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Chapter 819: To encounter does not mean we have necessarily met before

Chapter 819: To encounter does not mean we have necessarily met before

Sure.

It was just a fleeting encounter.

Jiang Chen didn’t pay much attention, but within an hour, he discovered that his connection with the other party was not just that.

While waiting for a seat at a tea restaurant on Luo Xi Street, on the crowded first floor, he unexpectedly saw the girl again.

"What a coincidence."

Jiang Chen was surprised but not uncomfortable, and he approached with a smile.

The woman dining alone lifted her head, saw Jiang Chen, and seemed not at all surprised as she calmly said, "It’s not really a coincidence. Haojiang is not that big."

...

Jiang Chen was at a loss for words.

Although that was the truth, wasn’t it a bit blunt?

Of course, it wasn’t the other party’s intention to embarrass him, and she quickly asked, "Are you waiting for a seat?"

Jiang Chen nodded and looked around. "I didn’t expect this place to be so busy."

Not only were both the upstairs and downstairs completely full, but all the chairs outside for waiting were also occupied.

"This tea restaurant is an old brand and has been around for thirty years. You should’ve made a reservation in advance."

"I’m here for the first time; how would I know?"

Jiang Chen gave a wry smile, not wanting to disturb her meal anymore: "You go on eating, I’ll go line up."

He turned to leave with the waiting card in hand.

A voice called out.

"Let’s share a table."

Jiang Chen quickly stopped, turned around, and agreed readily.

"Thanks."

As a grown man, there wasn’t anything to be embarrassed about.

Moreover, honestly waiting in line would probably take at least an hour.

He returned the waiting card to the waiter and pulled out a chair to sit opposite her.

The square table was more than enough for two people.

"The pork chop bun is a specialty here; you might want to try it," the young woman suggested, sipping her porridge.

"Is it this one?"

Jiang Chen looked at the item on her plate, which looked a lot like a hamburger.

The woman nodded.

This thing looked much like a hamburger but was much bigger. He wondered how a girl, who looked to weigh no more than a hundred pounds, could have such a big appetite.

Of course, Jiang Chen would never say such a rude thing out loud. He accepted her suggestion and ordered one for himself, adding a crab leg noodle as well.

Sitting this close, Jiang Chen noticed that the girl was even prettier than he had imagined; her features were particularly distinct, carrying a European and American vibe that inlanders didn’t have—a high-class kind of beautiful, to put it plainly.

"Are you mixed-race?"

Jiang Chen asked.

It wasn’t out of line.

She neither confirmed nor denied, offering no response.

Jiang Chen didn’t mind; it was polite enough for her to share a table with him. They were only strangers who had met once; they wouldn’t chat too much.

No further attempts to start a conversation, Jiang Chen watched her eat.

She was slim yet had a huge appetite, having ordered four or five different dishes, likely a food enthusiast.

And she ate gracefully, even when biting into the pork chop bun, which gave off a pleasant view—clear signs of good upbringing instilled from childhood, a habit that couldn’t be polished over a short time.

"Your order will be here soon; no need to keep watching me."

Seeing Jiang Chen continuously staring at her, the young woman spoke up.

What did she mean by that?

Did she think he wanted to share her food?

Jiang Chen couldn’t help but laugh and then averted his gaze.

Though the restaurant was busy, their efficiency wasn’t compromised. In less than ten minutes, they served Jiang Chen’s order.

Jiang Chen then no longer needed to look around. He picked up the chopsticks and tasted the crab leg noodles.

To be honest, it wasn’t particularly delicious, certainly not matching its popularity, but that’s how business is sometimes.

Often, taste isn’t the crucial factor; many famous eateries actually have nothing remarkable about their flavor.

Not disappointed, since Jiang Chen wasn’t a picky person, at least it wasn’t inedible.

Before he even finished his bowl of noodles, the girl had already devoured the surprisingly large pork chop bun.

"Are you full? Do you want this?"

Treat others as they treat you.

She let him sit, so it was only right to offer something in return.

Plus, he didn’t have a big appetite, and after having a bowl of noodles, Jiang Chen didn’t think he had enough stomach space to tackle such a big pork chop bun.

"No, thanks."

The woman declined Jiang Chen’s offer as expected; she probably had eaten her fill, and there were still some snacks left on her plate.

"If you’re not eating it, I will."

Jiang Chen didn’t insist.

Seeing that she didn’t pay him any mind, he grabbed the pork chop bun, took a bite, and quickly commended, "It’s indeed good."

Specialty is all about distinction.

This pork chop bun definitely tastes much better than that bowl of noodles.

"This store only sells three hundred pork chop buns a day, and once they’re sold out, that’s it."

The young woman said, her attitude toward Jiang Chen neither cold nor warm, maintaining basic polite standards.

"Is that so? I really should thank you for letting me share the table; otherwise, I probably wouldn’t have gotten to try it."

"There is more than just this place for great food in Haojiang, and actually, the restaurants on this street are quite good."

Jiang Chen chuckled, "With so many restaurants, I’m afraid I won’t be able to try them all. I didn’t come to Haojiang just to eat."

"Is it for gambling?"

The young woman asked.

Men come to Haojiang, probably with gambling as their main agenda.

Jiang Chen shook his head with a smile, "I’m not really interested in gambling."

As strangers who had just met, the young woman didn’t inquire further but merely commented, "Gambling is not very good. Instead of giving your money to the casinos, it’s better to spend it elsewhere, even donating it would be more meaningful."

Jiang Chen was surprised.

Gambling is a pillar industry in Haojiang. Without the profits brought by the gambling industry, where would Haojiang’s splendor be today?

Regardless of the industry’s many drawbacks and how many people it has harmed, it indeed brought significant benefits to the people of Haojiang.

As a local, she logically shouldn’t make such remarks.

Could it be that this girl had lost money?

Or perhaps a family member or friend was harmed by gambling?

Of course.

Regardless, her comments were purely out of goodwill.

"Thank you."

Jiang Chen sincerely said.

After all, he finished the pork chop bun, not letting it go to waste.

"I’ll be leaving first,"

he said.

The woman nodded.

Jiang Chen got up and left with ease, without even asking the other person’s name.

Why need familiarity when strangers meet?

After leaving the tea restaurant, there probably wouldn’t be another chance to meet.

"Check please."

After finishing everything she ordered, the woman finally picked up a napkin and wiped her mouth.

"Miss, your table has already been paid for."

"Paid?"

"Yes, that gentleman who shared the table with you, he settled the bill."

The woman looked across the table, nodded, and didn’t say anything more.

Perhaps because she had indeed eaten quite a lot, she took a sip of water, sat for a while longer, and then picked up her camera and walked out of the tea restaurant.

Jiang Chen was nowhere to be seen.

The woman walked along Rossi Street and had just reached the end when she saw two Mercedes S600s standing still.

Several men in black suits and shoes, with a stern demeanor, were standing around the cars. Upon seeing the young woman, they immediately approached.

There was no scene like in a crime movie; these tough-looking men stopped in front of her and bowed simultaneously.

"Miss."

The young woman of mixed heritage frowned slightly, "I’ve told you, don’t follow me."

"Miss, please come back with me."

One of the tough men said seriously.

"Since when do you get to decide my schedule?"

With just a slight narrowing of her eyes, she exuded a commanding aura, completely different from the girl who had been taking photos at Moon Well just a short while ago.

"The subordinate doesn’t dare."

The tough man lowered his head, "It’s a command from madam. It’s a critical period now, miss, please come back with me immediately."

"What if I don’t go back?"

"Miss, please don’t make it difficult for us."

Seeing the men in front of her, bowing down yet unwavering, the young woman pursed her lips and was silent for a while.

"Step aside."

The men, evidently not of a gentle disposition, then cleared the way and took the camera from her hands.

The man guarding the car door opened it.

The young woman stepped into the car.

The rest of the tough men quickly followed and got into the cars.

The two imposing Maybachs started up.

Through the semi-transparent car windows.

The young woman closed her eyes, wondering about something, her noble, beautiful profile expressionless yet radiating an elegance that ordinary people could never match.