Chapter 155: Stinky Guy, I'll Pretend I Saw Nothing
"What do you mean?" Yang Jing looked curious. "Could they foresee the future?"
"It's simple. If someone wanted to secretly protect us, what would she do?" Zhang Yang said thoughtfully.
"You mean Qiao Xier?" Yang Jing frowned slightly, immediately understanding what he meant.
"Who else could it be besides that girl?" Zhang Yang paid the taxi fare and got out. He looked behind them; in the dim night, cars streamed by endlessly. Among them, there might be one quietly following, with someone inside secretly guarding him and Yang Jing.
That girl had silently done so much for him—it must have been hard for her, especially since she probably didn't want her family to know.
Back in the room, Yang Jing took off her down jacket, leaving only a pair of low-waist blue jeans and a tight black sweater.
She'd obviously had a lot to drink, her fair cheeks tinged with a faint blush. But instead of showering, she sat on the bed, absentmindedly clicking around on Zhang Yang's laptop while murmuring, half to herself and half as if explaining, "I was supposed to meet some classmates tonight, but that guy suddenly showed up out of nowhere. It's been years, and I didn't expect him to turn into someone like that. It's terrifying."
Zhang Yang smiled. "It's not that he's changed. It's your perspective on people that's changed."
"Huh?" Yang Jing glanced at him, stretched her arms up, and twisted her slender waist. "What do you mean?"
Zhang Yang couldn't help but glance at her. A mature beauty like her had a killer figure. Both Yang sisters were long-legged types, and her jeans made her legs look even longer—it was hard not to be tempted.
"If the person who crashed the party had been someone you liked, would you still have found it annoying?" Zhang Yang said lightly. People were just like that—once you disliked someone, everything they did rubbed you the wrong way.
Yang Jing tilted her head, thought for a moment, looked at Zhang Yang, then smiled and nodded. "That's true. If it were before, I probably wouldn't have felt disgusted. I'd just think an uninteresting person joined us."
As she said that, a thought popped into her mind—if it were Zhang Yang instead… she might actually look forward to it.
Oh no, why does my face feel so hot all of a sudden?
Don't tell me I'm starting to have feelings for this kid?
No way, I'm his sister! Just thinking about it is embarrassing! She covered her cheeks with her hands, afraid he'd notice her blush.
"Uh… you—" As Yang Jing kept clicking, she suddenly saw several explicit photos pop up on Zhang Yang's desktop—naked men and women going wild. The people in the photos were Zhang Yang and Xu Danlu, with her sitting on top of him in a reverse lotus position, complete with captions: "Goddess Sitting on the Lotus"?
Yang Jing only took one glance before her face turned bright red. This guy—after I went to the bar, was he in the hotel jerking off to these photos?
God, why do I keep seeing his thing—last night, tonight, twice already!
When Zhang Yang saw her freeze up, he leaned over and instantly felt a thunderbolt strike him. His face darkened. He'd been video chatting with Gao Qi earlier, and that big-breasted woman had sent him several HD photos she'd secretly taken of him and Lulu having sex.
And to be honest, he'd even gotten a little excited back then…
But damn it, he'd been in such a rush to rescue Yang Jing that he forgot to close the photos!
He hurriedly snatched the laptop back, flustered. "Sis… can you just pretend you didn't see anything?"
"I… I… I didn't see anything." Yang Jing's face turned crimson. She grabbed a bathrobe and bolted to the bathroom.
"I'm taking a shower!"
Although she was a doctor and had seen plenty of things, this was different. The person in question was right in front of her. She was at the perfect age, but her body had never been touched.
She drew the curtain tightly this time. Zhang Yang could hear the sound of running water and the soft friction of her delicate hands scrubbing her skin, and it made him itch inside.
But he didn't dare think too much. To distract himself, he called Qiao Xier. He didn't mention Li Momo, but she brought it up herself.
"Don't be mad, okay? I just didn't want you to overthink, but I guess you've figured it out by now." Qiao Xier's voice was hesitant, not like her usual confident self.
"Silly girl, why would I be mad?" Zhang Yang checked the time. "It's late, go to bed early."
"Mm. Oh, right—Gao Qi's father will be one of the first official clinical trial patients for Lingguang One tomorrow." Qiao Xier paused for a moment, then asked softly, "Will you be able to come back by then?"
"Tomorrow?" Zhang Yang froze. Time had flown by—Lingguang One was already ready for launch. He thought it'd take at least another month. "Got it. I'll fly back in the morning."
After hanging up, he called Lulu to let her know he was safe. Her recovery was going well—she could already walk around, and in a week, she'd be discharged.
Lastly, he called Gao Qi. The big-breasted woman insisted on a video chat. Seeing that he wasn't hurt, she gave a wicked grin, pulled open her robe, revealing her huge white breasts, and teased, "Sir, care to continue?"
Zhang Yang shivered. His body immediately reacted. He glanced toward the bathroom; the water had stopped. That meant Yang Jing had finished and could walk out any second.
So even if he wanted to let loose… he had to hold it in.
"Ahem… when did you take those photos of me and Lulu?" Zhang Yang quickly muted the call. Thinking about it made him both itchy and speechless. That woman—had they even done a threesome once?
"Hehe, I've got plenty of those. Full sets. Even videos. I've got two phones, you know." Gao Qi shamelessly massaged her breasts, then suddenly pulled her robe shut and typed, "Want them?"
"You're dead. I'll deal with you when I get back."
"I'll spread my legs and wait for you… oh, and why not voice call? Don't you know how precious my slender fingers are?" Gao Qi didn't realize Yang Jing was in the same room, so she was typing wildly.
"Talking about serious stuff with Sister Yang Jing here!" Zhang Yang glanced toward the bathroom. Still no sound—she was probably about to come out.
"Oh, I'm just teasing. If you're that horny, go push Sister Jing down. That gorgeous body shouldn't go to waste—don't let some other guy have her."
"Enough. I'll visit your dad tomorrow. Did Sister Qiao tell you?"
Gao Qi noticed he changed the subject. Though she wanted to keep teasing him, her face turned serious as she adjusted her robe. "Yeah, she did."
"Don't worry, Qi-jie. I'll make sure your father wakes up."
"Thank you, Yangzi." Gao Qi looked genuinely moved.
"You're nuts… if you're that grateful, just offer your body instead!" Seeing her suddenly serious expression gave Zhang Yang goosebumps.
"Heh, aside from my ass, is there any part of me you haven't had? Anytime, anywhere!" Gao Qi instantly returned to her wild self.
Just as their chat was heating up, Zhang Yang suddenly heard the bathroom door slide open.
"Zhang Yang… um, can you help me with something…" At the bathroom door, Yang Jing peeked out, her face flushed, her expression shy and hesitant.
"What is it?" Zhang Yang quickly sent a message to Gao Qi: "Talk tomorrow!" and closed the chat.