Chapter 2860 - 1773: Good Night

Chapter 2860: Chapter 1773: Good Night

Hilton Waldorf.

"Plop."

A mini-sized, delicate golden-black handbag was violently thrown onto the floor.

Who says luxury items are inherently of mediocre quality?

Although it tumbled a few times, that handbag, only a bit larger than a hand, still lay there intact, with no peeling or falling apart.

Of course.

Perhaps the soft carpet beneath it deserves the credit.

In the extravagantly luxurious executive suite, President Li dismissed the private butler arranged by the hotel. Throwing the bag didn’t seem enough to vent her anger; she was panting heavily.

It definitely ended on a bad note.

Still expecting to be wined and dined?

No chance.

They entered the hotel together, but Li Shuru immediately went upstairs without waiting, mercilessly leaving the person in the lobby.

The facade was torn down.

Who cares about keeping up appearances anymore?

Thankfully, even amidst the heated "verbal duel," the two women maintained their baseline restraint, no hair was pulled, and Li Shuru’s image remained majestic, like a lively and noble peony.

Was it her fault?

Clearly not.

What more could she do?

Offering to step down wasn’t enough, does she have to end herself to make others happy?

It’s simply outrageous!

"Go settle it with your man!"

This phrase, like a haunting melody, was lingering around Li Shuru’s ears.

Even a clay Bodhisattva has some temper, let alone a person?

Did they really think she wouldn’t dare?!

Li Shuru kept a stern face, the extreme lighting effects accentuating her vibrant complexion. She briskly moved forward, squatted down, picked up the thrown bag again, clearly not out of attachment, as she could afford to throw away one a day, "clack," she opened the clasp, and took out a phone from the bag.

"Ring-ring-ring—"

Without a second thought.

Without hesitation!

Immediately dialed a certain someone.

And what was that certain someone far away in East Sea doing at that moment?

Just got home from a run.

That’s right.

A night run.

Shamed into motivation.

The brutal reality brought forth by the showdown with the Daoist Sister didn’t crush his resolve, only cowards are that weak.

On the contrary, for Boss Jiang, it was a strong lash, reminding him that his journey is long, and he must persevere and seek upward and downward.

Returning home, the Daoist Sister sat in the hall, watching dramas and snacking was a given.

Mm.

That’s how to enjoy life～

Jiang Chen bore no jealousy, recognizing the talent, incomparable. One must have a basic understanding that not all things in the world are born equal.

Just like when asked about dreams in childhood, everyone chanted scientist, doctor, astronaut... but in the end, most became part of the great working class.

Some things don’t happen just by wishing.

In the cold winter.

Boss Jiang only wore a parka for warmth, yet was sweating profusely.

No big deal.

In the prime of youth, his body was strong like that.

Upon entering, Boss Jiang picked up a towel from the rack, prepared in advance, and wiped his sweat as he walked towards the hall.

"Crack."

A walnut was cracked with bare fingers, no tools needed, no need for a pair to love or kill each other, two delicate fingers effortlessly crushed the seemingly hard shell in an instant.

Eating walnuts is great.

Walnuts are brain food.

Fresh from exercise, Boss Jiang sat boldly beside her.

The Daoist Sister was now truly at ease, sitting cross-legged, her clean white socks more relaxed than in the Taoist temple.

What kind of Bodhisattva looks like this?

Boss Jiang certainly didn’t mind, he was about to speak, but unexpectedly, she lifted herself, shifted to the side without a word.

"What’s wrong?"

He turned and asked.

"Go shower."

"..."

Boss Jiang lifted his arm and sniffed, but how can one smell oneself?

"This is a manly scent, you know."

He responded calmly.

Tanki Liuli held a walnut kernel, put it in her mouth without responding, then inexplicably lowered her legs from the sofa, bent over, and searched under the coffee table. Boss Jiang was curious, and then she sat back up straight.

"Hiss—"

A misty spray suddenly directed at Jiang Chen.

"Ah-choo!"

Comrade Jiang Chen quickly got up, sneezed repeatedly, while waving his hands in front of him.

Don’t misunderstand.

It’s not pepper spray.

Otherwise, he would be screaming, not sneezing.

And after facing off recently, does the Daoist Sister need pepper spray against him?

You guessed it right.

A fragrance suddenly filled the air.

Tanki Liuli sprayed him with perfume to cover the sweat smell, no, to cover the masculine scent.

Looking at the bottle, it was the one Luo Li’er developed according to her body scent, though not blended precisely enough.

"What are you doing?!"

Boss Jiang not only stood up but was forced to step back a few paces, looking at the woman on the couch who acted without warning, crying and laughing, still waving his hands to disperse the air’s scent.

Tanki Liuli didn’t reply, her arm lifted, and she aimed the perfume nozzle at him again.

Jiang Chen stepped back again.

Seemingly satisfied with the distance, the Exquisite Taoist slowly lowered the perfume, it was clear that her lips curled ever so slightly, as if mocking Boss Jiang?

This is intolerable!

If the aunt can’t bear it, a gentleman can!

Under the principle that a good man doesn’t fight with a woman, Boss Jiang didn’t argue with her. He nodded, "You wait, I’ll go take a shower first."

Stop—!

That sounded.

Kinda like a flirtatious remark?

However, the understanding of the Exquisite Taoist surely hasn’t evolved to this level, blame it on the censorship of film and television!

Boss Jiang could only calm himself, turned and went upstairs, halfway up the stairs, he received a call from his girlfriend.