The young lady hired me to help her and the young master have an online romance.

Chapter 131 "Quick, call 120... I can't take it anymore!"

Hearing him say that, Jiang Wan didn't hold back.

She used a bit of force with her mouth, determined to bite him hard.

But what she didn't know was that her act of venting her anger not only failed to serve as a punishment, but also excited the person who bit her.

Shang Shixu's heart rate accelerated, and the stinging pain brought a tiny electric current that quickly traveled from his shoulder to his limbs and bones.

It hurts, but I want her to bite me hard!

Leave behind a trace that belongs only to her.

Jiang Wan tasted a hint of blood through her silk nightgown. She relaxed her grip and looked up at him.

The man lowered his eyes and met her gaze.

"Not biting anymore?"

Seeing his carefree attitude, Jiang Wan choked up, her face full of regret for not making him cry out in pain.

She muttered resentfully.

"You didn't even cry out in pain."

Before he could finish speaking, the man fell to one side, clutching his shoulder with his palm, his expression pained.

"Quick, call 120... I'm dying!"

Jiang Wan: "..."

There's no need to act like that.

Jiang Wan was about to get up when he suddenly scooped her up, pulled her into his arms, and pressed her down with his leg.

His ambiguous breath sprayed onto her lips.

"Trying to run away after being bitten?"

"Let me kiss you, since I'm going along with you."

He still didn't give Jiang Wan a chance to refuse, and kissed her after he finished speaking.

His hot tongue plunged into her mouth, teasing her without restraint.

His hot palms pressed and kneaded her lower back.

The faint sounds were muffled in her mouth, and Jiang Wan trembled uncontrollably.

After a deep kiss, Shang Shixu stopped on his own.

He held her in his arms quietly.

He pressed his chin against the top of her head, desperately suppressing the restlessness within her.

Self-control is a required course.

Shang Shixu believed he could get a high score.

Jiang Wan was caught in a dilemma, her face flushed as she buried her face in his chest and breathed softly.

Well, she's starting to get a taste for it...

Just as I calmed down, I heard a cell phone ringing in the living room.

"Brother, I'm going to answer this phone."

Shang Shixu released his hand, and Jiang Wan got up and quickly went outside to answer it.

My brother's excited voice immediately came through the receiver.

"Sis, I passed! I passed!"

Jiang Feng's loud voice came in like a bolt of lightning.

Jiang Wan froze for a second, then her mind went blank for a second. "You passed?!"

"Yes! I just checked! My total score exceeded last year's admission line for my first-choice university by more than 30 points!"

Jiang Wan gripped her phone tightly, too happy to know what to say.

"If it's more than thirty points over, then it's definitely a sure thing!"

"It's safe! It's safe!!!"

Jiang Feng across from him was jumping around like a happy little dog.

Jiang Wan smiled, "Have you told Mom and Dad?"

Jiang Feng: Not yet, I plan to go to the store tonight and talk to them in person.

"I wonder how happy my parents will be~"

Jiang Wan could almost picture her parents' excitement. "I'll go to the shop with you tonight."

"Okay, by the way, sis, where are you now?"

Jiang Wan glanced at Shang Shixu, who had followed her out.

The man leaned back on the sofa, one leg crossed over the other, looking at her with a half-smile.

"...at a friend's house."

"Which friend?"

You don't know him.

"Okay, I have something to do, I'll hang up now."

Jiang Wan hung up the phone in time, and Shang Shixu spoke.

"Should I send a congratulatory gift to my future brother-in-law?"

"No need! If my brother finds out I'm dating, he'll definitely tell our parents."

"All right."

After dinner, Shang Shixu dropped Jiang Wan off at her apartment building and then drove back to the city.

The house won't be ready until tomorrow, so I'll surprise her again tomorrow night.

*

The next day, at eight o'clock in the morning.

Jiang Wan received a text message.

The exhibited artwork has been revised; please pick up the new artwork at my residence at 3 PM this afternoon.

Sender's note: Teacher Bai Mu

After reading the message, Jiang Wan sighed deeply.

Life is just working hard for nothing.

She has completed fifteen works and hopes that the changes will not be too significant.

In the afternoon, the sky was overcast.

The clouds hung low, like a wet gray sponge, threatening rain at any moment.

Jiang Wan got out of the ride-hailing car, walked to the French-style villa, and rang the doorbell.

After waiting for a while, no one opened the door.

She pressed it again.

A few seconds later, the door opened.

The man was wearing a wrinkled navy blue shirt with some white paint smeared on his chest.

His face was pale, and there were dark circles under his eyes.

He looks like he hasn't had enough rest.

He opened the door and immediately turned around and walked inside.

Jiang Wan followed behind him, changing into slippers as she had done last time, and went to the living room.

The man took a brown paper bag from the bookshelf and handed it to him.

"New draft."

Jiang Wan took the painting and opened it, finding five works inside.

Looking at them one by one, not many changes were made.

Thank goodness.

The man spoke again.

"Hand it all over to me in three days."

"it is good."

Jiang Wan nodded and carefully put the drawing back into the kraft paper bag.

"Teacher Bai Mu, I'll be going now."

The man stood still and hummed in response.

Jiang Wan went to the entryway to change her shoes and was about to leave when a muffled thud came from the living room.

"Thump!"

She peeked out and saw that the person who had been perfectly fine just moments before was now lying on the ground.

Jiang Wan didn't even bother to change her shoes before rushing over and crouching down beside him. "What's wrong?"

"...low blood sugar."

He responded in a barely audible voice.

Jiang Wan breathed a sigh of relief, reached out and grabbed his arm, trying to pull him up.

Although he was half a head taller than her, he was rather thin.

With his help, Jiang Wan easily helped him to the sofa.

The man closed his eyes, leaned back on the sofa, and looked even worse than before.

Jiang Wan quickly went to the kitchen.

There was hardly any food visible to the naked eye; it was as clean as a showroom.

Jiang Wan opened the cupboard, which contained only pots, pans, and dishes.

Do artists not cook?

I guess someone delivers his meals, but I don't know why they didn't today.

Jiang Wan opened the refrigerator, and inside there was some water and half a jar of honey.

I checked the expiration date and there are still two months left.

Finally, something usable.

Jiang Wan took out the honey and a water glass.

After rinsing clean, dissolve the honey in warm water.

She walked back to the sofa with the cup in her hand, bent down, and handed it to him.

"Drink some honey water."

Jiang Yubai opened his eyes and looked at Jiang Wan in a daze.

Although the girl was bending over, she maintained the appropriate social distance from him.

He propped himself up, gripped the cup, and took a sip.

The warm, sweet liquid flows down the throat and into the stomach, as if injecting a burst of energy into the brain.

Jiang Yubai held the cup and slowly finished drinking.

Jiang Wan stood up straight and waited silently.

Two minutes later, the man finished drinking and put down the glass.

"Thanks."

The sound was clearer than before.

Jiang Wan: "You're welcome. You haven't eaten today, have you?"

"I was drawing, I forgot." Jiang Yubai leaned back on the sofa.

Upon hearing this, a thought flashed through Jiang Wan's mind: Health is the foundation of everything; no matter how hard you work, you can't forget to eat.

But Jiang Wan swallowed those words.

As an employee, it's best not to interfere in your boss's affairs.

Jiang Wan replied politely.

"Okay, teacher, please take good care of yourself."

As soon as he finished speaking, a crackling sound came from outside the French windows, and a fierce wind and rain howled between heaven and earth.

Jiang Wan glanced out the window, frowned, and turned to look at Bai Mu.

"Could I borrow your umbrella?"

The man looked up at her, a flicker of emotion in his eyes, and then pointed to the cabinet next to him.

Jiang Wan didn't understand the look in his eyes, but she understood the gesture.

This is to let her go get it herself.

I walked over and opened the cabinet. Inside were two identical black long-handled umbrellas.

He took out a handful and thanked him.

"Thank you, I will bring it to you when I submit the manuscript in three days."

Jiang Wan opened the door and left.

Jiang Yubai leaned back on the sofa and turned his head to look at the floor-to-ceiling window.

A girl carrying a brown paper bag and holding an umbrella walked past the floor-to-ceiling window.

Raindrops hit the umbrella, splashing up tiny droplets.

Her figure quickly disappeared.

Jiang Yubai looked away, glancing at the empty water glass, a strange feeling passing through his heart.

Instead of staying because of the weather, they voluntarily borrowed an umbrella and left.

They were far more measured than he had imagined.

It seems she can not only be his writer, but also his assistant.

Jiang Yubai picked up his phone and called the studio.

......

The rain grew heavier, and large raindrops pounded on the umbrella, sounding like someone was drumming on your head.

Jiang Wan stood under the eaves at the entrance of the residential area, her skirt already soaked through, clinging to her calves, feeling cool and damp.

She held the paper bag in her arms and pressed the edge of the umbrella even lower.

I tried to call a car on my phone, but it took more than ten minutes to get one.

Seeing that the rain showed no signs of abating, Jiang Wan called Shang Shixu.

It rang three times before being answered.

"Missing me?"

His casual voice rang out.

Jiang Wan pursed her lips. "I'm currently outside. Would it be convenient for you to pick me up and take me to my apartment, brother?"

Shang Shixu's voice carried a hint of tension.

"Where?"