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Chapter 384 - 352 I failed to send you flowers when you were eighteen

Chapter 384: 352 I failed to send you flowers when you were eighteen

"Ah, if only I had gone with you yesterday."

Bulgari Hotel.

Luxury suite.

Fu Zili was regretting not having met Jiang Chen’s wealthy and beautiful girlfriend.

"There are plenty of opportunities, and today is not too late."

Although he drank quite a bit yesterday, it was just beer, so there were no aftereffects; a good night’s sleep cleared it all up.

"No can do, I’ve got things to do today."

Fu Zili shook his head.

Fang Qing looked at him and laughed, "Didn’t you say you were going to come to East Sea to see him? How come you’re avoiding him now that you’re here?"

Fu Zili chuckled dumbfoundedly.

"When have I ever avoided anything? Drifting in the currents of life, I’m not in control. Besides, I’m beholden to those who provide me with a living..."

As if to prove his point, his phone rang at that moment.

Pulling out his ringing smartphone, Fu Zili gave Fang Qing a helpless look and stood up to take the call by the floor-to-ceiling window.

"See, I wasn’t lying, was I?"

A few minutes later, he walked back.

"I’d also like to visit East University. As you know, my biggest regret in life is that I never went to university, sigh."

"What you have now is better than what most university graduates have."

Fang Qing took off her slippers, curled up her legs, and lazily leaned on the sofa.

"To tell you the truth, if I could do it all over again, I would study hard. Even if I couldn’t compare to you guys and get into a top university, getting into a second-tier one would be good enough."

"Why don’t I believe you?"

Fu Zili laughed, "It’s from the bottom of my heart. When I gave up on school, I too thought studying was useless and that going to university didn’t necessarily mean getting a good job. And if you got a job, you were just working for someone else. Now, I realize that I was just too young and too naive back then."

The Fu Zili of that moment, unlike the high-spirited one in Sha City, was clearly different.

"Why so profound all of a sudden?"

Fang Qing rested her arm on the sofa, propping up her head, "Is work not going too well?"

"No."

Fu Zili smiled, "Just causing a little stir. Don’t tell Jiang Chen, or that guy will laugh at me."

Fang Qing smiled.

"When is Jiang Chen coming over?"

Fu Zili asked.

"I don’t know. He has a girlfriend, so I should know my place, right?"

Fu Zili immediately burst into laughter.

"You two."

He sighed.

"Alright, then I will take my leave first; my boss is waiting for me."

Fang Qing nodded.

As Fu Zili pushed himself up from his knees and stood up, he took a few steps, then paused.

"Tonight, I’ll see if I can get away early. If I can, let’s get Jiang Chen and his girlfriend together, and I’ll treat."

"We’ll follow Fu laoban’s arrangement."

Fu Zili chuckled to himself.

"I’m off."

Fang Qing was someone who could easily stay in. A few books could keep her occupied in the hotel for a whole day without any issues. In this restless age, the ability to stay calm and composed is a rare and valuable trait indeed.

Jiang Chen arrived later than he had the day before, not until around noon. He guessed that Fang Qing, who got drunk yesterday, needed a bit more rest, but when he entered the room, he saw the television was on.

Cartoons.

Peppa Pig.

"How old are you?"

He couldn’t help but tease.

Fang Qing ignored him and slumped back onto the sofa.

"Where’s Shu Rui?"

"She’s only a junior, not as free as I am."

One by one, they all seemed to intentionally avoid certain topics.

Fang Qing didn’t say much more and continued to watch the pigs on the television, utterly content.

"What about Fu Zili? Busy again?"

Jiang Chen sat down next to her.

"Mhm, he said he’ll see if he’s free tonight. If he is, he’ll host you and Shu Rui."

"Fu laoban is too kind."

Fang Qing didn’t speak further, focusing intently on Peppa Pig, quite engrossed.

Normally, Jiang Chen was not one to get restless quickly, but he seemed to lack patience compared to his childhood friend. After watching a couple of episodes with her, he couldn’t stand it any longer.

"Are you planning to spend the whole day in the room watching this?"

"Is there a problem with that?"

Fang Qing didn’t even turn her head.

Suddenly.

There was a "click" sound.

The screen went black.

"What are you doing?"

Fang Qing, puzzled, finally turned around.

Jiang Chen stood his ground like a proper host, "You don’t come to East Sea often; you’ll have plenty of time for these pigs when you go back."

Fang Qing couldn’t help but smile.

"Should I change clothes?"

Jiang Chen asked.

Fang Qing seemed resigned, "No need."

For most girls, picking makeup and clothes for going out would take at least an hour as a baseline, but she was an exception.

Of course.

Perhaps she was too familiar with Jiang Chen to bother with dressing up.

"Then let’s go."

Jiang Chen was also straightforward.

The Fang Qing who got up from the sofa just straightened her clothes and put on her shoes before leaving with Jiang Chen.

"Where to?"

She finally asked as they got in the car.

"Are you worried I’ll sell you off? Even if I did, someone has to be willing to buy you," he jibed.

Fang Qing was completely immune to his teasing, getting angry at him was simply futile.

As a savvy sycophant, Jiang Chen should have a decent understanding of women, especially one he’d known since they were naked infants.

Outsiders coming to East Sea dream of its high-end luxury and bustling cityscape, but Fang Qing was different.

Jiang Chen knew that she probably wouldn’t be interested in places like upscale shopping malls or skyscrapers.

So he drove her to the City God Temple.

It too was a famous landmark of East Sea, but here the atmosphere bustled and buzzed with the essence of life.

Visitors were shoulder to shoulder.

The buildings on either side were antique and charming.

Every so often, you’d see women in traditional Hanfu clothes, and there were quite a few foreigners too.

The temple was not only a temple; it had long been developed into a scenic area with snack shops, restaurants, and craft stores... everything one could imagine.

"Want to try it out?"

Jiang Chen glanced at the two girls passing by, dressed in traditional Han dresses with flowing waist sashes.

"If you wore this kind of dress, you’d definitely look good."

Fang Qing was well aware of his ulterior motives and didn’t take the bait, pretending she hadn’t heard a thing.

Having skipped lunch, the two of them simply tasted the various street foods in the scenic area.

However, girls’ appetites are ultimately limited, and at the famous Boning Soup Dumpling restaurant, Fang Qing naturally transferred the remaining two dumplings from her bowl into Jiang Chen’s.

"I can’t finish them."

"Are you trying to stuff me to death?"

"Wasting food is shameful. Do you know how many years we’ve had enough food to eat?"

"Alright, stop there."

Jiang Chen immediately shut her up and dutifully finished off the dumplings in his bowl.

Visiting the City God Temple was naturally a must; although the neighboring Yuyuan Garden was not the top among the gardens of the Jiangnan region, the exquisite Jade Luminance was indeed worth a visit.

What Jiang Chen didn’t expect was that Fang Qing seemed to have a stronger belief in the ethereal gods and was quite devout during her prayers.

"You don’t believe in Buddhism, do you?"

As they rested at the Lake Heart Pavilion, he couldn’t help but ask.

Sitting at a window seat on the second floor, they could see the old walls of Yuyuan Garden. The tea was not expensive, roughly between 50 and 100 dollars, and although the attitude of the serving auntie was not that great, in terms of value for money, it was streets ahead of the Starbucks opposite.

With the growth of national strength, people in Shenzhou are becoming more and more confident, no longer blindly idolizing foreigners. Although there are still some who can’t stand up on their own, at least most people are beginning to change their ideas.

It’s not that easy for foreigners to come in and make a quick buck like before.

"I’ve considered becoming a nun, the kind that practices with hair, but my current level of spirituality is not there yet."

Jiang Chen was taken aback, seeing her seriousness as she drank her tea.

"You aren’t joking, right?"

Fang Qing drank her tea and remained silent.

"If you became a nun, what about Uncle Fang and the others?"

Jiang Chen spoke anxiously.

"It wouldn’t affect them. Nowadays, there are many people like that."

Fang Qing said nonchalantly.

"Those people have seen through the frivolity of the world, have experienced everything and are free of attachments. How old are you? Have you gone mad?"

Jiang Chen was urgent, "Uncle Fang and the others have worked hard to raise you, you... "

Fang Qing’s lips curved in a smile.

"I was just playing with you. Did you really take me seriously?"

Jiang Chen was stunned.

And he had been teased again.

"Nervous wreck."

He couldn’t help but laugh and scold.

"Cut back on jokes like that in the future."

"I’ve heard that even becoming a nun has educational requirements. You think you can just do it whenever you want."

"I don’t care about education. Anyway, if you really dare to do that, I’ll smash the temple you’re in and see who dares to take you in. I mean what I say," Jiang Chen said with unusual seriousness.

"Yo, when did you become so overbearing?"

Fang Qing teased.

Jiang Chen drank his tea.

"Don’t worry. If you won’t become a monk, why should I become a nun?"

Fang Qing contentedly held up her teacup.

Jiang Chen nearly choked on a sip of tea, finding it absurd and yet amusing.

As they walked out of Lake Heart Pavilion, a plump little girl ran over, around seven or eight years old, her young voice tender and struggling with a basket of flowers.

"Big brother, buy a flower for this pretty sister."

The basket was filled with red roses, freshly watered and radiant.

Stopping in front of Jiang Chen who only came up to his waist, she lifted her little face with large eyes full of hope, making it hard to refuse.

Moreover, she was blocking the path, making it impossible to walk by.

In most scenic areas, there are almost always such "flower children," targeting couples or married pairs, selling flowers to help support their families.

But this little girl seemed to have picked the wrong target this time.

Jiang Chen and Fang Qing stopped in their tracks.

Although the girl was young to be working, she was dressed in a clean, pretty dress with a round face that made her look quite adorable.

Jiang Chen squatted down to her level and didn’t outright refuse.

"Little sister, how much for one flower?"

"Twenty dollars," the girl said crisply.

"That’s too expensive. Others sell them for ten."

Fang Qing chuckled, then bent down, "Little sister, brother and I are just friends, and your flowers aren’t suitable for us."

But the little girl didn’t understand much; she just wanted to sell her flowers, hurriedly saying, "Big brother, my flowers are freshly picked, and if you buy more, I can give you a discount."

The little girl acted like a tiny adult, making Jiang Chen and Fang Qing both laugh.

Jiang Chen looked into her flower basket.

"How many flowers do you have in your basket?"

This question seemed difficult for the little girl, as she hesitated.

Jiang Chen kept his squatting posture, pulled out his wallet, and took out all the cash inside.

Not much.

Probably just a couple thousand.

But it was more than enough to buy the whole basket of roses.

"I’ll take all your flowers."

Because the little girl held the basket in her hands and her dress had no pockets, Jiang Chen placed the money in the basket and then picked one flower from it.

The girl looked at him blankly.

"The rest, you can give to other brothers and sisters, and go home early."

Jiang Chen patted her head.

"Thank you, big brother!"

Her face flushed with excitement, the little girl turned and ran off cheerily, the basket no longer seeming so heavy.

"She’s more sensible than we were at her age," Fang Qing said with a light smile.

"Here."

Jiang Chen handed over the rose.

"For me?"

Looking at the red rose in front of her, Fang Qing was slightly stunned.

"I promised to give you flowers as a graduation present when we turned eighteen, but I didn’t have the money back then. It’s not too late to make up for it now, is it?"

Fang Qing was lost for a moment.

"You still remember?"

Jiang Chen smiled with ease.

"Don’t forget, back in middle school, I was always the first to memorize the text."

Fang Qing fell silent, reached out, and took the flower.

"I’ve settled my debt to you, then."

Jiang Chen laughed cheerfully and carefree.

Fang Qing gave him a look.

"I never said you owed me anything. Don’t flatter yourself."