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Chapter 1308 - 904 Shh...

Chapter 1308: 904 Shh...

Not everyone merits an invitation from the dance troupe.

And their visit to Hengsheng this time isn’t for leisure.

While Jiang Chen is "relaxing" upstairs, the accompanying Great Wall personnel are fully occupied coordinating with Hengsheng’s senior management.

Elevating one person often demands sacrifices from others.

This is one of the perks of being the boss.

"Miss Duanmu."

Right when the two systems were in the middle of integration, Tanki Liuli, who had wandered off alone, walked back in.

She likely felt the timing was about right, which is why she drove back.

Whether she’s an excellent bodyguard is still uncertain, but she is undoubtedly a competent driver.

"Where is he?"

After scanning the room, Taoist Duanmu noticed a certain someone was missing.

Everyone at Great Wall Group was already quite familiar with the unparalleled beauty who always stayed close to General Jiang.

Of course.

No one dared to make wild speculations about her relationship with General Jiang. But based on the way she addressed him, it was clear their connection was unusual.

"General Jiang left with Geng Zhida."

The response came from Great Wall’s chief legal consultant, who was overseeing the merger with Hengsheng.

"Where did they go?"

Taoist Duanmu’s questions were always concise and to the point.

"This... I don’t know..."

He wasn’t covering anything up—Great Wall’s chief legal consultant indeed had no clue.

What the boss does isn’t something he would report to him.

Tanki Liuli didn’t press the issue further. Clearly, she didn’t think anyone was deceiving her. Instead, she used her smartwatch to call Jiang Chen.

She never forgot the responsibilities her senior sister had entrusted to her.

"Hello, the number you dialed is currently unavailable. Please try again later."

It wasn’t that no one picked up.

The call simply couldn’t go through.

This kind of situation typically arises due to signal interference.

Indeed.

Places like the thirty-third floor emphasize privacy—it’s just like certain locations where phones are banned entirely. Installing signal blockers isn’t uncommon.

"Where is Geng Zhida?"

Tanki Liuli lowered her wrist and asked softly.

Hengsheng’s executives exchanged puzzled glances, unsure how to respond.

They naturally didn’t recognize the stunningly beautiful woman before them or understand her background, so they turned to the Great Wall personnel.

The chief legal consultant from Great Wall certainly understood this unrivaled beauty’s unique standing. After some hesitation, he finally spoke: "Let’s try contacting Geng Zhida."

Hengsheng Group’s thirty-third floor.

A secluded space, cut off from the outside world.

The performer had regained her freedom and stood upright.

After all, Boss Jiang—no matter what—wasn’t some vile scoundrel who would exploit brute force for indecent purposes.

Once he released her, he also sat up straight on the sofa chair instead of staying reclined.

"Luo Peng still reminisces about Teacher Xiang Tian. If he were here, he would surely be ecstatic."

How Young Master Luo might react upon hearing this is anyone’s guess, though under these circumstances, he probably wouldn’t be too thrilled.

In the darkness.

A faint chuckle echoed.

"I don’t quite understand. Who is Teacher Xiang Tian? And who is Miss Fujiwara?"

"Dongying customs—is it nothing but theatrics?"

Jiang Chen rose leisurely from the sofa chair. "No matter who you are, can you turn on the lights?"

"Sorry, our dance troupe has rules for performances."

Jiang Chen didn’t insist.

Refusing to turn on the lights wasn’t a problem.

While he didn’t know where the switch was, he had other means.

This was when cleverness comes into play.

Jiang Chen pulled out his phone and switched on the flashlight, noticing his phone indeed had no signal here.

Of course.

This wasn’t something Jiang Chen lingered on; instead, he directed the beam of light forward.

The strong beam pierced the dense darkness, causing the dancer to instinctively squint.

"If you don’t mind, could you remove the veil?"

Jiang Chen asked.

Bathed in bright light, the woman narrowed her enchanting almond-shaped eyes but remained silent.

"Shall I help you take it off?"

"Does my appearance matter that much to you?"

Jiang Chen wasn’t vulgar or uncouth, but who would enjoy having a mysteriously veiled woman lingering like a ghost around them?

He didn’t say another word, stepping forward, clearly intending to take matters into his own hands. Having already taken liberties, now he was displaying decisiveness and the aggression one might expect from a man.

The woman retreated, still obscured in light yet inscrutable.

Her layered costume burdened her movement, unlike Jiang Chen’s ease. Soon, he cornered her effortlessly.

Jiang Chen lowered the phone slightly, no longer aiming it at her eyes.

"Take off the veil," he demanded.

His final ultimatum.

"We have rules here. Guests can’t force us. General Jiang, if you insist on this, I’ll have to call someone."

Radiant in stature, voice, scent, and allure, she was a seduction for any man. Yet her resolve was formidable—or perhaps simply principled.

Jiang Chen locked eyes with her mesmerizing gaze, which seemed to flow like spring water.

Someone less steadfast might quickly lose themselves, consumed by desire. But Jiang Chen, who had long adapted to being surrounded by extraordinary women, possessed ironclad self-control.

Faced with her warning—perhaps a challenge—he responded impassively, after a pause, with a tyrannical remark.

"Do you believe me if I say I’ll strip you bare?"

The beguiling yet inscrutable woman’s pupils shrank; her micro-reactions suggested she wanted to laugh, wanted to say "I don’t believe you," but inexplicably she murmured a reply instead.

Wary of enraging him completely?

Probably.

In situations such as this, any woman engaging in direct conflict with a man would be unwise.

"General Jiang, you’re not this type of person."

No doubt.

She was already yielding.

"Do you know me well?"

Jiang Chen’s expression remained devoid of emotion as he coldly replied, "I’m curious to see if anyone would come to rescue you when I strip off your clothes."

It wasn’t a threat.

He acted as he spoke.

Without hesitation, Jiang Chen suddenly stepped forward, grabbing her delicate shoulder and costume with his free hand and pulling downward without pause.

"Swish."

The loose fabric rapidly slid away, revealing her shoulder entirely, along with an enticing collarbone and a small fragment of bright-colored undergarment—a cloth supported by a thin strap on her shoulder, modestly concealing and accentuating an arresting, proud curve.

This was, unmistakably—

——a dudou?

No wonder it was Hengsheng’s dance troupe; even their undergarments embodied professionalism.

The breathtakingly exposed woman froze, her eyes stunned. Clearly, she hadn’t anticipated Jiang Chen’s abrupt action, or had misjudged his behavior.

Jiang Chen, true to his reputation, didn’t proceed further. He seemed in no rush, opting to savor her striking beauty instead.

After a brief daze, the woman didn’t shout or scream. Clearly a remarkable performer, anger and humiliation flashed briefly in her almond-shaped eyes before vanishing, replaced by a signature alluring laugh.

She stepped back, shielding her exposed shoulder.

"General Jiang, we’re not the kind of people you think we are."

"Do you really think you can escape?"

"Shh..."

The woman abruptly silenced him. "Listen, someone’s coming."

It wasn’t a ploy—indeed, there was a knock at the door.

"General Jiang, Miss Duanmu is looking for you."

It was Geng Zhida’s voice.

Jiang Chen ignored it, still focused on the woman in front of him.

"I must leave. If anyone sees us like this... it wouldn’t be good for your reputation, General Jiang."

True.

If this scene were exposed, Jiang Chen’s well-established reputation might be utterly ruined.

She turned to leave, but Jiang Chen wasn’t about to let her go so easily.

"I’m not afraid. Why are you?"

Determined to uncover her veil, Jiang Chen prepared to send Geng Zhida away. But suddenly, another voice sounded outside.

"Open the door."

The Taoist nun sister had followed Geng Zhida upstairs.

Jiang Chen hesitated slightly.

"General Jiang, farewell."

During that fleeting moment of hesitation, the woman moved swiftly and gracefully towards the stage, vanishing behind the curtains.