novelraw Chapter 662 Jiang Yang, are you really willing to beat me up?
Chapter 662 Jiang Yang, are you really willing to beat me up?
"What did she say at the time?" Jiang Yang asked.
"What she said was absolutely awful!"
Yang Chaoyue said excitedly, "She said, 'Uncle, look at the life you used to live. It breaks my heart to see you sewing schoolbags for your child yourself. If you hadn't divorced, things wouldn't be like this. Also, Chaoyue is doing better now, but you're raising Yang Chaoyue, and Yang Chaoyue will belong to someone else's family in the future. Why bother? It's better to let Chaoyue give you more money so you can marry another woman, have a son, and take care of you in your old age. You can't keep a woman.'"
Jiang Yang frowned but remained silent.
Yang Chaoyue continued, "I didn't want to argue with her. I thought that since she was a guest, I would just treat her politely and that would be the end of it. But she took advantage of me and asked to borrow money right away, acting all self-righteous!"
What kind of money do you need?
“She said she wanted to buy a house in Yancheng, but she didn’t have enough for the down payment, so she asked me to lend her 200,000 yuan. She used moral blackmail on me, saying, ‘Chaoyue, you’re so famous in the entertainment industry now, you must have made a lot of money. Your father only has you as his daughter, and I’m your relative. What’s wrong with you helping me out? If you don’t lend me the money, you’re looking down on me and forgetting your roots.’”
Yang Chaoyue mimicked the relative's tone, his voice full of disdain: "My dad is an honest man. He was speechless after being confronted by her, and his face turned red. So I sat down and chatted with her."
“I told her, ‘Sister, since you know how hard my dad's life is, you shouldn't have said those sarcastic things, and you shouldn't have come to borrow money. When my parents divorced, I was only twelve or thirteen years old. My mother was working in another city, and my dad had to work and take care of me. Sometimes they didn't even have enough to eat, and they didn't have warm clothes in winter. Why didn't you help us then? When my dad was sick and hospitalized, there was no one to take care of him, so I took care of him. Why didn't you come to see us then? Now that I'm better, you come to borrow money, and you say it so self-righteously. Do you think that's appropriate?’”
Yang Chaoyue's tone was full of smugness: "After I finished speaking, her face turned pale, her eyes darted around, she didn't dare to look at me or my dad, she stammered and couldn't say a word, and finally she said dejectedly, 'I'll think of another way,' and left quickly! You don't know, when she left, she didn't dare to lift her head, I felt so good!"
As he spoke, Yang Chaoyue suddenly paused and asked in confusion, "Brother Yang, why is it so dark where you are? Why are the lights off again? I can't see you in the video. Turn on the lights and let's talk."
Jiang Yang glanced at the blankets beside him and said in a low voice, "I'm going to sleep. I'm too lazy to turn on the light. I can just hear your voice."
"No, no, let's talk with the lights on!" Yang Chaoyue pleaded. "Brother Yang, I really miss you. I just want to chat with you, even if it's just for a few minutes. Actually, even if that annoying period hadn't come today, I still wanted to call you. I just wanted to see you. Turn on the lights, Brother Yang~"
Jiang Yang couldn't persuade her otherwise.
Reach out and press the switch on the bedside lamp, turning the light to its dimmest setting.
Soft, warm light illuminated half of the room.
Jiang Yang's hotel room wasn't spacious and was simply furnished. The large bed was by the window, with a bottle of mineral water and a cell phone on the bedside table. There was a simple wardrobe in the corner, and the curtains were drawn tightly, leaving only a small gap so that the streetlights outside could faintly shine through. On the chair next to the bed, Jiang Yang's jacket, which he had worn during the day, was draped over his shoulders.
Meng Ziyi was curled up inside Jiang Yang's bed.
I've only been here a short time.
Jiang Yang couldn't get him to leave, so he reminded Meng Ziyi that he needed to rest well because he had to appear on a variety show the next day.
Mencius ignored it.
They kissed.
Yang Chaoyue suddenly called, and Meng Ziyi didn't have time to get up before quickly shrinking back into the covers.
The quilt was light gray, soft and thick, with a faint checkered pattern printed on it. It was just enough to cover her whole body, with only a small section of her hair showing.
Jiang Yang held his phone with the front-facing camera on, pointing it at his own face. While dealing with Yang Chaoyue's nagging, he secretly lifted a corner of the blanket and peeked inside.
Meng Ziyi was huddled under the covers, his eyes wide open, looking wary.
She gently poked Jiang Yang's arm with her finger, her mouth moving silently to signal him not to let Yang Chaoyue see, and kept waving her hand at him, urging him to hang up the phone quickly.
Jiang Yang pretended not to see it and continued chatting casually with Yang Chaoyue.
Mencius noticed that he didn't hang up the phone, his eyes darkened, and he stopped being coy.
Unlike Tian Xiwei, who was shy about even taking the initiative to approach him when she was just beginning to experience love, Meng Ziyi, who had a wealth of romantic experience, was more direct. She quietly reached out and touched Jiang Yang's waist, gently pulled down his pants, and then leaned down and kissed him directly.
Jiang Yang froze, quickly pulled the blanket over himself, and tensed his legs.
His facial expression became unnatural.
He spoke haltingly, showing no interest in chatting with Yang Chaoyue.
I could clearly feel the warmth inside the blankets.
"Chaoyue, I'm done chatting. I really need to sleep. I have to take MaiMai and Sister Meng to record a show tomorrow." Jiang Yang said quickly before Yang Chaoyue could respond. After saying that, he hurriedly pressed the hang-up button, threw his phone aside, and turned to look at Meng Ziyi in the quilt.
the other side.
Back in his hometown of Yancheng, Yang Chaoyue looked at his phone screen, which had suddenly gone black, pouted in dissatisfaction, and muttered to himself as he lay on the bed, "Sleep, sleep, all you do is sleep, as if going to bed early will earn you more money!"
She actually wanted to keep talking to Jiang Yang a little longer.
Even just looking at him makes me feel at ease.
I also understand that Jiang Yang has to record "Mars Intelligence Agency" tomorrow, so he really needs to rest well and stay in good spirits so as not to delay his work.
After muttering to himself, Yang Chaoyue picked up his phone, opened Weibo, and began editing the content.
She posted four group photos, all taken on set previously.
The first photo is a picture of her and Jiang Yang. The two are standing in front of the set. Jiang Yang is wearing casual clothes and has a slight smile on his lips. He reaches out and ruffles her hair. She leans her head against Jiang Yang and smiles brightly.
The second photo is a picture of her and Zhao Jinmai. The two are sitting on a rest chair on the set. Zhao Jinmai is making a peace sign, and she has her arm around Zhao Jinmai's shoulder with a funny expression on her face.
The third photo is a picture of her and Tian Xiwei. The two are standing under the shade of a tree on the set. Tian Xiwei has her head slightly lowered and her cheeks are flushed. She is smiling at Tian Xiwei and gently pinching Tian Xiwei's cheek.
The fourth photo is a picture of her and Meng Ziyi. The two are leaning against the props on set, both wearing costumes, making peace signs for the camera, and smiling brightly.
The caption reads: "Tomorrow is the recording of 'Mars Intelligence Agency'! I wish my friends @Jiangyang @Zhaojinmai @Tianxiwei @Mengziyi all the best in their performances. Let yourselves be yourself and give it your all. May we all live up to our efforts, become famous overnight, and shine together in the future, getting better and better."
After editing, Yang Chaoyue carefully checked it and clicked send with satisfaction.
late at night.
Jiang Yang picked up his phone and happened to come across Yang Chaoyue's Weibo post. He smiled as he looked at the caption and the four group photos.
Yang Chaoyue's words were accurate; at least Meng Ziyi became an instant sensation.
Just after finishing with Sister Meng, he saw Meng Ziyi frowning beside him: "Jiang Yang, I think... I've started my period. Get me a sanitary napkin, it's in my bag, hurry, it's about to leak out."
The next morning.
The phone on the bedside table rang with a piercing alarm, and the screen lit up, clearly showing 5:30 a.m.
This is an alarm clock that Jiang Yang specially set.
The reason for scheduling it so early is because the recording process for "Mars Intelligence Agency" is complicated.
Makeup, styling, familiarizing oneself with the recording process, coordinating details with staff, and a series of other preparatory tasks all require time, and any delay could affect the entire recording schedule.
Moreover, Meng Ziyi was prone to being stubborn, and Jiang Yang had long anticipated that she wouldn't get up easily, so he deliberately left her plenty of buffer time to avoid delaying important matters because of her staying in bed.
The air conditioner in the hotel room was still running at low power, blowing a cool breeze, with a faint scent of shower gel and a barely perceptible smell of blood in the air.
The traces left by Meng Ziyi's period.
He turned to look at Meng Ziyi, who was sleeping beside him.
She didn't hug him; she lay on her side on the bed, her back to Jiang Yang, her long, black hair scattered on the pillow, some of it clinging to her neck and back, rising and falling slightly with her even breathing.
One leg was bent with the knee resting on the mattress, while the other leg was straight with the ankle resting on the bent leg. The thin blanket covering her body had been kicked up to her waist, revealing a large expanse of her fair back.
It has a delicate sheen.
Her shoulders were smooth, her waist slender, and even the fine downy hair on her back was clearly visible. Jiang Yang glanced at her, then looked away and nudged her shoulder: "Don't sleep."
What are you doing?
Meng Ziyi was pushed and moved slightly, burying his head in the pillow, his eyes closed, his voice muffled.
Like a kitten whose sweet dreams have been disturbed, her tone was full of impatience.
After saying that, she shrank further under the covers, wishing she could wrap herself completely in them and continue sleeping.
Jiang Yang pushed her again, this time with more force, and repeated, "Get up, Sister Meng."
"I'm not getting up, I'm on my period, I'll sleep a little longer." Meng Ziyi didn't humph and turned over.
She went from lying on her side to lying flat on her back, with her limbs outstretched.
He lay on the bed like a starfish, his eyes still closed.
His lips turned down, and he looked unwilling.
Staying in bed is one thing.
Indeed, because I was on my period, I felt a bit weak and just wanted to stay in bed.
Jiang Yang frowned: "Get up. We're recording 'Mars' today. Don't be stubborn. Let me make this clear, Sister Meng, this can't be delayed."
"Mars?"
Meng Ziyi's eyelids twitched, and after a few seconds, he groggily opened his eyes.
His eyes were unfocused and unfocused.
He looked around blankly.
Then he looked at Jiang Yang beside him and could clearly feel the impatience in Jiang Yang's eyes.
Looking to the side, there's a bedside table with a lamp, bottled water, a cell phone, and unopened tissues on it.
Meng Ziyi then came to his senses.
This wasn't her hometown; it was a hotel room. Jiang Yang was the one who woke her up.
Thinking back to yesterday, I arrived at the hotel with Tian Xiwei, spent the night with Jiang Yang, and even got my period.
I had heard from Yang Chaoyue and Tian Xiwei that Jiang Yang was usually quite mild-mannered. You could bully him or make a scene with him, and he would usually just smile and tolerate it.
When it comes to work and serious matters, he becomes exceptionally strict and shows no mercy.
She was secretly curious to see just how strict Jiang Yang could be, and whether he was really as strict as they said.
Meng Ziyi closed his eyes again, rubbed his head into the pillow, and crossed his arms over his chest.
Both legs are bent.
With his knees pressed against his chest, he curled up in a languid position and said in a lazy tone, "I'll sleep a little longer, just five more minutes."
talking.
He deliberately shrank deeper into the blankets.
"Meng Ziyi, I'm not joking with you." Jiang Yang stopped pushing her and got up directly, lifting the thin blanket off his body and stepping barefoot onto the floor.
While getting dressed, he said coldly, "If you don't get up, I'll beat you up, and I mean it."
"You dare to hit me and see what happens?"
Meng Ziyi remained lying on the bed, shifting slightly towards the headboard, and said in a lazy, indistinct tone, "I'm your senior, let me tell you. I entered the industry several years before you. In terms of seniority, I'm older than you, right? In terms of age, you should call me 'sister,' right? If you hit me, I'll expose you."
She said this and then snorted.
She slowly turned around, turned sideways to look at Jiang Yang, squinted, and could see the whole process of Jiang Yang getting dressed.
Jiang Yang had already put on his shirt and trousers and was bending down to pick up his coat from the chair.
He slipped his hands through the sleeves, put on his coat, zipped it up, and straightened the collar and cuffs. His movements were fluid and natural, shedding his usual casualness and adding a touch of competence and seriousness.
With his tall and straight figure, broad shoulders, and slender waist, even in simple casual wear, his aura was undeniable.
Meng Ziyi glanced at it, and a slight thought crossed his mind.
He still wouldn't let his words slide.
Jiang Yang straightened his clothes, looked up at Meng Ziyi, walked straight to the bedside, and without any unnecessary words, reached out his hand.
He yanked off the thin blanket covering Meng Ziyi.
Meng Ziyi's figure was completely exposed.
She was only wearing a black slip dress, which was very short, just reaching her upper thighs.
The neckline wasn't too low, revealing her delicate collarbone and a small patch of fair skin. The skirt was loose, swaying slightly with her movements, outlining her shapely figure.
She lay on her side on the bed, one hand supporting her head, the other hand on her waist, her legs slightly bent, knees together, toes pointed, and her eyes lazily looking at Jiang Yang.
He wasn't as dull as Hao Chun usually was.
There was no recklessness like Bailu.
She lacked the shyness that Xiwei showed when she was close to her.
There is no shameless scoundrel who transcends boundaries.
Unlike Mai Mai, who becomes ruthless and unrecognizable to her family when her emotions run high.
Meng Ziyi let Jiang Yang look at her figure, and opened her eyes slightly.
Her eyes were alluring and captivating.
Feeling sleepy.
Lazy and alluring.
"Jiang Yang, you're willing to beat me up? I know you well enough, you're more likely to kill me."
Jiang Yang's gaze lingered on her for a second.
The next second, he raised his hand and slapped Meng Ziyi hard on the butt.
With a loud snap, the sound was clear and the force was considerable.
Meng Ziyi's buttocks visibly sank down for a moment, then bounced back up.
Caught off guard, Meng Ziyi was jolted by the slap. (End of Chapter)