Chapter 177: Peeping? Sis Will Kill You!
"What condition?" Seeing Zhang Yang's burning gaze, Yang Jing's just-calmed pretty face flushed again. This stinky guy was definitely not thinking about anything good.
Zhang Yang turned his head to look ahead, smiled faintly without answering directly, and said, "Sister Jing, Teacher Yang Fei should still be able to talk to you a bit, right?"
"Hm?" Yang Jing turned her head to the other side. She was now somewhat afraid to meet Zhang Yang's eyes. It made her feel awkward. Thinking of that night when she helped him, she couldn't help but feel a strange absurdity. Since she clearly knew there could never be anything between them, why did she do that kind of thing for him?
What was even more unforgivable was that it all seemed to have been initiated by herself. If this stinky guy had no interest in her, wouldn't that be embarrassingly tragic?
The more she thought about it, the more she regretted it. It was all because she drank too much that night with her classmates. Otherwise, she would've never done something like that. In the end, she could only give herself a barely acceptable reason.
Now she must not act too obvious, or this stinky guy might think she's easy to seduce.
Thinking about it, she straightened herself up and nodded, saying, "Yes, Feifei is at home now. She can barely say a few words with Grandpa and me, but even if the two of us add up, it's probably less than half of what she talks to you. What's the point of that?"
"Of course it's useful, Sister Jing. Here's my condition: how about you move into the villa too?" Zhang Yang turned to glance at her and smiled as he explained, "See, if you move in, Teacher Yang Fei will be there too. That way, you'll have more chances to meet. The more you meet, the more naturally you'll communicate. The more you communicate, the easier it'll be to break the ice between you two."
"Move in?" Yang Jing pressed her rosy lips together, glanced sideways at Zhang Yang—so that's what this guy wanted.
Just moments ago, she had been foolishly thinking: if he asked her to sleep with him for a night or let him touch her once, how would she respond?
Maybe, in a moment of heat, she'd actually agree.
But now he wanted her to move in—what did that mean? For convenience? If she lived so close, wouldn't it be easy for him to sneak up on her?
Thinking that, her face took on a subtly meaningful expression as she probed, "Is that really your goal?"
"Of course. Otherwise, what did Sister Jing think my intentions were?" Zhang Yang replied without blushing or skipping a beat.
"Your intentions…" Yang Jing bit her lips and clenched her pink fist against the car door. This stinky guy definitely didn't have pure motives. If… if he wanted her to move in just to hit on her, who knows.
This stinky guy even dared to ask her that on purpose—trying to trick her? No way.
"How should I know what your intentions are? But what excuse would I have to move in? If Feifei thinks I did it just to get close to her, she might get suspicious and move out."
"The excuse is simple," Zhang Yang replied without turning his head. "You're the Operations Director of the Nuwa Company's Cancer Rehabilitation Center. All the core members of Nuwa Company live there. Isn't that perfectly reasonable?"
"Then why haven't I seen a single man move in? It's all stunningly beautiful women in there. It looks more like the emperor's harem than a company residence." Though Yang Jing thought his reasoning made sense, on second thought, everyone living there was a beauty. It felt like that villa was this stinky guy's royal harem. If she moved in, wouldn't she be one of his concubines?
"Well… fine, let's not force Sister Jing. But if you really want Teacher Yang Fei and your father to make up, this might be your only option."
Yang Jing pouted and stayed silent. Of course, she was mulling over Zhang Yang's words.
It did seem like a good opportunity. If she hadn't messed around with Zhang Yang that night, she might've already moved in without hesitation. But now, no matter what, it would be awkward.
After thinking for a long while, her wish to reconcile Yang Fei and her father finally won out. She glanced at Zhang Yang and asked, "Then can you promise me that Feifei won't get mad and move out after I move in?"
"That's why I said it's an opportunity. Whether it works or not depends on luck," Zhang Yang said, feeling relieved. From her tone, he could tell this gorgeous, mature Sister Jing had basically agreed to move in. "But I can promise you I'll do everything I can to make Teacher Yang Fei stay."
"Fine, I'll trust you this once. But you have to give me a promise." Yang Jing clenched her fists tightly.
Zhang Yang looked at her curiously and asked, "Promise what?"
"You know what!" Yang Jing said, blushing.
Zhang Yang immediately understood but still put on a serious face. "Honestly, I don't… ah, come on, I'm driving, Sister Jing."
Yang Jing pinched him hard, then said angrily, "Now you know!"
"Got it, got it. I promise I won't peek at Sister Jing when you're taking a bath again."
"What? You… when did you peek at me taking a bath?" Yang Jing's brain froze, and she sat there racking her memory. After a while, she suddenly realized—oh right, that night the bathroom curtain wasn't fully closed.
This stinky guy must've seen through that gap. Damn it, he saw everything! I can't live anymore—he knows every inch of my body now!
Thinking of that, her face turned beet red. Feeling extremely indignant, she suddenly reached over and viciously pinched the softest parts of his thigh and waist.
"You bastard! Pervert! Stinky brat! How dare you peek at your Sister Jing taking a bath! I'll kill you!"
"Ah! Sister Jing, I'm driving! You don't want us to die in a crash, do you?" The reason Zhang Yang dared to bring up the peeping incident was because a woman like Yang Jing, who was currently deeply conflicted, would only get more hesitant over time. In the end, moral restraints might bury her feelings completely, and then he'd lose his chance.
So he decided to take the bold route and go all in. He was already too far gone to turn back—either go all the way or be condemned by everyone forever.
He didn't care what others thought. Yang Jing was his woman now—no one was taking her away. He had to hold her tight. His current ability might be limited, but he didn't care about the chaos outside, only about keeping his own world calm.
"Besides, Sister Jing," Zhang Yang twisted to dodge her claws, "you've seen all of me too, haven't you? We're even now."
"Even my ass we are!" The more Yang Jing thought about it, the more embarrassed she got. This stinky guy was way too much. What should she do now?
"Then what should I do, Sister Jing?" Zhang Yang asked quietly, sneaking a glance at her from the corner of his eye. "Just marry me, and it'll all be fine."
"Marry you?… I'll strangle you!" Yang Jing was even more upset now. He clearly knew it was impossible and still teased her about it.
"Come on, Sister Jing, I'm serious," Zhang Yang said suddenly in a very serious tone.
"No!" Yang Jing rejected immediately, glared at Zhang Yang, bit her lip hard, and snapped, "You think I'm stupid? You've got not just Qiao Xier and Xu Danlu, but also Gao Qi! I bet you've already done that kind of thing with all of them! If I marry you, I might as well jump into a fire pit!"
"Then what should I do?" Zhang Yang looked at her with a blank face.
"Hmph!" Yang Jing snorted hard and turned her head away. "What can I do? You've already bullied me like this. I'll forgive you this time, but there won't be a next!"
"Got it, Sister Jing. Next time we book a hotel, we'll skip the ones with curtains."
"You… you're still trying to take advantage of me!" Yang Jing's anger flared. She raised her pink fist to hit him, but seeing he was driving, she had to release it in frustration. When she reached to grab him, he dodged, and her hand landed somewhere else—she froze. She'd just grabbed that thing.
Even though she'd handled it before, reaching out now still felt weird. Especially after all that serious talk—her dignity as a woman was completely ruined by this brat.
Thinking of that, she went all in, grabbed it hard once, then let go. "Hmph! From now on, we're even. Don't you dare set your sights on your Sister Jing again, got it?"
Zhang Yang grimaced in pain but also felt a strange sense of pleasure. It was both agony and bliss. Yang Jing hadn't really used all her strength—she must've gone easy on him toward the end.
Still, Zhang Yang gave her a pitiful look and said, "Sister Jing… you've already crippled me. Even if I wanted to do something to you, I couldn't."
Yang Jing was speechless and turned her head away. She knew exactly how much force she'd used. This stinky guy was just trying to take advantage again.
In the end, Zhang Yang never actually promised to stop hitting on her, and Yang Jing could only play dumb.
When they finally arrived at the airport, just before getting out of the car, she muttered, "Then come help me move my luggage tonight."
"Yes, ma'am!" Zhang Yang grinned inwardly. The beautiful Sister Jing had finally agreed—an excellent sign.
"Then let's go pick up Xi Chen," Zhang Yang said, pulling out a crookedly made sign that read "Welcome Xi Chen Jinglan." The handwriting was Gao Qi's.
Seeing those characters, Zhang Yang thought maybe appointing her as the administrative director had been a mistake. Shouldn't an admin director at least have decent handwriting? My God.
But for now, desperate times called for desperate measures.
Dragging the sign, he headed toward the exit, glanced back at the gorgeous Sister Jing leisurely following in her boots, and muttered, "Sister Jing, just one question."
"What?"
"Is your period over yet?"