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Chapter 1320 - 911 Monster

Chapter 1320: 911 Monster

If this were an ordinary situation, surely no one would actually commit such an abrupt act toward a beauty.

Fujiwara Li Ji probably thought so too, which is why she appeared so composed and gracious.

What a pity.

Tonight, she was facing someone who was far from ordinary.

If you’ve already sneaked into someone’s home through dubious means, why bother pretending to be a gentleman?

Especially when consent has already been obtained from the other party.

Thus, as the brazenly shameless Jiang Chen, he decisively reached out, without an ounce of remorse.

On the thirty-third floor of the Hengsheng Group, amidst shock and delight.

In the pitch-black darkness, he’d already seen her body.

Of course.

Last time, circumstances were dire, and it had been mere stripping. This time didn’t require such recklessness.

It seemed Fujiwara Li Ji had sensed his movement, and her voice suddenly broke the silence.

"Mr. Jiang, do you think Li Ji is a frivolous woman?"

The question was quite redundant.

What if she were frivolous?

One frivolous, one shameless—what a perfect match.

"No one will ever know."

Jiang Chen summarized in one sentence, which sounded slightly shameless but carried undeniable logic.

A little exposure—what does it matter?

On a beach, by a pool, compared to those various bikini-clad beauties, it was hardly worth mentioning.

Fujiwara Li Ji fell silent.

Amid the sounds of summer insects and the moonlight spilling down, a feather-light sash was untied.

Though of different nationalities, it was undeniable—this distinguished foreign lady was someone with great principles, abiding by her word. Since she’d agreed, she remained motionless, allowing the man behind her to undo her clothing. Because she had her back to him, her expression was unseen.

The sash was untied with ease but still hung at her waist. Whether her mind was truly tranquil was unclear, but at least Jiang Chen’s demeanor remained calm. His fingers were exceptionally steady, without the faintest tremble, as he undid the waist tie and proceeded to the next step—slowly lifting her wide, flowing robe.

A fleeting glance from last time, coupled with the dim environment, this time was undoubtedly much richer in detail.

The fabric of the bustier clung tightly to her snow-white back; Jiang Chen paid it no heed, instead letting his gaze drift further downward.

Her waist was slender enough to hold with one hand, exuding a supple charm. Most notably, the skin at her lower back was smooth, soft, and spotless—without any superfluous marks.

Jiang Chen frowned slightly.

Could it be that his judgment truly was mistaken?

Could there actually be two people in the world who resembled each other so closely?

Just as he involuntarily reached out, poised to stroke her back, "Whoosh"—the robe was hastily pulled back, concealing the exquisitely crafted figure.

"Mr. Jiang, are you satisfied now?"

Fujiwara Li Ji, still facing away, clutched her robe tightly, her voice quiet and haunting.

Jiang Chen said nothing.

"Mr. Jiang, I suppose you won’t hold a grudge against Li Ji anymore, will you?"

Indeed.

The prank involving the eerie setup was certainly wrong.

Yet you’ve received your compensation.

You’ve seen her body—and now twice.

"Perhaps I mistook you for someone else."

Jiang Chen spoke, seemingly attempting to dismiss what he had done tonight with such a nonchalant remark.

Fujiwara Li Ji retied her sash. "It seems this has truly been an intriguing misunderstanding."

She appeared unwilling to dwell on the matter.

"There’s one more thing I’d like to ask Miss Fujiwara."

Jiang Chen lifted his gaze, moving it away from her now-covered lower back. Since she wasn’t pursuing the issue, he didn’t seem ready to let it go either.

"Miss Fujiwara, what is your connection to Hengsheng Group? Why were you on the thirty-third floor?"

If she truly wasn’t Koda Kaoru, then she wasn’t a spy.

But regardless of whether she was a spy, at least one thing could be confirmed—she was no ally of his.

"If Mr. Jiang can be here, why can’t I be here?"

Fujiwara Li Ji remained seated with her back to him, refraining from turning around—perhaps unwilling to let Jiang Chen read her expression.

Or perhaps.

It was because she’d recently undressed, and now felt too shy to face him.

"Miss Fujiwara, I hope you’ll provide a reasonable explanation, otherwise I might have to call the police."

"Pfft."

Fujiwara Li Ji trembled slightly, her delicate shoulders shaking as she covered her seductive lips, "Mr. Jiang, you’re just too amusing."

Indeed.

He wasn’t exactly an ordinary civilian.

And yet he threw around threats of calling the police as if it were nothing.

Moreover.

Even if the authorities got involved...

Given the current circumstances, who exactly would the police arrest?

Jiang Chen appeared oblivious to his comedic tone, his voice steady as he said, "Miss Fujiwara, I now have reason to suspect that you’re connected to the illegal fundraising and embezzlement case involving the Hengsheng Group’s upper management. I hope you’ll take this seriously."

The captivating laughter abruptly ceased.

"Mr. Jiang, don’t try to scare me. Everything I’ve done since coming to Shenzhou has strictly adhered to your country’s rules without overstepping. As for why I was on the thirty-third floor of Hengsheng Group..."

"It’s quite simple."

Fujiwara Li Ji chuckled, her laughter crisp, "It’s because I’m friends with the head of the Hengsheng Dance Troupe."

Jiang Chen’s lips twitched slightly.

"Miss Fujiwara, it seems you’re even more amusing than me. With your identity, you’re saying you’re friends with the head of the Hengsheng Dance Troupe?"

"Mr. Jiang, are people in your country categorized so rigidly? Must there be distinctions of class and rank? In Dongying, everyone is equal."

"Is that so?"

Staring at the upright, alluring silhouette, Jiang Chen replied calmly, "But I once knew a Dongying woman named Akagi Yoshiko. She had no sense of self-worth, existing in this cold world as nothing more than a tool to be manipulated. To escape such control, she chose only one path—suicide, plunging from a great height."

Jiang Chen paused briefly.

His voice, from beginning to end, bore no emotion.