The Ambitions to Conquer the Official Career
Chapter 47 - 47 47 Tacit Understanding

47: Chapter 47 Tacit Understanding 47: Chapter 47 Tacit Understanding The room was extremely quiet, and at some point, Shuyuan had fallen into a deep sleep.

This woman really doesn’t have it easy!

Seeing Shuyuan like this, Ji Yang could only heave a silent sigh.

Everyone has their struggles; no matter how polished one looks on the outside, their own situation is well known to them, and it’s likely not as great as it seems.

He found a thin blanket to cover her with, and Ji Yang did not continue the massage.

Instead, he sat beside her, watching the sleeping Shuyuan.

Now, Ji Yang was free to look at this woman as much as he wanted.

It was undeniable that she was truly exquisite.

Even though Ji Yang had been with several women, none of them quite matched up to her in terms of temperament.

Shuyuan naturally possessed a special kind of aura that most people could not hold.

From this, Ji Yang had a suspicion that she was no ordinary woman.

Looking toward her chest, the cleavage was deep, tinged with a blush of pink, exerting a considerable allure upon him.

Now, Ji Yang found himself unsure of how he should proceed: staying didn’t seem right, but leaving without even saying goodbye didn’t feel right either.

When he thought about moving her to the bedroom to sleep, Ji Yang felt that he couldn’t just do that.

Forget it, he would just wait here for a while longer to see if she would wake up.

Ji Yang looked around the room, noting its plain and simple decor; there wasn’t much to see.

Sitting there, he began to think about his problems.

A mess of thoughts sprouted in his mind.

The first thing he thought of was the situation at the Qian Family.

Qian Yongping was likely in trouble this time.

Ji Yang did not believe he had avoided doing some questionable things with Deputy County Magistrate Li; to gain trust, one had to do dirty work, and earning trust would require participating in such things for sure.

He wondered just how deep Qian Yongping was in—if it was too deep, it wasn’t just a matter of not living well; being expelled from his position was also possible.

Then he thought of the Qian Sisters.

In this incident, he had indeed burdened them.

Without the protection of Zhang Yongcheng, what would their situation be like?

Soon, Ji Yang cast these thoughts aside.

Even if they lived worse than before, they were still better off than him: they had houses, cars, and savings.

Even if they could no longer continue their business, he figured their life would be much better than his own.

Thinking about money, Ji Yang shook his head continually.

He really had no money now, barely getting by on his salary each month.

Now that he had joined the ranks of officials, there was much money he could no longer earn, so he would have to find something legal and respectable.

Having analyzed his situation, it seemed writing books for money was the only path he could take.

What type of book should he write?

Urban fiction was probably not ideal; it was too realistic and could accidentally touch upon sensitive topics.

Writing historical fiction brought up issues of historical nihilism.

As he mulled over these issues, Ji Yang began to browse through his phone.

It was undeniable that people’s imaginations were very strong these days; the ideas were endless, leaving Ji Yang somewhat at a loss for where to start.

Ji Yang had a lot to consider, thinking about a future in politics, not wanting any black marks in his history.

The content he would write had to be positive.

This narrowed down his options considerably.

Forget it, he would just write something in the historical genre—he could include time travel, and then focus on battles and contests, resembling the dedication of an official, as he had become one himself.

As he pondered and read other authors’ books, a story began forming in Ji Yang’s mind; it couldn’t be too historically accurate and needed to fit with the writing style of web novels.

He wasn’t sure how much time had passed when suddenly, Shuyuan’s phone rang.

With the sound of the phone, Shuyuan’s eyes fluttered open.

She was groggy at first, then quickly sat up.

Only then did she notice Ji Yang sitting nearby, browsing on his phone.

“I can’t believe I fell asleep!” Shuyuan had never expected to fall asleep while Ji Yang was around.

“Your phone,” Ji Yang pointed to her purse.

When Shuyuan pulled out her phone and saw the caller ID, her expression turned cold, and she pressed a button, silencing the phone’s ringing.

At this time, Shuyuan’s mood had turned rather foul.

Seeing her like this, Ji Yang asked with concern, “Sister, is everything alright?”

Shuyuan looked at Ji Yang and said, “You said you know how to massage, help me with another session.”

“Sure.”

Of course, Ji Yang could not refuse her request.

At that moment, the phone rang again.

Shuyuan glanced at the display and rejected the call once more.

Ji Yang was somewhat surprised; he had not expected Shuyuan to react this way.

“Let’s go to the bed inside for the massage,” Shuyuan said to Ji Yang firmly, as if she’d made a decision.

At this point, Ji Yang clearly understood her intentions; this woman had no more reservations about him.

Both harbored thoughts of rekindling the past; only a thin veneer of pretense remained between them.

The light in the bedroom was much dimmer.

After turning on the air conditioning, the room temperature began to rise.

“Sister, lie down, and I’ll start the massage,” Ji Yang said.

Shuyuan hesitated a bit, but eventually removed her jacket and pants, covered herself with the thin blanket, and asked, “Like this?”

“Yes,” Ji Yang responded, his excitement growing.

It was an action of implicit understanding.

“It’s a pity there’s no essential oil; otherwise, it would be even better.”

“I have some here; they gave me a bottle.

See if it’s usable; it’s in the drawer.”

Ji Yang opened the drawer, found a very high-quality essential oil, and quickly said, “This is really good.”

“Alright then, it’s all yours.

My whole body has been aching lately.”

“Don’t worry, I guarantee you’ll be satisfied.”

After washing his hands and taking off his coat, Ji Yang began the massage.

Neither spoke, both revisiting their past encounter through their actions, showing a silent understanding.