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Chapter 641 - 523 On and Off the Stage (Slight Chill from the Wind)_2

Chapter 641: 523 On and Off the Stage (Slight Chill from the Wind)_2

Watching the woman who had grown up and whose temperament Deng Fu couldn’t quite describe, Deng Fu hesitated to speak.

Originally, he wanted to tell her to come back and visit more often, but then he thought about her accomplishments today and held back.

"Take care of yourself, Uncle Fu,"

With a look of contentment in his eyes and a hearty laugh, Deng Fu replied, "I know, but birth, age, sickness, and death are the natural order of things. You can’t escape them, and there’s no point in trying. Seeing all of you grow up has already made me very happy."

"Better go now, or the food will get cold."

Lan Peizhi nodded, carrying the take-out liquor and dishes, and left early.

Seeing this, Jiang Chen excused himself from Tian Xue and others and followed her out.

Tian Xue watched the two leave the restaurant one after the other, a trace of sadness that she might not have noticed herself flickered in her eyes, and then she resumed chatting and drinking cheerfully with the others.

"You’ve been drinking; I should drive,"

Upon seeing Lan Peizhi about to get into the car, Jiang Chen hurriedly interjected, truly a law-abiding good citizen.

"You didn’t drink?"

With a simple retort, she left him speechless. Lan Peizhi then pulled open the car door, "Get in."

Jiang Chen got into the passenger seat.

The BMW started up and left Ah Fu Restaurant.

Lan Peizhi didn’t speak, and Jiang Chen also kept quiet.

The Lan Family were all still in the restaurant, and he had also seen the other party’s take-out, but he didn’t ask anything.

Because of his excellent memory, through the last couple of days of being driven by Tian Xue, he was already roughly aware of the route from the Lan Family’s home to the theater. However, the BMW was now heading in a clearly different direction.

Jiang Chen looked out the window silently.

"You acted well,"

Lan Peizhi broke the silence.

"It’s all thanks to Tian Xue,"

Jiang Chen was very modest, and he added, "About the plot, it was all her idea."

Lan Peizhi didn’t respond.

The car fell silent once more.

Jiang Chen turned his head.

They say that no matter how beautiful a woman is, there comes a day when one grows tired of looking at her, but this face was different, like fine wine that grows more fragrant with age.

At that moment, he really wanted to know what this woman was thinking, but a woman’s thoughts are hard to guess, let alone those of this esteemed Blood Guanyin.

I dare not look at Guanyin from now on.

Jiang Chen took a quiet breath, to avoid causing any displeasure, he averted his gaze.

"You usually talk a lot, why so silent today?"

Lan Peizhi asked unexpectedly.

"I just feel that Miss Lan might want to have some quiet time for now,"

Jiang Chen kept his eyes forward, speaking softly,

Lan Peizhi was quiet for a moment, then said, "The most foolish thing is when someone thinks they’re clever."

"I didn’t say anything,"

Jiang Chen quickly responded.

Lan Peizhi didn’t speak anymore, and after about fifteen minutes, as expected, she stopped in front of a two-story house before the sun went down.

Outside the house were two loquat trees, their canopies shading gracefully.

"Should I wait in the car?"

Jiang Chen turned to ask, showing no hint of surprise.

"Let’s both go in,"

Lan Peizhi opened the door to get out. Just as she was about to take out the take-out from the back seat, Jiang Chen beat her to it.

She glanced at Jiang Chen, said nothing, and closed the car door.

At that moment, the door was open; Shang Yongwen had returned from the theater and was arranging fishing nets in the living room. Upon seeing someone enter, he looked up unconsciously.

Then.

His expression froze.

"Why are you here?"

Almost immediately,

He forced a smile.

"You probably haven’t eaten yet, so I brought you something."

Lan Peizhi’s expression remained calm.

Following close behind, Jiang Chen stepped forward with the take-out, smiling familiarly, "It’s still hot."

"Please, sit down,"

Shang Yongwen reacted, beckoned them over hurriedly, put aside what he was holding, and enthusiastically prepared tea for the two.

Jiang Chen sat down next to Lan Peizhi, and without saying a word, remained silently observant.

"Mr. Jiang, I saw your performance today. It was quite remarkable."

"Thank you. I was always worried about screwing it up. Fortunately, I got by,"

Jiang Chen was very modest, then added, "Let’s eat before it gets cold."

Shang Yongwen nodded and without any formality, he glanced at Lan Peizhi and Jiang Chen.

"We’ve already eaten,"

Lan Peizhi said, pausing for a moment before adding, "But if you need company for drinking, we could join you for a bit."

Shang Yongwen smiled wryly and said cheerfully, "Okay then, I’ll get the glasses."

Sitting erect, Jiang Chen knew he was in a delicate situation and preferred to do nothing rather than make a mistake.

"Did you know when Aunt Zhao passed away?"

Lan Peizhi held her drink, took a sip with Shang Yongwen, and then with Jiang Chen.

It didn’t seem like they hadn’t seen each other for years; no signs of unfamiliarity were visible.

Shang Yongwen was the same.

"Ah Xiang and I handled the funeral arrangements. Don’t worry, when Aunt Zhao passed away, it was sudden; she didn’t suffer much,"

Lan Peizhi held her drink.

"What does Mr. Jiang do for work?"

Shang Yongwen turned to look at Jiang Chen.

Jiang Chen smiled calmly, "I do a bit of everything."

"Mr. Jiang must be in his twenties, right?"

Jiang Chen nodded.

"Young and promising,"

Shang Yongwen raised his glass, "Here’s to Mr. Jiang."

Jiang Chen was modest, without any hint of pride, and his conversation with Shang Yongwen was like a casual chat between friends, always careful not to pry into his and Lan Peizhi’s past.

"Excuse me, I need to use the restroom."

"Let me show you."

"No need, just tell me where it is."

"Turn left, it’s a short walk away."

After a drink, Jiang Chen stood up.

Only Lan Peizhi and Shang Yongwen were left in the hall.

"Do you plan on staying in the village permanently?"

As for Jiang Chen’s departure, Lan Peizhi appeared indifferent.