"Duanmu, you’re so gorgeous, have you ever thought of becoming a star?"
Spring and Autumn Plaza.
Watching a variety show on TV, Martial Saint couldn’t stand the boredom and started making wild suggestions again.
"You could easily make money just by eating, drinking, playing around—it’s way better than being Jiang Chen’s bodyguard!"
Yesterday he didn’t know Jiang Chen’s na, but today he does.
He must have been told by Tanki Liuli.
Ever since Jiang Chen and Li Shuru left in the morning, they’ve been inseparable, not leaving the house even once.
Looking at Tanki Liuli’s face, this kid grew more enthusiastic, "Duanmu, look at your own conditions, none of these female stars here can compare to you."
Today he behaved quite well, not causing trouble, but his mouth sure wasn’t idle.
"As long as my sister helps you out a bit, I guarantee you could be super famous! Look at these stars, how prestigious and glamorous, following Jiang Chen is like using a Gatling gun on sparrows. What’s he paying you a day, anyway?"
His mouth was like a Gatling gun, chattering endlessly, but Tanki Liuli remained unmoved, staring at the large embedded wall TV in silence.
After all that talking without a response, Martial Saint felt a bit depressed, or perhaps a bit of an ache, but having spent so much ti together today, he more or less understood her personality.
"Duanmu, when did you start following Jiang Chen? Did my sister give you any instructions when she asked you to follow him?"
The kid suddenly shifted the topic, trying to pry for information.
His curiosity was piqued again.
Well.
It’s human nature.
Especially since he’s still a young boy.
"No."
Tanki Liuli finally uttered two words, at least breaking her silence.
"Does my sister know if he has a girlfriend?"
Martial Saint asked quickly.
With his clever mind, he pondered the whole day but couldn’t co up with a logical plot.
Damn.
It’s even more brain-wracking than bloody geotry.
Tanki Liuli stopped talking again.
Perhaps the question was too mindless, too dumb?
The East Sea is Lan Peizhi’s turf, with even Martial Saint running away from ho to co here and rely on his sister; could anything happening here escape her notice?
Moreover, Jiang Chen wasn’t even trying to hide, bringing him along.
Such a simple logic, Martial Saint knew well, but what on earth was going on between his sister and Jiang?
Could it be that his sister approved of Jiang finding soone younger?
Oh, mama!
Is that rascal really that charismatic?
Why can’t he see it?
But one thing’s for sure.
Must have so money.
But does his sister need money?
Martial Saint firmly believed, his sister would never be that shallow.
"Duanmu, could I borrow your phone? I want to call my sister."
Martial Saint squeezed out a pure smile fit for his age.
That request wasn’t excessive, it’s not like she’s guarding a prisoner.
Tanki Liuli took the phone out of her pocket.
"Thank you!"
Martial Saint imdiately got up, took the phone from her hand, then walked a bit further away, almost reaching the dining room, and sneakily dialed his sister’s number.
"Sis, it’s !"
He covered the phone, lowering his voice.
"Speak."
Lan Peizhi’s voice was plain, without the warmth or affection a sister should show her brother.
Martial Saint didn’t mind at all; he was used to it.
"Sis, Jiang Chen actually has a girlfriend, did you know about this?"
Silence on the other end for a mont.
"Where are you?"
"Yeah!"
Martial Saint imdiately added, "Sis, you can’t be so lenient with him! If mom and dad find out, they’d be... heartbroken for you!"
This kid.
Ran away without a care.
And now he rembers his parents.
Lan Peizhi didn’t explain.
With her personality, how could she be one to explain?
Do explanations always hold aning?
Most people just believe what they want to believe.
Like Martial Saint.
In his mind, the first ti his sister brought a guy ho to et the parents, it definitely ant sothing special.
This way of thinking wasn’t exactly wrong.
After all, during their trip back to the village, even though nothing explicit was said, Jiang’s behavior was clearly like that of a future son-in-law.
As family, suddenly seeing there’s another woman in the picture, wouldn’t anyone stand up for his sister?
"But Sis, you can trust , your brother would never be a tattletale."
Martial Saint then solemnly assured her, but soon, he feigned a look of heartache.
"But Sis, you can’t get muddled up yourself!"
Lan Peizhi didn’t interrupt him, which gave the kid the stage to perform, and he tentatively said,
"Sis, do you feel you’re getting too old, so...?"
"Give the phone back to Duanmu."
Lan Peizhi finally spoke, this ti not just indifferent, but her voice seed to carry an underlying current, faintly exuding a chilling aura.
Indeed.
No matter how strong a woman is, she can’t overco the hurdle of age.
Martial Saint must have realized the ss driven by concern, wishing he could give himself a big slap.
What nonsense is he spouting?!
Even if, technically, his sister is a tad older than Jiang, in what way does she lose out to those younger girls?
Be it her face.
Her skin.
Her figure.
Or her charisma...
People age, won especially, but what’s more important than youth is the grace that doesn’t fade away with ti~!
If Jiang Chen knew what went on in this kid’s mind, he’d be completely astonished.
This isn’t just a precocious little kid anymore; in terms of understanding won, he even surpasses many adults by several levels.
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