good evening. Um... I've already arrived in Yangcheng. I've checked in at the Four Seasons Hotel where you're staying."
"Quite efficient." Tang Song checked the time. "Go directly to the Executive Lounge on the 99th floor, find a seat, and wait for me. I'll come up to meet you shortly."
"Okay."
Hanging up, Tang Song put his phone back in his pocket.
As soon as he looked up, he met his partner's curious, cat-like eyes.
"She's an executive at one of my other tech companies, and also a university professor, hence the title," he explained with a smile. "She's here to assist with my upcoming work. She just arrived in Yangcheng. I'm going to meet with her to coordinate tomorrow's schedule."
Gao Mengting let out an understanding "Oh," her body relaxing further into the soft bedding, only her smiling eyes visible. "Understood, work comes first. You should go. I'll enjoy this rare peace and quiet and take another nap."
She even deliberately gave a small yawn.
Looking at her lazy demeanor, Tang Song couldn't help but lean down and give her lips a firm kiss before getting up and heading to the walk-in closet.
He took off his bathrobe and changed into a well-tailored casual suit.
Leaving the suite.
He took the elevator directly to the 99th floor.
The elevator doors slid open, revealing the reception desk of the Executive Lounge.
After presenting his room key, a well-trained attendant bowed slightly and guided him inside.
Inside the lounge, the lighting was deliberately soft and intimate, the air faintly scented with amber wood.
Smooth jazz flowed in the background, the volume perfectly controlled.
It was just past eight in the evening, and the place wasn't very crowded.
Through the 360-degree floor-to-ceiling windows, the view was completely unobstructed.
Beneath them, the myriad lights of the entire Zhujiang New Town and Tianhe CBD glittered like a massive, flowing, radiant crystal sandbox.
The "Little Waist" tower not far away was changing its dazzling neon colors, reflected in the Pearl River, appearing plump, magnificent, and full of vitality.
Tang Song's gaze swept calmly across the lounge.
Soon, amidst the backdrop of the glittering nightscape, he spotted that familiar and eye-catching figure.
Jiang Yourong was sitting in the seating area not far from the entrance.
She had clearly taken great care with her appearance.
Her thick shoulder-length hair was tied back, revealing her long, fair neck, looking neat and efficient.
Gold-rimmed glasses rested on her face, lending an intellectual, reserved air.
With light makeup, her red lips and white teeth stood out, her complexion excellent.
She wore an impeccably tailored deep gray professional suit and skirt.
But this uniform, representing seriousness, created a breathtaking visual tension on her.
It was clear that after the "torment" of high-intensity work and weight loss during this period, her figure had indeed improved significantly. There was less of the previous puffiness, more firmness.
Although she still belonged to the "voluptuous and full-figured" type, there was no trace of bulkiness.
The suit jacket was filled to capacity.
Below the bodycon skirt, a pair of rounded thighs sheathed in stockings displayed smooth, sensual lines.
She exuded a unique charm that blended mature intellectuality with professional competence.
Jiang Yourong, who had been closely watching the entrance, felt her heart leap the moment she saw Tang Song appear.
She "shot" up from the small sofa.
Subconsciously straightening her spine, she took a slight breath and pulled in her stomach, as if wanting to present the results of her recent efforts in the most direct way possible before this boss.
"President Tang."
"Professor Jiang."
Tang Song walked up to her but didn't rush to sit down.
"Not bad," he began, his tone warm with a hint of teasing. "It seems Lele, that supervisor, is quite competent. You look even slimmer in person than in those 'check-in photos' she sent me. The results are quite evident."
"R-Really?"
Jiang Yourong's expression became slightly unnatural, the tips of her ears warming.
Being so directly commented on her figure by Tang Song, especially the mention of those embarrassing "check-in photos," nearly broke her composure as a university professor.
Yet, in her heart, an uncontrollable surge of joy at being acknowledged welled up.
"Let's go, no need to stand." Tang Song naturally placed a hand lightly on her back, guiding her toward the bar area. "The signature cocktails here are famous. Since we're here, have a drink."
Breathing in his scent, Jiang Yourong's heart skipped another half-beat, her steps quickening slightly.
The two arrived at the bar.
Tang Song ordered a refreshing signature cocktail, then looked at Jiang Yourong.
Jiang Yourong ordered the same cocktail.
Then, holding their glasses, they walked through a dimly lit corridor to a private meeting area by the window and sat down.
Outside the window, the dazzling neon lights of the Canton Tower were reflected dreamily in the Pearl River waters.
*Clink—*
The crystal glasses touched lightly, emitting a clear, pleasant sound.
"You've worked hard, making such a rushed trip." Tang Song raised his glass, took a sip, his demeanor composed and elegant.
The dim yellow light fell on his handsome, fair profile, outlining perfect contours.
That innate, noble air made Professor Jiang, sitting opposite him, feel her face grow warm, and she instinctively averted her gaze.
Unlike before, she felt that this time, Tang Song carried an additional, inexplicable aura about him.
It always made her involuntarily recall the palpitations from seven years ago.
"It's my duty. This is part of my job."
Jiang Yourong held her glass with both hands, using the act of drinking soda water to mask her discomfort.
Putting the glass down, she quickly took a deep breath, adjusted her state, and forcibly stepped into the role of "Assistant Jiang."
"President Tang, regarding tomorrow's event at the Guanlan Lake in Dongguan, and some internal progress on the [Xuanji Optical World] project recently, I'd like to give you a brief report first..."
Her voice was clear and steady as she began a well-organized narrative.
From the key points she, as the technical assistant, needed to assist with tomorrow, to the recent breakthroughs the tech team had made in adapting the "Spirit Resonance" large model with the XG-1 hardware, to her observations and assessments of the progress in several key R&D directions within Xuanji Optical World.
Tang Song leaned back into the large, soft leather sofa, crossing his legs.
One hand rested casually on the armrest, his distinct-knuckled fingers occasionally tapping lightly in time with the faint piano notes in the distance.
He didn't interrupt throughout, just listened quietly.
However, those eyes, growing even deeper in the night, remained fixed on Jiang Yourong as she reported.
This silent gaze made the usually lazy and casual Professor Jiang feel an inexplicable, deep-seated restlessness.
This heat rose from her chest, spreading down her spine.
It even made her feel that this originally crisp, form-fitting suit and skirt now seemed somewhat restrictive, tightening around her, making it hard to breathe.
Outside the window, the night deepened, the city's glorious lights growing even more dazzling.
Finally.
Jiang Yourong finished her report. Subconsciously, she picked up the glass in front of her and took a large gulp.
The icy, bubbly sensation temporarily suppressed the discomfort threatening to overflow.
"Hmm." Tang Song finally spoke, his voice not loud. "Regarding the technical preliminary proposal, your considerations are very thorough. The data breakthrough in neuromorphic computing is indeed good news. It seems your work there is quite effective. As for potential friction with other departments during the handover process... you don't need to get involved. Just continue observing and periodically summarize the situation for me."
"You've worked hard, Professor Jiang." Tang Song put down his glass, his tone turning gentle. "Traveling so far, saying so much. Go back to your room and rest early. We have an early start tomorrow, and it will be a tough battle."
Hearing this, Jiang Yourong felt as if granted amnesty.
She quickly stood up, smoothed her skirt, and said respectfully, "Alright. Then, President Tang, you should also rest early. I'll head back first."
With that, she grabbed her bag and turned to leave.
Facing Tang Song's face, especially that intensely penetrating gaze, she really couldn't handle it much longer.
"Oh, Professor Jiang." Tang Song's voice sounded again.
Jiang Yourong's steps halted. She turned around. "Yes, President Tang?"
Tang Song also stood up, his gaze slowly sweeping over her figure, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "I promised you before. As long as you could complete the 'onboarding special training KPI' I set, stick with it, the more weight you lost, the richer the reward would be."
Jiang Yourong blinked, her red lips parting slightly.
Goodness! She had actually forgotten about this!
Mainly because, just a few days into the special training, she had been dispatched to Quancheng by Director Jin's transfer order, followed by a series of heart-pounding workplace maneuvers, and then immediately flying to Yangcheng...
She had been so busy she was dizzy, how could she remember any reward?
Now that Tang Song brought it up, she suddenly recalled that there was indeed such an agreement.
And this was the result she had achieved after suffering so much, eating "grass" for so many days, being supervised like a prisoner by her own student Qian Lele, getting spanked by Liu Jiayi!
"So... what's the reward?"
A trace of anticipation and testing appeared in Jiang Yourong's eyes.
Tang Song pondered. "Hmm... originally, I had prepared some gifts. But seeing how hard you've worked, I've decided to give you a privilege. What do you want? You can make the request yourself. Whether it's improved compensation, a cash bonus, or other gifts, anything is possible."
Jiang Yourong's heart gave a violent leap, her breathing instantly becoming rapid.
He was letting her choose?
This temptation was simply too great!
Countless thoughts collided wildly in her mind.
Ask for money? Too vulgar. Although she needed money for bags, directly asking for money seemed too tacky.
Ask for a promotion? Not good either. She had just parachuted into the position of University Relations Office Director at [Xuanji Optical World], a high and powerful position. Asking for another promotion or raise would inevitably cause dissatisfaction among other executives.
Ask for Tang Song?... This thought startled her as soon as it surfaced.
She raised her eyes, looking at Tang Song's flawlessly handsome face under the light, at his smiling lips.
"R-Really, anything?"
"Of course." Tang Song's smile grew even more captivating. "But nothing too excessive, or I will refuse."
Jiang Yourong gritted her teeth, looked at him again, and said, "Well... the special training involved too much exercise, and recently, to finish reports, I've been staying up late every night. My back and waist are really sore, and my neck is terribly stiff. Tomorrow, we have to be active on the golf course too."
She swallowed, looking at Tang Song's long, jade-like hands with distinct knuckles, and said somewhat impulsively, "President Tang, could I trouble you... to give me a massage?"
Their gazes met.
Looking into Tang Song's deep eyes, Jiang Yourong instinctively flinched. "Ha, that... I..."
She was just about to say, "I was joking."
But Tang Song interrupted her. "Okay, no problem."
He pointed to the single leather armchair beside them. "Sit over there."
Jiang Yourong's heart raced wildly. She obediently sat down, her back to Tang Song.
Soon, she felt the sofa cushion behind her sink slightly.
Tang Song sat on the armrest behind her.
A wave of that clean, pleasant masculine scent instantly enveloped her.
"I'm starting. It might hurt a bit at first. Bear with it." A low voice sounded near her ear. Immediately after, a large, scorching hand made direct contact, covering the slender, vulnerable nape of her neck.
"Mmph—" Jiang Yourong trembled all over, almost crying out.
Tang Song's hands seemed to possess a certain magic.
It wasn't just temperature; it was more like a warm electric current that, from his fingertips, instantly penetrated her skin, traveling down along her spine.
A mix of soreness, numbness, slight pain, yet carrying extreme relief and clarity.
Originally, she had just wanted to seize the opportunity to gain some "benefit" for herself, to get closer to him.
But now, she was truly, completely immersed in it.
The usually lazy, pleasure-seeking her now felt as if she were soaking in the most exclusive hot spring, every nerve screaming in delight.
So much so that, because it felt too good, her body uncontrollably leaned back against him.
Tang Song didn't speak, his expression focused.
His fingers slid down from her cervical vertebrae, applying moderate, precise pressure on the tense gaps between her shoulder blades.
From her neck, to her rounded shoulders, to the muscle groups near her collarbones connecting to the pectoralis major.
Wherever his hands went, Jiang Yourong's entire body went limp.
The immense psychological satisfaction intertwined with extreme physical pleasure made her close her eyes involuntarily and let out a comfortable sigh.
Just then.
Tang Song's fingers stopped at a spot about three inches below her collarbone. His tone became somewhat serious and professional.
"Professor Jiang, the connection point between your sternocleidomastoid and pectoralis minor muscles is very tense, with noticeable nodules. This is what causes your frequent chest tightness and rounded shoulders. Do you need me to massage it open for you?"
By now, Jiang Yourong, already massaged into a daze, didn't think much. She just instinctively hummed in agreement. "Mmm... please..."
Having received "authorization."
Tang Song's hands continued downward, through the thin layer of her silk white blouse.
They pressed down steadily, encountering a soft fullness.
"!!"
An electric current instantly shot through the crown of her head.
Jiang Yourong's eyes flew wide open, her pupils contracting violently.
The gold-rimmed glasses on her nose bridge tilted to one side from the shock.
Her originally slightly flushed cheeks instantly turned blood-red.
She looked down at Tang Song's hand, her mind a complete blank, unable to react for a moment.
After a good while.
"Ah, ah-oh—"
A short, flustered gasp escaped her. Immediately after, Jiang Yourong sprang to her feet.
Words tumbled out in a rapid, incoherent stream. "Much, much better! Really! I feel my neck and shoulders are so much looser... your technique is really... instantly effective! I, I might be too tired today. I want to go back and sleep first. Tomorrow, tomorrow I have to get up early to prepare materials..."
As she spoke, she fumbled to straighten her glasses, avoiding looking at Tang Song.
She then turned and hurried toward the elevator area in her high heels.
Watching her voluptuous, flustered figure disappear around the corner, Tang Song withdrew his gaze.
He picked up the cocktail from the coffee table and downed it in one gulp.
With his current level of insight and emotional intelligence, he could naturally see through Professor Jiang's little scheme just now at a glance.
However, the reason he had, almost inexplicably, made that suggestion earlier, even performing that somewhat mischievous, boundary-crossing action, wasn't entirely to tease her.
It was because, in that moment, the figure of another woman had uncontrollably surfaced in his mind.
Rongcheng, Jinli Villa, the tranquil tea room filled with the fragrance of eaglewood incense.
He had also stood behind that noblewoman like this, massaging her stiff shoulders and neck from prolonged sitting.
Similarly full-figured, similarly mature, with an older-woman's poise.
Tang Song lowered his gaze, placing the empty glass back on the coffee table. Then he raised his eyes, his gaze passing over the dazzling, prosperous city lights beneath him, looking toward the deep night sky to the south.
He wondered what kind of surprise that Ms. Ouyang, who had actively invited him to meet, would bring him this time.