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Chapter 1047 - 735 Reliving Old Dreams (Thanks for the Tip!)_2

Chapter 1047: 735 Reliving Old Dreams (Thanks for the Tip!)_2

The whole world seemed to freeze in a moment.

"Would you believe me if I said this was a misunderstanding?"

Jiang Chen’s face was expressionless, his heart as dead as ashes.

Such an opening was simply perfect.

There were no hysterical screams, nor any furious slapping.

Fang Qing truly was not like ordinary women, as if nothing had happened, she just lifted her arm.

Jiang quickly withdrew his hand.

"Fang Qing, I really didn’t mean to..."

Even though he was eloquent, at this time he found himself at a loss for words.

Fang Qing silently sat up.

The less she spoke, the more on edge Jiang felt.

There’s always a calm before the storm.

"We both drank too much last night, and I just woke up. You pressed down on me a moment ago, do you remember?"

Jiang Chen tried to explain, attempting to shed any responsibility.

Of course.

It seemed indeed that it wasn’t his fault.

Meanwhile, he sat up as well.

"There should be some toothbrushes in the bathroom cabinet."

"..."

Jiang’s heart was in turmoil as he was flustered.

Toothbrush?

What’s the situation?

He looked at Fang Qing with a dopey expression.

"Then I’ll go wash first."

Fang Qing really acted as though nothing had happened; she just got out of bed and went into the bathroom, leaving Jiang Chen sitting on the bed, dumbfounded.

In such a situation.

Logically, the best solution would definitely be to run away, which was the best way to evade responsibility.

Or to put it bluntly.

Brute force, solve it with money,

But this was Fang Qing.

Of course, he couldn’t just walk away, so an uncertain Jiang Chen, after a simple wash, helped to clean up the bowls and dishes left from last night.

"I’ve ordered takeout."

Fang Qing came out of the bedroom wearing a new set of clothes, casual as always with her long hair casually tied back with an elastic band. Some women, at first glance, give off a sexually explosive visual impression, while others don’t; it’s not that they don’t have good figures, rather they are more restrained, and it’s hard to see from the clothes they wear, even if you’ve known them for dozens of years.

Jiang, who might have interacted as just buddies for over twenty years, now didn’t even know where to put his eyes.

"...Maybe I won’t eat then?"

"Didn’t you wake up hungry?"

Fang Qing was very calm, so calm it made Jiang’s heart pound.

"I’m okay..."

"Taking advantage and then planning to run?"

Jiang Chen froze, staring blankly at her.

"Let’s talk about it, how we’re going to solve this."

Fang Qing sat down on the sofa.

Jiang Chen regained his senses, awkwardly saying, "We were both drunk, so you can hardly blame you or me."

Top-tier scumbag tactics.

He deftly distributed the responsibility.

But he faced a formidable opponent today, a professional lawyer.

"Before waking up, indeed it wasn’t your problem. But since you had woken up, why didn’t you wake me up?"

Fang Qing’s sharp interjection left Jiang Chen at a loss for words.

"...I did it to avoid any misunderstandings."

"And the facts?"

One had to admit, a woman like Fang Qing would certainly be hard to deceive; she would not be led astray by others’ thinking.

Yes.

The objective reality had already been formed.

No matter what was said, Jiang Chen had taken significant advantage.

Intentional or not, what difference did it make?

"I already said not to drink so much."

Jiang Chen showed a look of regret and started to ramble on.

Men, at certain times, tend to be fairly similar in their lack of virtue.

However, it wasn’t all his fault for shirking responsibility.

This responsibility, how could he bear it?

"What’s passed is past, discussing it now is meaningless. Please confront the present."

That tone.

Jiang Chen felt as though he was sitting in the defendant’s seat at a courtroom.

In terms of eloquence, Jiang Chen didn’t think he would necessarily lose to the other party, but in this kind of issue, men were indeed at a natural disadvantage.

"So what do you suggest we do?"

He simply gave up, laying his position bare. Fang Qing might have been caught off guard and didn’t speak.

"Or I could let you touch me back."

What defines shameless impudence?

"I think I need to call my parents."

Such a tactic might work on someone else, but Jiang Chen forgot he was dealing with Qing Mei, who had always had a firm grasp on him since childhood.

Fang Qing wasn’t angry, and with a simple sentence, she changed his complexion and made him panic as he hastily said, "Wait a minute! We can talk this out properly. You mustn’t tell Uncle Fang and the others about this; it would spell trouble for both of us."

"What trouble would I be in?"

Fang Qing asked with confusion.

"What do you think?"

Jiang Chen was brief and serious, "Do you think it’s still like when we were kids?"

"Oh."

Fang Qing nodded, speaking softly, "That’s true, we’re adults now, and we shouldn’t be sharing a bed."

Jiang Chen’s face became even more embarrassed.

He knew she was doing it on purpose, pretending to be clueless—a skill he had learned from this very girl next door.

"As long as you don’t say it and I don’t say it, no one will know."

Jiang Chen tried to appear calm, even though he felt a bit ashamed as he spoke.

Fang Qing turned to look at him.

"Act like nothing ever happened?"

Jiang Chen, toughening up, nodded and, perhaps feeling guilty, hesitantly added, "You can just treat me as a brother, then it wouldn’t feel wrong."

What other solution could there be?

"Do you use this line with every girl?"

"Not at all, do you think anyone can be my ’brother’?"

"Do your ’brothers’ have chests this big?"

Jiang Chen froze, instantly shutting up.

In the end, Fang Qing didn’t dial the number; she put down her phone, perhaps understanding the severe consequences if the matter became known to others.

Jiang Chen breathed a sigh of relief, "Don’t worry, I won’t drink with you again."

"Why does it sound like you’ve suffered a great loss?"

After all, childhood friends like them didn’t hold small matters against each other.

"Do you think I wanted this?"

Jiang Chen, relieved at heart, looked up and wiped his forehead, his worries having just been put to rest, when their playful banter sparked up once more.

"If you keep saying that, I might really call my parents."

Jiang Chen saw right through her false bravado. If she was truly daring enough, why did she put down her phone?

"Go ahead, make that call. Then it’s over for you. You haven’t even had a boyfriend yet, talk about a loss."

"So what? At worst, we both go down, and neither of us gets off easy."

Everyone knew.

Given the relationship between their two families,

according to the older generation’s traditional thinking, they would surely be urged to unite as a couple if this came out.

Jiang Chen grimaced, "You’d do something that hurts yourself just as much as it hurts me?"

"I wouldn’t for anyone else."

"What did I ever do to you!"

Jiang Chen laughed.

"You touched me!"

Fang Qing, who had been calm throughout, finally revealed her emotions.

"Who told you to touch me!"

She, like an embarrassed child, picked up a cushion from the sofa and threw it at him.

Jiang Chen, quick on his feet, caught the cushion smoothly and coughed lightly, feeling somwhat guilty and so offered, "If you’re feeling upset... I’ll make it up to you; ask for anything you want."

"How about this, where do you plan to develop next? I’ll buy you an apartment wherever that is."

Really generous.

"Whoosh!"

This time it wasn’t a cushion but her phone that flew towards him.

Jiang Chen caught it again.

"Wait for me; next time I go to East Sea, I’m definitely going to have a good talk with Li Shuru."

Jiang Chen knew she didn’t mean it; she had Li Shuru’s contact information. If she truly wanted to cause trouble, would she need to go to East Sea in person?

The phone rang.

Jiang Chen glanced at it and walked over to extend his hand.

"Tong Dan."

Fang Qing took her phone.

Jiang Chen continued to clean up. This matter that was no small deal seemed like it was just swept under the rug by the two of them.

Of course.

It seemed so on the surface, but whether they could truly act as though nothing happened, probably only they themselves knew.

"What’s up?"

Fang Qing’s tone was casual.

"Did you see the news?"

"What news?"

"What are you doing? The internet has blown up, Ding He’s been caught!"

The voice of Tong Dan came from the phone.

Of course, she had no idea what Fang Qing had been up to; the longtime friends had just rekindled old memories, sleeping together for the night.

Ding He caught?

Fang Qing was momentarily stunned, her gaze unconsciously moving towards Jiang Chen, who was cleaning.