"Wow..."
The streetlights baked the night.
Li Shuru drove into Spring and Autumn Plaza, parked her car near her ho, and as she got out, a gust of wind inexplicably lifted her long hair.
What is it that a woman pursues all her life?
She thought of her friend Xu Siyi.
Wealth.
Love.
Identity.
Status.
The things others long for, she seems to have all of them.
The only difference is.
The length of ti she had them.
But thinking of that guy.
That club activity in college, she would never forget for the rest of her life.
A guy who would risk his life for her, is it really necessary to be so petty?
Don’t fuss over the differences in the rules of society’s pyramid.
People just need to understand one thing.
Contentnt brings happiness.
If Si Yi could stick to her original intentions, just pursue material things and not let her desires swell, would she be in pain?
Smoothing the wind-blown strands of hair behind her ear, Li Shuru looked at the luxury residence she had had since her college days.
With its extrely low density, Spring and Autumn Plaza beca desolate and quiet at night, but the lights inside were enough to dispel all fatigue, bringing a warm power.
Her lips unconsciously curved into a smile, and after working a little overti, President Li walked briskly into her ho, only to find it particularly lively today.
"Miss Lan."
Looking at the guest sitting in the living room, after a brief surprise, she offered an elegant smile and greeted politely.
That’s right.
Lan Peizhi had co again.
Blood Guanyin, who was chatting with soone, shifted her gaze, nodded slightly, and returned a shallow curve.
"Sorry to disturb."
It wasn’t just a courtesy.
It was quite reasonable.
After all, the property certificate of this billionaire mansion did not have soone’s na on it.
"Sister Shurui."
Martial Saint and Tanki Liuli were accompanying on the side; Tanki Liuli was calmly watching TV, considerately lowering the volu, while Martial Saint had a sowhat strange look, appearing inexplicably a bit aggrieved.
"Miss Lan, don’t feel like an outsider. Martial Saint is now family to us. We always welco you whenever you co."
What is emotional intelligence?
Compared to their first eting, Li Shuru had undergone a trendous transformation, sitting next to Jiang Chen, poised and composed.
Not saying she could confront directly, but at least she had the courage to sit opposite.
Over the years, Lan Peizhi had only visited once, but recently, within a few short days, she had been here twice.
Of course.
Today, Lan Peizhi didn’t co of her own accord; it was because her brother, Martial Saint, called an "SOS" ergency help.
Being of the sa blood, in the end, it’s impossible to ignore the call for help.
After Pei Yunxi left in the afternoon, Jiang Chen couldn’t hold back anymore. As Martial Saint’s temporary guardian, he had both the duty and right to educate. This kid was certainly unruly at ho; his parents couldn’t bear to discipline him, and his elder sister was far away, so Jiang Chen decided to take on the responsibility and treat the kid with sothing everyone has tasted in childhood, bamboo shoot fried pork. But who knew this kid was so sharp, locked the door against him, and when he found the key to open it, the room was already empty.
This kid certainly didn’t have supernatural powers to fly through the sky. Even if he hung out with immortals like Daoist Duanmu every day, after all, even Duanmu himself relied on two legs to run away. When Jiang Chen walked to the bedside and looked out, guess what?
Ha.
The bed sheet had been twisted into an escape rope hanging outside.
Apparently, becoming a criminal genius by watching detective shows isn’t baseless.
When Martial Saint returned, it was already two or three hours later.
Hmm.
And not alone.
Behind him ca his sister, Blood Guanyin.
Actually, by then, Boss Jiang’s emotions had cald down, and the belt had long returned to his waist. But even so, it’s worth saying, an only child is inadvisable; sotis you need the help of siblings.
"Did Martial Saint cause any trouble?"
The pleasantries began.
The dignified Blood Guanyin actually understood the aning of "courtesy"?
At her words, Mr. Jiang couldn’t help but glance at her.
Today’s events weren’t trouble?
Only experiencing it personally can one truly empathize.
He finally understood the saying that rumors spread by three people can beco tigers and that repeated lies may alter perception, understanding now why Pei Yunxi could spread news in Hui City about a simple cold being turned into a pregnancy.
His examination report clearly stated everything was normal, eting the standards of a healthy adult male, so how did it turn into—infertility?
Thinking of this, he couldn’t help but glance at Martial Saint again.
Martial Saint gave an embarrassed smile, quickly lowering his gaze to the luxurious floor tiles, wanting to dig into the ground with his toes from embarrassnt.
He didn’t bla Brother Jiang Chen for getting mad.
What man could tolerate such a "slander"?
If it had been him falsely accused, he surely would have fought back.
But he truly hadn’t ant to cause trouble.
He was entirely driven by concern.
"No, since Martial Saint ca, it’s been more lively here. Miss Lan, he’s doing great; you don’t need to worry."
Unaware of the prior events, Li Shuru still spoke kindly, while Martial Saint, feeling guilty, listened with increasing sha.
"Brother Jiang Chen, I was wrong; I won’t babble nonsense anymore."
Martial Saint cautiously raised his head.
Li Shuru sensed sothing amiss and asked her boyfriend, "What’s going on?"
"I shouldn’t have said..."
Martial Saint was about to express remorse for his actions, but Jiang Chen interrupted, "Go upstairs and reflect thoroughly."
Tsk.
Truly wielding his authority haphazardly.
The kid’s own sister sat right there, yet he still had the audacity to boss him around, blatantly overstepping his bounds.
User Comments
0 comments from readers