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Chapter 550 - 481 Be a Man of Honor (Thanks for the tip!)_2

Chapter 550: 481 Be a Man of Honor (Thanks for the tip!)_2

When Vera came out with the freshly cleaned shirt, the battle next door was reaching a boiling point.

"Oh, fuck, harder!"

The woman’s guttural scream sounded like someone choking her, accompanied by loud smacks.

Jiang Chen remained silent.

Vera acted as if nothing was happening, as though she were deaf, and began to blow-dry the shirt with a hairdryer.

Noticing there were others nearby, the man and woman next door did not lessen their enthusiasm. Instead, they became even louder and more intense.

"Oh!"

Following a cry of relief, everything finally fell silent.

The faint sound of conversation, then the noise of a door opening.

They must have finished and left.

Jiang Chen breathed out softly.

This mansion, belonging to Mario Cassano, as an investor of Paramount Pictures and a global movie industry mogul, couldn’t he invest in better soundproofing for his mansion?

The walls were practically paper-thin.

"That’s lame, it only lasted five minutes," Vera muttered while blow-drying the shirt.

Jiang Chen didn’t respond.

"Jiang, you must be pretty good, right?" Vera turned to ask.

Jiang Chen didn’t know what to say.

"Just by looking at your physique, I can tell you’re probably way better than those guys who are all show and no go."

Westerners tend to be more precocious, so it wasn’t surprising that this girl knew so much about men, but was this really a topic for two strangers who had just met to discuss?

"Miss Vera, we should probably go now."

"The shirt’s not dry yet."

Vera continued drying the shirt, ignoring the dryer in the room, casually chatting with Jiang Chen, "Jiang, are you married?"

"No."

"Are you a non-maritalist too?"

Jiang Chen was having trouble keeping up with her line of thinking.

Not married equals non-maritalism?

He had just graduated from college, for goodness’ sake.

"Is Miss Vera a non-maritalist?"

"Yeah, I have no interest in getting married, getting married just to get divorced, what a hassle."

"..."

Jiang Chen was once again at a loss for words.

"Marriage is a burden. Just look at these people. Sigh, why did they even get married in the first place if not for the thrill of an affair?"

Jiang Chen held back his judgment. It wasn’t his place to comment on someone else’s culture.

Vera walked over with the now-dry shirt. It dried quickly since it was just a small patch on the front, showing no trace of a wine stain.

Jiang Chen stood up, reaching to take it, but Vera playfully withdrew her hand, dodging away.

"Miss Vera..."

"Jiang, look at them; they’ve all found joy here tonight. Do you really want to leave empty-handed?"

Before Jiang Chen could react, Vera extended her hand, placed it on his chest, and pushed forcefully, toppling him onto the bed.

Jiang Chen was startled and attempted to rise, but his view was obscured by a shirt that floated to his face.

Then the bed dipped.

As Jiang Chen hurriedly removed the shirt from his face, he found Vera’s exotic face was already incredibly close.

Vera crawled onto the bed, propping herself up with her arm, leaning over the stunned Eastern man.

She licked her lips lightly, revealing a moist, rosy tongue.

"Jiang, don’t you find me beautiful?"

She was young, but her techniques of seduction were expertly honed.

Due to her kneeling position, the neckline of her dress was pulled down, deepening the enticing cleavage.

No man is a saint.

Jiang Chen was a normal man with all healthy male functions. Under these circumstances, it’s only natural to have a quickened breath, but what differentiates people is that some can control themselves.

"Miss Vera, I have a girlfriend."

This time, it was Vera who paused in shock.

Then she giggled.

"That actress outside? Jiang, you’re really adorable. So what if you have a girlfriend? Are not the married people here seeking their own pleasures too?"

As she spoke, she placed her hand on Jiang Chen’s chest, her fingers slowly moving and caressing, stirring up an unbearable tickling sensation.

"Trust me, I can definitely make you very happy." Vera’s voice was dreamy, imbued with a bewitching power that could lure one into the abyss.

This was no naïve young girl; she was a siren with deep enchantments!

Jiang Chen, still shirtless, steadied his nerves, grabbed her hand, and pushed hard.

Vera couldn’t contend with his force. Jiang Chen flipped her off him and she tumbled to the side.

Jiang Chen quickly sat up, slipping on his shirt.

Vera lay on the bed, her hair disheveled, breathing heavily, eyes filled with a sultry resentment, "Jiang, you’re really not a gentleman."

"Miss Vera, if you need an investor, you don’t have to go about it this way."

Vera was taken aback.

Jiang Chen swiftly dressed, grabbed his coat, and without lingering, left the room.

"Giggle, what an interesting man..."

Vera, "abandoned" on the bed, didn’t appear angry but instead laughed, her voluptuous peaks rippled with each chuckle.

She wasn’t lying; any man fortunate enough to have her would likely experience the utmost pleasure.

Stepping out of the room and closing the door behind him, Jiang Chen adjusted his collar, coat draped over his arm, exhaling deeply.

Thankfully, he was resolute; he had nearly fallen into temptation.

The accursed beacon of freedom.

The foul capitalism.

Jiang Chen walked briskly along the lengthy corridor, pausing as he started to descend the stairs.

"Why are you..."

He saw Pei Yunxi standing midway up the staircase, apparently about to ascend.

"Where have you been?"

Jiang Chen’s heart tightened slightly, as he coughed lightly, "My shirt accidentally got stained with wine, so I went to clean it. Are you here looking for me?"