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Chapter 1311: Animals are not allowed to become spirits

Chapter 1311: Animals are not allowed to become spirits

"CEO Cao."

"CEO Cao."

"CEO Cao."

Outside Jiuding Group’s building.

The stream of people coming and going was endless.

Pacing back and forth, Cao Jinse nodded indifferently, though the curve at the corner of her lips was almost uncontrollable.

It had all started with a joke over the phone. Given her temperament, she would never push someone against their will. If she were truly that headstrong, there would’ve been no need for someone to voluntarily make the call back to her.

Perhaps everything was destined to be this way.

That was what Cao Jinse thought.

In this era where "996" had been touted as a virtue, Jiuding Group stood apart. Not only did it reject the culture of overtime work, but employees staying at the office during non-standard hours — outside of essential roles — could even face accountability for it.

Cao Jinse may not have held the highest role within Jiuding, but her notoriety was extraordinary. Almost every departing employee leaving Jiuding recognized her on their way out.

Of course, whether these so-called elite employees qualified to greet her was another matter entirely.

Due to its unique business philosophy, Jiuding Group wasn’t as widely known as Hang Seng. However, in terms of scale, Jiuding was easily on par, if not superior, to it. The rush of departing employees finally began to thin out after more than twenty minutes.

Accustomed to others waiting for her, Cao Jinse glanced at her watch and began suspecting she might’ve been stood up.

If it were anyone else, Cao Jinse wouldn’t have even entertained such doubts. But that person was different — eccentric in every way. Of all the remarkable things he’d done thus far, how many were not feats deemed "impossible for others"?

Just to be certain, Cao Jinse took out her phone and redialed.

"Are you coming or not?"

"...You’re the one who asked me to come."

After a moment, the voice on the other end replied, "I’m on my way."

"Didn’t you already say you were on the way earlier? Coming from Hang Seng, does it really take this long?"

It wasn’t that she lacked patience.

It could only be blamed on how little experience she had with waiting for others.

"You know how traffic is in the Capital, especially during rush hour at this time of day. And besides, I’m not the one driving."

Jiang Chen’s explanation was filled with incontestable facts, as Taoist Duanmu — a novice driver — was indeed slow but steady behind the wheel.

"Maybe you should go ahead first to avoid delays. Contact me again once you’re free."

That was his kindly reminder, or rather, a suggestion.

Although Jiang Chen’s performance was seamless and natural, with not a single flaw in his tone, someone as perceptive as Cao Jinse saw through his little scheme instantly.

There’s no joy in forcing things.

If she hadn’t been waiting this long, she might’ve let it go. But with so many subordinates witnessing her standing here, how could she quit halfway?

She was never the type to abandon tasks midway.

"I said I’d wait for you. Please, try to be quicker."

With one arm crossed, Cao Jinse spoke firmly yet politely, holding steadfast to her principles.

Jiang Chen’s face twitched slightly, and inside, he let out a silent sigh.

No one was to blame.

If fault had to be assigned, it could only lie in his poor timing.

Indeed.

Today, he’d been "haunted by ghosts" — or perhaps more accurately, he’d "touched a ghost." It was natural for things to go wrong.

Left with no choice, Jiang Chen resigned himself to the situation.

"I’m almost at Guanzhong Garden. Please remain patient."

Cao Jinse hung up the call, ceasing her pacing outside the office building. Taking a step down the stairs, she found a bench near a flowerbed and sat to rest.

People gravitate toward their kind.

Neither of them could be described as impatient.

After almost another fifteen minutes, a black sedan finally entered Cao Jinse’s view leisurely. Fortunately, it was close to mid-summer, and the sky had not yet turned fully dark.

Cao Jinse stood up. There was no need to wave; her presence was plenty conspicuous.

The low-profile luxury sedan came to a stop beside her.

Jiang Chen pushed the door open and stepped out from the front passenger seat.

Cao Jinse was surprised. She hadn’t expected him to behave so gentlemanly. But soon, she realized she’d overthought it.

Jiang Chen wasn’t opening the door for her; he was just switching from the front passenger seat to the back. Once he’d opened the rear door, he casually said, "Get in," before seating himself inside.

Thankfully, Cao Jinse was magnanimous and did not take offense, opening the car door to sit in herself.

"You really had Taoist Duanmu driving."

Seeing was believing.

Clearly, Jiang Chen hadn’t lied to shirk his responsibility.

"She drives quite well, apart from being a bit slow. Where to? I’ll handle the navigation."

Boss Jiang was undoubtedly a free-spirited individual. Once he accepted the situation, he didn’t dwell on it further.

"Under the Wind Chime Eaves."

Cao Jinse replied calmly. Having seen plenty in her time, she didn’t let Duanmu Liuli’s driving style elicit even the smallest flicker of expression.

Jiang Chen began navigating for his Taoist nun sister.

The grand Capital City.

Forget his Taoist nun sister. Even Jiang Chen himself was unfamiliar with the streets.

The car resumed its journey.

"What’s so urgent?"

Now that they were in the car, there was no longer any need to worry about last-minute cancellations. If Jiang Chen didn’t need something, he wouldn’t have complied so easily.

Which made Cao Jinse quite curious.

Sitting next to her in the back seat, Jiang Chen opened a laptop and handed it to her. "See for yourself."

Ah, so that was why he switched seats earlier.

Cao Jinse accepted the laptop, her gaze falling onto the screen. Her brows furrowed slightly, confusion surfacing. "What’s this?"

"Hang Seng Dance Troupe," Jiang Chen stated matter-of-factly.

No need for extra words.

Anyone could see it was the Hang Seng Dance Troupe.

Unless they were blind, everything on the screen was clear as day.

"Why are you showing me this?"

Turning her head, Cao Jinse looked at Jiang Chen with puzzled eyes.

"Have you heard of this dance troupe?"

Jiang Chen asked.

"I’ve seen some news about them."

Jiang Chen didn’t joke about her having time to scroll through her phone. After all, even emperors needed bathroom breaks.

"I went to Hang Seng today. Geng Zhida arranged for that dance troupe to greet me."