Chapter 2718 - 1688: Boys and Girls (2)

Chapter 2718: Chapter 1688: Boys and Girls (2)

Although it seems as if I clash with my old man, listening to these words makes some peculiar feelings stir within Martial Saint’s heart.

"Uncle, since you’re here, stay for a few more days."

"Hehe, that’s not important. Just seeing the kids is fulfilling enough."

Wu Guangjiang looked out the car window at the dense iron forest and the grand buildings that seemed endless even when glancing upwards, gently and rhythmically patting his thigh.

"It’s no wonder people online say so much about East Sea. Living here must be quite stressful."

Martial Saint frowned slightly, suddenly feeling that his lifelong debating partner was acting somewhat unusual.

Hmm.

It must be an illusion.

Nearly an hour later.

A tower-like building appeared in view.

Wu Guangjiang started to explain once more to his uninformed wife, "Do you know what that is?"

"Oriental Pearl."

Wu Guangjiang choked up, as those who love showing off know, this feeling is quite unpleasant, "How do you know?"

"I saw it on my phone."

"..."

Of course.

What era is this?

Even if you’ve never left your village, you sure can surf the internet.

Naturally.

Seeing photos or videos online cannot compare to the experience of witnessing the real thing firsthand.

Martial Saint chuckled, habitually starting to tease: "Wu Guangjiang, does it hurt? My mom uses the same model as you, also a smartphone."

Wu Guangjiang glanced at his son, feeling melancholy.

"Uncle, auntie, let’s drop off the luggage first, then have lunch. You can take a stroll around this area in the afternoon, it’s a good location with everything you need."

Nonsense.

This is Oriental Pearl.

A landmark of East Sea, a prime location, just one kilometer from the Bund, overlooking Pujiang, the images online become reality.

"Brother, aren’t we supposed to drop off the luggage first?"

Martial Saint thought they would stay at the nearby Shangri-La or Jinmao across the street, but who knew Brother Jiang Chen would lead them straight into the Oriental Pearl.

"Yes. There is a hotel inside Oriental Pearl."

"Jiang, Oriental Pearl has a hotel?"

Wu Guangjiang was surprised.

Never mind just him surfing the internet, even Martial Saint, who lived in East Sea for a long time, was unaware.

It turns out, the horizon opens up step by step.

Jiang Chen expanded Martial Saint’s knowledge; even the world-famous Oriental Pearl doesn’t just stand as East Sea’s landmark, it actually has a sky hotel.

Transformed from a space capsule.

Nearly three hundred meters above ground.

The world’s highest suspended glass room.

The floor is transparent.

You can look down at Pujiang.

Even having a daughter like Lan Peizhi, when respectfully led by the very courteous staff into the spherical room, Wu Guangjiang couldn’t help but smack his lips.

Walking on Oriental Pearl Tower, overlooking Pujiang, and gazing pridefully across Great East Sea, such a visual and psychological shock is indescribable with words.

"Jiang, how much does it cost to stay here for one night?"

Lan’s mother softly asked.

"Mom, it’s not about the money."

Martial Saint, who had arrived in East Sea earlier, was certainly more worldly than his parents, as he had just asked, the entire hotel only has three suites.

Three suites.

Which means, it’s destined to be priceless despite demand.

East Sea lacks no wealthy individuals, and neither does Shen Zhou; no matter the price, someone can afford it, the key is whether you can reserve a spot.

To exaggerate a bit, Martial Saint thinks to stay here, you might have to book it six months in advance.

However, inviting his parents to East Sea was a spur of the moment decision yesterday with Brother Jiang Chen.

Therefore.

Brother Jiang Chen must have "cut in line."

In this world, a person’s status is always of two kinds: financial status.

Easy to understand.

You can afford what others cannot, for instance, others worry about fuel consumption, you ride in a Rolls-Royce.

The other is social status.

Even sitting in a Rolls-Royce, you’ll have the same road rights; if you break traffic laws and cause an accident, you’ll bear full responsibility.

But what is social status?

Different rights on the same road.

You drive on the road, others must make way, or the road gets cleared entirely.

"Auntie, money doesn’t matter. What do you think of this environment? Are you satisfied?"

This question inevitably feels a bit pretentious.

If you’re not satisfied here, might you rather live in the Heavenly Palace?

"Jiang, your arrangements are quite meticulous, very OK!"

Wu Guangjiang’s satisfaction was evident, even speaking in English, then grabbing his phone, wandering around, snapping photos.

It seems that liking photography isn’t just a female privilege.

Naturally.

Understandably.

Never mind for Lan Peizhi’s straightforward rural father Wu Guangjiang, even Martial Saint feels like recording the moment, as this location isn’t a spot for those pretending famous socialites collecting meals to visit.

Ding——

A call ringtone rang out.

It was Jiang Chen’s phone.

A guilty-feeling Martial Saint immediately tensed up, worriedly glancing at Jiang Chen, evidently afraid of it being an urgent call from an older sister.

Jiang Chen took out his phone; after looking at the caller ID, he silently gave Martial Saint a reassuring look, then said to Lan’s mother, "Auntie, I’ll take this call."

Lan’s mother nodded.

Jiang Chen left the room, picked up the phone, and put it to his ear.

"Mr. Jiang."

"Hmm."

It was Pan Yang.

After calling out, he hesitated.

Jiang Chen smiled faintly, "Say what’s on your mind, international roaming fees aren’t cheap."

"The Imperial Family has just publicly announced, formally acknowledging Miss Fujiwara’s status as a Princess. And moreover..."

How touching.

Even after her fiancé suffered a brain injury just before the wedding, she remained steadfast.

By comparison, those fickle, self-interested women ought to feel ashamed enough to take drastic measures.

What’s regretful is.

This chaste and heroic lady isn’t a Shen Zhou person; otherwise, she would surely become the top internet trendsetter, without needing to worry about scripts, once she starts streaming, those clear-sighted good men wouldn’t let her lose.

But precisely because she’s not a Shen Zhou person, such a worthy story is destined not to spread over Shen Zhou’s internet.

The small, island nation’s Imperial Family’s drama, does it hold more attention than domestic celebrities’ infidelity and divorces?

Ordinary people never need to learn too much, it serves no purpose, just like a bowl of porridge, requiring only simple seasoning.

"And what? What’s going on? Why are you stuttering?"

Pan Yang chuckled bitterly, adjusted his mood, and said lowly, "Miss Fujiwara is pregnant. It’s Prince Wataru Tetsuya’s posthumous child. The Imperial Family is highly praising Miss Fujiwara’s virtue and calling everyone to learn from her."

Mountains and rivers may differ.

The winds and moon are shared.

Indeed.

Such a story, no matter where, is destined to be sung and revered.

The Fallen Angel suddenly turned into Saint Joan.

Wondering what the Japanese people felt.

Perhaps it’s like that song line.

"My feelings for you are like a drop tower~"

"Hmm, I see. Anything else?"

Jiang Chen remained calm.

"No more. Then I won’t disturb Mr. Jiang."

"Hold on."

Jiang Chen stopped him, "How are things between you and Tong Dan?"

Pan Yang froze, speechless.

"Chasing a girl, be proactive, Tong Dan is a good girl, hold tight."

Pan Yang was touched, "I understand. Thank you, Mr. Jiang."

"Hmm."

The call ended.

Jiang Chen put down his phone, unseen and softly exhaled.

Suddenly.

He began pondering a question he had never thought about.

Fujiwara Reiki’s child.

Is it a boy or a girl?

If it’s a girl, having such a mother, the future seems daunting.

And if it’s a boy...

It seems even worse than a girl.

Jiang Chen raised his head, even at nearly three hundred meters up in the air, he still couldn’t see the sky, only the ceiling.

You don’t know what fate is until you understand what fate means.

Jiang Chen pocketed his phone, turned around, and returned to the sky suite.