Chapter 2696 - 1675: Witness_2

Chapter 2696: Chapter 1675: Witness_2

"Director Shi, Mrs. Shi, thank you for the hospitality."

Lan Peizhi took the initiative to raise her glass.

Without minding her inappropriate title, Shi Zhenhua and Meng Meiling raised their glasses one after another.

"Miss Lan, you’re too polite. It’s us who should thank Miss Lan for her care. I’ll finish mine, Miss Lan, you please yourself."

Not only Shi Zhenhua, but even Meng Meiling drank in one gulp.

He knew about Lan Peizhi’s drinking capacity. He had seen her carrying a wine gourd around like she drank wine as if it were tea, but Meng Meiling?

"Didn’t you say your mom doesn’t drink?"

Jiang Chen whispered quietly.

"Yes."

Shi Qianxi showed no embarrassment, put down the chopsticks, and turned her head boldly, "Monks also talk about the purity of the six senses, but don’t they have wives and children?"

Jiang Chen was left speechless.

It seems this couple adjusts their actions based on the company?

"Qian Qian, have a drink with Miss Lan and Miss Duanmu."

Shi Zhenhua interrupted his daughter’s whispered conversation with someone.

Shi Qianxi put down her chopsticks and even stood up, showing proper etiquette, "When I was little, my dad often mentioned Miss Lan to me. Back then, I doubted such a magical woman could exist in the world. Later, after seeing Miss Lan with my own eyes, I realized my dad was conservative. I’m very fortunate that among us women, there’s a figure like Miss Lan. It’s an honor."

If it weren’t for the inappropriate occasion.

Jiang Chen really wanted to applaud her.

She spoke so well.

Having said that, Shi Qianxi threw her head back and downed her drink in one shot, appearing heroic.

As the saying goes, one doesn’t hit someone who’s smiling.

After such flattering remarks, even if Lan Peizhi had any displeasure in her heart, she probably could only let it go in one direction.

Jiang Chen was still oblivious. After Shi Qianxi sat down, he secretly gave her a thumbs up under the table.

"Yes."

Shi Zhenhua responded, looking nostalgically at the woman who shone like the bright moon and illuminated an era, feeling greatly moved.

"I’m old and frail, but Miss Lan remains as charming as ever."

"Pff—"

It wasn’t Shi Qianxi.

It was Jiang.

No matter how strong one’s composure, there is a limit.

His blunder caused Tanki Liuli to look over, her mystical and ethereal eyes reflecting unusual emotions.

Seems like.

Worry?

She had just said a few days ago.

Tease the senior sister about her age, and she will get angry.

"Why are you laughing?"

Before Shi Zhenhua could react, Lan Peizhi spoke first. This was her first formal conversation with someone since entering the room.

Shi Zhenhua’s expression slightly changed, not out of schadenfreude but rather an involuntary sense of concern.

His identity dictated his stance would be quite complex.

He didn’t want someone to be too at ease, but he also didn’t want to see him too "miserable."

In their era, full of passion and conflict, there were many remarkable individuals, but everyone had a tacit understanding: don’t cross Guanyin.

"Miss Lan..."

Shi Zhenhua wanted to interrupt, yes, interrupt, not save the situation, but Lan Peizhi ignored it, staring at the laughing comrade Jiang Chen with a calm expression that revealed nothing, again repeating.

"Why are you laughing?"

Even Shi Qianxi could feel the weight of those words, as if hitting her heart, making her tense.

It shouldn’t be like this.

Logically speaking.

The two of them should be quite familiar, not easy to anger, right?

She started to understand why a certain someone was so worried earlier.

Indeed.

This woman, naturally, is unpredictable, difficult to fathom, and ruthless.

Even Shi Qianxi, on the periphery, felt immense pressure, let alone comrade Jiang Chen at the center of the storm. He knew this meal wouldn’t be easy but didn’t expect the storm to come so suddenly.

But who could he blame?

Only himself.

Jiang Chen’s mind raced, trying to think of a response, but that’s how it is: the more anxious you are, the more scattered your thoughts become.

Shi Zhenhua furrowed his brow, subtly signaling his ex-wife, but it was like looking for a random cure for an emergent illness.

What could Meng Meiling do?

"He’s laughing at the senior sister’s age."

As the dining room, brilliantly lit, remained silent enough to hear a pin drop, Tanki Liuli, known for her reticence, unexpectedly spoke up.

Everyone froze.

Now it’s worse.

It’s even more deathly silent.

Forget Jiang Chen, at this moment, even Shi Zhenhua began to sweat on his forehead.

Old yellow wine is still potent.

Jiang Chen’s pupils constricted, suddenly looking at the Daoist Sister who hit him when he was down.

Where is the conscience?

Where is the humanity?

This past year, as her guardian, hadn’t he been diligent and responsible?

"Ha."

Just when it seemed you could only hear the heartbeat, and Lan Peizhi, who seemed ready to transform and devour someone, suddenly curled the corners of her mouth.

"Is it funny being old?"

"It’s not funny. Of course, it’s not funny. Who doesn’t age? Moreover, the criteria for evaluating a person have never been age."

Shi Zhenhua quickly seized the opportunity, immediately responding, secretly breathing a sigh of relief, while giving a meaningful glance at the seemingly fire-stoking Tanki Liuli.

"As long as one’s role in life doesn’t upgrade, it’s hard to feel one’s age."

Meng Meiling, using a casual dining chat tone, assisted her ex-husband, subtly shifting the focus of the conversation.

Adversity reveals understanding hearts.

What makes a family?

This is what makes a family.

The grievances faced before, all dissipated in an instant.

Jiang Chen knew that now, more than ever, he shouldn’t let down the women around him.

The three-party camp had now turned into a two-party camp.

Such a change, Lan Peizhi could certainly feel it clearly. Her gaze swept over the Shi Family faces, including the "protected" one, as if she had just realized.

"I understand now."

Understand?

Shi Zhenhua, eager to change the topic, and curious, followed up, "Miss Lan, what did you understand?"

"It seems I should congratulate Director Shi and Mrs. Shi."

Shi Zhenhua was speechless, just now standing tall like a father protecting his child, so even if he wanted to argue now, there was no way to speak, he could only pinch his nose and acquiesce.

"Not worth mentioning. Miss Lan made a joke of us."

Someone who doesn’t usually joke started joking, showing overwhelming strength.

Just like someone who doesn’t usually lie suddenly tells a lie.

Meng Meiling’s meaningful remark truly amused the other party.

"As long as it’s Miss Shi’s sincere choice, then it’s something to be happy about."

Lan Peizhi raised her wrist, holding the wine glass, "Congratulations to you all."

The danger passed, Shi Zhenhua finally relaxed, his expression slackened, then, putting on a "reluctant" smile.

"Ah, daughters grow up fast, as parents, we can’t help it; our only hope is for her happiness."

Shi Zhenhua raised his glass, then noticed his daughter was still in a daze, promptly reminding: "Qian Qian."

Shi Qianxi realized, quickly got up, and didn’t forget to nudge a certain someone along the way.

Yes.

It’s not just him who’s stunned.

Indeed.

She’s congratulating not just her and her parents.

A happy occasion involves both sides.

Having narrowly escaped disaster, Jiang Chen felt like a ton of weight, with every part of him rigid. He had just drunk a pound alone, yet the wine the nanny had refilled seemed poisonous, unable to swallow any.

But under everyone’s gaze, it seemed as if all were waiting for him.

He had nowhere to hide.

"Sorry, my leg’s kind of numb."

Hardening his resolve, he lifted a glass with one hand, supporting himself on the table with the other, his eyes catching the Daoist Sister who had just turned the blunder into a success.

"Then let’s all go together."

Luckily, there was the Daoist Sister.

Giving him something to lean on.

The Daoist Sister glanced at him, silently raising her glass.

"Thank you for Miss Lan’s blessings, so let’s all drink this cup."

Shi Zhenhua seemed to have put aside his inner struggle, his smile turning hearty.

This time even Lan Peizhi stood up, her expression gently rippling, and Jiang Chen’s eyes floated, without a place to land, even glancing at Tanki Liuli, yet he faintly felt, there were eyes still glancing at him.

"To be this witness, I am honored."

Jiang Chen felt a heaviness in his heart.

"Haha, Miss Lan jokes, down the hatch."

Shi Zhenhua, suddenly feeling youthful exuberance, with his ex-wife, daughter, and someone, thanked the coming friends and relatives.

This damn.

Feels just like a wedding.