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Chapter 1310 - 905 lines (asking for monthly tickets!)_2

Chapter 1310: 905 lines (asking for monthly tickets!)_2

Even her ex-husband was listed.

His name was Wang Shen.

Of course.

A thirty-year-old woman with a marriage history is perfectly normal. This indirectly reflects Hengsheng Group’s inclusive philosophy in selecting talents.

Jiang Chen wasn’t particularly interested in the widely debated Group Leader Bai. He merely skimmed through her file and continued scrolling through the photos below.

Hengsheng Group’s artistic team was far more extensive than he had anticipated, surpassing external speculations by a wide margin.

The total number of people actually exceeded 200, including those who left midway.

Currently, there were still 136 people registered with Hengsheng Group.

These individuals came from all over the country, with varied educational backgrounds, and had diverse professions before joining the Hengsheng Song and Dance Troupe. But without a doubt, they all had one thing in common: every single one of them was an extraordinary beauty. Even in their ID photos, their stunning looks were dazzling, leaving one almost overwhelmed.

Over two hundred people, combined with their background profiles—this was by no means a simple task. But Jiang Chen had patience and paid careful attention, making sure not to skip a single one.

Of course, it wasn’t a beauty pageant he was conducting.

But unfortunately, even after reviewing the last person, he didn’t find what he was looking for.

"That woman, is she from Hengsheng Group?"

Nearby.

A voice suddenly interrupted.

Jiang Chen shifted his gaze from the laptop.

"Who?"

"The woman you called out to at Xiangshan."

Jiang Chen’s eyes flickered slightly.

"You were just with her," Taoist nun sister continued, focusing intently on driving, her eyes on the road, her expression calm as still water.

Just now?

Jiang Chen remained composed and said, "How do you know?"

"The scent."

"The scent?"

"You have her scent on you."

"..."

Jiang Chen’s expression inevitably shifted slightly. He couldn’t help but instinctively sniff himself, but after so much time, there was nothing left to smell.

Could she possibly have a dog’s sense of smell?

Glancing at Tanki Liuli, Jiang Chen didn’t deny it but instead asked, "Are you certain it’s that scent?"

Taoist nun sister let out a soft "mm."

If one person’s judgment could be mistaken, two people’s perceptions likely indicated no coincidence.

That day at Xiangshan, when they met Niu Jili, Tanki Liuli had indeed been present.

No matter how suspicious he became of himself, Jiang Chen would never doubt Taoist nun sister’s memories.

Which meant.

No matter who the performer playing out this rendition of "A Chinese Ghost Story" or "Mountain Village Corpse" alongside him earlier was.

At the very least.

She was definitely the same woman they had encountered by chance at Xiangshan.

"This world seems vast, but sometimes it feels surprisingly small."

Jiang Chen closed his laptop.

Tanki Liuli didn’t comment, only asking, "Does she have a grudge against you?"

Jiang Chen hesitated for a moment.

Truly—

—piercing straight to the core with her words.

He turned his head with a wry smile. Taoist nun sister’s manner of driving was still as endearingly casual as ever, her serene profile giving off a contrasting sense of irony. While it made him laugh, it also inexplicably set him at ease.

"Why do you say that?"

"My master says encounters occur because of bonds."

The Taoist nun’s reply was brief, yet full of meaning.

Encounters occur because of bonds.

If one were to infer further, it would naturally lead to the thought that frequent encounters likely stemmed from either resentment or grudges.

Looking at the sisterly serenity of the Taoist nun beside him, Jiang Chen became thoughtful. Finally regaining his composure, he said, "If she really had a grudge against me, do you think I’d still be sitting here safe and sound?"

"She’s a woman."

The Taoist nun sister’s words were concise and to the point.

Jiang Chen couldn’t help but laugh, "You’re a woman. Your senior sister is a woman. Do you think I can win a fight against either of you?"

Having been in the secular world for some time now, the Taoist nun sister had, to some extent, learned the ways of the world. Perhaps not wanting to wound Boss Jiang’s pride, she chose to stay silent.

But she was likely overthinking it.

Boss Jiang’s philosophy of life emphasized a see-through, carefree attitude, and he was rarely concerned with the so-called dignity.

Besides, when faced with supernatural figures like the Sisters of Blood Guanyin, what was there to feel shame about in admitting defeat?

If one insisted on fighting with oneself, they were bound to live unhappily.

"I have a suspicion that she might be my teacher."

Jiang Chen stared at the windshield, murmuring as if to himself.

Hearing this, Tanki Liuli finally turned to glance at him, apparently finding his statement perplexing.

"You don’t recognize your own teacher?"

Straightforward as always.

Jiang Chen laughed again.

"Recognition has many layers..."

He was about to elaborate, but then he remembered who was driving next to him—it was the Taoist nun sister.

Jiang Chen paused.

"You’ll understand one day."

He dropped the topic. "Head to the Jiuding Group."

With that, he pulled out his phone, first notifying his subordinates in the cars both ahead and behind. Then, one vehicle changed direction, splitting off from the convoy.

Immediately after.

Jiang Chen made a call to Cao Jinse.

"Beep... Beep... Hello! The person you’re trying to reach is currently unavailable. Please try again later."

Unlike having no signal, the call had evidently gone through but was declined.

Jiang Chen found it amusing.

In his mind, Cao Jinse wasn’t the type to be petty.

Could she really still be hung up on that joke he made?

As a friend, expressing concern over personal matters was perfectly natural and not the least bit inappropriate.

It must be because they were too familiar with each other now.

If it had been in the past, there’s no way she’d so rudely hang up his call.

Sometimes, relationships between people work this way.

Getting too close isn’t always a good thing.

Jiang Chen wasn’t in a rush. After crossing a couple of traffic lights, he called again.

This time, the call went through smoothly.

As expected.

Even if she held a grudge, her broad mind and vision wouldn’t allow her to let something so minor show.

"Still busy at this hour?"

Jiang Chen, considerate as ever, preemptively provided an excuse, saving face for both sides.

After all, if she had deliberately not answered, it would only make things awkward for both of them.

"No, I accidentally pressed the wrong button earlier."

Cao Jinse didn’t accept the excuse he offered, her tone as calm as ever. But Jiang Chen, perceptive as he was, still caught the subtle undercurrent beneath her words.

She wasn’t even trying to disguise it.

If it really had been an accident, she would have called back, wouldn’t she?

"Are you done with work?"

Jiang Chen, unbothered, smoothly changed the subject.

"What is it?"

"Nothing much. Let’s grab a meal. Taoist Duanmu will join us too."

"Weren’t you heading to Hengsheng today?"

"Yeah, I just wrapped up. We’re on our way."

The moment Jiang Chen finished his sentence, the voice on the other end said, "Next time."

Could she truly be that upset over a harmless joke?

Jiang Chen still found it hard to believe she’d be so narrow-minded.

"Still busy?"

He probed.

"No, I have plans."

On the other side of the line.

Cao Jinse was tidying her things, phone in hand, as she prepared to leave the office.

Jiang Chen’s judgment of her was spot on. Although she’d hung up earlier in a small display of pique, she genuinely hadn’t been preoccupied with a trivial joke.

As it turned out, she really had something to attend to.

"No worries, I’ll wait for you."

"CEO Cao."

"CEO Cao."

"CEO Cao."

Amid greetings from her subordinates, Cao Jinse walked to the elevator and pressed the button.

"You’re not just inviting me to dinner for no reason, are you?"

She picked up on the nuance.

Jiang Chen didn’t try to hide it, chuckling, "Yeah, there’s something I’d like to discuss with you. Not really suited to talk about over the phone."

"Ding."

The elevator doors opened.

Cao Jinse stepped inside.

"If it’s not urgent, let’s chat tomorrow."

"Will you be busy until late?"

Cao Jinse could easily discern his eagerness. She was about to say she wasn’t sure, but the words stopped on the tip of her tongue as if she remembered something.

"How about this, why don’t you come with me?"

In the elevator, her gaze reflected the light of the changing floor numbers.

Jiang Chen, without much thought, immediately replied, "Sure."

But just after agreeing, he asked, "What sort of appointment is it?"

"I’ve mentioned it before," Cao Jinse’s voice remained steady, devoid of any emotion. "Pick me up downstairs."

Mentioned before?

Jiang Chen slightly furrowed his brow but quickly, with his incredible memory, recalled it.

His expression shifted.

"You’re going to meet Song Chaoge..."

"Mm."

Her voice remained calm as ever, without a hint of amusement.

"I’ll wait for you downstairs."

Jiang Chen didn’t even get the chance to reconsider before the other end hung up.