"Why haven’t Pei Shu and the others called you recently?"
Chatting while having hotpot, what a delightful atmosphere.
Jiang Chen quite enjoyed it.
Whether Pei Yunxi found him eye-catching or not, having her by his side was definitely an incomparable spice for him, boosting his appetite.
Being viewed can be a part of a woman’s value, much like a piece of art.
It’s not an insult, but a complint.
This is why beautiful won often brim with confidence, because they themselves feel this extra value compared to ordinary won.
Of course.
At Pei Yunxi’s level, she returns to a more original simplicity, often masking her appearance with a face mask to avoid showing off.
But such value is a gift from above, not sothing you can just reclaim at will; only ti can slowly erode it.
However, the effects of ti on Pei Yunxi seem to be significantly weakened.
"Doesn’t your junior also rarely call you?"
It’s like shooting oneself in the foot.
Jiang Chen had learned before; it’s not that the other party doesn’t know how to speak, she’s just "stoic".
Her eloquence is actually comparable to anyone else’s.
Why don’t your parents call?
A rhetorical question, really.
Always going around with a man, even sleeping in the sa bed, is it convenient to call?
And what Pei Yunxi pointed out is indeed a fact.
When out, Li Shuru rarely checks in.
This shows a sense of generosity and maturity.
But even with Jiang Chen’s thick skin, it’s impossible to discuss this topic openly; so things are best left unspoken, at least for now. While pondering how to change the subject, a ringing phone gave him an out.
He quickly took out his phone and glanced at the screen.
It was Du Enqin.
Could this female boss of Peace Hotel really predict things?
Jiang Chen pressed the answer button and put the phone to his ear.
"Mr. Jiang."
"What’s up?"
Even though their relationship had changed, with the other side turning over a new leaf, Jiang Chen didn’t put on airs and spoke as usual in a polite tone.
"Mr. Jiang, isn’t there sothing you forgot, you have guests."
Jiang Chen’s eyes shifted, as if he really had forgotten, then said calmly, "I’ll be right down."
Hanging up the phone, he put away his phone and picked up the napkin to wipe his mouth, "I have to go downstairs for a bit."
Pei Yunxi also put down her chopsticks.
"Not eating anymore?" Jiang Chen asked upon seeing this.
"I’m full."
Jiang Chen nodded. He had crossed many mountains; although every ti he got over one, he’d find another, he had learned many things along the way.
Like understanding others well, or rather, understanding intentions clearly.
"Then let’s go together."
The two of them went downstairs together.
"Mr. Jiang."
Du Enqin was waiting in the lobby; besides her, Xu Kuan was also there, along with... several unfamiliar n.
Ordinary attire, like sothing sold at a Karuzi street stall, uniformly neat short hair, sun-darkened skin, and the most noticeable feature: their unwavering straight backs, unmoved by any force.
Total of eight people.
Plus each holding a cloth bag of luggage.
They seed to have co from afar.
Presumably, these were the guests Du Enqin ntioned.
Seeing these people, Pei Yunxi suddenly inexplicably thought of their countryman, Liao Donglai, but felt they were not quite the sa. However, the oppressive aura was clear, even more intense than when Xu Kuan brought so many fully ard soldiers when they first arrived in Myanmar.
"I thought you’d arrive in the evening."
Jiang Chen smiled, proactively reaching out his hand, "Welco."
The man in the center shook hands with Jiang Chen on behalf of the others, appearing older than Jiang Chen, possibly well over thirty, maybe even forty. The other seven were similar.
But their gaze towards Jiang Chen, besides being scrutinizing, also carried a pure, unadulterated respect.
"Mr. Jiang, Happy New Year."
Whoosh.
Not ntioning others, even Jiang Chen nearly couldn’t hold it in.
This is truly not being good with words.
Of course.
It was still the lunar New Year, so it was appropriate, and greetings sounded different coming from different people.
"Thank you."
Jiang Chen nodded warmly, looking at the eight, "Thank you all for your hard work."
The man withdrew his hand.
Not really good at socializing indeed.
Jiang Chen seed to notice, didn’t make things hard for them, and after a brief welco, quickly instructed Xu Kuan, "Make the arrangents."
Xu Kuan nodded and politely invited the eight weary guests, "Please follow ."
The group left.
Leaving only Jiang Chen, Pei Yunxi, and the quietly observing hotel owner, Du Enqin.
"Mr. Jiang, aren’t you going to introduce them?"
Du Enqin joked, her curiosity clearly piqued.
"No na to introduce."
Jiang Chen responded casually.
"No nas?"
Du Enqin was taken aback.
Pei Yunxi was equally surprised.
No nas, how did they get here?
How do you buy tickets?
By train, not by plane, surely?
And there’s no way all eight have no nas, right?
"Never seen a naless hero?"
Jiang Chen said it calmly, quite seriously.
Du Enqin awkwardly curved her lips, gradually understanding.
There couldn’t be no nas.
Then there’s only one possibility left.
Simply that they "cannot have nas."
"These should be Mr. Jiang’s hotown friends, right?"
Du Enqin probed.
Nonsense.
Does Boss Jiang have friends elsewhere in Myanmar?
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