At the sa ti.
She also understood that the so-called sugar daddy thing was probably just nonsense.
"Here’s my business card."
Even though she likes to have fun, Luck isn’t just a wild party girl—she decisively seized the lost opportunity and pulled out her business card from the sequined clutch.
Hu Die silently sipped her drink.
Honestly, although Luck was indeed a billionaire, she wasn’t quite up to Jiang Chen’s circle. But being sociable doesn’t necessarily an being snobby; Jiang Chen, who could chat with a delivery guy, surely didn’t care whether soone was equal to him or not.
Of course.
If he truly followed that standard, he might as well not make friends because, with his status, how many equals could possibly be found in the world?
Jiang Chen not only took the business card but also bowed his head to seriously look at it—a seemingly trivial detail that reflected a rare respect.
In this era of worshiping the rich and trampling the poor, it’s actually not hard to keep oneself aloof; what’s hard is to maintain a level gaze when looking from the steps down.
"Truth be told, I have a research institution that’s also involved in bionic exploration. Maybe in the future, we could collaborate with Director Lou from Qicai Technology."
Jiang Chen said suddenly, sounding much more sincere than when they first t.
Lou ili was unsurprised.
With his image and temperant, if he were really a kept man, she’d eat her words.
"May I ask what’s the na of Mr. Jiang’s research institution? Is it in Kyoto or elsewhere?"
Lou ili took the opportunity to ask, continuing the conversation.
"Kyoto. I wonder if Director Lou has heard of it—it’s called the Tianqi Research Institute."
Tianqi?
Luck was stunned, her eyes widening instantly, buzzing in her mind.
It’s not whether she had heard of it.
It’s thunderously famous.
As Qicai is a technology company, they’re naturally always attuned to cutting-edge technology and research institutions globally.
Qicai surely has its own research departnt and labs.
But Tianqi.
Isn’t that a national-level research institute?
It’s said to house geniuses, converging top talents from various fields, including many world-renowned returnee elites, even Nobel Prize contenders.
And now he says Tianqi is his?
Being part of the industry, Lou ili knew too well the exaggerated costs of such institutions; research institutes of Tianqi’s scale could only be sustained by national power, not individuals.
Montarily, she really felt he was boasting!
"Mr. Jiang, which Tianqi are you talking about?"
She reasonably questioned if it might be a homonym?
"The Tianqi Research Institute was jointly established by Mr. Jiang and the nation."
Hu Die chid in.
Jiang Chen remained silent.
It seed she really thoroughly researched him.
"..."
Hearing Hu Die’s explanation, Luck was once again stunned.
"So, Mr. Jiang, do you know Dr. Lin Zhuzhen?"
"Yes."
Looking at the unperturbed man, Lou ili’s expression stiffened, her scalp tingled, blood surged to her head, her mind felt like exploding, she seed unsteady and had to grab the side of the bar.
The joke had gone too far.
A man claid to be kept, yet he collaborated with the nation to open a research institute, gathering global elites, even employing Lin Zhuzhen—the kind of super brain regarded internationally as a strategic resource.
And then think about the woman who supposedly kept him.
No wonder calls reached her father without lifting a finger.
In Kyoto, there must be awareness.
Was this.
Accidentally barging into the Heavenly Palace?
As if oblivious to Luck’s shock, Jiang Chen pocketed the business card and unintentionally touched his phone.
The phone was vibrating.
Upon checking.
Wow.
Several missed calls.
The music in the bar was too loud, drowning them out.
"Let take this call."
He rose from his seat.
Luck was still in a daze.
Hu Die didn’t bother her.
Once Jiang Chen was far, Luck snapped back, slowly breathed, and cald, "So, all along, you were..."
"I wasn’t before."
Hu Die succinctly replied, introducing them must have been out of kindness, everyone has friends, but hers certainly aren’t many.
However.
The rest wasn’t necessary for outsiders to know.
"So you don’t have to leave?"
Luck wouldn’t be foolish enough to pry; even with experience, asking would be in vain.
"I’m leaving soon."
Luck’s face showed disappointnt.
Hu Die changed the subject, "How did you and him et?"
Now that’s scientific.
It’s impossible not to have curiosity.
If one truly had a dead heart, they wouldn’t want to watch the drama.
Without a word, Luck’s expression shifted to embarrassnt and discomfort, a rare sight for soone as commanding as her.
"You didn’t target him as your ga prey, did you?"
Hu Die indeed understood her ways.
Luck was even more embarrassed, hesitating and shyly, usually a robust power woman, now like a guilty school child.
"How was I supposed to know he could bluff. When I t him here, he was drinking alone, I felt alright, so I chatted with him, and he said he was kept. How could a man joke about such a thing—I fell for it."
Luck spoke more helplessly, more reluctantly.
"Kept?"
"Yes!"
Luck nodded vigorously, "And I saw the woman who kept him, arrived later. Do you know her?"
"What does she look like."
No choice.
Hu Die wasn’t feigning ignorance, but soone indeed had too many won around, even she couldn’t imdiately figure out who it was.
"Very pretty, comfortable deanor, easy to get along with, about your height, no jewelry, yet very classy, but approachable..."
After describing as best as she could, Luck tentatively asked, "Do you know her?"
Hu Die remained calm.
"What you described should be the head of Jiuding Group’s strategic departnt, Cao Jinse."
Luck was shocked again, seemingly hamred, eyes blankly staring at Hu Die in disbelief.
"Huh?"
What’s Jiuding Group’s status.
Anyone in business or with business scale probably knows.
Although it looks like a corporation, it’s far beyond the concept of "corporation."
And the strategic departnt’s position in a group, as an entrepreneur, Luck understood crystal clear.
That woman shouldn’t be older than her, right?
So young and already one of Jiuding’s decision-makers?
Luck gripped the bar harder, needing ti.
"Hu Die, you’re not joking with , are you?"
"They might joke with you, but I won’t."
Hu Die’s tone was flat, possibly cold, but being friends ant Luck knew she was warm inside; otherwise, why disclose so much?
Unintentionally entered the Heavenly Palace.
So, does that an.
Hu Die is also one of the heavenly beings?
No wonder she’s so connected.
"Die, I’ve been ignorant, please, keep looking out for ."
Luck’s tone shifted, becoming incredibly fawning.
She obviously knew.
Perhaps Hu Die’s level was distant from those born and raised heavenly beings, but even working for the Heavenly Court, for mortals, was undoubtedly being an immortal.
In the Heavenly Court, you’d call Horses’ Fortune and I wouldn’t mind, but outside the Heavenly Court, what should I be called?
"Picked the wrong target. Didn’t you fancy him?"
Luck smiled bitterly, touching her belly slightly restrained by the dress, "At this weight, he’d be interested."
Hu Die raised her glass.
"Maybe he’s just into that."
True enough.
Boss Jiang really doesn’t have this type—no, kind.
"You want dead."
Luck looked desolate, "Jiuding’s lady emperor isn’t soone my scrawny arms and legs can ss with. One slap and I’d be dust."
"Didn’t you say she’s kind-hearted and easygoing."
"Haha, isn’t that how immortals treat mortals? But try stealing her treasures, and she’ll vanquish you, obliterated, gone."
Hu Die sipped her drink, the corners of her lips raised, silent.
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