典型 of using gentleness to overco strength.
It turns out that the ti spent in Shen Zhou was not in vain.
But how did she end up in Korea?
Boss Jiang didn’t bother to ask such trivial questions.
Even though her career focus was in Shen Zhou, Korea was still her hotown.
Is returning ho such a rare thing?
Don’t think that just because soone seems honest, you can manipulate them at will.
Even a rabbit will bite when cornered.
Every honest person will have their breaking point eventually.
At this mont, Jin Zhuxuan sowhat exudes that very feeling.
She left her ho to develop her career in Shen Zhou, and it has been two years now, hundreds of days and nights. Although soone has kept their promise, protecting her career and future from all sides.
But after all, she is not a man, but a woman!
Won, in the end, are emotional creatures. Apart from a few exceptions, most do not have a strong career drive, so besides work support, they need emotional care.
And what did Boss Jiang do.
Indeed, he was strictly professional, worlds apart from the wealthy conglorates of Korea, without any harassnt, and up to this point, the number of their etings could be counted on two hands.
If you put yourself in her shoes, it hasn’t been easy for her to remain quiet for so long.
Just like her heartfelt question earlier.
Is she really, that inadequate?
"Splash..."
Jin Zhuxuan actually didn’t an to do anything, but in such a scenario, she cupped the warm water from the pool with her hands and gently splashed it on Jiang Chen. She truly regarded herself as one of the beauties here—even though she lacked experience and her technique was clumsy, she was wholeheartedly, diligently providing service.
Not to ntion feeling uncomfortable, Boss Jiang in the bath certainly was not enjoying himself.
Jin Zhuxuan, who had always been gentle and obedient, suddenly turned so "assertive," a contrast that caught him sowhat off-guard and at a loss.
Undeniably.
It must have been Xu Kuan and Xing Jie’s doing.
She is not like the sorceress Fujiwara Reiki, lacking such wide-reaching powers.
As a boss, he couldn’t be manipulated by his own artist, so Jiang Chen tried to regain control, with a low, authoritative voice.
"Xing Jie and Xu Kuan will be severely punished."
Such lack of chivalry.
In this situation, clearly a private matter between the two, yet using external threats.
Isn’t this taking advantage of her kindness?
The delicate hand massaging his shoulder paused briefly, and then, as if having made a decision, continued to massage as if nothing happened.
"Oh."
Oh?
Oh what?
Is it over just like that?
According to the normal plot, shouldn’t there be an anxious apology pleading for understanding?
Jiang Chen didn’t expect this, and after a mont of silence, intensified the intimidation: "I will make them leave Seoul, and you won’t be able to see them again."
"Oh."
The person behind him uttered another oh, completely indifferent and not taking the bait.
This undoubtedly left Boss Jiang feeling sowhat... awkward.
A miscalculation.
Or a case of oversimplifying things.
As it turns out, there’s no such thing as an easy woman.
"What happened has already happened. Even if I leave now, it won’t change Mr. Xu and Mr. Xing’s ’mistakes’ in Mr. Jiang’s eyes, so, I cannot let them down, or let their hard work go to waste."
Why does she seem more resolute?
Let down.
Hard work.
Jiang Chen was truly at a loss, not wishing to join the ranks of the morally corrupt conglorates, yet sohow ended up as the dragon being jointly confronted?
"Are you sure you won’t leave?"
Might as well stop beating around the bush.
No answer ca from behind, only orderly movents indicating the answer.
Oddly enough, after practicing for a while, she gradually adapted, the technique beca smoother, and her hands ward up, no longer cold.
"Then you will be transferred back to Korea soon."
Jiang Chen played his trump card.
Still taking advantage of her gentle personality.
If faced with soone tougher and more aggressive, he wouldn’t be afraid they’d choke him to death.
"Even if Mr. Jiang were to kill , I won’t leave today!"
Jin Zhuxuan spoke each word with intense clarity, revealing her determination. Entering this room was already a breakthrough for her. Under the provocative spark fanned by soone, she lost control of her emotions, going all out.
She withdrew her hand, opened a box nearby, took out an unknown bottle, and applied it to Jiang Chen’s back, this ti getting even closer, skin rubbing, even feeling sporadic mysterious softness and elasticity on his back.
Jiang Chen, with all his cards out, found himself out of options, no longer feigning authority, softening his tone.
"Have you forgotten why you agreed to leave here with in the first place."
Jin Zhuxuan remained silent, as if engrossed in the task at hand.
"Was it not to escape such wickedness and decay, why now voluntarily..."
Jiang Chen tried to remind her but was abruptly interrupted.
"Because I am willing."
Firmly resolute.
Powerfully impactful.
Indeed.
The difference between voluntary and forced.
Just like what Boss Jiang emphasized to Xu Kuan and Xing Jie earlier.
Voluntarily working here, performing, versus being compelled to work here, performing, is a world of difference, isn’t it?
The touch on his back grew increasingly vivid and intense, yet Jiang Chen managed to maintain his composure unbelievably.
"I don’t need you to repay like this, nor do you owe anyone; you have already generated profit for the company."
Boss Jiang considered her response a sign of gratitude, but he clearly misunderstood.
"I am not repaying a favor!"
With that said.
"Clunk."
Water splashed high.
Ripples spread out.
No need for Boss Jiang to turn around; she had entered the water herself.
The pool was not deep, half a person’s height, Jiang Chen was sitting in it, the warm water just perfectly reaching his chest.
Jin Zhuxuan waded through the water, moving in front of Jiang Chen, water droplets on her exquisite face, like a pear blossom kissed by dew.
Jiang Chen paused.
Not srized by her beauty, but surprised at her brazenness.
Everyone has a mont they don’t want to be themselves.
Or rather.
The mont they desire to follow their true heart.
Jin Zhuxuan raised her hand, pulling off the hair tie she used for convenient massaging, casually tossing it aside, the hair tie slowly sinking in the pool, she then shook her head, her black, silky hair dancing in the steamy mist, creating a captivating visual display.
Due to being soaked, the sheer dress clung tightly to her body, originally lacking coverage, now further diminished, Jiang Chen having a clear view of her milk-like skin, the prominent peaks, and... the outline of her undergarnts.
Eyes locked.
Ti seed to stand still at this mont.
Wet strands of hair gently descended, like rain onto enviously sharp shoulders, the brave soul showcasing her allure took another small step forward, the surrounding water forming rippling circles.
"Mr. Jiang, am I not beautiful?"
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