The guy who took her photo at the unfinished construction site on that dark and windy night seems to be back?
"So what do you think is enough?"
Director Shi is not soone who bullies the weak and fears the strong; on the contrary, when faced with strength, she matches it!
She stands her ground and forcefully confronts.
Jiang Chen remains silent.
"If my mouth isn’t enough, I have other parts."
Director Shi indeed lives up to her na, never knowing what it ans to be subtle. She’s done everything, whether it should or shouldn’t be done, so why pretend to be virtuous?
Saying this, Director Shi inexplicably tugged at the seatbelt that was tightened across her chest.
Jiang Chen calmly glanced at it, expressionless.
"Too small."
Shi Qianxi was stunned, caught off guard, and then her face turned red and white, gritting her teeth, "I’m small?! I’ve seen Li Shuru; is she bigger than ?! Do you know what ’golden ratio’ ans? Do you like basketball or sothing?!"
Soone, having finally regained the upper hand, decided to let it be, not provoking the furious Director Shi any further, and quietly drove her back to the hotel amidst her storm of invective.
"Just you wait! I’m going to get a breast augntation, two waterlons to squeeze you to death!"
With a vicious statent, Shi Qianxi slamd the car door as she got out.
"Bang!"
Even the Maybach seed to shake.
Director Shi hadn’t left, she stood outside, still glaring angrily at the car.
Jiang Chen did not linger, decisively leaving after dropping her off, the Maybach quickly starting up.
"Bastard!"
Watching the Maybach speed off, Director Shi’s anger hadn’t dissipated, wishing she could throw her high heels at it, then adjusting her breath.
Sigh...
Her chest hurt from anger.
In the Maybach rging into traffic, Jiang Chen watched the increasingly smaller figure of the madam in the rear-view mirror, finally letting a slight smile escape his lips.
Sotis you have to adjust your strategy.
Otherwise, the other person will push their advantage, thinking you are weak and easy to bully.
His earlier words were, of course, a deliberate provocation.
He isn’t obsessed with breasts, nor with basketball or waterlons.
The human body has scientific rules, and for soone with a slender build, it’s hard to have exaggerated asurents; friends who do farm work know that if a thin branch bears a hefty fruit, it must have been treated with chemicals.
Of course.
There are always exceptions.
If sothing applies to most cases, it can be defined as a rule, and outside of rules, there are certainly exceptional cases that defy common logic.
His junior who had a cartoonish face... was clearly one of them.
Wait.
What am I thinking?
Jiang Chen cut off his wandering thoughts.
Spending a night chatting with Song Chaoge on Yongding Bridge, his thoughts indeed had shifted, but not in a beastly direction.
—After all, that’s Pei Yunxi’s sister!
Even if not by blood.
Ahem...
Jiang Chen glanced at the ti on the central control screen, stopped letting his mind wander, and pressed the accelerator harder.
Hmm.
He was indeed in a hurry.
Because he threw things over the wall quickly, saving ti, Jiang Chen wasn’t actually late.
Only in terms of ti, he wasn’t late.
But by the ti he reached the eting place, all the attendees were already seated.
In the tall and spacious conference room, a dark wooden long table exuded a steady gloss, with docunts, teacups, and naplates neatly placed on the table, while the high-backed leather chairs were solemn and comfortable.
The crystal chandelier on the ceiling cast soft light, reflecting off the national emblem hanging on the wall, with heavy curtains half drawing in a sliver of natural light while perfectly blocking out the exterior clamor.
The air carried a faint scent of tea, and the staff seated in the corner wore dark formal attire, quiet and solemn, not making a single sound, fully engaged in preparing for the eting.
The participants at the long table, on the other hand, were quite relaxed; their laughter considerably diluted the otherwise serious atmosphere of the conference room.
"Jiang is here, sit down."
The elder seated at the main position of the conference hall stopped his conversation with the foreign guests to amicably greet Jiang Chen. Though his temples were grayed, he was vigorous and his eyes were bright, showing an energy not lost on younger people.
In front of important foreign guests, the elder, whose naplate read Miao Yu, made no attempt to hide his affection for Jiang Chen.
Jiang Chen smiled humbly, then walked to the seat with his naplate and sat down.
Not long ago being thrown over the wall, yet now entering the hall!
His arrival attracted the attention of the entire conference room.
The Korean Minister of Economy, sitting opposite him, imdiately put on a smile and nodded in acknowledgnt.
"I thought Jiang Sang would be late."
A charming voice softly floated to him, entering his ears while not reaching others.
Indeed.
Take a look at the naplates on the table.
Sitting beside Jiang Chen was the chairwoman of the Japanese Bilateral Developnt Association, Fujiwara Reiki.
This kind of eting, the two had attended together before, and in fact, most of those seated were not first-tirs; it was just the host representative’s naplate that occasionally changed.
"There’s still fifteen minutes."
Jiang Chen stated.
Fujiwara Reiki pursed her lips and smiled. Even though she was an unparalleled demoness, she was aware of the occasion and consciously tempered her allure.
As Jiang Chen said, there were indeed fifteen minutes before the actual start of the eting, but for a eting of such caliber, who wouldn’t arrive early? Even she had arrived an hour early to wait.
"In Shen Zhou, there’s a saying that pride brings loss and modesty brings benefit, Jiang Sang should heed it a bit."
Fujiwara Reiki softly reminded, while keeping her smiling deanor unchanged, showcasing Japanese elegance in such an international setting.
Facing the other party’s sincere reminder, Jiang Chen picked up the porcelain cup in front of him and took a sip of tea, remaining silent.
He certainly knew the adage "pride brings loss, modesty brings benefit," and had managed his ti accordingly, except for the unexpected throwing over the wall, he had to change clothes for the sake of his image, which delayed him a bit.
"Did sothing urgent co up suddenly?"
Fujiwara Reiki inquired with concern.
Everyone was chatting, making conversation, and there was nothing wrong with that, considering all those present were "friends" at this ti.
Jiang Chen remained deaf, quietly drinking tea, not engaging in the conversation.
"Jiang Sang didn’t walk here, did you?"
Fujiwara Reiki said, "There’s still dirt and grass on your shoes. The cleaners will have to work hard later."
"..."
Her observational skills were remarkable!
Even though he changed his clothes, he overlooked the shoes in his hurry.
Seeing that he continued to remain silent, not picking up the conversation, Fujiwara Reiki, being the charming woman she was, didn’t lack emotional intelligence and swiftly changed the topic.
"Every ti I co to Shen Zhou, I can sense the progress here, but there’s one thing I still can’t understand."
This ti, not even expecting the other side to respond, Fujiwara Reiki spoke as if talking to herself: "Shen Zhou’s won are very twisted in their thinking. They can’t be economically independent, yet want personal freedom; they enjoy their husband’s hard-earned money but complain about their husband’s incompetence; they don’t lift a finger themselves but criticize their husband’s cooking. Why is that?"
Jiang Chen didn’t argue. Growing up in Shen Zhou and having visited Japan, he was qualified to comnt on the differences in female perspectives between the two countries.
While it’s slanderous to say all of Shen Zhou’s won are insatiable, it’s undeniable that a rather substantial portion of them "want both."
But,
Why did this demoness bring up such a topic for no reason?
It’s not a cultural exchange eting, after all.
Knowing this demoness likely had underlying anings, Jiang Chen montarily couldn’t decipher her intent.
"In our Japan, won either stay ho to raise children, or work to support the family; that’s true fairness and equality."
"What are you trying to say?"
Jiang Chen asked while holding his teacup.
"I’m just saying, to talk about character, one must first be independent."
Jiang Chen’s brows furrowed slightly, as if catching on to sothing, and when he looked at her, he noticed a aningful smile on her enchanting face.
She glanced toward the constantly changing host representative at the main seat.
"I will help Jiang Sang～"
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PS: This book is officially renad to "I Really Don’t Want to Be a Sycophant Anymore," please be inford.
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