Chapter 1001 Restless Night
“My room? It’s here.”
It’s here?
Jiang Chen heard her words and raised an eyebrow.
“You’re not afraid that I will do you in my sleep tonight?”
“When I lived at your home, there were so many opportunities yet you didn’t seize any of them.” Natasha rolled her eyes as if she didn’t see Jiang Chen as a threat. She added a sentence, “I won’t resist. Do you dare to take action?”
When Jiang Chen heard this sentence, he wasn’t pleased.
I’ve crossed the line so many times that you couldn’t count even if I lent you another hand.
However, while he wasn’t pleased, he was still dictated by reason. He always maintained enough rationality and didn’t get too involved with the agent woman. He wasn’t afraid of what she would become, but he was afraid of getting stuck in this mess himself.
While his private life could be described as scandalous, he still maintained rationality.
“When I finish showering, I will take care of
you.”
Natasha was provoking him by biting on the beer bottle and he responded with a hard stare then he closed the bathroom door.
Her eyes stayed on Jiang Chen’s back until the door closed, then a complicated expression appeared.
If he showered by himself, he usually took a short amount of time. He turned on the showerhead and rubbed himself with the towel. Before he finished humming two songs, he walked out in a bathrobe feeling refreshed. But when he walked out, there were already three empty bottles on the table.
With a bottle of champagne, two bottles of different brands of red wine, and half a bottle of Bordeaux left, Natasha was slowing shaking her wineglass.
“You’re certainly a drinker. Aren’t you afraid of getting a beer belly?” Jiang Chen looked at the empty bottles and mocked her.
“I’ve never worried about these problems. As long as I keep a good schedule and exercise, I don’t even have an opportunity to get fat,” Natasha said while smug then changed the position of her legs. “Do you want to have a drink?”
She indeed could show off her slim and fit waist; it wasn’t like the typical waists of Eastern Europeans. On the beach, Jiang Chen had seen it and not only was there not even a single trace of fat, but she had a deeper waistline than Ayesha, displaying both strength and beauty.
And the giant gentleness in front of her demonstrated her perfect inheritance of the “Slavic ancestry advantage.” Jiang Chen was worried that if she lifted her chest, the buttons on her blouse would explode.
“I’ll pass. I still have things to do tomorrow. You can drink.” Jiang Chen retracted his gaze from her gentleness, gulped, and refused her invitation. He turned around to go to his bedroom.
Natasha shrugged and looked at Jiang Chen with mischievousness.
Jiang Chen didn’t have a good sleep that night. After being teased by Natasha, he felt like a fire was burning in his lower abdomen. Ayesha and Xia Shiyu weren’t there, and he couldn’t risk revealing his secret by going back to the apocalypse in Russian territory, so he couldn’t release himself in any way.
Using his hands?
He hadn’t used his hands for a long time.
Jiang Chen looked at his small tent in the morning then looked at the sun outside the window and shook his groggy brain. He dressed and walked out of the bedroom then saw Natasha lying on the sofa. He stepped forward, shook the sofa with his feet, and woke her up.
Natasha opened her eyes, yawning. She rubbed her eyes and sat up on the sofa.
“You really slept here last night?” Looking at her hungover face, Jiang Chen spoke. “I already said so? I live here.” Natasha couldn’t stop yawning. She held her groggy brain and stood up. “Damn it, I drank a little too much yesterday.”
Looking at the empty bottles on the table, Jiang Chen was twitching.
A little too much?
“Go and clean yourself up; I need to leave in a while. If you don’t resolve your black circles, just stay here,” Jiang Chen said wickedly.
“I can’t do that; I’m your security consultant.”
When Natasha heard she had dark circles, she remembered that she slept without washing her face. She realized she must not be in an elegant state, and she suddenly rushed into the bathroom without any sleepiness.
Jiang Chen estimated that she would need to take a while and called for two servings of breakfast.
Not long after, under the surveillance of two agents, the waiter carefully rolled the dining cart in and stopped at the door. After knocking on the door, he uncomfortably delivered the breakfast into Jiang Chen’s room.
This five-star hotel was quite good; at least breakfast was impeccable.
The main course was buckwheat porridge with Russian characteristics as well as grilled Bolognese and Russian big ribs. The side dishes were quite fancy—there was grilled toast, grilled mushrooms with salt and black pepper, and mashed potatoes with minced garlic, dried tomatoes, and butter. There was also something mixed with cream that Jiang Chen couldn’t name.
One of the dishes that left the biggest impression on Jiang Chen was the bowl of soup. It wasn’t the flavor, but the soup had everything. Potatoes, fresh cucumbers, plumeria, green onions, sausages, all kinds of vegetables, and even wine. Jiang Chen didn’t know how good it tasted, but it was some bizarre cuisine.
After eating half a bowl of the buckwheat porridge and half a slice of toast, Natasha finally came out of the bathroom. Standing at the door and smelling the fragrance of the food, her eyes lit up and she sat opposite Jiang Chen. She then grabbed some toast from the basket.
“That’s not the way you eat it; it should be like this… Then you can put blueberry jam on it. It would be better to have yogurt; yogurt can make this softer and taste better.”
Can
Russian women with makeup weren’t the same as women without makeup. Caucasians typically had larger pores compared to Asians, and their faces were more three-dimensional than Asians, which was more suitable for the use of color.
She combed her messy hair, wiped off the makeup that she slept on yesterday, and retouched her face with a little makeup. It was just some simple fixing, but Jiang Chen was stunned.
Very satisfied with Jiang Chen’s reaction, a curvature formed on her lips. She stuffed the toast with blueberry jam into her mouth.
“Where are you going to go?”
“In the morning, I have to go to the Russian Aerospace Corporation. There’s an investor exchange meeting in the afternoon… and a cocktail party in the evening.” Jiang Chen took out a small notebook from his pocket and scribbled the agenda for the next few days.
Nominally, he came to Russia to research the investment environment, but it was naturally impossible to stay at the hotel all day. Since he didn’t have anything to do, he found some casual events. He only needed to show his face without the need to discuss any cooperation in person.
“A cocktail party? What cocktail party?” Natasha was excited when she heard “cocktail.”
“It’s a private reception hosted by General Nikolaev. Many Russian politicians will also participate in it. Since I received an invitation, I should go… What happened to you?” Jiang Chen looked at Natasha staring into space, not understanding what happened.