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Chapter 1314 - 907 The Brazen and Shameless Scoundrel (Vote for Monthly Tickets!)_2

Chapter 1314: 907 The Brazen and Shameless Scoundrel (Vote for Monthly Tickets!)_2

It seems that the truths of the human world are all the same.

No matter the social class, the older one grows, the lonelier one becomes.

"Brother Jiang, you must have a childhood sweetheart, right?"

He asked Jiang Chen.

Jiang Chen nodded in surprise and even asked, "How does Mr. Song know? Have you met her?"

People casually ask a follow-up question in a conversation—shouldn’t that be perfectly normal?

Song Chaoge shook his head and joked, "Probably not."

Jiang Chen glanced at Cao Jinse, as if comparing, then introduced, "Like Miss Cao, my childhood sweetheart is also outstanding. Her name is Fang Qing, and she’s a brilliant lawyer."

If Fang Qing were here, she might feel somewhat touched.

Look at who’s seated at this dinner table right now.

Let’s not even mention the Taoist nun sister—every single person here is considered an extraordinary figure in the eyes of ordinary people.

"This name, I think I’ve heard it before."

Song Chaoge’s eyes showed a thoughtful expression.

"She used to work in the Capital City."

"I think I’ve heard of her too. Wasn’t she the one who defended that case involving a street vendor stabbing a city inspector?" said Cao Jinse.

"So it was her. I can’t believe she’s Brother Jiang’s childhood friend. No wonder the name sounded familiar. That case—top-tier lawyers wouldn’t necessarily take it..."

"Top-tier lawyers wouldn’t take it, and that’s exactly why a case like that ended up in the hands of a rookie like her."

"Weren’t you just praising her as being brilliant earlier?" Cao Jinse asked.

Jiang Chen looked at her. "Since the beginning of her career, she boasts a 100% win rate for the cases she’s taken. Doesn’t that count as brilliant?"

"..."

"Knock knock knock..."

The server entered and began serving the dishes.

Jiang Chen didn’t continue introducing Fang Qing. Having reached this point, if certain details couldn’t be remembered, there was no need to insist further.

"Mr. Song, about last time in Haojiang, I sincerely apologize. I’ve always wanted to personally offer my apologies to Mr. Song, but I’ve never gotten the chance. That’s why, when I heard Miss Cao say she was meeting Mr. Song, I specifically asked her to bring me along."

Jiang Chen cut to the chase, finally seeming to remember his actual goal—to actively take on responsibility.

Cao Jinse immediately gave him an "approving" look.

"Brother Jiang, are you insulting me? Competing in poker is all about skill—why would Brother Jiang have any reason to apologize to me?"

Look at Mr. Song.

Such self-awareness.

Even Jiang Chen, who seemingly came off as a little insulting, still maintained a guilty expression. Originally, judging by the dishes being brought to the table, Song Chaoge likely hadn’t ordered alcohol, but Jiang Chen had added a bottle.

After all, he had a driver now.

"No matter how Mr. Song feels, this matter has truly weighed on me. Allow me to take this drink first as a gesture of respect. Mr. Song, feel free to join as you please."

Though he said "as you please," Jiang Chen still poured two glasses of wine—placing one in front of Song, then raising his own glass for a hearty sip.

Song Chaoge gave a bitter smile. Naturally, there was no other choice but to pick up the glass.

The Taoist nun sister revealed her inner foodie, picking up her utensils and digging into her meal, seemingly oblivious to all that was happening around her.

Cao Jinse, undoubtedly sidelined, found her role usurped. Clearly, she was supposed to be the main character tonight, but the person who had been hesitant before entering now seemed possessed upon sitting down—stealing the spotlight to such an extent that even Song Chaoge had no chance to strike up a conversation with her.

"Brother Jiang, I think you should slow down with the drinking."

Jiang Chen’s alcohol tolerance wasn’t particularly great, but drinking was about the atmosphere—it depended on who you were drinking with.

Jiang Chen seemed unusually bold tonight, leaving Song Chaoge with little room to keep up and forcing him to speak up.

"Mr. Song, this is our first time drinking together. As the saying goes, ’True friends never tire of sharing a thousand cups; seize the moment and indulge while life is good.’"

With that, Jiang Chen raised his glass once more.

Song Chaoge’s face showed a hint of helplessness, yet he had no choice but to join in with his glass.

Could this guy actually be trying to get him drunk?

Cao Jinse naturally noticed Jiang Chen’s unusual behavior but chose to remain on the sidelines, uninvolved.

It’s exhausting to compete in courteousness with a gentleman.

But even more exhausting is vying for pretense with a hypocrite.

A day without leisure—having spent the afternoon watching a ghost performance—left Jiang Chen lacking the energy for such mental gymnastics, so he simply adopted a different strategy.

At the drinking table, no unrelated topics.

This has been a proud tradition on the Land of Shenzhou since ancient times.

Simplifying everything with age-old drinking tactics successfully threw the other party off balance—even Jiang Chen himself noticed the way Song Chaoge was now looking at him, with a mix of disbelief and a peculiar gleam.

As a result, when the gathering ended, both men’s steps were somewhat unsteady.

"Mr. Song, let’s meet again someday."

Jiang Chen reeked of alcohol.

Song Chaoge wasn’t much better off—though his composure and cunning were usually impeccable, they couldn’t override the effects on his physiology.

If Cao Jinse hadn’t stepped in to stop them when the situation took a turn for the worse, someone might very well have gotten sick.

Perhaps he was drunk, as Song Chaoge didn’t bother with pleasantries anymore, simply waving his hand and stumbling his way toward his car.

No need to worry about him.

The car lights clearly revealed there was a driver waiting for him inside—though oddly enough, despite Song Chaoge being in such a state, no one had come out to greet him.

"Get in the car."

Cao Jinse obviously wasn’t going to help a drunk man. She merely walked to the car, opened the door.

Taoist Duanmu merely watched on—the task was out of her scope of responsibility.

Fortunately, Jiang Chen still had some sense left and managed to walk unsteadily to the car and squeeze himself inside.

In the car where the headlights were on:

Song Chaoge was no longer his usual composed self. He leaned against the back seat, taking several deep breaths.

Through the windshield:

Jiang Chen and the others gradually boarded their respective cars.

"Using tricks like throwing tantrums and playing dirty—ridiculous."