Chapter 359 A group of noobs head to the company

... (I spent a long time writing the content here and revised it many times, but the power of censorship is too terrifying, and I can't touch upon it at all, so I can only replace it with ellipses.)

Deep in the night, in the living room, Zhou Wanqin and Lin Hong had not yet returned to their rooms to rest.

The two sat quietly on the sofa, seemingly calm; Zhou Wanqin held a military magazine, while Lin Hong was wiping her beloved handgun accessories.

However, their attention was clearly not on the things in their hands.

Their gazes would always drift unconsciously toward the direction of the second-floor bedroom, their ears keenly capturing any subtle movement.

Lin Hong's movements of wiping the accessories grew slower and slower, eventually coming to a halt.

She snuck a glance at Zhou Wanqin beside her, discovering that although her gaze was fixed on the magazine, that page hadn't been turned in a long time, and a suspicious flush was spreading at the roots of her ears.

"Ahem." Lin Hong gave a light cough, attempting to break the ambiguous and awkward silence. "Um… inside… the battle seems quite intense, huh?"

"That animal, he doesn't even know how to restrain himself."

Zhou Wanqin seemed startled, suddenly snapping back to reality. She closed the magazine and stood up, feigning composure.

Her tone remained cold, yet it carried a trace of imperceptible fluctuation: "Boring! I'm going to rest."

After saying this, she turned and walked toward her room, almost in a rush.

Watching her slightly flustered back, Lin Hong pursed her lips and muttered softly: "Pretend, keep pretending… when clearly you were listening just as distractedly yourself."

She looked up again at that tightly closed door on the second floor, imagining the beautiful scenery inside, and her face couldn't help but feel a bit hot.

Lin Hong spat out "Big pervert," and hurriedly scurried back to her own room.

Meanwhile, in another corner of the sofa, Han Ji-eun was even more restless.

She held a water glass with both hands, her gaze vacant, clearly lost in thought.

In her mind, the intimate things her sister, Lee Ji-yeon, had previously said to her kept resurfacing uncontrollably.

They wove themselves into images in her mind that made her heart race.

Especially when thinking about what her sister implied, that in the future, they might have to together…

"Ah!" Han Ji-eun gave a soft cry, suddenly covering her burning cheeks with both hands.

The image was too beautiful; just thinking about it made her blood feel like it was boiling, and her heart was pounding "thump, thump."

She jumped up from the sofa and ran quickly into her sister's room.

She dived headfirst into the quilt, wrapping herself tightly in it, as if only this could shut out those blush-inducing wild thoughts.

She twisted restlessly inside the quilt, not knowing what she was doing; only her slightly heavy breathing could be faintly heard in the quiet room.

...

The next morning.

Jiang Jing opened his eyes feeling refreshed and looked beside him, a smile appearing at the corner of his mouth.

Li Xue and the others were already in an infant-like slumber, their small faces flushed.

"Hmph, this is the consequence of underestimating your brother." Jiang Jing muttered to himself in a low voice, his tone filled with smugness. "A bunch of little noobs, daring to provoke your brother."

He gently moved away a smooth, delicate leg that he didn't know belonged to whom. He knew these defeated generals probably wouldn't wake up until the afternoon.

After washing up and changing clothes, Jiang Jing walked down the stairs, looking full of vigor.

To his surprise, Han Ji-eun was already sitting obediently in the dining room, with an exquisite breakfast laid out on the table in front of her, clearly prepared specifically for him.

"Oppa Jiang Jing, morning." Seeing him, Han Ji-eun stood up immediately and greeted him in a soft voice.

It was just that her eyes were a bit unfocused; she didn't dare to meet Jiang Jing's gaze, and her cheeks also carried a hint of an unnatural flush.

"Morning, Ji-eun, up so early?" Jiang Jing sat down naturally and picked up a piece of toast.

"Mm… I'm used to it." Han Ji-eun responded softly. After hesitating for a moment, she couldn't help but ask: "Um… is my sister still not up yet?"

Jiang Jing took a bite of toast, nodded, and said in a normal tone: "Mm, she slept late last night; I estimate it'll be at least noon before she's up."

Hearing this, Han Ji-eun's face turned even redder in a "whoosh," as if it could drip blood.

She hurriedly lowered her head and let out an "Oh" in a voice as thin as a mosquito's, not daring to ask any further.

Jiang Jing found it amusing to see her looking so shy she was about to smoke, but he didn't pry further into the little girl's thoughts and continued to enjoy his breakfast on his own.

After finishing breakfast, Jiang Jing drove to Xingchen Technology with Zhou Wanqin and Lin Hong.

As the boss, he felt it was time to occasionally make an appearance and boost his presence.

By the way, he also wanted to tell Jiang Yan about the game he had prepared earlier.

Of course, he had always been thinking about Jiang Yan, this capable and stunningly beautiful CEO.

In the company, Jiang Jing's appearance immediately caused a small commotion.

Seeing this elusive boss, the employees' eyes all revealed excitement and admiration.

However, everyone who could enter Xingchen Technology was an elite with high standards, so they didn't crowd around him. Instead, they offered their respects with eager gazes, silently expressing their admiration for this young Academician and tech titan.

Jiang Jing nodded in response with a smile and walked straight toward Jiang Yan's office.

He knocked on the door, and from inside came Jiang Yan's familiar, cold voice: "Come in."

Jiang Jing pushed the door open and entered, only to see Jiang Yan buried in a pile of documents, her delicate brows slightly furrowed, focusing on reviewing them. She didn't even lift her head, just habitually saying: "Just put the documents on the table, I'll look at them later."

Watching this scene before him, a trace of heartache and guilt couldn't help but well up in Jiang Jing's heart.

He was indeed an incompetent Boss Jiang, having pressed almost all the heavy burdens onto Jiang Yan's shoulders while he acted as a hands-off manager.

He gave a light cough.

Only then did Jiang Yan lift her head from the documents.

When she saw clearly that it was Jiang Jing standing at the doorway with a smile on his face, she was visibly stunned.

Immediately after, those cold eyes instantly burst forth with a complex light.

There was surprise, there was longing, but even more so, there was resentment…

She put down her pen, leaned back in her chair, and spoke in a tone like a resentful woman abandoned by Jiang Jing: "Boss Jiang, you've finally decided to show up? I thought you had already forgotten about the company."

Jiang Jing felt a bit embarrassed by her words and gave two dry laughs: "Ahem… um, I really did have some things to take care of earlier, I went abroad for a trip."

Jiang Yan narrowed her beautiful eyes, her face written with the words [Do you think I believe you].

She knew all about this boss's romantic affairs.

Abroad?

I'm afraid he went off messing around with other women again…

PS: Thanks to [Riding a Snail Naked] for the Inspiration Capsule.

PS: Thanks to [The Tiny Night Flowing Cloud Daoist] for the two Update Request Talismans.