Hearing Fang Jun’s na, there was a slight ripple in the dead pond of Hu Die’s eyes.
"Has Young Master Fang left?"
Jiang Chen smiled faintly.
"You shouldn’t ask that question, isn’t that your expertise?"
Hu Die resud her silence.
"Haven’t you two not seen each other for a long ti?"
Since the other party wasn’t in the mood to eat, or perhaps wasn’t hungry, Jiang Chen didn’t insist.
Standing there in silence, Hu Die tacitly confird.
"I may not have the right to say anything, but from an outsider’s perspective, Young Master Fang, or rather the current Young Master Fang, sincerely hopes you’re well."
Her smooth long hair subrged her shoulders. Hu Die pursed her lips and kept silent, but her eyes were a little different compared to when she first walked in.
"You don’t have to rush to give an answer. Go back, think it through."
Hu Die looked at him, then turned around.
"Just leaving like that?"
Youmao was dissatisfied, "How does Little Song teach, really no manners."
Jiang Chen ignored it and picked up his chopsticks.
He could keep his calm, but Youmao lacked such endurance, his heart was just too curious.
Although the conversation just now was brief and concise, the information revealed was quite rich and interesting.
"Do you think she might feel hate for Little Song due to love?"
Even though he was used to her style, Jiang Chen almost choked unprepared.
This is precisely why they say not to talk while eating or sleeping.
"There’s nothing wrong with liking soone, and there’s nothing wrong with not liking soone either."
Boss Jiang indeed managed to remain objective and impartial. As a forr senior舔狗, such enlightennt is sothing most people might not comprehend easily.
Youmao nodded thoughtfully, "Jiang Chen, what you said makes sense, hey, why do I suddenly feel a bit sorry for Fang Jun, he’s even worse than a spare tire. If I were him, I’d definitely take a kitchen knife and go after Little Song desperately."
"A thousand golds couldn’t buy my willingness."
"Willingness?"
Youmao snorted in disagreent, "If he was willing, why didn’t he see Hu Die after coming out? Why bother to subtly ask you?"
This question involves more complex emotional factors. Liking soone doesn’t necessarily an eting them, or even being together, but explaining these things to Youmao didn’t seem necessary.
"It has nothing to do with you."
Youmao stared at him directly, "Are you treating like a child? I’m older than Duanmu!"
Hmm.
You are older than Daoist Sister.
Yet when it cos to matters of love, you are both on par.
"Jiang Chen, don’t underestimate people, I know a lot."
It was an excellent opportunity to probe, but Jiang Chen didn’t seize it and resud eating, "Let’s eat."
Youmao, who had initiated the conversation, didn’t stop talking. While eating, she said, "Do you think Hu Die will choose to go incognito and fly far away?"
"I don’t know."
"You don’t know? Aren’t you an expert in dealing with won?"
Hearing this, Jiang Chen imdiately put down his chopsticks, turned his head, "Who said I’m an expert in dealing with won?"
"Haha."
Youmao gave an awkward laugh and instantly stopped talking, "Let’s eat, let’s eat."
Playing hooky was easy, but sneaking back into the office was caught right away.
"Where did you go?"
Cao Jinse, who wasn’t there when she left, was now sitting at her desk reviewing docunts without even looking up.
Tiptoeing, Youmao decided not to pretend and stopped, "I went for a stroll."
"Where did you stroll?"
Cao Jinse multitasked, doing both without delay.
Downstairs was definitely not an option to say, considering she was gone for quite so ti. Clever Youmao thus said, "Chang’an Street, Antian Gate."
Cao Jinse looked up.
"That far?"
"Miss, didn’t you also stroll quite far that night..."
Youmao whispered.
Following the example, indeed.
The most effective education has always been by example.
Cao Jinse stared at her without steering the conversation elsewhere.
"Tell the truth."
Youmao hardly kept secrets. Without even facing harsh questioning, just a slightly heavier tone made her spill.
"I went to eat."
"With whom?"
"Jiang Chen. He insisted on treating ."
Didn’t you say you’d keep in touch?
The premise for keeping in touch, first must be reliable.
"Miss, do you know you rely bit him lightly, yet he specifically put on a band-aid, it’s really too much!"
Darn.
Who said she was simple?
She’s practically a genius—no, a rabbit genius, speaks human words to humans, and ghostly words to ghosts.
"What else?"
Cao Jinse’s face showed no emotion, neither sadness nor joy.
"He also called Hu Die over, saying he wanted to send her abroad for a new life. Sigh, really thoughtful."
Ti cannot be turned back. It’s just unknown if Jiang Chen were to hear her exaggerations and twisting truths today, would he demand his al money back?
"Oh, right. Also."
Being jumpy, speak slowly, no need to rush.
"What else?"
"Being abandoned by Song Chaoge, Hu Die seed very sad, very hurt, and even hit soone at the Kyoto Hotel."
"Kyoto Hotel, you really went quite far, he must have spent a fortune."
Cao Jinse smiled.
Youmao pretended not to see, "Miss, Song Chaoge is just too selfish, people did so much for him, once they’re of no use, he simply says no more. n, hmpf."
After scolding Boss Jiang, she scolds Little Song.
After scolding won, she scolds n.
Truly impartial and unbiased.
"Who did she hit?"
"I don’t know. So out-of-towner."
Surely overheard the na, just didn’t bother rembering.
Look at this.
The Haojiang Hall King in Kyoto, reduced to rely the nickna "out-of-towner."
"What did you do?"
Upon hearing about the serious news of a fight at the Kyoto Hotel, Cao Jinse showed no concern, even lowered her head again to continue viewing docunts.
"I didn’t do anything."
Youmao hurriedly clarified, "I even went to diate, otherwise it wouldn’t have been solved so easily."
Even taking credit now.
But it was indeed true.
Hu Die was just a shadow in the dark, not well-known, at least that young Mr. Gong who didn’t even say a peep nor showed his face, surely was frightened away by Youmao.
Better losing a friend than losing oneself.
If it were Cao Jinse, she might go up for a greeting, but just afraid of encountering those unreasonable, savage types.
Youmao may be petite, but she always accompanied Princess Cao, how many people in Kyoto City wouldn’t know her?
Had a great face indeed～
Being punched isn’t scary, what’s worriso is being punched in vain.
Because it’s not like being an out-of-towner who could just walk away, if attacked, surely would be ridiculed forever.
Young Mr. Gong had self-awareness, unfortunately, Zhong Tingwang didn’t realize when the distinguished guest he intended to establish contact with left abruptly, there must have been a reason, but that’s how people are, won’t rest until the truth is confird.
The Kyoto Hotel indeed had dical facilities, "tily" diagnosing Xiao Tai with fractures, muscle contusions, and cartilage damage. Hmm, they’re small injuries indeed, not a major issue, yet for so, losing face is far more serious than bleeding.
And not even eating a al before leaving, as the host, naturally, there’s a need for concern. After the unresolved conflict, Zhong Xiaoye placed a phone call.
No,.
To be precise, he attempted a call.
Because it didn’t go through.
The person simply didn’t pick up.
Though possibly unheard, or perhaps busy with other matters.
Thus the waiting Zhong Xiaoye at the Kyoto Hotel kept dialing persistently after waiting for a while on CD.
Round and round, over and over.
The result remains consistent.
No news at all.
Zhong Tingwang indeed was a person capable of great things, even when the other party’s deanor was quite apparent, he still held firm and didn’t abandon or give up, leading to eventually—
——"Sorry, the number you dialed is powered off, sorry..."
This likely wasn’t a power-off.
More probable was a block.
Elsewhere.
The terribly annoyed Young Mr. Gong went ahead to delete all contact details, towards his phone.
"I’m fuck you!"
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