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Chapter 347 - 326 vows of eternal love

Chapter 347: 326 vows of eternal love

"Bro, why are you so eager to return to East Sea? School hasn’t even started yet. Stay at home for a few more days, will you? I still have so many questions I want to ask you for advice on."

Time spent together is always fleeting.

On the fourth day of the New Year, after paying New Year’s visits to those he needed to, Jiang Chen packed his things, ready to return to school.

Hong Xiaoyu, who had once again bestowed upon his cousin the label of "emotional guru," was reluctant to let go.

After all, this farewell could mean not seeing each other again until a year later.

"Alright, stop wasting your energy. I don’t know how many times I’ve tried to convince your brother. He’s not like us; he’s a busy man. Plus, he has a girlfriend to accompany."

The speaker was unintentional, but the listener was intent.

Hong Xiaoyu was startled, looking at Sister Fang Qing beside him in disbelief.

"My brother’s girlfriend?"

"You didn’t know? Your brother has found a new sister-in-law, and she is quite beautiful."

How could Hong Xiaoyu not know? But the real question was, how did Sister Fang Qing know?!

"Focus on your studies in school, and remember what I told you. I will visit you in Hancheng when I have the time."

Jiang Chen finished packing his luggage, pulled up the zipper of his suitcase, and stood it upright.

Without further time to ponder how Sister Fang Qing knew, Hong Xiaoyu’s eyes brightened with surprise, "Really?"

"When have I ever lied to you?"

"Then, bro, it’s a promise."

Hong Xiaoyu quickly stepped forward and raised his right hand.

Jiang Chen smiled and, like they did when they were kids, high-fived him.

Fang Qing stood by the bedroom door, looking on with a smile,

"Beep beep beep..."

Downstairs.

The sound of a car horn came.

Fang Qing turned her head.

"It must be Fu Zili and the others."

"How did they know?"

Jiang Chen was surprised, then looked at Fang Qing, "Did you tell them?"

Fang Qing nodded.

"They consider you a friend; it isn’t right to leave without saying goodbye, don’t you think?"

"But it’s the New Year, and they need to visit relatives too. They have a lot of things to do at home; wouldn’t this be troubling them?"

"Why are you always so worried about troubling others?"

Jiang Chen gave a bitter smile and said nothing.

"Are your things ready? If so, let’s go down, so they don’t wait too long." Fang Qing said.

"Let’s go."

Jiang Chen pulled his suitcase along.

The three of them left the old house.

Before closing the door, Jiang Chen cast one last glance inside.

"Bang."

The door crack closed.

Just as the three were about to go downstairs, the door of the opposite apartment opened.

"Jiang Chen, wait a minute."

Fang Weiguo stepped out quickly, carrying a bag in his hand.

"I won’t see you off. You’re going back to East Sea, and who knows when you’ll be back next. Here are some special local products from Sha City and your favorite fish cakes; take them back to school with you."

Pan Hui also stood at the doorway, watching Jiang Chen about to leave, with a kind smile on her face, but her eyes betrayed a trace of sorrow.

"Uncle Fang..."

"Take it."

Before Jiang Chen could refuse, Fang Weiguo forcefully stuffed the bag into his hands.

"I’m a simple man without much education, so there isn’t much I can say. Just take care of yourself out there."

Fang Weiguo patted the shoulder of the young man he had watched grow up.

Even though Jiang Chen was more resolute than his peers, he couldn’t help but feel touched at this moment.

A bag of local products might not be worth much money, but holding it felt as heavy as a thousand pounds.

"Uncle, you too."

"Don’t worry, your Aunt Pan and I are still looking forward to seeing you get married and settle down."

Fang Weiguo laughed heartily and withdrew his hand.

"Go on now, don’t miss your plane."

"Dad, Mom, we’ll go ahead then."

"Go ahead."

After saying goodbye to Mr. and Mrs. Fang, the three went downstairs.

Downstairs.

The Range Rover was parked steadily, and Fu Zili, who was standing beside it, began to complain as soon as he saw them coming out, "If it weren’t for Fang Qing telling us, you would have slipped away again. Jiang Chen, that’s not very considerate of you."

"I could have just taken a taxi. There’s no need for you guys to come send me off."

"You’re leaving now, and who knows how long it will be before we see each other again. Of course, we ought to send you off."

Fu Zili said, "Or are you saying that you no longer consider me and Tie Jun your friends?"

Jiang Chen smiled wryly.

"How could that be."

"Alright, Jiang Chen just didn’t want to bother us. But between brothers, we shouldn’t worry about such inconveniences."

Tie Jun went over and took the luggage.

"I can handle it myself."

"Don’t think just because I’m limping a bit now that you can outrun me. Want to bet?"

Hearing this, Jiang Chen could only offer a helpless smile and let Tie Jun take the suitcase from his hand.

After placing the luggage in the trunk, they all got into the car.

"Jiang Chen, I know the outside world is fascinating, but when you have the time, come back and visit us old friends."

Fu Zili drove while speaking.

"President Fu, you can’t say it like that. Jiang Chen is about to graduate and will definitely be busy planning his future. He won’t have much free time, to be realistic. You should ask yourself when you’ll be able to expand your business to East Sea."

Tie Jun interjected, sitting in the passenger seat while Jiang Chen, Fang Qing, and Hong Xiaoyu sat in the back.

"Junzi, you’re right, and one day that will happen. I’m only twenty-five; I have plenty of time to strive. Maybe one day, if I really make it, I’ll expand my business to East Sea. Junzi, don’t slack off, try to grow your business, and maybe one day turn your Junzi BBQ into a brand like Haidilao, with chains all over the country. When that day comes, we Three Musketeers will meet in East Sea, and we’ll get a boat on the Pu River. With a flagon of wine, we’ll toast to the reunion. How many past events, all to be laughed off in our conversation!"

You had to admit, the scene Fu Zili described was indeed desirable, and even the still young Tie Jun felt his pulse quicken, his youthful passions seemingly bursting forth again. But then reality quickly snuffed out that spark.

"Mr. Fu, I’m sure you have a chance, but I’m afraid it’s going to be tough for me. If I can manage just to have enough to eat and wear, I’ll be content,"

he said with a laugh.

"Don’t forget the ambitions of youth to soar above the clouds, to be unrivaled in the world. Tie Jun, what’s the difference between a person without aspirations and a salted fish?"

Hong Xiaoyu’s words made everyone laugh.

"See, Junzi, even Xiao Yu understands this. Don’t you?" Fu Zili teased.

"Actually, speaking of which, Junzi, the fish in your restaurant really is quite good."

Fang Qing’s words made Tie Jun himself burst into hearty laughter.

The sorrow of parting seemed to be diluted by the laughter.

"By the way, Fang Qing, when are you leaving?"

Fu Zili looked up at the rearview mirror.

"After the seventh day of the first lunar month. The school has a lot of things to wrap up because graduation is approaching. Otherwise, I’d really like to stay at home a bit longer and have fun."

"Speaking of which, after the New Year, I might go to the Capital City to take care of some business. By then, could you be my guide?"

"Are you going to kidnap women or something?"

Fang Qing asked seriously.

Fu Zili chuckled, "Do I look like that sort of person? Everything I do is legal and above board."

"Alright then, as long as I have time, no problem."

"Junzi, why don’t you come with me when the time comes?"

Fu Zili turned his head.

"It depends. My shop needs someone to look after it."

"Your business is doing well. You should hire a few more people. Why strain yourself so much?"

Jiang Chen hadn’t said much, quietly listening to his childhood friends chat, occasionally glancing out at the streets of his hometown. This atmosphere was truly precious.

Before they knew it, the Range Rover arrived at the Sha City Airport, which had only been open for a year.

The time to part was imminent.

The cheerful atmosphere in the car suddenly became somewhat heavy.

Jiang Chen pushed the door and got out of the car.

Following him, Hong Xiaoyu helped take the luggage and bags of local specialties out of the trunk.

"Don’t work too hard."

Tie Jun embraced Jiang Chen.

"Have a smooth journey."

Fu Zili also stepped forward.

"Bro, remember what you said. Visit me in Hancheng when you have time."

After Hong Xiaoyu, only Fang Qing was left.

Fu Zili and the other two stood by with an indescribable look as they watched her.

Fang Qing didn’t speak, just looked at Jiang Chen.

In the end, it was Jiang Chen who took the initiative and raised his hand.

"Fang the beautiful, how about a hug?"

Fang Qing wasn’t timid; she walked over with a smile and lightly embraced the young man who, besides her father, might be the most familiar person in her life.

Fu Zili whistled.

Tie Jun’s smile was warm and sincere.

"You should lose some weight,"

Jiang Chen whispered in her ear, loosened his embrace, and then said loudly to Fu Zili and the others, "If you’re free, come visit East Sea. I’ll make sure you have good food and wine."

Ignoring Fang Qing’s angry glare, Jiang Chen waved his hand.

"I’m off."

He picked up the bag of local specialties, turned briskly, and headed into the airport with his suitcase.

"This kid Jiang Chen, we’re all reluctant to part, but he’s so easygoing about it,"

Fu Zili said with a mix of laughter and swearing.

"Jiang Chen really has matured,"

Tie Jun remarked and then turned his head to look at Fang Qing, who was still staring at the back of Jiang Chen.

"Qing Gege, why didn’t you ask Jiang Chen to stay a few more days?"

"Yeah, Fang Qing, if you had said something, Jiang Chen would have listened,"

Fu Zili chimed in.

"You still think it’s like when we were kids."

Fang Qing exhaled a cloud of breath.

Embarrassed at feeling a bit sad about his leaving, and here I am winding up irritated at him before he even goes.

Lose weight?

At five foot six and just 110 pounds, am I fat?!

"He has his own life now."

Tie Jun looked toward the entrance.

Jiang Chen had already gone inside.

"Qing Gege, do you remember the promise you and Jiang Chen made while drinking during our high school farewell dinner?"

A promise?

Hong Xiaoyu quickly became curious.

"That was so long ago, how could I remember that?"

Fang Qing laughed and looked away, "Let’s go back."

She turned and got into the car.

"What promise? Why don’t I know about this?"

Fu Zili wondered.

"Yeah, Tie Jun, what’s the promise about?"

Hong Xiaoyu couldn’t help but ask.

Tie Jun fell silent for a moment.

"...Your brother Jiang Chen told your sister Fang Qing, if in the future neither of them found a partner, then they would just settle for each other and get by together. I was right there and heard it all, clear as day. I even teased them for making a vows of eternal love."

Fu Zili was taken aback, and then he started laughing.

"Vows of eternal love, you really have a way with words."

"Not only sweet talk qualifies as vows of eternal love. As long as it’s heartfelt, that counts,"

Tie Jun sighed.

"But now, it seems that both of them have forgotten about it."