Chapter 1735: Chapter 1157: I Know Which Building
“Ding dong, ding dong, ding dong…”
The waning moon hangs in the sky.
Rendering the villa’s snow-white silhouette.
Boss Jiang repeatedly rings the doorbell.
Soon after,
The door opens.
“Is Junior Sister Luo not here?”
Seeing the person who opened the door, Jiang Chen greets naturally.
“It’s not the weekend today.”
The hoowner steps aside.
Jiang Chen walks in, “Sorry to bother you.”
This apology is certainly not for himself. Unexpectedly, the other party responds, “No problem, I invited them over.”
Jiang Chen is montarily speechless.
As he enters the living room, the young Martial Saint is sitting upright on the couch, watching TV, his back straight, still discussing the plot with Duanmu beside him.
“Sis, I think the plot of this drama is too ridiculous. Even if it’s to please the female audience, they shouldn’t make stuff up like this, it’s all so wrong. Her ex-boyfriend stays chaste for her, unwaveringly devoted, doesn’t even mind that she got married and had kids, but she, falling for everyone she ets.”
Jiang Chen glances at the TV.
It’s actually starring the immortal sister, a childhood goddess for many people.
Of course.
Nowadays people don’t recognize the ancient tis’ moon.
For the kids now, they might only know Pei Yunxi, just like how they were back then.
Perhaps this is what you call inheritance.
Pei Yunxi’s hospitality is quite warm, as there are even fruits on the coffee table.
“Nowadays TV shows are really unbearable because the viewers are mostly won, so these screenwriters and directors have gone mad for ratings.”
Martial Saint continues to ramble on.
“You’re still young, you don’t understand Ling’er sister’s worth.”
The sudden voice causes Martial Saint to turn around.
“Why are you here?”
You didn’t really plan to stay overnight here, did you?
Even if she did invite you over, she probably didn’t an to let you spend the night, right?
“Is it really that good, it’s already dark.”
Jiang Chen reminds.
“Not good at all, the more I watch, the more heart-wrenching it is, all the n in it are just simps.”
“You’re still young, if you don’t believe , ask your sister Duanmu…”
As soon as he speaks, Jiang Chen realizes the mistake. Tanki Liuli grew up in the mountains, never even seen a black-and-white TV, how could she have witnessed the purity of Ling’er sister back then.
“If you don’t believe , ask Miss Pei.”
Jiang Chen changes his tune, Pei Yunxi and he should be from the sa era. “Back in our ti, there was no female star in the entertainnt industry comparable. The screenwriters designed such a role for her, it might not be artistic exaggeration.”
“Jiang Chen, you’re only a few years older than , putting on airs like this.”
Pei Yunxi only just notices the humor in their conversation.
Rarely do you encounter soone who is so dismissive in front of this person.
Even if it’s just a kid.
Maybe it’s only possible because it’s a kid.
“Okay, we’ve disturbed Miss Pei for a whole day, ti to head ho.”
“Hold on, let finish this episode.”
The kid turns back, complaining while watching, watching while complaining, genuinely authentic.
Jiang Chen smiles helplessly.
He finds the kid truly comfortable with strangers, fine with him since he’s considered the Lan family’s live-in son-in-law, but this is soone else’s ho after all.
“No rush.”
Pei Yunxi says proactively.
Since she said so, Jiang Chen naturally doesn’t need to play the villain, Martial Saint and Tanki Liuli sit on the couch while he and Pei Yunxi stand behind the sofa.
The four of them all face the romantic drama on the TV.
“Did you get Jin Zhuxuan a role?”
Jiang Chen asks softly.
“Yes.”
Jiang Chen doesn’t thank her, he rather righteously says, “That’s a good habit, worth promoting. Any roles you don’t want, you can recomnd them to company artists, keep it within the family.”
Pei Yunxi looks at the TV and “mm” answers again.
Jiang Chen’s eyebrow twitches.
Not very right.
How co so docile?
So he turns his head, concernedly asks, “Body not feeling well?”
Just asking if she’s sick.
This isn’t so serious illness, right?
Must it take eting soone like Shi Qianxi, the cactus, to make sense?
Turning her gaze away from the senior on TV, whose fa and influence are more than enough to overshadow Pei Yunxi, she turns her head to look at Jiang Chen, repeating his words.
“Keep it within the family, absolutely right.”
Her eyes don’t sparkle, like a misty distant mountain, yet still captivating, touching the heart.
Just like the senior on TV.
In the aesthetically fatigued entertainnt world, whether in appearance or aura, both have distinctive personal styles, standing out on their own.
Jiang Chen lightly coughs, “Any water?”
Towards him, Pei Yunxi seems less enthusiastic or perhaps, not so formal.
“In the fridge.”
What?
Spent half the day with Taoist Master Duanmu and now influenced, can’t even talk right?
Jiang Chen has been here before, at least sowhat familiar with the first-floor layout, walks expertly towards the dining room.
“Have you eaten?”
On the way back with a bottle of water, he asks, noticing the clean dining room.
“Takeout, cleaning service.”
“…”
Jiang Chen laughs helplessly, twists open the water bottle, drinks water.
“I think she suits xianxia dramas better, don’t you think?”
Watching TV, Boss Jiang finds sothing to talk about.
“There are no xianxia dramas now.”
Jiang Chen is dumbfounded.
Indeed.
Not the era when watching Ling’er sister fall into Carefree brother’s arms could make one cry.
Nowadays, xianxia is all about fantasy.
“How about I invest, and you act, let kids today experience what we did back then…”
“I can’t bring out that feeling.”
“Hey, don’t underestimate yourself, I genuinely think your aura fits, ethereal, classic, and like her, also has an immortal vibe, you really have the capacity to re-open the doors to xianxia dramas.”
The previous stuff was said well, but the latter part ssed it all up.
“Have you acted in historical dramas? If I have ti, I’ll look for so to watch.”
Pei Yunxi, unfazed, “Rember to close the door when you leave.”
After saying that, she turns to go upstairs.
Truly sees him as not an outsider.
“Wait a sec.”
Looking at her black hair flowing, Jiang Chen can’t help but call.
Pei Yunxi stops, turns her head.
“You’re welco to visit my place soday.”
Jiang Chen squeezes out a smile, pauses, “It’s not far.”
“I know which building it is.”
After saying, Pei Yunxi turns around, walks towards the stairs, holding the rail, steps up.
Jiang Chen stands stunned.
I know which building it is.
What does that an?
A TV episode finishes, Jiang Chen leaves with Martial Saint and Tanki Liuli, taking care of everything that needs to be closed on the way out, considerate and ticulous.
“Jiang Chen, your network is really wide.”
Finally.
The kid has a bit of admiration for Boss Jiang.
“Are you a fanboy?”
“Damn, that’s Pei Yunxi, isn’t it? Our principal is in his forties or fifties, if I bring back her autograph and photos, he would definitely be jealous to death.”
“Really?”
“Why would I lie, wasn’t there a rumor about Pei Yunxi being kept by a business mogul? He was so agitated, arguing fiercely with those online haters.”
“How do you know?”
“I was right beside, I say, I consider him a brother, did you think I was bluffing?”
The three uneven shadows gradually fade away.
The white villa.
On the second floor.
A quiet illuminated window.
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