Seeing Wang Yuyan looking as if she were trying to hide the obvious.
Jiang Cheng pulled a faint smile. "So that's how it is. Last night I seemed to dream about Manager Wang; the two of us even… What a pity—it was only a dream. All that joy for nothing."
When Wang Yuyan heard Jiang Cheng say this, her heart started to pound.
Did his words mean he was hoping for it too?
Seeing Wang Yuyan bite her lower lip shyly, eyes sparkling as she looked at him.
Jiang Cheng gave a playful smile, turned, and walked straight into the bathroom to wash up.
He always kept one iron rule of a good man in mind: never take the initiative, never refuse.
He had said as much as needed; the rest depended on how well Wang Yuyan understood.
By the time Jiang Cheng finished brushing his teeth, Wang Yuyan had already laid out breakfast.
Considerately, she served Jiang Cheng a bowl of light vegetable-and-pork congee.
Once he'd finished it, Wang Yuyan volunteered, "Mr. Jiang, you drank so much last night; your body must feel depleted. I've just learned a new massage technique—shall I give you a rubdown?"
Such a great perk—Jiang Cheng naturally nodded and agreed wholeheartedly.
"Then… shall we go to the bed?" Wang Yuyan asked shyly, testing the waters.
"Of course. I'll trouble you, Manager Wang."
With that, Jiang Cheng stretched lazily and strode into the bedroom.
Looks like it's time for some post-meal exercise.
After Jiang Cheng lay down, Wang Yuyan—right behind him—kicked off her shoes, climbed onto the bed, and knelt beside him.
She took a deep breath, gave a bewitching smile, and began naturally massaging Jiang Cheng's arm.
Just as Jiang Cheng was wondering whether this massage was a bit too proper, Wang Yuyan suddenly shifted, turning her back to him.
The fatal discovery: under her housekeeper uniform she wasn't wearing safety shorts.
Jiang Cheng nodded in satisfaction—at last he'd met someone who rejected that anti-human design called safety shorts.
To think Wang Yuyan trusted him so much.
Fortunately, he was a man who'd weathered many storms.
With formidable willpower he forced "Little Brother" to calm down.
Just as Jiang Cheng was about to lose control, Wang Yuyan suddenly turned back and asked, "Mr. Jiang, how does it feel?"
"Absolutely perfect—full marks. Manager Wang, you're very professional; I can barely stand it."
"Thank you, Mr. Jiang. Actually, this is my first time. I'm so happy to earn your praise. Next, let me work on your shoulders."
After a while her expression turned troubled; she stopped, blushed, and asked, "Mr. Jiang, this position is a bit awkward—may I change it?"
Hearing this, Jiang Cheng gave an approachable smile.
He nodded solemnly. "Of course—do as you like."
With a charming smile Wang Yuyan sat straight onto Jiang Cheng's thighs and began slowly kneading his shoulders with her small hands.
Her feigned composure melted; her heart started to thud.
Eyes reddening, Jiang Cheng caught Wang Yuyan's soft little hands.
"Manager Wang, how about we change location?"
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