Ling Jian Zun Novels & Stories

It was just a joke. 00Zong Jingsheng took a shower and changed into casual home clothes. He had a narrow waist, wide shoulders, and long legs. He was not wearing a suit, and his simple casual clothes were also very good-looking. 00He asked about Shen Jianchuan's work. 00The two of them began chatting. The men talked about their work, Yuri, getting up to leave and going to the kitchen to help. 00Shen Jianchuan looked up at her and lowered his eyes slowly.

The air thickened with tension, the faint scent of their colognes mingling with the raw heat of the moment. “Look at that,” Liu Jian said, smirking as he compared them. “You’re the size of my wrist.” Zhao Kai shook his head, unfazed. “You’re as long as me, idiot. Stop exaggerating.” “Yang Jun can’t even take you properly,” Liu Jian added, tossing out the name like a gauntlet.

His mother chuckled softly at her son’s unashamed affection. “Where’s A-Cheng?” Sean asked eagerly after releasing Lujie from his hug. He then turned to his mom and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek, his grin never leaving his face. Jiang Lu, fondly called "Lujie," and Jiang ZhuCheng, or "A-Cheng," were siblings and Sean’s cousins from his mother’s side. Lujie was the eldest of the three and had long since settled down, now married to a wealthy and well-respected man named Jin. She was a graceful woman, composed yet approachable, the kind of big sister figure Sean adored. Cheng, on the other hand, was the youngest among them, often grumpy but deeply reliable in his own way.

Zhou Fu stifled a shriek, he turned to the bodyguard behind him, then set his sights on the spoiled beauty, Liu Bian who was sulking. "Yes. Miss Liu Bian and Chairman Zhong Bujie are the same person.” Again, Zhou Fu looked like he had been electrocuted. The name Zhong Bujie had already been heard by Zhou Fu from Li Xian's lips. That figure was one of the people Li Xian called able to beat Li Xian with his bare hands. Zhong Bujie's name was mentioned before Zhou Fu left for Yianju Headquarters.

Jianmin Jiang beamed, "Bruno, do try. It's top-quality Longjing tea. The flavor is unparalleled." "Is that so?" Bruno nonchalantly replied as he picked up the exquisite purple clay cup for a sip, "Hmm, quite exquisite indeed." Jianmin Jiang smirked contentedly hearing Bruno's approval. "Dad, I'll be heading upstairs then," Lizzie added, feeling her presence was unwelcome in their conversation, especially since she didn't find their discussion remotely interesting. Jianmin Jiang finally lifted his gaze to meet Lizzie's, "Sure, go ahead," he responded dismissively.