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Chapter 1017 - 722 Others Can’t Do It (Thanks to the Alliance Leader! Added - !)

Chapter 1017: 722 Others Can’t Do It (Thanks to the Alliance Leader! Added Chapter!)

"It’s really ridiculous. If I beat his wife and then paid him some money, would he agree?"

After going downstairs, they found a nearby restaurant and sat down, with Tong Dan still feeling aggrieved.

Jiang Chen casually looked through the menu and responded, "Do you have as much money as him?"

Tong Dan was choked up by the comment and then complained, "Whose side are you on?"

"Aren’t you the one who told me to calm down?"

Tong Dan felt a tightness in her chest.

She hoped the other party wouldn’t act impulsively, but she didn’t expect him to act as if nothing was wrong.

At the very least, he should share her feelings of animosity.

"Alright, it’s over. Let’s not talk about it anymore."

Fang Qing pulled out her phone to scan and order, "This meal is on me."

"I should pay, you just lost your job," said Tong Dan.

Jiang Chen smiled and showed no sense of responsibility as a man, "How about you both go Dutch, to be fair."

Both women glared at him simultaneously, snapping in unison, "Shut up."

Jiang shrugged his shoulders and quietly went back to studying the menu.

"Fang Qing, where do you plan to go? How about moving to Sha City?"

It’s best not to stay in Capital City anymore.

Sha City has been developing well; its economic strength is also quite high. It’s also one of the top cities in the country with a promising future.

Of course.

The key reason Tong Dan made this suggestion was that the headquarters of Ji Li Airlines, where she worked, was located in Sha City.

"I haven’t really thought about it, the year is almost over anyway. Maybe I should just take a break and think about it tomorrow."

Tong Dan thought it made sense, "That’s true. With talents like you, you’ll never worry about not finding a job. Think of it as starting your holiday early."

She exhaled, "Now that I think about it, I’m kind of envious of you, getting to holiday this early unlike me, who might have to fly even on New Year’s Eve."

Jiang Chen grinned, this girl was quite good at comforting people, so he decided to join in the fun, "How about celebrating with a couple of drinks later?"

Fang Qing completely ignored him and called over the waiter.

"Celebrate what? I thought you were doing okay just now, seems like I thought too highly of you," Tong Dan remarked grumpily.

"How was I just now upstairs, pretty cool, right?"

Tong Dan wasn’t new to Jiang Chen’s thick skin, but she had to admit, the words he said in Ding He’s office were indeed notable.

"What’s the use of being cool? They don’t take us seriously anyway."

In her anger, Tong Dan felt more helpless than ever.

Perhaps many people have experienced this feeling.

A sense of powerlessness from the inside out when faced with class oppression.

She finally understood why, in the case of Guan Libing, Fang Qing resolutely chose to stand up.

She felt just like Guan Libing back then, desperately hoping someone would stand up for justice on their behalf.

But reality isn’t filled with such noble figures.

People like Fang Qing are rare in this society, and even Fang Qing herself has become a victim of oppression.

"You need to believe in one saying, ’Heaven’s law is clear.’"

Jiang Chen mumbled, though this statement was too idealistic, and Tong Dan, no longer a naive young girl, naturally scoffed at it.

"I don’t believe in any ’Heaven’s law is clear’. In this society, the bad guys live carefree lives; on the contrary, the kinder you are, the harder your life is."

"Tong the Beauty, your words don’t align with core values; I can’t agree."

Tong Dan forced a professional, trained elegant smile, "Alright, good, you’d better always remember your core values, cherish truth, goodness, and beauty, believe in positive energy, and always keep that childlike innocence, never changing it."

"Ding Dong."

His phone rang.

Jiang Chen stopped bickering, fished out his phone from his pocket, and looked at it.

"I need to use the bathroom."

He got up from his seat and asked a waiter for directions to the bathroom.

Tong Dan and Fang Qing didn’t pay much attention.

Upon reaching the bathroom, Jiang Chen leaned against the wall and carefully looked through the messages on his phone.

The dense text on the screen included the name Ding He.

In this era of advanced networks, personal privacy is hard to keep absolutely confidential.

Internationally, there are even companies that sell personal information.

Never just think of these companies as mere "paparazzi" or "hackers".

From individual privacy to national secrets... if the price is right, they can serve you.

Some individuals are privileged and have extra protection domestically, untraceable online, but things don’t work the same internationally.

Even with these transnational intelligence agencies, investigating prominent figures worldwide might be easier than investigating a farmer deep in the mountains.

Fang Ai.

Female.

Thirty years old.

Originally from Shenzhou Capital City...

The culprit behind Fang Qing’s injury was quickly identified, and the detailed content opened Jiang Chen’s eyes.

Uprooting one problem brings out more.

He also spotted a familiar name.

Fang Jun.

Wasn’t he the wealthy young man who set up the Dragon Gate stratagem a few days ago at Apang Palace?

No wonder he was so unrestrained.

With such a brother, it’s no surprise he doesn’t bother considering others in Capital City.

"We thought you’d fallen into the toilet, we were about to ask the waiter to rescue you."

After spending more than ten minutes in the bathroom, Jiang Chen finally came out.

"My stomach has been hurting recently."

The food was already on the table, and since all three of them were from Sha City, the dishes they ordered were relatively spicy.

"Waiter, add a bowl of porridge."

Fang Qing said naturally.

Hearing this, Tong Dan glanced at her and silently refrained from making any jokes.

Jiang Chen sat down, utterly unmoved, perhaps having grown accustomed to such considerate gestures.

"Since you want to change the environment and no longer wish to stay in Capital City, why not just give up the apartment and go back first?"

His sudden suggestion made Tong Dan and Fang Qing look over.

"Why are you in such a hurry to drive Fang Qing away?"

Tong Dan looked puzzled.

"Do you know how expensive the rent in Capital City is? Saving a day’s rent saves a lot of money," Jiang Chen said composedly.

Tong Dan laughed, "You haven’t rented a property, have you? There’s no daily rental for houses; they’re usually rented quarterly or semi-annually, and even if you cancel early, the landlord won’t refund you as per the contract."

"Is that so?"

Jiang Chen seemed to have just realized.

Of course, he wasn’t devoid of such basic life knowledge, but truth be told, he had never actually rented an apartment.

"Why don’t you just give me the keys. How much longer is left on your lease? I might need to stay in Capital City for a while, might as well use it, rather than let it go to waste."

He turned to Fang Qing and said,

"You wish."

Tong Dan laughed.

Fang Qing stared at him, "What are you planning?"

Tong Dan didn’t understand, but she couldn’t hide it from him.

"Nothing, if you don’t want to, forget it."

Jiang Chen smiled slightly and picked up his chopsticks.

"Didn’t you say your stomach was hurting? How can you eat something so spicy?" Tong Dan questioned.

"It hurt earlier, but it’s better now."

Watching Jiang Chen eat comfortably, Fang Qing slightly furrowed her brows.

"Fang Qing, my colleague said there’s something at the company, and asked me to stop by."

It was still Fang Qing who paid the bill.

As they left the restaurant, Tong Dan held her phone, looking apologetic.

"You go handle your business."

"I’ll come find you once I’m done."

Fang Qing nodded.

"Should I drop you off?"

Jiang Chen asked.

"No need, just make sure Fang Qing gets home safely."

"Take my car."

Fang Qing handed over the keys.

Tong Dan didn’t bother with formalities, "Sure, I’ve never driven such a nice car before."

"Be careful, don’t crash it."

Tong Dan gave him a look and walked to the car, opening the door.

"Let’s go, I’ll take you home."

Jiang Chen said with a smile.

Fang Qing followed him into the S8.

Jiang Chen drove seriously.

The car was very quiet.

Fang Qing didn’t speak either.

"How about some music?"

Jiang Chen turned his head.

"If you’re hiding something from me and doing things behind my back, I won’t talk to you anymore."

Fang Qing looked ahead.

"What could I possibly be doing."

Jiang Chen laughed and returned his gaze to the traffic ahead.

Fang Qing didn’t respond.

Jiang Chen inwardly sighed.

He couldn’t hide it from this neighbor after all.

It seemed like it had always been this way since they were children, she was like a worm in his stomach, always guessing what he was thinking.

"Are you really just going to let it go?"

Jiang Chen asked softly.

"It’s a minor injury; it’ll heal after some time."

"Yes, the wound on your forehead might heal, but what about your heart?"

Jiang Chen stopped joking, "Don’t say you don’t mind. You’re only in your twenties, not so tough yet. And if Uncle Fang and the others knew that you were being bullied like this outside, what would they think? You’ve always been their precious gem, the pride of our complex."

"You don’t have to tell them, and they’ll never know."

"I’m sorry, I can’t help you with this issue, Uncle Fang and I regard each other almost as close as parents, I can’t lie to them."

Fang Qing suddenly turned.

"Why are you bullying me too?!"

Yeah.

She was just in her twenties.

Only a year out of school.

How could she be that strong.

No longer having to keep up appearances in front of this neighborhood boy who might know her even better than herself, she didn’t need to pretend anymore.

"Is this what you call bullying? Aren’t you more forgiving towards others? Being hit or even insulted, you seem not to care."

"That’s different! They can bully me, but you can’t!"

At that moment, Fang Qing was like an unreasonable child.

Jiang Chen didn’t look at her.

"It’s quite unfortunate then. I feel like I can bully you, but others can’t."

Jiang Chen spoke softly, his expression colder than even when he was being hunted down in Goryeo.

Everyone has their own boundaries.

Inviolable boundaries.

And sometimes, these boundaries might be even more significant than oneself.

"Jiang Chen, don’t mess around; that woman is really not someone to provoke."

"When did you become so timid?"

Jiang Chen laughed, images from many years ago involuntarily appeared before his eyes; he used to be quite mischievous, often getting into trouble, sometimes getting cornered and taking a few punches.

"In middle school, when I came back with a swollen face and bruises, carrying my backpack, you would immediately call Fu Zili and the others for revenge, and I couldn’t stop you."

Memories suddenly surged up, and Fang Qing fell silent for a while, "...It’s not the same."

"It’s indeed not the same; back then although I looked pitiful, I didn’t lose."

"Your eyes were as swollen as a panda’s, and you still say you didn’t lose? Are you only tough with your words?"

True to being a lawyer, her memory was excellent, being able to remember scenes from so many years ago so vividly.

Perhaps unable to refute, Jiang Chen didn’t respond.

"I’m fine."

Fang Qing forced a smile, almost the same line from the tough boy she knew back then, their faces seemingly overlapping through time.

"You go home, I’ll handle the rest."

The same line from the girl back then.

"Vroom!"

The S8 suddenly accelerated, weaving through the traffic like a black streak of fire.