"Roommate Generation" - Is it time to fall in love in the third episode?

The incident involving the assault has temporarily come to an end. Junsheng interacted with me normally the very next day, without any resentment. It was as if nothing had happened. However, this incident has stirred up ripples in my heart. It seems that I hit him not to protect Jiaming's reputation, but because I couldn't let go of this relationship. The reason my heart aches is entirely because Junsheng honestly told me the bloody truth…
Junsheng occasionally cooks dinner for a small get-together, just to treat me, a complete culinary idiot. I wish I could eat it more often, but he seems too busy…
But having Junsheng at home makes a difference. Now, if the toilet or a light bulb breaks, I don't need to call someone else (he demonstrated it twice before I understood; it's actually quite simple). I don't have to worry about housework either; he seems to be... a clean freak. The house is always spotless and tidy.
He's a high-tech genius. Whether it's cell phones, laptops, the internet, or reception, any problem he encounters seems to disappear on its own once it's handed over to him. However, he's still a big kid at heart. He needs reminders for basic life skills like adding a layer when the weather changes, or taking medicine and resting when he has a cold or headache.
Then he started driving me to and from get off work. He said I always wear pants, so it's convenient (and he wouldn't mind). What I'm more concerned about is being seen by colleagues and having them gossip. His solution is to drive me to the alleyway two streets away from the company, drop me off, and let me walk into the company myself. This method isn't bad; at least so far, no one has noticed.
We mostly conduct ourselves professionally at work and don't interact much. During routine meetings, he maintains his cool demeanor and doesn't pay much attention to my reports, although I occasionally wish I could make eye contact with him.
Junsheng, he... Junsheng, he... without realizing it, my mind seems to be filled with him. Thinking about him has become a daily routine, even though we live under the same roof...
After today's routine meeting, Mr. Lin and I were both called to my brother-in-law's office.
"The first product coordination meeting is coming up soon. The customer will be here for the meeting. This is the first time we've launched such a production line, so the higher-ups are taking it very seriously... How are your preparations going?" my brother-in-law asked.
"The prototype is complete. Some features haven't been added yet, but you can use the user interface to communicate with customers," Mr. Lin explained.
"Did it meet the client's requirements? How do you decide what you can and cannot do?" my brother-in-law asked me.
"Yes, I have the report ready, and I believe they will understand." I handed the prepared documents to my brother-in-law.
"Jiazhen, soften your tone a bit," her brother-in-law said while reviewing the documents. "Product coordination is very different from the projects you've led before... I'm not saying the customer is always right, but sometimes taking a step back or communicating more flexibly can be much more effective."
He looked at me, still dressed in a plain shirt, suit trousers, and flat leather shoes, and said nothing more: "Good luck!"
After Mr. Lin and I left my brother-in-law's office, Mr. Lin called me back.
"Manager Zhang, I don't want to act like I'm superior. But since you're leading a software production line, could you perhaps learn a little about the technical terminology and its implications? I know you've already worked hard enough representing us in dealing with clients, but our engineers would still like to communicate with you during our routine internal meetings."
"I understand." I felt a little embarrassed, as I hadn't been able to focus on work lately.
"And then there's Chen Junsheng..."
"What happened to Junsheng?" I immediately tensed up when I heard Junsheng's name.
"Maybe I'm just overthinking it. I've seen Manager Zhang staring at him in several meetings. I wonder if he has something against him? He doesn't seem very attentive, but his work ability is quite good. If Manager Zhang wants him to focus on the next meeting, I will talk to him about it."
"Oh, it's nothing. It's just that he wasn't looking at me. Sometimes when I forget what I'm going to say, I need to find someone I can't make eye contact with so I can concentrate on remembering." I humbly made up a bunch of excuses.
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I returned to my seat, constantly thinking about how to position myself in the business world.
Many successful career women don't necessarily need to rely on dressing up to succeed in the business world. I always felt that my brother-in-law's approach was outdated. But on the other hand, he's right. I don't have any real skills or experience right now, so taking the traditional route is always safer.
However, more than my work, I was concerned about what Xiaodai said: not dressing up for too long can affect libido, and being overly neutral and conservative can make you lose your initiative with the opposite sex. Although what she said made even less sense than what my brother-in-law said, for some reason, I suddenly became very concerned.
So I called Xiaodai.
"How is it? Does it work well? Do you keep it plugged in at work?" Xiao Dai asked before I could even speak.
"What are you talking about?"
"It's the vibrator I gave you!"
"Zhong Daiqi, please. Not everyone is as lecherous as you." I accidentally spoke too loudly, and everyone in the office looked towards my seat. I quickly lowered my voice: "I'm still at work, okay? Let's not discuss such sensational things, okay?"
"So what do you want from me?... That young heartthrob?"
"I was wondering... where is your usual beauty salon? Would you have time to teach me some of the latest makeup and dress matching tips?" I said softly.
"Oh...it's all because of that young heartthrob, haha, you're really in love!"
"I just want to make a name for myself in the business world and regain some confidence. What does that have to do with him..."
"Do you think I just met you? I would absolutely believe any other girl who says she'll dress up to regain her confidence, but when our Miss Zhenzhen says she'll dress up, it's for nothing but the man in her heart."
"Uh oh well, whatever you say, are you going to help or not?!"
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I took another day off and spent an afternoon with Xiaodai at her usual beauty salon. She said that there are many styles of curly hair, but they are inconvenient to manage, and it would be difficult to find a suitable hairstyle for me in a short time. My face is petite and long, but my hair is thick and voluminous, so getting layers and a perm would be a safer option, and it would be easier to manage.
Then she helped me with some makeup. She said that normally, a little foundation, eyeshadow, and lip gloss are enough. If I wanted to attract guys, I should apply some mascara. She suggested skipping the more complicated steps like drawing eyebrows, eyeliner, and contouring the nose for now. She then taught me how to apply eyeshadow and how to match colors based on the shape of my eye sockets.
"Won't I have to get up earlier every day to do my hair and makeup like this?" I'm a little unsure if I can keep it up.
"Miss, these are the most basic models. You'll get used to them quickly. As the saying goes, there are no ugly women, only lazy ones."
After leaving the beauty salon, she took me to buy dresses. She said I'm not short, but I don't have a large frame, so I'm not suited to wearing overly flared dresses. However, she said I have a curvy figure, with a prominent bust and hips, so I would look good in a cheongsam. I don't really like clothes that are completely covered up, so in the end we bought some mid-length and short straight skirts, suitable for both casual and work occasions.
Xiao Dai is taller than me, but her feet are about the same size as mine. She said that good shoes that fit well are very expensive, and she probably doesn't wear some of her high heels anymore (they're too low for her), so she could give them to me. She brought a pair for me to try on, and they fit surprisingly well, so I gladly accepted.
After settling everything down and getting ready to find a place for dinner, we happened to pass by a hosiery boutique. I suddenly remembered that Junsheng liked looking at women wearing stockings, so I stopped to look.
"This stuff is out of fashion now. If you're going to a nightclub party, you need something with sequins and bright colors." Xiao Dai saw me stop and came over to pick something out for herself.
"You should wear it to work. It's a matter of etiquette in the business world." I completely ignored her advice and only took some sheer stockings that suited my skin tone.
"A lot of guys like to watch this... I should have just said so for him, but he still won't admit it."
Although she can be sharp-tongued, I am still very grateful to her. Every time I ask her to help, the rescue is always successful.
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When I got home with my bags, Junsheng wasn't back yet. They were working hard to get more leverage from the clients. So, after I got to my room, I took off my trousers and tried on the stockings and high heels with the skirt I had just bought.
It's been so long since I've worn stockings; just the simple act of rolling them up almost made me sweat profusely. I also forgot about the elasticity of nylon, and only when I was almost at my hips did I realize they were too loose at the bottom, not tight enough to pull up further. So I struggled back and forth, putting them on and taking them off, until I finally managed to get them on.
Actually, stockings feel really nice to the touch, though I don't know why I remember them as so uncomfortable when I was little. That soft, silky feel makes you naturally alluring. I wore a newly bought straight-cut midi skirt and the high heels Xiaodai gave me, for my client meeting.
Hmm, that looks pretty good!
Looking at myself in the mirror, I realized it had been a very long time since I had felt this way about myself.
To get used to the balance of high heels, I went out of my room to practice in the living room. Unexpectedly, I bumped into Junsheng, who had just returned home, as soon as I stepped out of the room.
"Excuse me, miss, I've come to the wrong door." He stared at me blankly.
"Is it really that exaggerated?" I secretly rejoiced. "Do you like it?"
"If you go to the group meeting like this, everyone will be extremely focused on your report, or rather, they won't be able to focus at all..." He didn't answer directly, but his gaze never left me: "Why did you change your attire?"
"For you... I'm working so hard on this project right now. Tomorrow I have my first product coordination meeting with the client. It's my first time facing a client, and I'm a little nervous."
"Manager Zhang, it's all up to you... but I'm a little jealous that only clients get to see you dressed like this. I hope you can have meetings with them more often." He seemed to be looking at my stockinged legs.
"I know everyone is working very hard, and I will definitely give it my all tomorrow... By the way, Mr. Lin talked to me about my technical terms this morning..."
Before I could finish speaking, Junsheng smiled and nodded, interrupting me: "He's already complained about it in the group. It's okay, Sister Zhen, I'll give you a crash course. It's not as complicated as you think, it's actually very simple... Wait for me a moment, let me put my things away first."
"You're going to teach me now? It's so late, you haven't eaten yet, have you?" I was a little surprised.
"There are some leftovers in the fridge. I can eat and chat, you just need to have a drink with me... The more you know now, the more helpful it might be for tomorrow's meeting."
So after he went into the room and put his things away, he heated up some food. He then ate with me while explaining things. Junsheng was a very good teacher; he would first test my level before deciding how in-depth the explanation would be. After he finished eating, we drank beer together and he continued explaining. He drew some flowcharts and sat down next to me to make it easier to explain.
This is the first time I've sat shoulder to shoulder with him. When he gave me a ride on his motorcycle, I kept my distance because I was afraid of my chest being touched. I also didn't have the opportunity to easily observe the subtle changes in his facial expressions like I do now. I strongly felt the continuous, masculine energy emanating from him, and even felt a bit dizzy and my ears were ringing, making it difficult to concentrate on the lecture…
He spoke eloquently and logically, but I was drawn to the warm atmosphere of his wholehearted guidance...
I like him!
I really like him...
"So you understand now?" His last sentence jolted me awake.
"Hmm?...I think I know, but there are still some things I'm not entirely sure about." I mumbled casually.
"Ah, I've got it. I have this flowchart file. Wait a minute." He went into his room, took out his laptop, turned it on, and logged in. "It looks exactly the same as what we were talking about. I'll confirm it and then send it to you... Oh, I've had too much to drink. I need to go to the bathroom first."
As he ran to the bathroom, the screen turned on, and a woman's nude profile picture appeared before his eyes, with a small line of text below: "Masturbating while looking at Sister Zhen's nude picture is the most enjoyable thing in the world!"
Upon closer inspection, I realized that the woman was indeed myself!
I was completely stunned; my mind went blank.
"Sister Zhen, where were we..." He came out of the bathroom, looked at me, then at the laptop, and his expression changed drastically: "Sister Zhen, I can explain..." He quickly closed the laptop.
Before he could speak, I rushed into my room and slammed the door shut.
My mind is a complete mess, I can't process what's happening right now. One second I'm smitten with him, the next I'm heartbroken, this emotional rollercoaster is totally beyond my capacity to handle.
"Sister Zhen, Sister Zhen..." He kept knocking on my door.
Junsheng, it's not that I don't want to open the door. But how am I supposed to face you now...?
I gritted my teeth and opened the door anyway.
"When did you take this picture?" I asked coldly.
"Once you were taking a shower, and the door happened to be ajar. You seemed to be in a good mood, singing as you took off your clothes. It was a really beautiful scene, and you didn't even notice the door was ajar, so I..."
I looked at him; he had his head down.
"What did you say you wanted to explain?" Junsheng, please... give me a reason that I can accept to forgive you...
"I actually... have no excuses. Doing this kind of thing is wrong... even if I really like it... it's too late to say anything now, it's my fault, I'll take full responsibility for the consequences." He kept his head down: "If Sister Zhen wants me to move out, I'll pack my bags right now."
Chen Junsheng, Chen Junsheng! ...You're driving me crazy...
"Fine, it's half my fault. I'll remember to lock the door next time... Could you please delete my nude photos? They're my privacy," I said helplessly.
"Of course! I'll take care of it right away... that matter..."
"This is a one-time exception; there will be no next time."
"Thank you, Sister Zhen. Sister Zhen, I'm so sorry..." He bowed deeply.
"Go tell it to yourself!" I closed the door, not wanting to see him again.
I was so angry that I decided to take a shower. Of course, this time I remembered to lock the door. After showering, my emotions calmed down, and I reflected on what had just happened…
It turns out that his moving out was a more serious matter than protecting his privacy...
I didn't put my clothes on right away, but instead saw the set of vibrators still lying by the bed...
"Masturbating while looking at Sister Zhen's nude photos is the most pleasurable thing in the world..."
Why do you want to see my nude photos? I'm right here...
But neither of us has said it out loud yet...
Then I saw the "Perfect Match" bracelet on my wrist.
Jiaming, you've already sent out the wedding invitations, so please set me free... Even though the other person is just a kid, it's still a chance encounter. I've run out of youth, and I really want to take this gamble...

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