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Chapter 1383 - 941 Happy cooperation (Happy New Year!) _2

Chapter 1383: 941 Happy cooperation (Happy New Year!) _2

She didn’t know precisely what happened.

But a Luo Han, a Hanlong Group, could single-handedly cover the heavens in Zhongjiang.

Someone able to make Luo Han die inexplicably, to what extent must their power be?

People have never been equal.

"It hasn’t made any impact, but it does on her."

Jiang Chen said softly, "If she knew the truth and wanted to avenge her father, she might give up her entire life for it, just like you."

Yu Hui’s expression remained unchanged, but she couldn’t help but clench her jaw.

Indeed.

Ever since she met Luo Han,

Her life had already been ruined.

"So, I will absolutely not let Yao Yao repeat the same mistakes. She will never know the truth."

Jiang Chen chuckled lightly, "Now, you are her world. But she will eventually grow up one day."

"When that time comes, she will understand just the way this world is. Her father deserved his fate, doomed to a bad end, only a matter of time."

If someone unaware of the whole picture heard such words, they would surely find this woman so callously venomous.

So, never hastily judge without understanding the full picture.

"Dead as a doused light, I told you, Luo Han didn’t die at my hands, no need to deliberately say this in front of me."

Yu Hui scrutinized this man, whose image didn’t match her suspicions at all; apparently without any foundation, yet still determinedly and firmly said, "I just want Yao Yao to be safe."

"You’re safe here," Jiang Chen remarked lightly, even with a smile on his face, as he patted at mosquitoes in the meantime.

The space was too vast for a tiny mosquito coil. Its effect was indeed limited.

"How long do you need to stay?"

Yu Hui slightly gripped her hands.

She could endure a lifetime of coarse meals and tea—it didn’t matter—but the child was different.

Her life had just begun; she couldn’t spend it isolated in this Taoist temple.

"No one has restricted your freedom." After a while, Jiang Chen said, "You can leave whenever you want."

Then.

He added, "But I suggest you stay as long as possible."

Of course, Yu Hui understood the kindness in this.

At the same time.

She became more certain of the other party’s stance.

A slogan: Misfortune will not reach wives and children.

Having known Luo Han for so long, she certainly understood some people could do anything.

"You’re different from people like Luo Han."

Jiang Chen laughed, "Is that a compliment?"

Perhaps having finally been affected, Yu Hui’s lips slightly curled upwards; she didn’t respond, seeming to let him interpret.

Jiang Chen glanced at the open room door.

"Go rest, don’t let the mosquitoes in."

"Thank you."

Leaving behind a thank you of uncertain reason, Yu Hui returned to her room, entering the house, turned to look at Jiang Chen, and then closed the door.

Jiang Chen exhaled and swatted at a few troublesome mosquitoes, gazing up at the night.

What is Tao?

Everyone has a different understanding.

The master hopes their disciple is joyful, a mother hopes her child is safe, and he.

—Perhaps just pursuing a clear conscience.

People have three urgencies.

Following this, Jiang Chen also went to the restroom.

When he returned, he was caught off guard.

Under the tranquil moonlight, a silhouette quietly stood by his recliner; at midnight in the deep mountains, it was indeed a bit frightening.

"Using the bathroom?"

As he approached, Jiang Chen asked.

"Mosquitoes here have a large appetite."

Taoist nun sister spoke concisely, possibly having been down the mountain too long, just returned feeling a bit unfit, like Jiang Chen, a bit insomnia.

"No problem, Host Yu just gave me a mosquito coil."

Jiang Chen said offhandedly and kindly even said, "You can go."

But it wasn’t due to a pressing need.

"You can sleep in my room."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Chen was caught unprepared, then felt deeply gratified.

Inarticulate but always affectionate.

His effort over such a long time wasn’t in vain.

"Then what about you?"

"I don’t need sleep."

With her Taoist proficiency, though not reaching the level of no need for grains, staying up one night was certainly not problematic.

Yet, as a gentleman, how could he commit such a classless act, especially in a place like this; tomorrow morning, how would the old taoist perceive him?

"No, women shouldn’t stay up at night; you might think it’s nothing right now because you’re young, but when you reach Host Yu’s age, you’ll understand the harm of staying up."

If Yu Hui were still around, she would certainly retract her earlier evaluation,

Jiang Chen sat back in the recliner, nonchalantly waved his hand, "Go sleep."

Whether it’s because Cao returned home, Tanki Liuli seemed a bit different; on the mountain, she would have surely left, but now she remained unmoved.

Jiang Chen didn’t urge her, looking towards the Taoist temple’s main gate.

Truly, the skilled dare greatly indeed.

The doors weren’t even closed.

Though here in the mountains, even ghosts are probably nowhere to be seen.

"I’ll leave at dawn, won’t bid farewell to the old taoist, inform him for me."

Indeed, couldn’t stay.

Not even a place to sleep.

"You can stay as many days as you want, call me anytime, and I’ll come to pick you up."

A forcibly twisted melon is never sweet.

If the person really doesn’t want to continue following him, ultimately can’t force it.

Actually, Jiang Chen didn’t have much hope.

He has always been a pessimistic optimist, seeing things positively but always preparing for the worst.

When sending her back to the mountain, he also made plans for saying goodbye.

Hence.

Now it was goodbye indeed.

"Hmm."

Her economy with words, Jiang Chen was long accustomed to it; he wasn’t sentimental, didn’t indulge in a lengthy dialogue, intended to send her to sleep but accidentally heard.

"What about my salary?"

Jiang Chen paused, then raised his head.

Truly like a goddess descending, the other person’s face bathed in sacred light.

This image discussing money evoked a sense of unreal absurdity in Jiang Chen.

"What?"

He asked in astonishment.

"My salary."

Tanki Liuli repeated.

What of immortals?

The gods in the Heavenly Court also receive incense stipends.

Jiang Chen involuntarily twitched the corner of his mouth, wanting to laugh but couldn’t.

Indeed.

Though throughout this time, he hadn’t troubled her, the assassination he encountered was resolved alone, yet like insurance, not using it doesn’t mean not paying it.

"Didn’t I buy your master some wine? Very expensive, two jars for ten thousand yuan."

Businessman indeed an adept businessman.

Ge Langtai came, would kneel to learn.

Tanki Liuli didn’t speak, but Jiang Chen could understand her gaze.

Regarding money, she probably doesn’t have a very defined concept, but she could clearly perceive the weight of two jars of wine.

Does such a long time merely amount to two jars of wine?

Even a chauffeur might exceed this price.

Thankfully Tanki Liuli was mild-tempered; otherwise, to a more hot-tempered female knight, might be wielding a sword ready to cut.

"You can’t spend money here, why do you want it?"

Jiang Chen inquired, suddenly felt aware, glanced at the room from which he had just been driven.

The old immortal there was probably still invoking thunder.

"Your master asked you to?"

Nearly certain now.

With her kind heart, how could she think of such a thing?

Jiang Chen’s corner of the eye twitched, but didn’t feel abrupt, as with dinner and where he’d had some psychological preparation.

Such down-to-earth high sages.

"How much do you want?"

He asked with restrained laughter.

Tanki Liuli didn’t speak.

Obviously.

She had no idea.

"Alright, when dawn arrives and I descend the mountain, will visit the tavern below, and later all of the old Taoist’s wine will be on me, how’s that?"

Tanki Liuli lightly deliberated, unclear what her head could decipher, then nodded.

"Pleasant cooperation."

Jiang Chen sat on the recliner, extended his hand.

For nearly inseparable companionship with him, Tanki Liuli watched his face, gradually raised her hand.

Under the mountain moonlight.

Two palms joined.

"Mommy, where’s big brother?"

Children generally wake up early.

But the little girl checked around the Taoist temple, verifying that the big brother she saw sitting in the courtyard yesterday was gone.

"Big brother has work, so he left."

Yu Hui stroked her daughter’s head.

Standing beside the filial apprentice and the old Taoist, relieved that the wine issue was resolved, observed the recliner returned to its original spot, satisfiedly stroking his beard.

"A courteous lad."