This ti, Jiang Chen knew that Li Shuru had gotten up, as she kissed him on the forehead before heading to work.
Such a rare heroic spirit.
The hardest kindness to bear is that of a beauty.
Of course, to smooth over his girlfriend’s worries, Boss Jiang put in all his effort and paid a considerable price.
Luckily, he’s still young.
If it were a man in his thirties or forties, after a checkup that day, he might not have been able to handle it.
The Golden Throat wasn’t needed, but in terms of experience, Li Shuru certainly couldn’t be compared to Shi Qianxi. After all, they’ve lived together for so long that, except for that legal certificate, they’re no different from a married couple.
Exhausted, Jiang Chen continued to rest after Li Shuru left, only to be woken by a knock at the door around noon.
"Bro, still sleeping? You should take care of yourself."
The one knocking was Martial Saint, the kid stood at the door with a aningful look in his eyes.
How does that saying go?
Absence makes the heart grow fonder.
Although he wasn’t yet an adult, he understood what he needed to.
"Stop sleeping, it’s ti for lunch, we have a guest."
With that, the kid turned and ran downstairs, not bothering to finish his sentence.
A guest?
Jiang Chen was surprised but didn’t think too much of it. After a quick wash and getting dressed, he went downstairs to find Martial Saint lounging alone on the sofa, playing with his phone.
Jiang Chen walked over and saw he was chatting with soone. He easily took the phone from behind him.
"What are you doing?"
Martial Saint instantly stood up.
"What are you chatting about that’s making you smile so much?"
Not respecting the so-called right to privacy, Jiang Chen unabashedly looked down at the phone, only to find he couldn’t understand a thing.
Because the chat page was full of unfamiliar characters, it seed to be... Japanese?
"Bro, you can’t understand it anyway, give it back."
Confident that he had Jiang Chen, Martial Saint didn’t even try to grab it back and just stood there calmly.
Jiang Chen smiled but was helpless.
He really was culturally limited.
"Got another girlfriend?"
He tossed the phone back.
Martial Saint caught it easily, "Don’t talk nonsense, it’s that Princess from Japan."
Jiang Chen was slightly stunned and confird, "Ya Yi?"
"Yeah."
Jiang Chen was surprised and couldn’t help but ask, "Since when..."
"It was during the funeral in Tokyo, bro. It’s not my fault; she asked for my contact."
Jiang Chen was speechless, looking at Martial Saint’s indifferent expression, his expression was a bit peculiar.
"Do you guys chat often?"
"Not really, I’m busy with school. Unlike her, she’s a royal, no one manages her."
Clicking his tongue.
He sighed.
But for the Little Princess brought up in the deep palace where every move is taught to follow strict rules, she likely didn’t get many opportunities to interact with a big brother like Martial Saint, and his personality must be quite novel for her.
Jiang Chen was silent for a while, not probing into the kids’ conversations but simply reminding him, "It’s fine to chat, just don’t go around telling others."
"I know if those guys at school knew I was chatting with their Princess, they’d go crazy."
Jiang Chen stopped there and changed the topic, "So where’s the guest you ntioned?"
"Oh, in the kitchen with Sister Liuli."
Jiang Chen then walked toward the kitchen and saw a silhouette no less charming than Daoist Sister.
"Do you know how to cook?"
Jiang Chen walked over, not the least bit polite, not even treating her as a guest.
"You’re up early."
The other replied, her mastery of language also impressive.
Jiang Chen ignored it, sniffed, and looked at Daoist Sister at the stove, "Slls so good, what’s cooking?"
"Black-bone chicken."
The guest answered.
Just then.
Martial Saint ca running over, perfectly timing with his input, "Bro, we went shopping at the supermarket with Sister Liuli early this morning. It’s fresh and very nourishing. Just right for you to restore so energy."
A row of black lines appeared on Jiang Chen’s forehead, but with the guest present, he refrained from getting physical.
"It should be almost done. Go help Sister Liuli serve the soup."
After ordering Martial Saint, Jiang Chen turned his head, wearing a warm smile appropriate for the guest.
"Go have a seat."
"Okay, Sister Yunxi, I’ll handle the rest, you go rest."
Martial Saint chid in.
Exactly.
The guest was none other than Pei Yunxi, who lived in the sa top-tier luxury district of Shen Zhou.
Since Martial Saint and Tanki Liuli had visited her house so many tis, it was only natural for her to drop by.
Pei Yunxi didn’t insist, wiped her hands, and then joined Jiang Chen in the living room.
Lan Peizhi has been here once.
But in soone’s mory, even though they lived in the sa neighborhood, this was the first ti she’d visited.
Of course.
Whether she had co while he wasn’t ho was another matter.
"A rare guest."
Once they were seated, he remarked.
Utterly exasperated.
Truly exasperated.
Things were peaceful before, everyone minding their own business, not bothering each other. How had they suddenly reached so kind of understanding?
Only he’s caught in the middle, feeling double the pressure.
Not talking about other places but currently in East Sea, Lan Peizhi, Shi Qianxi, Pei Yunxi, and Li Shuru.
Heh.
If you set a ti when they’re all free, you could easily arrange a mahjong ga.
"I thought you weren’t ho."
Indeed a rare guest, Pei Yunxi comnted, not sure if she was explaining or clarifying.
"Whether I’m here or not doesn’t matter."
"Then who matters if they’re not here?"
Pei Yunxi imdiately continued, her face as charming as ever, with its serene beauty.
So unspoken understanding had developed.
Jiang Chen remained silent.
"It wasn’t my idea to co; Liuli invited ."
Those alluring eyes glanced in the direction of the kitchen.
Everyone knows the importance of reciprocation.
Learning to be grateful is, of course, a good thing.
But Jiang Chen felt a headache coming on.
Once it starts, it won’t stop. If Daoist Sister becos hospitable and frequently brings people over, it’ll be lively in the future.
Pei Yunxi withdrew her gaze, her eyes more captivating than any gem, eting Jiang Chen’s. Suddenly, she smiled slightly, a beauty beyond compare.
"I couldn’t reject, right?"
Jiang Chen remained silent.
Thinking back to what he said at Xu Siyi’s house yesterday.
Romantic debts, they’re not to be trifled with.
"Your life is truly enviable, waking up naturally."
Jiang Chen tugged at the corner of his mouth, "Aren’t you the sa?"
"But no one cares about my health or thinks of making black-bone chicken soup for ."
Jiang Chen’s eyelid twitched, the black lines on his forehead deepening.
No doubt, Daoist Sister couldn’t be this attentive; it must have been Martial Saint’s sneaky idea.
"Bro, Sister Yunxi, the food’s ready, co sit."
Martial Saint’s voice called from the dining room.
"Didn’t have breakfast, must be hungry."
Pei Yunxi got up, clearly not feeling like a guest at all.
But then, in Spring and Autumn Plaza, they’re neighbors, and in Myanmar, they had lived together for a while.
"Hold on."
Jiang Chen, who hadn’t changed his clothes, stood up at the sa ti, reaching into his pocket to pull out a crumpled piece of paper, handing it to her before walking ahead.
Pei Yunxi, puzzled, instinctively looked down to see what it was, unfolding the paper.
[Dynamic Parater Analysis Report]
Looking further down.
As a professional actress, Pei Yunxi’s ntal defense crumbled instantly, her excellent facial control collapsing as she sharply looked up.
"Are you a pervert!"
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