Power and Wealth

Chapter 1404: Old Lady woke up again

Squeak.

The bedroom door opened.

Footsteps echoed in the living room, getting closer gradually.

Dong Xuebing had his back to the door and couldn't see anyone, but he could hear the sound of slippers approaching, clicking, clicking, getting closer.

It was heading towards the bathroom.

The old lady did go to the bathroom.

After the bathroom door closed, Dong Xuebing dared to open his eyes. He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and upon seeing Jiang Fangfang so close, he noticed that her bright eyes were also open. Dong Xuebing's eyes met hers, and Jiang Fangfang's gaze was calm. There was no change. It was Dong Xuebing, who couldn't hold their gaze and quickly moved back a bit. He was too hasty when he entered the quilt, and both legs got entangled with Sister Jiang's thighs. He quickly pulled his legs back, letting his feet slip out of Sister Jiang's plush autumn pants. When he finally removed his foot, the other foot accidentally brushed against some exposed flesh. It wasn't the feel of fabric; evidently, it was Sister Jiang's foot, exposed outside the autumn pants. Dong Xuebing didn't feel much about Sister Jiang, but his foot trembled subconsciously.

So smooth.

And a little cool.

Dong Xuebing savored Sister Jiang's foot for a moment while retreating.

"Don't move back."

"Ah."

"The quilt isn't that big."

"Oh, then I'll come closer."ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ ɴo(v)elꜰɪre.ɴet

Dong Xuebing withdrew, mainly afraid that Jiang Fangfang would be displeased. Since Sister Jiang had spoken, he moved a bit closer. He didn't mind at all; he even liked it. So, he moved his buttocks, and he shifted a little closer to Sister Jiang. The exposed back and Jiang Fangfang's warm quilt once again enveloped the buttocks. It was warm inside the quilt, and Dong Xuebing felt warm in his heart.

Sharing a quilt with the County Mayor.

Sharing a quilt with a beautiful female leader.

What kind of treatment was this? He couldn't help but feel excited.

Dong Xuebing's breathing became slightly faster. He didn't want things to develop with Jiang Fangfang, so he tried to suppress it and closed his eyes, controlling his congested head.

Take a deep breath; don't get too excited.

Dong Xuebing calmed down a bit.

Suddenly, the bathroom door made a sound and opened again.

A somewhat unsteady pace came shuffling out.

Dong Xuebing thought, "Please go back to your room and sleep. I've silently prayed several times." Unfortunately, the old lady's footsteps stopped behind Dong Xuebing. The next moment, with a huff, Dong Xuebing felt the quilt on his feet being pulled and covering his exposed foot. Then, he felt the quilt on his back tighten a bit. The old lady noticed they hadn't covered themselves properly, so she covered them with the quilt.

Dong Xuebing didn't dare to move.

Jiang Fangfang probably pretended to be asleep, not making any sound.

Then, the slippers echoed again, and Dong Xuebing heard some movement on the sofa behind him. It seemed like the old lady had picked up the quilt. She muttered to herself in a low voice, "If the quilt is too big, just fold it up. Why put it on the sofa? Look at this laziness, such a simple task." After that, the footsteps walked about ten steps. There was a creak, and the cabinet door not far behind made a sound like the quilt had been put away.

After a while.

The bedroom door finally closed, and the old lady returned to sleep.

Dong Xuebing breathed a sigh of relief. Turning around, he looked at the sofa under the moonlight. Sure enough, his quilt had been removed, and the sofa was empty.

Well, this was great.

Dong Xuebing reluctantly got up.

Jiang Fangfang probably also noticed, and she said softly from behind, "I forgot. My mom is getting old; sometimes, she gets up at night. Well, it's probably over now. The quilt"

"No need for the quilt."

"It's raining today, and it's cold."

"You know my physical fitness."

"Okay, fine. There are a few cushions there. If it doesn't work for you, just cover yourself. If I take the quilt now, my mom will notice something is wrong. I'm sorry for the inconvenience."

"I'm fine. I'll go then."

Dong Xuebing sat up reluctantly and left Jiang Fangfang's quilt. He climbed back onto the sofa, and after lying down carefully, he covered himself with a cushion.

A bit cold.

Well, let's make do.

Dong Xuebing half-closed his eyelids, pretending to doze off.

However, just like the previous situation, he still couldn't fall asleep.

Listening to Jiang Fangfang turning over below, Dong Xuebing secretly squinted his eyes and glanced at the graceful curve of half of Sister Jiang's chest exposed above the quilt. Nothing was more pleasing to the eye than this, but the downside was that the more he looked, the harder it was for him to fall asleep.

Ten minutes passed.

Half an hour passed.

Just as Dong Xuebing was about to turn over and move his sore and somewhat frozen body, slippers were heard again in the bedroom.

Ah, Jiang's mother woke up again.

This can't be true.

Dong Xuebing looked towards Sister Jiang and saw a hint of helplessness in her eyes. However, her reaction was quick. The quilt was immediately lifted. This time, Dong Xuebing didn't need her to say anything; he quickly jumped off the sofa and rearranged the sofa cushions to their original positions. As he heard the footsteps getting clearer in his ears, he became more anxious. He once again plunged into Sister Jiang's quilt.

This time, it was a bit forceful.

He collided with Sister Jiang's lower waist with a bang, probably around the hip bone. Sister Jiang's body suddenly tilted backward, almost hitting the TV cabinet.

"Oops."

"Sorry, sorry."

"Hush."

Jiang Fangfang covered her waist, turned back, and covered herself with the quilt, looking slightly pained.

Dong Xuebing felt sorry for her, but it wasn't appropriate to say anything. The door opening sound came from behind. He could only follow Jiang Fangfang's example, closing his eyes.

Jiang's mother came out.

The cup on the table made a sound, and then the sound of gurgling water being drunk.

It was just a few seconds. The sound of slippers disappeared from the living room, and the bedroom door closed again.

So, she just wanted to drink water.

This is too much trouble.

Do you still want people to sleep?

Dong Xuebing opened his eyes with bitterness and glanced at Jiang Fangfang. Seeing that she had also opened her eyes, he exchanged a glance and was about to get up to return to the sofa.

However, Jiang Fangfang held him back.

"What's wrong, Sister Jiang?"

"Well, how about you just sleep here."

"Ah, what are you sleeping for?"

"Let's just sleep together."

"Oh, this is not appropriate."

"It's nothing. If my mother gets up again, you'll have to deal with it. That's why we both can't fall asleep. If you fall asleep, what if my mother sees it and it becomes awkward? Besides, the sofa is cold. If you sleep there, you'll catch a cold tomorrow. So, let's just do it this way."

"Well, I guess so."

"Go to sleep early."

"Cough, okay."

"No problem."

"Then, well, that's settled."

Dong Xuebing didn't act pretentious. He lay his head back down, glancing at Sister Jiang. He felt a bit stiff, not as comfortable as before.

Jiang Fangfang said, "Goodnight."

Dong Xuebing responded with a "goodnight."

Jiang Fangfang turned her back to the TV cabinet, not facing Dong Xuebing.

Dong Xuebing had the same idea. After all, they were neither lovers nor relatives, just colleagues, and superior-subordinate relationships. Sleeping together would be too awkward, so he also thought about turning over and facing away. However, seeing that Sister Jiang had already turned over, he didn't move again. He looked at her smooth back for quite a while, feeling no drowsiness. Instead of closing his eyes and staying awake, why not take advantage of this rare opportunity to appreciate the beauty? Dong Xuebing figured the chance to sleep in the same bed with the beautiful County Mayor would not happen again.

Her shoulders are nice.

Yeah. Her neck is beautiful, too.

And that red autumn outfit is quite charming.

While he was pondering, Dong Xuebing's eyes suddenly moved, feeling a slight movement in the quilt. Sister Jiang seemed to be rubbing her waist.

Dong Xuebing hurriedly asked, "Sister Jiang, what's wrong?"

"Just bumped into something." Jiang Fangfang's voice was light. "Seems a bit swollen."

"Oh, it's my fault. I was too hasty and didn't pay attention."

"It's not your fault." After Jiang Fangfang finished speaking, she sat up, propped herself up with her arms, and opened a door under the TV cabinet. She reached inside and rummaged around.

"What are you looking for?"

"Medicine, to apply."

After taking out the medicine, Jiang Fangfang leaned her shoulder against the TV cabinet, facing the moonlight, without any reservation. Slowly, she opened a bit of the autumn outfit. It seemed that the injury went a bit lower. She pulled down the red autumn pants to reveal a slightly purplish bruise. Dong Xuebing felt a twinge of pain when he saw it. However, what made his pupils contract was that when the autumn pants were pulled down, a trace of the underwear's edge was exposed very clearly. That lace edge emitted a strong temptation.

This is too much.

Dong Xuebing quickly withdrew his gaze. "It's all bruised."

"It's not that serious." Jiang Fangfang squeezed a bit of medicine onto her hand, then twisted the cap back on and put the medicine away. She lowered her head and applied the medicine to the slightly bruised area.

Dong Xuebing also stared at her waist with a heartache.

Perhaps feeling a bit awkward, during the interval of applying the medicine, Jiang Fangfang used her thumb and pinky to lift the autumn pants slightly, covering the exposed edge of the underwear.

Dong Xuebing then reacted and quickly turned his head away.

"You should sleep first," Jiang Fangfang said.

"Well, okay." Dong Xuebing agreed, but he was worried. After lying down, he glanced at Sister Jiang, who was applying medicine beside him.

Jiang Fangfang's skin was very tender, and every time she rubbed it on the wound, she seemed to be in pain.

"Does it work, Sister Jiang?"

"It's okay."

"Does it hurt a lot?"

"It's okay, no problem. You go to sleep."

"I can't sleep with you doing this. It's my fault." Dong Xuebing said with concern, "I also studied traditional Chinese medicine. Otherwise, let me take a look."

Jiang Fangfang had seen his medical skills during the surgery. "Acupuncture?"

"No need for acupuncture. I didn't bring any needles. A regular massage will do. I guarantee a hands-on cure." Dong Xuebing said.

Jiang Fangfang thought momentarily, looked at Dong Xuebing, and said, "Okay, thank you."

"You're welcome. It was my fault anyway."

"You came to my mother's house to help me. It wouldn't be possible without you."