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Chapter 1019 - 723 Open the Door, Watch the Show (Thanks to the Alliance Leader! Grateful for the deep affection!)_2

Chapter 1019: 723 Open the Door, Watch the Show (Thanks to the Alliance Leader! Grateful for the deep affection!)_2

"I heard you had some conflict with Tian Fen recently?"

Fang Ai asked, unaware that the distance between her and Fang Jun had closed considerably—so close that their arms brushed against each other from time to time.

Though it’s said that men and women should not touch hands when giving or receiving objects, such formalities seemed unnecessary between siblings.

"Not really, just some underlings stirring up trouble."

Fang Jun said casually.

The famously omnipotent Luo Han of East Sea in the underworld was merely referred to as "some underlings" by the Fang Family, not even worthy of a name.

"If it’s nothing serious, you should resolve it through communication; don’t make a fuss to the point where the elders find out, or they’ll scold you again."

Siblings will be siblings.

They still cared about each other quite a bit.

While talking, they moved even closer together.

Though Fang Ai was not particularly beautiful, she was still voluptuous and as a woman in her thirties, she had an allure that young girls lacked, compounded with an intrinsic nobility, which held a certain attraction for men.

"Mhm, I know."

Fang Jun smiled and nodded, seeming to notice the proximity and casually took a step to the side.

Fang Ai’s expression didn’t change, as if she hadn’t noticed Fang Jun’s move and didn’t try to get closer again.

"You’re always like this, agreeing on the surface, but you never really listen."

She knew her brother’s character all too well; he was even more headstrong than she was, and had caused some incidents that made her nervous.

"As long as you’re aware of it, that’s good."

Since the older generation had public duties and were busy, it was up to their generation to show filial piety.

After a meal and around seven or eight in the evening, Fang Ai emerged from the courtyard, with slightly flushed cheeks—probably from drinking a bit.

It was fine for her as a girl; the old man wouldn’t say much, but it was different for Fang Jun. Every time he visited, the old man would lecture him for a long time.

The car door was opened.

Fang Ai got in.

The driver closed the door, silent, and started the car.

The aura-imposing red flag L5 left the red street.

"Don’t go back yet, just drive around."

Fang Ai reclined lazily in the back seat, rolled down the window, and at the same time, kicked off her high heels and laid her feet on the storage box between the driver’s seat and the passenger’s seat.

Since it was winter, she was wearing long pants, albeit with a pair of thick flesh-colored tights underneath.

The driver did not look around, concentrating on driving.

With a slightly flushed face, Fang Ai looked out the window, utterly ignoring driving safety, and gently nudged the driver’s straight back with her nylon-covered foot.

The driver did not respond, his professional conduct admirable.

A corner of Fang Ai’s mouth curved up, and she brazenly used her foot to lift his jacket, sliding her foot inside.

The wind blew in through the window, but it couldn’t dissipate the rising heat and intimacy in the car.

Unaware in the comfort of the L5, there was a Camry completely absent of presence silently trailing behind.

Yinghuo Medical Center.

Before the official surgery, the transplant parties had their final compatibility check.

The results were ideal.

"These three days, you must rest well, relax, and prepare for the final battle."

Besides Jiang Chen himself, he had also brought along Tanki Liuli.

Descending the mountain to experience life meant witnessing joy and sorrow, partings, and reunions—there was no better place than a hospital for that.

"I’ve been in good spirits, after all, I have nothing left to lose."

How Ai Qian felt was another matter, but Wei Chuyin’s excitement and anticipation was clear on her face.

"Ai Qian, I’ve asked the doctor—the success rate can reach 90%. After the surgery, you just need to stay in the hospital for another month for observation. As long as the indicators are normal, you can be discharged!"

Ai Qian smiled, "Alright, you’ve said that countless times now."

It was evident that she was not as calm as she seemed.

Yes.

Even ants cling to life.

Let alone humans.

If there is a chance to survive, who would choose death?

"I’m just happy for you. It turns out this disease isn’t so scary after all."

Though she said so, Wei Chuyin was acutely aware that Ai Qian’s chance at revival was entirely due to the young man who had arranged everything but rarely appeared at the hospital.

Without him, not to mention healing, Ai Qian might still be suffering the agony of illness, drifting alone.

The phone rang.

Jiang Chen took out his phone and glanced at the screen.

"I have to take this call."

He walked out.

Ai Qian watched him open the door and leave the ward, then her gaze settled on the woman whom she had seen once but still didn’t know by name.

The first time they met, she had been transferred from East Sea and was wearing a highly distinctive Daoist robe.

Now, the Daoist robe had been replaced, and her outfit was much more normal, but her aura and beauty still captivated the soul.

Ai Qian was sure that she had never seen such a beautiful girl in real life, not even Li Shuru.

"Hello."

She smiled, greeting the other person for the first time.

The other person looked at her, maybe because she was of a colder nature, she didn’t speak.

"I don’t know if Jiang Chen has introduced me, my name is Ai Qian, and I’m his college classmate."

Wei Chuyin couldn’t help but look towards the woman who made her feel inferior without even trying.

The women that appeared by Jiang Chen’s side were all more beautiful than the last, but now, she no longer had the right to be judgmental, nor the desire to.

"Tanki Liu Li."

The woman who had hardly spoken finally uttered her name, her voice light and ethereal, just like her name, filled with a unique aura of immortality.

"Your name is really nice."

Ai Qian couldn’t help but comment.

The other person was silent again.

Ai Qian felt that she wasn’t cold by nature but rather that she didn’t seem keen on communicating, so she didn’t press further.

Outside the hospital room.

Jiang Chen intentionally walked to the safety corridor and connected his phone.

"Sir, there’s been a slight complication."

The other end was quiet.

The voice wasn’t Chinese, but fluent English.

Jiang Chen’s expression remained unchanged, responding in equally fluent and calm English, "What kind of complication?"

Reading books always has its benefits, at any time.

Instead of explaining, the other end sent a video link directly.

Jiang Chen set down the phone and switched to the video; the screen interface changed instantly.

It was apparent that the shooting angle was inside a car, looking through the windshield with the focus on a Hongqi L5 ten meters away.

From the surroundings, it seemed to be located at a secluded corner of a plaza or park.

Only tall streetlights provided illumination.

"Sir, the target vehicle has been parked there for more than fifteen minutes."

"The target?"

"Still in the car, along with her driver. We’ve been following; they haven’t gotten out."

The briefing was concise.

Jiang Chen’s eyes twitched slightly.

The car was parked, but the occupants hadn’t gotten out?

A man and a woman had been in the car for fifteen minutes already?

Could they just be talking?

As the boss, and with a driver, what was there to talk about? And why deliberately find such a private spot?

Despite his doubts, Jiang Chen carefully observed the real-time video feed of the Hongqi L5.

The distance was too far, the lighting wasn’t bright, and given the privacy glass used in high-end cars like this one, it was impossible to see details inside.

The intimidating luxury car did not show any intense movement.

However, lack of movement didn’t seem to mean much.

Modern cars are well-equipped with good suspension systems, and this was a luxury vehicle that money could hardly buy.

Even if you were to dance on it, it would probably remain as stable as Mount Tai.

When Jiang Chen first saw the intelligence report, he had his doubts about the evaluations marked on it.

In the report, Fang Ai was clearly described as "promiscuous" and "indiscriminate" in black and white.

Yes.

Those were the words.

At the time he thought, despite being born into a wealthy family, how could someone’s personal character be so disgraceful? However, now it seemed that the international intelligence agencies indeed lived up to their reputation.

"Sir, shall we proceed as planned?"

Watching the Hongqi in the video that remained motionless, Jiang Chen’s eyes flickered, deciding to change plans on the spot.

"Open the door, let’s watch the show."

"Understood."

The video began to move.

The car door opening could be felt.

Then the camera shook, refocused on the Hongqi, and the distance gradually closed.

Jiang Chen held his phone, watching the screen, composed and with a deep gaze.