In the quiet night.
Jin Zhuxuan ca out of the building with Xu Kuan.
Xu Kuan glanced at the apartnt across the street and asked, "Do you want to go see Li Xuejing?"
"No."
Xu Kuan nodded and didn’t insist, "Let’s get in the car, I’ll take Miss Jin ho."
Li Xuejing probably hadn’t managed to witness Liu Junxiang "commit suicide" from afar, but without a doubt, the entire process of Liu Junxiang’s death.
Carefully... yet hastily.
The suicide note was there.
The handprint was there.
But.
Does this an a popular idol willingly hanged himself?
Besides.
At the concert venue, Liu Junxiang was openly dragged out in front of the entire FOX team.
Isn’t this totally trampling on everyone’s intelligence?
"Miss Jin, you don’t need to worry, it won’t cause you any trouble. Like those victims who chose to end their lives due to unbearable humiliation, Liu Junxiang committed suicide out of guilt."
Xu Kuan’s voice was as steady as the moving car, as if the one who just died wasn’t an idol star, but an ant.
Or.
In his eyes, the two weren’t much different, just like those poor people who clearly didn’t have ntal illnesses but could be legitimately sent to psychiatric hospitals and confined by people like Liu Junxiang.
"The Liu Junxiangs" know what’s going on, many people also know what’s going on, and "the Liu Junxiangs" know that many people know what’s going on, and many people also know that "the Liu Junxiangs" know they know what’s going on.
But what does it matter?
The truth is never important.
A tacit understanding.
All that’s needed is a simple two words.
—Dignity.
Xu Kuan’s calmness showcased his overwhelming power and imnse confidence. As soone at the top, Jin Zhuxuan had seen a lot of the world, but what happened in the past two or three hours profoundly impacted her.
Knowing sothing is one thing; witnessing it firsthand is another.
It’s really just like being an ant.
"As long as Mr. Xu won’t be in trouble."
Xu Kuan smiled a little, undeniably, today’s performance by this Korea Divine Beauty had greatly surprised him.
"...Is Miss Jin sad?"
He added casually.
"Good deeds bring rewards, and evil deeds bring retribution. Liu Junxiang got what he deserved."
In reality.
There aren’t as many saints as one might think.
With Liu Junxiang’s sins, his death is hardly regrettable; even being drawn and quartered wouldn’t be excessive. Of course, if he hadn’t been so reckless today, insanely trying to target Jin Zhuxuan and speaking insultingly to Boss Jiang, he might not have ended up like this.
Although his cris might eventually be revealed to the world, one must know that Korea does not have the death penalty, aning that even through formal channels, the most it would lead to is life imprisonnt.
"I’m really glad Miss Jin thinks this way."
Xu Kuan nodded with a smile.
Jin Zhuxuan suddenly turned her head and said unexpectedly, "If I had pleaded for Liu Junxiang just now, would Mr. Xu have spared him?"
Xu Kuan was caught off guard, paused for a mont, and then chuckled, "If I said yes, wouldn’t that an Miss Jin carries the burden of murder?"
What is emotional intelligence.
What is the art of language.
"No wonder Mr. Jiang trusts Mr. Xu so much."
Xu Kuan’s smile deepened, looking at Jin Zhuxuan with more aningful eyes.
A female artist with nothing but looks is not worth investing in.
"Now I also understand why Mr. Jiang initially signed Miss Jin; before, I thought it was luck."
The ambiguity in Xu Kuan’s words was intriguing.
"Just luck."
Jin Zhuxuan emphasized, reiterating.
Xu Kuan smiled and nodded, not arguing, changing the subject: "When does Miss Jin plan to return to Shen Zhou?"
"What about Mr. Jiang?"
Jin Zhuxuan blurted out.
Xu Kuan didn’t tease, and Jin Zhuxuan wasn’t embarrassed.
They’re not kids.
No need to be pretentious.
"Mr. Jiang has a flight tomorrow."
"Ah..."
Jin Zhuxuan was surprised, not expecting it to be so soon.
"The reason Mr. Jiang stayed until now was because of Miss Jin’s performance."
Xu Kuan said casually, really not fearing repercussions.
Disregarding Boss Jiang, just simply for Jin Zhuxuan, he was evidently kind, but Jin Zhuxuan wasn’t foolish either.
"I know Mr. Jiang must have important matters to attend to in Korea, but thank you for your kindness, Mr. Xu."
Such a person, it’s really hard not to feel a good impression.
So Xu Kuan simply steeled his heart, going the extra mile, "Should I help Miss Jin book a flight for tomorrow?"
Jin Zhuxuan hesitated, clearly tempted, but after considering, she shook her head.
"It’s too sudden, I haven’t inford my family beforehand. Moreover, I don’t want Mr. Xu to be blad."
Xu Kuan smiled with relief.
Knowing how to be considerate of others, what a precious quality indeed.
"I’ve been with Mr. Jiang for so long, and I’ve co to understand him quite well. In many ways, Mr. Jiang is a bit like a woman."
Jin Zhuxuan’s eyes widened in disbelief.
"A woman?"
Xu Kuan nodded, "Yes, sharp-tongued, soft-hearted."
Hearing this, Jin Zhuxuan couldn’t help but laugh, then covering her mouth, she whispered, "Don’t worry, Mr. Xu, I won’t tattle to Mr. Jiang."
Hard to imagine.
They had just witnessed a dramatic suicide.
Amidst laughter and conversation, the gloom and darkness swiftly vanished.
"If Miss Jin doesn’t leave with Mr. Jiang, try not to stay in Korea for too long."
Naturally, Jin Zhuxuan understood.
Liu Junxiang’s death, seemingly accidental, likely wasn’t that simple.
A massive conflict might have used this as a signal, soon to unfold, the subsequent storm unknown in its magnitude.
Korea is no longer a place to linger for long, at least not until the dust settles before returning.
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