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Chapter 534 - 471, okay (thanks for the tip! Continue with the two-in-one!)_2

Chapter 534: 471, okay (thanks for the tip! Continue with the two-in-one!)_2

Pei Yunxi behaved as if nothing was amiss.

"Is it a loss?"

Jiang Chen laughed.

"Right now it’s not a loss, but who knows about the future, there’s a saying, ’Since ancient times, beauties are like great generals, never allowing the world to see their silver hair.’ No matter how beautiful you are, you will age. Plus, you’re older than me..."

He rambled on and on.

To be honest, his instinct was to tease her, to make her lose her composure and drop her aloof goddess demeanor. Any woman would be upset hearing this kind of talk, but what Jiang Chen didn’t expect was that she showed no sign of annoyance at all.

"It sounds like I’m the one who got the better deal," she said.

Upon hearing these words, it was Jiang Chen who was taken aback.

Pei Yunxi picked up her chopsticks and took a bite of rice, chewing slowly and deliberately.

The ultimate beauty is still the ultimate beauty.

Even watching her eat was a pleasure.

"That’s right, realizing it now is not too late," Jiang Chen said shamelessly, pressing his luck.

Pei Yunxi looked up at him.

That gaze.

Was quite peculiar.

It made Jiang Chen’s heart flutter, unable to fathom her thoughts.

After finishing the meal, Jiang Chen cleaned up the aftermath.

Pei Yunxi leaned back against the headboard, contentedly watching television.

The hospital room was filled with an aura of ’silence is golden.’

"I didn’t expect the French to watch such old shows," Jiang Chen said, trying to make conversation as he sat down after tidying up.

"Have you seen it?"

"Yeah, I watched it when I was in elementary school."

The TV was airing a Korean drama.

The Blue Love Story.

For Jiang Chen, this show was particularly memorable.

When he was in elementary school, it was the era when Korean Wave swept across north and south of the great rivers of Shenzhou, and Korean dramas were virtually unbeatable—even kids didn’t escape their influence.

Even a witch like Fang Qing shed quite a few tears for this drama.

You have to admit, Korea’s skill in making romance films, especially tragic love stories, is indeed unparalleled.

"The heroine has a terminal illness, the hero is unyielding until death, back then Korean dramas really stood out for this trope."

"I watched this drama with Li’er," she said.

Jiang Chen asked with a smile, "Did that girl cry?"

"No."

Pei Yunxi said softly, "She said it’s all fake, there’s no such good man in this world."

Jiang Chen couldn’t help but laugh, sighing, "That girl is sensible."

"What about you?" she asked.

"What?"

Jiang Chen didn’t catch on for a moment.

"Do you think there are such good men in the world?"

Jiang Chen turned around and saw Pei Yunxi was looking at him.

He was silent for a moment, then cleared his throat, "Of course there are, while films do have artistic embellishments, they also stem from reality, right? Haven’t you seen those news stories that are even more melodramatic than film plots—it just depends on whether or not you have the luck to meet one."

If this statement got out, there would certainly be countless men going crazy with approval.

Pei Yunxi calmed down.

Jiang Chen didn’t speak further either.

The two of them watched TV quietly.

Time passed, and Pei Yunxi occasionally glanced at Jiang Chen as if she wanted to say something, stopped herself, and then pressed her lips together, remaining silent.

Suddenly,

Jiang Chen stood up for no apparent reason.

Pei Yunxi was startled.

"Where are you going?"

"I’m going to get some hot water," Jiang Chen said, picking up the kettle.

Pei Yunxi nodded.

"Creak."

Soon after Jiang Chen left the room, Pei Yunxi quickly threw back the covers and, with difficulty, shifted her bandaged leg, trying to get out of bed.

When nature calls.

Even the most beautiful women still need to use the restroom.

As the effects of the anesthetic wore off, sweat beaded on her temple due to the pain, and Pei Yunxi, supporting herself on the bed, put on her slippers and tried to stand up unsteadily, but the door to the room was pushed open.

She froze instantly.

Fortunately, it wasn’t Jiang Chen who entered but a Caucasian nurse.

"Miss, you’re not supposed to move right now..."

"I need to use the restroom..." Pei Yunxi said somewhat awkwardly.

"Let me help you," the nurse immediately offered, coming over cautiously to support her.

About half an hour later, Jiang Chen returned to the room, supposedly after fetching water.

The nurse had even finished wiping Pei Yunxi down.

She was in no condition for a bath, so a simple wipe-down was all she could manage.

"Where’s the water you ’fetched’?" Pei Yunxi asked, noticing his empty hands.

"I forgot it in the water room, I’ll go get it," Jiang Chen said, turning to leave again.

"That’s it. They’ve already called."

Pei Yunxi stopped him.

Jiang Chen looked toward the still-playing TV.

"It’s getting late, you should rest."

"And you?"

This is Paris.

Pei Yunxi was here but couldn’t enjoy any special treatment, even the nurse just now didn’t recognize her.

The hospital room was quite ordinary; if this were in her home country, a celebrity of Pei Yunxi’s status would have long been placed in a VIP ward, but at least it was a private room.

Today, Jiang Chen didn’t have the energy to worry about these things, pondering whether to change rooms tomorrow.

Because it was a private room, there was no extra bed, not even a makeshift sofa.

"I’ll go back to the hotel to sleep,"

Jiang Chen said as if it were self-evident, "Don’t worry, there are two policemen outside. It’s very safe."

Pei Yunxi suddenly fell silent, continuing to watch TV.

"What? Not sleepy?"

"Mm."

Her voice was neither salty nor bland.

"I’m actually a bit tired."

Jiang Chen seemed fatigued as he rotated his shoulders and neck, "Then, I’ll head back to the hotel first."

Again, a "Mm."

"Well, goodnight then."

Jiang Chen turned to leave as if he had completed a mission.

"Creak."

The sound of the door opening came through.

Pei Yunxi, without glancing away, kept her eyes fixed on the TV screen.

As one of his feet had already crossed the threshold of the hospital room, Jiang Chen suddenly stopped and turned around, "You won’t be scared by yourself, will you?"

Great.

Finally, he got what he wanted.

A remote control flew straight towards him.

Having had plenty of training, Jiang Chen caught it deftly, "What are you doing?"

Pei Yunxi didn’t utter a word, turning off the television in silence, lay down without a peep, and pulled the blanket over herself.

Jiang Chen clicked his tongue in amazement.

Indeed.

The previous flawless image was nothing but a public facade.

Look at this temper.

It was much bigger than that of ordinary women.

Jiang Chen turned around, closed the door of the hospital room, and walked back in, placing the remote where it belonged, muttering to himself, "There’s nowhere for me to sleep here either. You can’t expect me to sit in a chair all night, can you?"

There was no movement from the bed.

Really angry?

"I was just joking with you. You’re a big star, surely you’re not that petty, right?"

Jiang Chen touched the blanket.

"Don’t touch me."

Something inside the blanket stirred, looking rather irritated.

Jiang Chen gave a wry smile.

This was finally like a person of flesh and blood.

The previous Pei Yunxi, even close at hand, always gave him a feeling of unreality.

Feeling the other’s aversion, he naturally didn’t bother her any further.

The only sound that followed in the hospital room was a clattering din.

Pei Yunxi carefully peeked from under the blanket, only to see that guy trying to put two chairs together, seemingly trying to make them into a bed.

The corner of her mouth couldn’t help but curve.

However, Jiang Chen just happened to turn his head and catch sight of it.

"This bed is so big, why not squeeze in together?"

He suggested without any self-awareness.

The arc of Pei Yunxi’s mouth disappeared, and then she gave a response that caught Jiang Chen off guard.

"Okay."

Jiang Chen was stunned, doubting whether he had heard wrong.

Okay, okay?

————

Dongying.

Hokkaido.

An ancient house shrouded in gloom, easily a hundred years old.

"Miss."

A man dressed as a samurai pushed open the door, bowed as he entered, and reported without looking up, "Takagi Gentarou indeed took action, but failed. The starlet from Shenzhou suffered minor injuries."

The woman’s expression remained unchanged. She took a sip of tea, gazing at the continual drizzle beneath the eaves.

"And Jiang Chen?"

"He is completely unharmed."

The woman chuckled lightly upon hearing this, her sigh cryptic and heavy with meaning, "He really is a lucky fellow."

The samurai man bowed in silence.

The woman held the teacup.

"We have already given that man, Takagi Gentarou, a chance; too bad he failed to grasp it. Now, it’s time for us to show our sincerity in this partnership."

"Yes."

The samurai’s face was expressionless, although a glimpse of cruelty flickered in his eyes as he quickly exited.

The woman sighed softly to herself, sitting alone under the eaves to enjoy the rain, her maskless face dangerous and bewitching.