"I just talked to Jin Se, her attitude is very firm."
Despite appearing calm and composed during the call with Hu Die, once he hung up, Jiang Chen didn’t waste a mont. He didn’t even bother driving and imdiately called Lan Peizhi from below Jiuding Tower.
Without asking if the other party had indeed arrived in Kyoto, he went straight to the point to share information.
"So what."
"So you don’t need to communicate with her for now. Leave it to ."
That’s the spirit of taking setbacks as motivation, and instead becoming more confident.
Could it be.
Today’s visit to see Princess Cao was rely a gamble, success if it works, failure if it doesn’t, and he really prepared a second plan?
On the other side.
High above the whole city.
Inside a private tea room that isn’t open to the public, Lan Peizhi was holding a phone while a few charming and mature ladies sat around her. Although they’ve aged, their maintenance is impeccable, each of their skin as smooth and delicate as a young girl’s, yet their charm and tea alike are deep and lasting, far incomparable to young girls. None of them were adorned with dazzling jewels, and the bracelets worn on so wrists appeared simple and dull.
However, the tea room’s decor was quite the opposite. The walls were covered with handmade ramd earth or plain silk wall fabric, and the floor was laid with teak or imitation ancient green bricks, giving it a warm touch. The beams and columns were made of black walnut wood, maintaining natural textures, and the age-old cracks beca unique ornants, creating an interesting contrast with the gilded copper decorations and inlaid shell mosaic antique display racks.
Seeing Lan Peizhi making a phone call, they all quieted down in unison, exchanged glances, and their expressions were unusual.
How does the saying go.
Won of this age are like wolves and tigers.
On the incense table, Hainan Agarwood is wafting from the Xuande Furnace, blending with the date fragrance of old white tea, creating a layered sensory experience. For absolute privacy of the gathering, the tea master who moves like dance and flips the wrist like clouds had already retreated.
"Mind your own business."
Lan Peizhi replied simply, both an answer and a critique.
Having caused debts of entanglents leading to the current situation is one thing, but interfering with her is another.
Jiang Chen, of course, was unaware of the occasion here, about to speak with the thought of worrying Lan Peizhi might add fuel to the fire, telling her to calm down a bit, but before he could say anything, Lan Peizhi hung up.
With so many people, naturally, it wasn’t suitable for much conversation.
"Who was that, Pei Zhi?"
The woman on the right curiously inquired as soon as she put down the phone, her typical phoenix eyes full of gossip, even sitting with bent legs, it was evident she was very tall. The bespoke half-sleeve embroidered qipao further outlined her figure in perfect curves.
While you can spend money to maintain your face, it’s truly rare to keep the figure without any deformation at this age.
And it’s not just her.
The physique, or better yet, the form of the won present, each was beyond the ordinary. The so-called elegance doesn’t rely only on external enhancents; the feeling that emanates from inside out is what truly captures the heart.
Who says a woman’s advantage is just her age?
If you compare them with girls in their twenties, a real man knows what choice to make.
"Why don’t we guess?"
"I’ll take a guess, it’s definitely not Sun Mangong."
Laughter filled the room.
Biological age doesn’t represent psychological age.
A group of middle-aged won, yet laughing and playing like naive children.
Why do n actually prefer mature won.
This is the reason.
The femininity in mature won isn’t sothing that can be compensated by putting on makeup for several hours or spraying more perfu.
"If it really was Sun Mangong, Pei Zhi probably wouldn’t even answer the call."
"Hey~, you can’t say that. When Pei Zhi went to Ancient Mongolia, that old tiger was quite respectful, right Pei Zhi."
Ancient Mongolian Sun Mangong and East Sea Blood Guanyin are both figures renowned far and wide.
In the world, there aren’t many who dare to joke about Sun Mangong brazenly, especially in front of Lan Peizhi.
But speaking of it.
No matter how notorious a fierce person is, they weren’t born from stones.
What’s crucial when you’re out mingling.
It’s about manpower and connections.
Hoping to be famous worldwide through solo efforts, how is that possible.
You absolutely need support.
Lan Peizhi is not like Daoist Sister; she has her own network and social circle.
"Then let’s guess again. Let think... could the call be from that young lad nad Jiang Chen?"
The noblewoman excitedly modulated her tone purposefully, bursting with laughter.
Lan Peizhi quietly drank her tea.
"Pei Zhi, did Xuei guess right? Was it that Jiang Chen?"
"Hehe, stop asking, didn’t you see Pei Zhi saying nothing? That Jiang Chen, extraordinary indeed. I often hear his na; who would’ve thought soone so capable could erge from within the country. East Sea truly is worthy of its na, a place teeming with talent, yet, sigh~ it’s unknown if he’s handso or not."
"You hear about him often, but never seen his photo?"
"Don’t ntion it. It’s not like you don’t know; my husband gets jealous easily. If it weren’t for Pei Zhi, it’s difficult for to go out normally."
"Co on, you’ve been an old couple for ages, and you’re still showing off your love here. I don’t believe your husband still cherishes you like a gem."
"Oh, he does. He still holds to sleep every day."
"Oh, really? His health can still keep up? You don’t care about him, do you?"
Chats between won often aren’t suitable for children, making people blush.
Yet, Lan Peizhi sitting within the group seed indifferent, as if the matter didn’t concern her, choosing not to interject or partake in the exchange of teasing banter. After all, amongst the attendees, so are mothers of several children, while she alone remains single. Discussing such bedroom pleasures, indeed, shared no common topic.
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