This Quick Transmigration Experience Is A Bit Sweet Chapter 21
Chapter 21 Can You Obediently Listen To My Words?
President Jiang was the standard upper-class person. He never thought that one day he would grab steamed buns with his bare hands and drink beer from a bowl.
That was a bowl---a bowl that was used for eating rice and drinking soup. It could also be used for drinking beer?
The weather was really hot, and there were slightly cool breezes in the evening. However, when hot food entered the stomach, a layer of sweat was immediately stimulated to form. Zong Yuan put down his chopsticks and rolled up the part of his shirt at the lower abdomen, revealing a neatly arranged, sexy and strong six-pack abs. There was delicate moisture on his abs and he looked like a model that was going to a photoshoot.
Jiang Sheng'yan glanced at it, and his bun almost fell onto the table, "What are you doing?" How could you show off your muscles in public.
Zong Yuan continued to pick up food with his chopsticks, "To dissipate heat."
Chen Hong'mei glanced at Zong Yuan strangely, "Son, dress properly, there's a guest here."
Jiang Sheng’yan's heart was suddenly upset, but before he had time to investigate this emotion, Zong Yuan glanced at him up and down, "Boss Jiang, you’re not hot?"
Jiang Sheng’yan wore a black shirt and black trousers, and a pair of leather boots on his feet. He felt refreshed and he did not feel sweaty at all. "It's not hot, I tolerate the heat well."
Zong Yuan sighed, "That’s nice."
The most difficult thing to endure after coming here was the heat.
The heat was the type that could claw against the heart and scratch the lungs.
Jiang Sheng'yan was full from eating and drinking, and was in a good mood. He took out his wallet and pulled out a thick wad of red banknotes, "Mrs. Chen, my caregiver will not be here for the next two days, so I will come to your house during the meantime for food. This is the food money, is it okay?"
Chen Hong’mei and Zong Xiao’mo looked at each other, "That doesn’t seem appropriate, big boss. All of these are self-grown, so they aren’t worth anything. If you want to eat, come by anytime. Don't give it, don’t give it. You even gave us a bottle of perfume earlier."
Jiang Sheng’yan said, "These are two separate matters."
He placed the money on the table, and when he pulled his hand back, he accidentally turned over a plate of buns. The fried golden buns fell all over the place, and there was a piece that fell onto Zong Yuan’s crossed legs and it landed perfectly onto the fabric of the crotch part of his pants.
Jiang Sheng’yan was stunned. He reflexively reached out to pick it up while saying, "I'm sorry."
His hand was grabbed by Zong Yuan just when his nails were about to touch the crust of the bun. The blue veins on Zong Yuan’s forehead was violently enlarged, "Can’t you f*cking sit still."
Jiang Sheng’yan realized what was happening. His back was bent slightly to pick up the bun on Zong Yuan's crotch and his hand was about to touch the piece of cloth that had been stained with oil.
Chen Hong’mei and Zong Xiao’mo looked at their positioning with strange eyes.
Jiang Shengyan's face was blue and red and he was feeling ashamed, "Can't you f*cking speak properly."
His fingertips contracted, and he tightly clenched his fist, "Let go of me."
Zong Yuan let go of him and stood up while having a cold expression on his face. The bun fell off of his body, and there was an obvious square shape of grease that was left on that place.
Jiang Sheng’yan looked at the oily stain a few times and he pursed his lips tight.
The two women who were on the side were puzzled, how did this suddenly happen?
Zong Yuan knew that he was in a bad mood recently, and this time, he was truly angry. He stretched out his hand and brushed over the place, frowning, "I'll go change my pants. Wait for me to return so I can take you back."
Jiang Sheng’yan replied, "I don't need you to send me."
He kicked the ground with his heels impatiently, and from the corner of his eyes, his line of vision followed Zong Yuan into the room, but he didn’t directly get up and leave.
Zong Yuan changed his pants and came out, "Let's go."
President Jiang followed behind him with a calm face.
Zong Yuan said, "I shouldn't talk to you like that, I apologize."
Jiang Sheng’yan held back, "It's not like it was my fault."
He was this old already, and had been successful for his entire life, but he had never been bullied as much as these past few days.
Zong Yuan pressed his temple, "I apologize."
The country road was very muddy and it had rained again a few days ago. Jiang Sheng’yan feet sunk into the ground at varying depths for every step he took as he followed behind Zong Yuan. There was more and more mud on the bottom of his feet, and he couldn’t lift it up. He suddenly stepped on a piece of rock that was hidden in the mud, and he lost his balance and fell forward.
He firmly fell into Zong Yuan’s arms, which saved him. Zong Yuan frowned, "Can you pay attention to your feet?"
Jiang Shengyan tried to stand up, but the mud under his feet almost made him fall again. "The rock is under the mud, how can I see it?"
Zong Yuan raised his eyes to look ahead and saw that the muddy path still extended for another ten meters. He told Jiang Sheng’yan, "Hold on tightly."
Then, he bent over halfway and before Jiang Sheng’yan could brace himself, he carried him on his shoulders.
"..."Jiang Shengyan kicked his long legs randomly, "F*cking put me down"
His face was facing towards Zong Yuan's back, and his obliques were right in front of his eyes. With each sway, he became dizzy and blood rushed to his head, "I feel dizzy."
Zong Yuan firmly fixed his legs in place, "Shut up, we will be there soon."
It was just a distance of about ten seconds, but Jiang Sheng’yan already had the impulse to kill Zong Yuan. When he was put down, he glared at him fiercely and said cruelly, "You f*cking wait for it."
Zong Yuan glanced at him, "You keep saying f*ck this, f*uck that, who do you even want to f*ck?"
Jiang Sheng’yan choked, "None of your damn business."
Zong Yuan glanced at him, and did not speak. He took out a cigarette, and continued to lead him forward, "You came from Li Village alone?"
Jiang Sheng’yan made look of disdain, "Why, you think I’m by myself, so I’m an easy target?"
Zong Yuan then asked, "Who is this caregiver that you mentioned?"
“Aunt Lin," Jiang Sheng’yan replied. "You’re investigating my background."
There were many people surnamed Lin in this village. Zong Yuan replied perfunctorily to Jiang Shengyan, "Just trying to get to know you and become friends."
He held a cigarette at an angle with his fingertips and handed it to Jiang Sheng'yan. His slender fingers were covered with thick calluses and when he touched Jiang Sheng’yan's hand, he aroused an inch in Jiang Sheng’yan’s heart.
Jiang Sheng’yan's expression eased, "I don't become friends with people who are moody."
Zong Yuan was holding a cigarette butt between his teeth. Jiang Shengyan thought, why does this hillbilly have such white teeth? Zong Yuan said, "Then you don't even like yourself?"
"..." Jiang Shengyan didn't understand and frowned, "What do you mean?"
How did this guy become a president?
Zong Yuan held back a smile, "Nothing. You only have Aunt Lin who is only coming a few days later?"
Jiang Sheng’yan replied, "There is also Uncle Wang who bought electrical supplies for me in Y town ."
Surnamed Wang? Zong Yuan thought about this for a bit, "Do you know anyone else in this village?"
Jiang Sheng’yan stopped walking and looked at him strangely, "What else do you want to ask?"
A gust of wind violently blew past, and the branches of the leaves brushed against Jiang Sheng’yan's face. He spat out the sand blown into his mouth a few times, and above his darkened face was a head of messy hair that took on the shape of a bird nest.
Zong Yuan kindly took off the leaves on his head. President Jiang's temper was so violent, but his hair was surprisingly soft.
There were people passing by in a hurry, "A’Yuan, why are you here"
Zong Yuan put down his hands, "Uncle Zhang, I’m walking Boss Jiang home, he doesn't know the way."
Jiang Sheng’yan rolled his eyes.
Uncle Zhang walked over with his back hunched over. He rubbed his rough hands, and there were chives stuck between his teeth, "Hey, this is the big boss who just came today."
A pungent fishy smell that came from his body suddenly penetrated into the bottom of Jiang Sheng’yan's nose. Jiang Shengyan felt very nauseous and almost vomited. Zong Yuan pulled him behind him, and without changing his voice, "Uncle Zhang, we will leave first. "
He had one of his hands on Jiang Sheng’yan’s shoulder. He was a lot taller than Jiang Sheng’yan so when President Jiang raised his head, he bumped into his armpit.
He tried hard to push Zong Yuan away with both of his hands. Zong Yuan had a headache and murmured in a low voice, "You better listen to me. Do you not see that he’s still staring at you?"
His hot breath mixed in with the smell of sweat rushed towards Jiang Sheng’yan.
President Jiang focused on the wrong point, "Are you showing off that you don’t have body odor?"
He raised his hand and put his armpit under Zong Yuan's tall nose. His eyes were full of arrogance, "Ha, you never thought of this, huh, neither do I."
Zong Yuan was stunned for a moment, and a swear word abruptly escaped out, "The f*ck."
Jiang Sheng’yan curled his lips, "Be more serious, why is he staring at me?"
He looked back and saw a vague black shadow standing there and it seemed like he was still looking over here. Jiang Sheng’yan thought of the disgusting smell and he made a face of disgust, "I recognize him"
Zong Yuan let go of him deftly, "He’s an old ruffian. He goes around stealing things and tricking others. You better stay away from him next time."
Jiang Shengyan muttered softly, "Does he dare?"
Zong Yuan sent him to the old house Jiang Sheng’yan's stayed at, "Don't come out at night."
Just as Jiang Sheng’yan wanted to become angry at his commanding tone, he saw that Zong Yuan had already turned and left.
With wide shoulders and narrow hips, a slender figure, and loose trousers, every step he took had a particular feel that others couldn’t replicate.
It was extremely coquettish.
Jiang Shengyan took out the cigarette Zong Yuan had given him out from his pocket and held it in his mouth. A strong gust of smoke rushed into his throat and made him cough several times.
The smoke was really vehement.
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Damn... ZY is kind of fine... Like really my type... I didn't really notice this in the other world but he is really speaking to me at the moment. I don't know what to do about this new attraction. I really hope he always have muscles like this in all the worlds... I will be a happy camper... Yes I will...
ReplyDeleteI really can't do anything about the fact that I like both the protags (smile.jpg)
DeleteHmm I agree, the way he carry himself is just so cool to me
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