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"Brother, brother, Sister Shurui is back."

The Martial Saint hid in his bedroom, secretly making a phone call, and adorably added, "Completely unharmed!"

Intact and undamaged?

Is this used to describe a person?
However, it's understandable that he used inappropriate words in the heat of the moment.

"understood."

The tone on the other end of the phone was calm, without much turmoil, but Wu Sheng could simultaneously hear the sound of wind and noise. "Brother, where are you?"

"I'll be back in a bit."

"elder brother……"

The Martial Saint was about to say something, but the call had already been disconnected.

The Bund.

Mr. Jiang put down his phone. In his line of sight, a woman was sitting alone on a chair at the entrance of the dessert shop, carrying a gourd and enjoying her drink while gazing at the river view.

The whistling river breeze swept across her sleeves.

Since his girlfriend was "completely unharmed," he could have simply called it quits and quietly headed home. But for some reason, he gave up this opportunity to protect himself.

Undiscovered, he persevered and walked forward at a leisurely pace.

Given his sense of humor, he should have made a flirtatious attempt to strike up a conversation with a joke like, "Are you alone, beautiful lady?" But this time, he remained remarkably composed and silently sat down in the chair that his girlfriend had likely been sitting in earlier.

Lan Peizhi seemed oblivious, her eyes fixed straight ahead.

There was no tense standoff or clash of titans as expected; the atmosphere was calm and peaceful.

"She should be home by now."

Of course, someone with such high cultivation would notice someone's presence. Jiang Chen nodded calmly, "I know, the Martial Saint just called me."

Martial Saint: &＊ooxx!

"Then why don't you go back?"

"No rush. She's not hurt."

Lan Peizhi's lips curled slightly, a half-smile playing on her lips. "The body may not be injured, but the mind may be."

Boss Jiang remained calm, displaying admirable composure. He clasped his hands together in front of him and leaned back in his chair in a very relaxed posture. "Although she has never been exposed to such bloody scenes, she is quite adaptable. You don't need to worry."

Lan Peizhi's smile remained, still faintly visible. "Her resilience is indeed a little stronger than I imagined."

Mr. Jiang remained remarkably calm. "You think I'm attracted to her beauty?"

Lan Peizhi took a sip of wine, demonstrating her incredible capacity for alcohol. Li Shurui had been gone for half a day, yet she remained perfectly composed, showing no signs of drunkenness. Her porcelain-white skin and scarlet lips shone brightly in the moonlight, creating a striking visual contrast.

"Drink less."

Someone turned their head and asked with concern, still treating everyone equally and impartially, "Especially this kind of homemade liquor, which basically exceeds the formaldehyde standard."

Even Lan Peizhi paused for a moment; anyone else would probably have spat out their drink.

"none of your business."

She raised her slender hand and wiped her mouth.

The person remained steadfast and fearless, having set a course of action before setting out: to influence others with love.
"Can you please stop being so ungrateful? Tell me, besides me, who else in this world would care about you like this?"

Language is an art.

It wasn't out of concern; it was because no one dared to speak to her like that, not even her own parents.

The same meaning can feel completely different when someone changes how they express it.

"I really want to tear your mouth to shreds."

Jiang Chen smiled calmly, "According to Taoist theory, a person's greatest weakness is also his greatest strength."

Surprisingly, Lan Peizhi did not refute it.

Seeing this, the person pressed on, speaking eloquently, "Speaking is one of the most important skills for survival in society. For example, if you fall in love with someone else's wife, it sounds very improper. But if you put it another way, that the person you like is someone else's wife, it immediately makes you seem very affectionate. If you say you feel uncomfortable as soon as you go to work, it sounds like you don't love your job. But if you say that you feel uncomfortable all over but still insist on going to work, you immediately become a model of dedication."

For example, if you like a woman and say you want to sleep with her, then you're a lecherous scoundrel. Conversely, if you say you want to wake up with her, then you're like Xu Zhimo (a famous Chinese poet known for his unconventional ways of expressing himself).

Therefore, how it's said isn't important. What matters is how the listener understands it, or how they want to understand it.

Is this supposed to be about using love to influence someone?
It seems more like a "what's the use" attitude.

Perhaps out of consideration for the fact that they were in a public place with many people coming and going, Lan Peizhi did not confront the person who had spoken out of turn. Instead, she said calmly, "Then what do you mean by giving me a fake? Translate that for me."

"Understand it yourself."

Mr. Jiang said that he suddenly felt a little thirsty.

"I haven't read enough books, so I can't understand it."

"..."

Jiang Chen suppressed a laugh, ignoring the man's words, and fixed his gaze on the gourd of wine in his hand. "Want some?"

Lan Peizhi remained silent. A moment later, a parabola streaked across the moon, and Boss Jiang, quick as a flash, caught the gourd steadily.

"call--"

Without thinking.

Look up.

Enjoy your drink.

The liquor is spicy, yet it also carries a hint of sweet and refreshing aroma.

Fortunately, Boss Jiang held back and didn't lick his lips; otherwise, while Li Shurui could return, it's uncertain whether he could return safely.

"warm."

He let out a long breath, still seemingly unsatisfied, so he tilted his head back and took another sip.

What selfless dedication!

Formaldehyde is toxic.

If he drinks more, others will drink less.

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Lan Peizhi ignored the noise around her and simply watched the rippling river water quietly.

After taking two sips, the person contentedly put the stopper back on, having roughly figured things out.

really.

Heaven will reward everyone who dares to muster the courage to face their fears.

If he had run away after receiving the call from the Martial Saint, the situation would have been completely different.

Reversal is the movement of the Tao.

Opportunities for a turnaround often lie hidden within a great crisis.

"The hope of finding the Imperial Seal of the State is rather slim. Time flies like a galloping horse, and the sun and moon pass like falling flowers and flowing water, so we sometimes need to learn to make do."

"You mean I'm old?"

Before anyone could launch into their eloquence, Lan Peizhi calmly said, "What if I'm not willing to compromise?"

Jiang Chen held the warm, smooth gourd in his hand, his tone tinged with helplessness, "What can we do? We can only keep searching."

Lan Pei tilted her head.

Someone was so cool; without even looking at the other person, they brazenly pulled the plug again right under their nose.

"Pop—"

He is a man who is just as capable as any woman.

"Gurgle, gurgle."

Lan Peizhi remained calm and composed, after all, she was no ordinary woman; a woman of the martial world, she was never concerned with trivial matters.

"His alcohol tolerance has increased."

It would have been better if he hadn't praised him. As soon as he did, some wine spilled from the corner of his mouth. He put down his gourd, raised his hand and wiped it away with a flourish, without blushing or panting. "I can't do anything to you, so I'll just have to play along to the end."

What was that saying again?

To do something I know is impossible is my greatest sincerity.

Lan Peizhi extended his hand.

The man readily handed the gourd of wine back.

"Tell me about it."

"say what."

"What do you see in me?"

Lan Pei asked casually, as if they weren't talking about her, as if she were an outsider.

Comrade Jiang Chen, who had just taken his first firm step here, knew that he might be facing a confession tonight.

He remained silent. Lan Peizhi remained calm and composed, lightly raising her wrist, seemingly unconcerned about the risks of bacterial exchange.

Also.

What's there to mind?

Not the first time.

When Lan Peizhi finished his drink, he found that the eloquent person still hadn't said a word.

"Or do you have masochistic tendencies?"

The person finally reacted, unable to suppress a laugh, and then gently shook their head, "There's nothing to say."

"Aren't you very good at talking?"

"If I say it, it will be considered as empty talk."

"Sweet talk is fine too, I haven't heard of it before."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Chen glanced at the other person.

He looks a lot like Liao Xiangdong.

Both of them have never been in a relationship.

"Come on."

Jiang Chen chuckled and said, "That old tiger Sun from Gu Meng likes you. And there's definitely more than one wolf or tiger like him."

Lan Peizhi's lips curled up. "A roughneck like you is different from a cultured person. How could he know poetry, songs, or romance?"

Mr. Jiang raised an eyebrow, suspecting that the other party was flirting with him, but he had no evidence.

He glanced around without leaving a trace.

I should have brought a flower on the way here. Picking flowers and plants here will get you fined by the police.

"So what do you like about me?"

Jiang Chen withdrew his gaze and, as was his habit, chose to take the initiative.

"I've taken a liking to you?"

A standard interrogative sentence.

But it doesn't hurt anyone.

It's that same old, tired admonition.

Don't listen to what someone says, look at what they do.

"If you don't like me, would you kiss, hug, or have physical contact with me?"

Lan Peizhi suddenly lost his expression.

Comrade Jiang Chen, who was born under the red flag and grew up in the spring breeze, was not intimidated by her bluff. He stood up slightly and, with audacity, actually "snatched" the wine gourd directly from her hand.

“Peizhi, you want to set a difficult question for me, and I have nothing to say. What I’m worried about is letting precious time go to waste.”

Look.

Sweet talk and flattery come naturally.

"Gurgle."

He tilted his head back and drank heartily again.

I don't know if it was because of the alcohol.

He still needed alcohol to bolster his courage.

“I’ll be thirty soon, and you’ll be forty soon. How much time do you think we have left to waste? The average lifespan in China is 79 years. Subtract our current age, and we only have forty years left at most. It sounds like a long time, but it’s really just forty New Year’s Eve dinners. And we have to rule out the possibility of Alzheimer’s in old age. I’m still okay, but someone like you who practices martial arts has hidden injuries and old ailments. Plus, your body is being put under a lot of strain. The possibility of Alzheimer’s in old age is very high. Maybe you won’t recognize people when you’re sixty or seventy…”

"Shut up!"

This is not intimidation.

From Lan Peizhi's sharp, narrowed eyes, one could tell that if someone continued to speak recklessly, they would most likely suffer the consequences.

"Gurgle."

That person is definitely perceptive; they can clearly distinguish between pretentious posturing and genuine anger, so they immediately shut up and drank their own wine.

The wellspring of courage must never be extinguished.

Even the river breeze couldn't extinguish his heavy breathing. Lan Peizhi must have expended tremendous willpower to resist the urge to kill someone on the bustling Bund.

No physical action will be taken, but warnings will be issued.

"Don't think I wouldn't dare to touch you."

Similar words.

I don't know how many times I've heard it.

Even so, we can't ignore it. It's not like he hasn't suffered before; he even broke his belt.

So he changed his tone, holding the wine gourd, his voice becoming gentle and soft.
"Peizhi, I have a question for you. Can you answer me calmly?"

Lan Peizhi remained silent, staring at him with a cold and dangerous gaze.

Because of the alcohol, the person was feeling very hot inside and didn't break out in a cold sweat at all. Undeterred, they continued, "Are you very concerned about your age?"

In an instant.

Jiang Chen felt the air around him solidify and freeze, enveloping him and gradually compressing him, making it extremely difficult to speak.

Damn it.

He wouldn't believe that qigong doesn't exist.

Jiang Chen, struggling against immense pressure, spoke with difficulty, "You ask me why I like you. In this mundane world, you are so unique, detached from the mortal realm, not conforming to the world, like a character from a movie appearing in the real world. Your existence itself breaks the norm, you are an exception in this time and space. And now you tell me you are just like ordinary people, worrying about some bullshit age..."

Jiang Chen let out a slow, deep breath. "If that's the case, then you shouldn't exist. Go back to the movie."

Lanpei stared at him intently for a long time without saying a word, but the invisible pressure surrounding him gradually dissipated.

"you're drunk."

"I'm not drunk!"

Although Jiang Chen's tone sounded like drunken ramblings, his eyes were remarkably clear. "If you were someone who would succumb to worldly rules, you wouldn't be sitting here now. You'd be farming in your village, or getting married early and raising children. You've been fighting your way through the world, but in the end..."

"I told you to shut up."

"Why should I shut up? Freedom of speech is a basic right granted to every citizen by the Constitution. Do you really think you're Guanyin Bodhisattva? Even if you were Guanyin Bodhisattva, you still have to abide by the law. There are officers over there."

That's right.

Police officers patrol the Bund.

Seeing the glint of anger in the other person's eyes, as if he was about to lose control, the person immediately issued a stern warning, "If you dare to lay a hand on me, I'll call the police right now and have you arrested!"

Brilliant move!

The East China Sea is a symbol of China and a place where the rule of law is most valued.

By leveraging his powerful citizenship, he successfully extinguished the flame in the other person's eyes.

and.

It's unbelievable.

She smiled sweetly.

That's right.

She smiled sweetly.

Even though he had touched, kissed, and even spanked her, Jiang Chen had never seen such a beautiful sight before. He was momentarily mesmerized and lost his senses.

“A long time ago, when I first came to Donghai and arrived at the Bund, I made a promise to myself that my man would be willing to jump into the Huangpu River for me.”

Assaulting someone is illegal.

But if he's allowed to self-harm, the law won't find a loophole.

Not surprisingly.

Having drunk at least half a jin of strong liquor, the man seemed to be under a spell. He quickly stood up and, without saying a word, immediately ran towards the riverbank. His dashing and decisive figure became the most eye-catching sight. Tourists visiting the Bund made way for him, and even the patrolling police officers were drawn to his attention.

"Hey! What are you doing?! Stop! Stop!"

The two police officers realized something was wrong and shouted for help as they gave chase, but they were no match for Boss Jiang's agility.

Thus, a comical and absurd scene unfolded on the Bund tonight.

With a splash, someone jumped, ignoring the police officers who were chasing him. Before jumping, he put his hands together above his head and plunged into the river in a perfect fish-like dive, without the slightest hesitation, as if he had made up his mind.

The Huangpu River is a river, and in the dead of winter, it can be deadly.

A commotion broke out on the riverbank.

Beyond the background, a graceful and ethereal figure remained unhurriedly seated at the shop entrance, picking up a gourd that was currently rare, and letting out a soft hum like a young woman, carrying the smugness of a successful scheme and a hint of shyness.

"Idiot." (End of Chapter)