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Chapter 1197 - 824 Blood Replenishment (4k, additional updates completed)_2

Chapter 1197: 824 Blood Replenishment (4k, additional updates completed)_2

As she spoke, she looked at Pei Yunxi, who had been cooped up in the room all day, "Did you have a fight with Mr. Jiang?"

"No."

"Then why did I see you kick him out earlier?"

Of course, it was impossible to hear too clearly from outside.

But knowing Pei Yunxi’s personality as a former boss and close friend, Yang Ni understood her more than anyone else.

To say it without exaggeration, she had never seen her lose composure like that before.

With a slight stir in her heart, Yang Ni lowered her voice, testing the waters, "He didn’t try to take advantage of you, did he?"

She could only think of this possibility.

Pei Yunxi subconsciously pulled up her collar a bit more.

"No."

Yang Ni looked puzzled, "Then why did you two argue?"

Pei Yunxi looked at her, for the first time ever so curious about gossip, "He asked me what kind of men you like."

"..."

Yang Ni froze, not because she was mortified, but her cheeks suddenly reddened, and this mother of a primary school child suddenly felt a girlish shyness.

"What are you joking about!"

"Ding-dong, ding-dong, ding-dong..."

The doorbell rang.

It relieved Yang Ni’s awkwardness, and she adjusted her mood before getting up to open the door.

"Miss Yang, hello, your meal delivery."

Yang Ni looked at the delivery cart pushed by the server, somewhat puzzled.

It was just past four in the afternoon, not yet five, and not quite dinner time yet.

"Come in."

She let the server in.

"Yun Xi, didn’t you eat lunch?"

Pei Yunxi also seemed surprised as she looked at the server setting up the meal.

"I didn’t order this."

"It wasn’t you who ordered?"

The server resolved the confusion for the two top actresses.

"Miss Pei, this was ordered by Mr. Jiang."

Yang Ni suddenly realized.

"Please enjoy your meal."

The server left with the cart.

But looking at the dishes on the table, Yang Ni was a bit dazed again.

Carrots, celery, pumpkin, black fungus...

Almost all vegetables.

Isn’t that being a bit too stingy?

But that’s not the key point.

"Yun Xi, you just caught a cold, right?"

She turned to Pei Yunxi to confirm, "You weren’t hurt, were you?"

Pei Yunxi looked back at her, puzzled.

As their eyes met, Yang Ni said weirdly, "These dishes, they’re all blood-nourishing."

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Jiang Chen’s room.

The cleaning had already been done.

Bed sheets changed.

Boss Jiang, who had been sitting alone and contemplating life for quite a while, pulled out his mobile phone.

"Brother Jiang, in good shape, I see. I thought you’d be laid out all day today."

Good shape.

The speaker didn’t mean anything by it, but the listener took it to heart.

Jiang Chen kept a straight face and laughed, "What’s up, Young Master Ye."

"Playing ball."

On the other end of the phone, indeed the sound of basketball bouncing echoed, rather noisy.

It had to be admitted.

Young Prince Ye was truly unique, always either boxing or playing ball, such a healthy lifestyle, not at all like a super spoilt brat.

"Young Master Ye, you really can hold your liquor, I’ve only just woken up."

"Haha, life is all about movement, you know. Oh, and let me tell you some not-so-good news."

Not-so-good news?

Jiang Chen was caught off guard, then curiously said, "Go ahead, Young Master Ye."

While he was wondering what bad news it might be, he heard the other side saying, "Xiang Shang’s life is pretty tough, he got rescued."

"..."

Jiang Chen realized and fell silent.

Then,

he smiled, "Young Master Ye, life is precious, this shouldn’t be considered bad news."

"Sigh."

Young Prince Ye sighed, "Lucky for him then."

Jiang Chen was very clear about the other’s character, a man of his word, resolute and decisive, those are Young Prince Ye’s strengths.

Since Xiang Shang had been saved, it meant he had survived this calamity.

"Young Master Ye, how about dinner tonight? No drinking this time."

Jiang Chen declared upfront.

"Haha, Brother Jiang, wherever you fall, you have to get back up. How can you admit defeat?"

Teasing, Ye Tingxuan said, "Not tonight, you’re too late asking, I have a dinner engagement I can’t get out of."

A dinner engagement that Young Prince Ye can’t get out of?

Unexpected as it was, Jiang Chen naturally didn’t ask further, "OK, some other time."

Guantang.

A basketball court somewhere.

Ye Tingxuan, sitting courtside, put down his phone and took a sip of mineral water.

Quite professional.

Not only wearing basketball shoes but also decked out in full gear.

"Buddy, are we playing or not?"

In the middle of the court.

Someone muttered.

It was obvious.

This game wasn’t organized by Young Prince Ye; he must have come alone and joined a team on the spot.

"Play, play, play..."

Fearing he’d get kicked out, Ye Tingxuan hurriedly muttered, not even finishing his water, he put down both it and the phone, and got up to run over.

Two teams.

Three people on each side.

A fair three-on-three.

Anyway, Young Prince Ye, who joined in to make up the numbers, didn’t know a single one of them.

"Beautiful!"

"Great shot!"

"Nice!"

A crisp three-pointer, the basketball tracing a pleasing arc before neatly sinking into the net.

Drawing cheers from the surrounding spectators.

Young Prince Ye was indeed talented; he was absolutely spot on with basketball, and right after sinking an applauded three-pointer, he remained humble and composed, quite the demeanor of a great leader.

All of them basketball enthusiasts, with fairly matched skills, the two sides played a back-and-forth game.

"Whew..."

The basketball flew over, and his teammates passed the ball to Ye Tingxuan, who was temporarily playing guard, obviously recognizing his three-point skills and wanting him to shoot.

But this time, Young Prince Ye didn’t flaunt his long-range prowess. Positioned beyond the three-point line, he surprisingly began to dribble towards the paint.

His crossover was agile, his speed fast.

With his teammates’ help in setting screens, he quickly penetrated the inside.

Gripping the ball, he jumped; Young Prince Ye probably wanted to show off his all-around scoring ability, but he forgot an important reality.

On the opposing team, there was a center over 1.9 meters tall.

Or rather.

Here.

Nobody knew his identity.

"Slap!"

As a tall shadow loomed and then a wide hand swooped in.

Young Prince Ye, who executed the move quite stylishly, hadn’t even released the ball when it was unceremoniously slapped away.

Not only that, the powerful block almost knocked him to the ground. Fortunately, after landing and stumbling a bit, he managed to regain balance, barely preserving his image.

Around him, another wave of cheers!

The same men and women who had cheered for him before.

The center who had blocked him then arrogantly flipped him the middle finger.

Ye Tingxuan grinned and didn’t mind the slightest.

It’s just basketball.

Very normal.

Who hasn’t been disrespected?

"Buddy, your three-point shooting is good, let’s stick to the perimeter."

His teammate consoled him without blame, patting his shoulder as a sign of encouragement.

Ignorance is fearlessness.

Wiping off sweat, Ye Tingxuan responded, "No problem."

The game continued.

In sports, talent really does play a big part; with an advantage of more than 1.9 meters in height, no matter how hard Ye Tingxuan’s team tried, they still couldn’t escape defeat.

"Buddy, keep a low profile in the future."

The most eye-catching center of the court hailed Ye Tingxuan with no ill intent. Young folks flaunting after a victory—is completely normal behavior.

Drenched in sweat, Ye Tingxuan didn’t show any dejection from the loss. After washing his face with mineral water, he threw away the bottle, not even having time to respond to the other.

Around the court.

Suddenly, there was a stir.

Those playing and those watching alike gradually stopped what they were doing and turned in shock towards one direction.

An imposing procession of black cars silently approached.

Not to mention each car was luxurious.

Even more startling was that all the license plates were consecutive numbers!

Those who came here to play basketball were ordinary young people from Gangcheng, who had never seen such a display. Besides being stunned, their gaze carried awe and desire for such wealth and power.

Among everyone at the basketball court, only Ye Tingxuan remained nonchalant, casually wiping his hair.

"Young Master Ye, Mr. Jiang sent me to pick you up."

The convoy stopped by the basketball court.

As a man in a gray suit approached Ye Tingxuan with respect, everyone at the court was dumbstruck.

Ye Tingxuan casually nodded, then turned his head, looking at the center who had just taunted him.

The man’s face had already turned pale.

"Buddy, let’s play again some other time."

He shouted with a smile, then turned away.

The convoy left.

The court was silent as a graveyard.

The few who had been playing were out of sorts, as if in a dream.