Chapter 1321: 911 Monster_2
“Miss Fujiwara, can you imagine? She was smiling as she fell.”
Fujiwara Reiki fell silent. After a while, she said softly, “Mr. Jiang, this is not a good story.”
“Then, I ask Miss Fujiwara to provide a reasonable explanation.”
Fujiwara Reiki remained motionless and then slowly raised her head.
“Mr. Jiang, although our progress with the cooperation involving K.E Group was not smooth last ti, I hope you do not hold a grudge. I am truly friends with Captain Bai. She was the one who invited to Hengsheng Group, simply for leisure. Running into you was purely coincidental. If you don’t believe , you can investigate.”
Hold a grudge.
Such a fitting description.
In truth, it was their Dongying corporation that Jiang Chen had outmaneuvered.
“Captain Bai used to be a ballet teacher. I wonder if Mr. Jiang is aware of this. At that ti, her school principal, Gao Yi, led a group to Dongying for cultural exchange. It was during that ti that I ford a bond with Captain Bai. Two years after returning, I believe Captain Bai joined Hengsheng Group.”
“Mr. Jiang, when I discussed cooperation with you about K.E last ti, I sensed that you seed to harbor so prejudice against our Dongying. Of course, Li Ji fully respects personal preferences and freedoms, which are fundantal human rights. But you should not let personal biases lead you to think that our two nations should sever ties completely, nor insist that citizens of our nations should never be friends.”
With that said.
She finally turned around.
Such eloquence and sharp tongue, effortlessly delivering calm and rational dialogue that left Jiang Chen speechless.
“Mr. Jiang, I understand your feelings, but people cannot live forever in the past, nor in perpetual hatred. Instead, we should work together to ensure that tragedies won’t repeat.”
So grandly righteous.
So impressively noble.
“Miss Fujiwara is right; people shouldn’t live in hatred. But there’s one point I disagree with.”
“Which point does Mr. Jiang disagree with?”
Fujiwara Reiki’s eyes revealed curiosity.
“I do not have prejudice against your nation. Weakness invites aggression—that’s the rule of the world. Whether Shenzhou or elsewhere, even today, many regions of the world still suffer because of their vulnerability. Thus, we must learn from history, remain vigilant in peace, and keep the warning bells ringing. That is the best way to prevent tragedies from recurring.”
Fujiwara Reiki’s gaze beca cryptic, and she murmured softly, “Mr. Jiang still harbors hostility toward Li Ji.”
“Perhaps it was Miss Fujiwara’s dance that hasn’t yet purged the shadows from my heart.”
Fujiwara Reiki covered her mouth, giggling, then glanced at the mask in his hand, “Li Ji has already apologized, and didn’t Mr. Jiang already reciprocate?”
After all, it’s still a foreign land.
Reciprocate is not used like that.
But Jiang Chen was no foreign language teacher of hers, so he didn’t correct or remind her.
“Mr. Jiang, I think we can now be friends, right?”
Her eyes shimred with hope.
Their gazes locked.
Jiang Chen smiled lightly.
“Haven’t we always been friends?”
In the end, speaking costs nothing.
As long as it’s proper business etiquette, it’s just tact and decorum.
Fujiwara Reiki pressed her lips together, “Then could Mr. Jiang take out what’s in your pocket?”
Jiang Chen stayed silent.
Fujiwara Reiki’s eyes sparkled mischievously, like a spirit co to life.
Such a nace, destined for eternal confinent to prevent harm to the world.
Jiang Chen reached into his trousers pocket and, under Fujiwara Reiki’s gaze, pulled out the recording pen.
Fujiwara Reiki narrowed her peach blossom eyes, seemingly satisfied with Jiang Chen’s honesty. She then extended a hand, palm open, and spoke in a tone infused with charm and allure, “Give it to .”
Whether Jiang Chen had succeeded or failed, he raised his hand and placed the recording pen in her palm.
“It’s fortunate that Mr. Jiang only brought a pen and not a cara. Otherwise, Li Ji might no longer show her face,” Fujiwara Reiki remarked while gripping the recording pen with a smile.
“If I had a cara, Miss Fujiwara might not have seen at all, right?”
Clearly having snuck in on the sly, Jiang Chen eyed her seductive face.
It wasn’t a slip of the tongue.
He had every reason to suspect that his uninvited visit tonight had been within her expectations all along, as their cooperation was seamless to an almost suspicious degree.
“Mr. Jiang jokes. As long as Mr. Jiang wishes to see Li Ji, Li Ji will surely welco you. But next ti, wait until Li Ji is awake.”
Clever won—Jiang Chen had seen plenty of them. Or rather, the won around him could hardly be described as re decorative vases. Yet soone like this Miss Fujiwara was in an entirely different category.
“I apologize for the intrusion this ti. Miss Fujiwara can rest assured; next ti, I’ll definitely knock first.”
That would be proper guest etiquette.
Polite and considerate.
The misunderstanding between the two seed to have been flawlessly resolved.
“It’s late at night. Why not stay and rest, Mr. Jiang?”
Fujiwara Reiki displayed magnanimity, offering an invitation proactively.
Jiang Chen naturally shook his head.
He understood perfectly well that it wouldn’t involve sharing a bed. Even if they sohow did, with such a woman lying beside him, he wouldn’t dare close his eyes all night.
“Thank you for your kindness, Miss Fujiwara, but I have friends waiting outside.”
“…”
What a ticulous man, so thoroughly prepared.
A gentleman does not stand under a collapsing wall.
As a thief, one must always plan an escape route.
Fujiwara Reiki chuckled knowingly, while others might feel embarrassed, Jiang Chen remained unaffected.
“Then Li Ji won’t insist on keeping you.”
Jiang Chen, who had been crouching for a while, stood up. At the sa ti, he retrieved the dagger embedded in the floor.
“Mr. Jiang, leave through the front door.”
Fujiwara Reiki stood to see him off.
“Miss Fujiwara, please stay.”
At the entrance.
The two parted.
He entered hidden, but left openly. After all, the host herself had spoken.
As expected.
On his way out, Jiang Chen encountered the host’s staff.
For a manor to have an unfamiliar man strolling around late at night was a significant and bizarre matter. Yet Fujiwara Reiki’s staff seed blind, completely ignoring him—letting Jiang Chen confidently leave without incident.
Outside the manor.
Tanki Liuli was standing by the car, gazing at the night sky, perhaps counting stars.
If that old immortal found out his precious little apprentice was being used to facilitate an escapade, he might storm down the mountain in fury, horsetail whisk in hand.
“How many are there?”
Jiang Chen approached.
Tanki Liuli withdrew her gaze, noticing his intact limbs.
She didn’t reply, and Jiang Chen didn’t mind. He walked to the car, “Let’s go back.”
The two got into the car one after the other.
Although they were in the Land of Shenzhou, breaking into private property had its risks. Yet the worst had not co to pass.
That foreign Miss Fujiwara seed to be a guest who understood boundaries well.
In the passenger seat.
Jiang Chen pulled sothing out of his pocket, fiddling with it.
It was a lock of hair.
Though not a master of such things, Jiang Chen understood the principle of “leave no empty-handed thief.”
The hair still carried an intoxicating fragrance.
“If she really is, I might feel quite conflicted.”
Jiang Chen stroked the strands while musing aloud, then lowered the car window.
Stretching his hand out the window.
The strands floated away, carried off by the breeze.
Back in the deep manor.
After the guest had departed, Fujiwara Reiki did not retire but raised her hand to touch her now uneven hair and belatedly approached the floor.
The cut-off hair was nowhere to be found.
She made as if to call for soone but recalled that he had likely already gone far away. She smiled wordlessly.
And then.
She tilted her head toward the night.
Her temples tilted toward the moon hovering above her brows, while a faint blush blood like wine upon her cheeks.
Scenes from just monts earlier involuntarily surfaced in her mind.
As the Fujiwara Family’s direct descendant, undoubtedly, she had never been so offended—and twice in a row, no less—and both tis by the sa person.
In a strictly regulated and imnse family, such conduct should be intolerable and unforgivable.
It must have been the first ti Fujiwara Reiki tasted the sensation of being a “helpless damsel.” Gazing at the night sky, she sighed softly, then lowered her gaze, loosened her belt, and reached to her lower back.
“Mr. Jiang, if I were your Teacher Xiang Tian, wouldn’t it be nice?”
Perhaps it was due to the touch causing a rise in temperature, or perhaps so thod of disguise had lost its effectiveness—on her once smooth lower back, a pattern suddenly erged, faintly visible under the shimring moonlight.
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