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Chapter 616: Jin Se no reason has fifty strings

Chapter 616: Jin Se no reason has fifty strings

"Miss Shi, Director Shi, I have things to take care of too; I can’t possibly stay in the Capital City all the time..."

"Has the affection faded?"

"..."

Jiang Chen was suddenly at a loss for words.

Grandma.

Those are your parents, not mine, right?

"My dad just woke up; now is the perfect time for you to make a good impression. Opportunities like this are once in a lifetime, do you understand?"

The Miss Shi on the other end of the phone was earnestly advising, gently leading by example.

Impression?

Impression of what?

Jiang Chen had grown accustomed to the other party’s nonsensical talk, "I’ve arrived, talk to you later."

"Wait a minute..."

The bus stopped.

Jiang Chen had already hung up the phone.

Stepping off the bus, he hesitated for a moment but didn’t go through the motions of buying any gifts for the visit; it wasn’t necessary to put on a facade, the Shi Family didn’t need these gestures.

"301 Hospital," officially known as the General Hospital of the Military Region, enjoyed a leading position in medical standards within Capital City, a place teeming with big names and top doctors, shrouded with an air of dignity and mystery in the minds of the common people.

No.

I must leave quickly, I can’t continue to stay in Capital City.

Jiang Chen entered the hospital, having made up his mind.

"Ding Dong."

A message alert sounded.

"Don’t be so resentful; this is called casting a long line to catch a big fish. If you can cheer up my dad, everything will be ours in the future."

What nonsense is this.

But after this woman took control of Jin Hai, she really did change quite a bit, see, she has started learning how to brainwash people.

"I am me, you are you, there’s no ’us.’ And I’m visiting your dad simply out of righteousness, with no ulterior motives, OK?"

Jiang Chen replied on his phone while heading towards the wards.

"OK, I’m the narrow-minded one, alright? I know you’re the best to me."

A combination of brainwashing and bewitching soup.

But Jiang Chen was not buying it.

"I’ve talked with your dad; he can understand you. You don’t need to ask others to display your filial piety. If you truly care about your dad, you should handle your affairs properly and then come back yourself. That is the true filial duty of a child."

After a grueling counter-education session, Jiang Chen didn’t wait for a reply from the other side and put away his phone.

In front of the ward building.

Just as he stepped onto the stairs, a woman wearing a duckbill cap came out of the building and brushed past him.

Jiang Chen climbed a few steps, then suddenly stopped.

"Miss, wait a minute."

He paused in the middle of the stairs and turned around.

The woman who had walked down the steps stopped.

Jiang Chen turned around, frowning slightly.

"Miss, have we met somewhere before?"

A very cliché pick-up line.

The woman with a simple ponytail adjusted her cap and turned around.

Jiang Chen’s pupils tightened, hesitating, "In the Parc des Princes in Paris, wasn’t it you, Miss..."

"We meet again."

The woman smiled serenely.

Indeed!

Jiang Chen walked down the steps, his expression solemn, "Thank you for saving my life last time."

In Paris, if it hadn’t been for her intervention, both he and Pei Yunxi would have likely faced death on the spot.

"We’re compatriots; it’s only right. Anyone in the same situation would not stand idly by."

The woman’s temperament matched hers, serene and easygoing, treating the lifesaving grace with a light touch.

Looking at her tender and elegant face, Jiang Chen found himself at a loss for words for a moment.

"Cao Jinse."

The woman, clad in jeans, white sneakers, and a T-shirt, extended her hand.

"Jiang Chen."

Jiang Chen was momentarily startled, then quickly responded.

In the ward.

In front of a corridor window ledge.

Two women witnessed the entire scene.

"I didn’t expect him to know Miss Cao."

Meng Meiling murmured as if talking to herself.

"Do you really plan to choose him as your son-in-law?"

The woman beside her looked down at the first floor, standing next to the matriarch of Jin Hai without being overshadowed, even her presence felt somewhat more commanding.

"The decision is no longer in my hands."

"That’s not like you."

Meng Meiling shook her head, softly saying, "You’ll understand once you’re a mother."

The woman was silent.

Meng Meiling suddenly tilted her head slightly, her lips moved, but in the end, she restrained herself.

An utterly fantastical thought suddenly emerged in her mind.

Being a mother is the destiny of all women.

But this one, will there ever be such a day?

Downstairs.

Jiang Chen had already let go of the hand, a brief touch, exceedingly gentlemanly, even though the touch of that delicate hand felt good, soft and cool.

"Don’t dwell on the Paris incident, consider it a returned favor," said the poetically named woman with a smile, though her words left Jiang Chen somewhat puzzled.

But she did not seem inclined to explain, adjusting her cap.

"Goodbye."

A heroine-like woman indeed.

After saying that, she turned and walked away, not giving Jiang Chen another chance to speak, as carefree as she had been in the Parc des Princes, gradually fading into the distance.

Jiang Chen stood in place, a swell of emotions within him.

The guqin has no reason for its fifty strings.

Each string, each bridge recollects the splendor of youthful years.

This was clearly another extraordinary woman.

Watching the figure disappear, he exhaled softly and turned back to walk into the building.

"Uncle Shi."

"Little Jiang."

Even if it wasn’t earth-shattering, the change in Shi Zhenhua’s attitude towards him was visibly genuine, a smile both open and sincere, devoid of any pretense.

Yet, Jiang Chen felt an immense pressure.

"Where’s Aunt Meng?"

Meng Meiling was not in the ward.

"She went out; didn’t you run into her?"

Jiang Chen shook his head; at the same time, he remembered the Miss Cao he had just encountered downstairs.

His lips parted as if to ask, but in the end, he held back.