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Chapter 882 - 645 Sadly, I arrived during a time that wasn’t spring

Chapter 882: 645 Sadly, I arrived during a time that wasn’t spring

"Is it over?"

In the moving Aston Martin, Jiang Chen unbuttoned his cuffs.

"No."

"Then doesn’t Miss He need to entertain her guests?"

"Aren’t you a guest?"

Jiang Chen smiled and said, "Sorry for causing Miss He trouble."

"Did you get it checked?"

He Yihui asked while driving.

"Checked what?"

"Many injuries can’t be seen on the surface, especially after a car accident. It’s best to get checked out."

That must count as concern.

Jiang Chen shook his head and then said, "How about I drive?"

"Why?"

"It’s not very safe to drive in high heels."

A snake-bitten once, afraid of well ropes for ten years after a car accident?

He Yihui’s lips curled up in amusement, ignoring his suggestion. She didn’t stop the car; instead, she pressed the gas pedal even harder.

"Vroom!"

Once again, they arrived at the undulating black sand beach.

The Aston Martin stopped.

Jiang Chen retracted his gaze from the window, and before he could speak, Yi Hui, dressed in a splendid gown, had already pushed the door open and stepped out.

What would the reaction of this wealthy heiress be if he shifted to the driver’s seat and drove the car away now?

Of course.

This thought just flitted through his mind; Jiang Chen, who was too dignified to do such a thing, also got out of the car.

All things considered, this was already their third time here.

"Miss He, aren’t you going back?" Jiang Chen reminded her. "You’re the birthday girl today."

"Whether I’m there or not doesn’t matter."

Jiang Chen didn’t continue this topic. Standing side by side with He Yihui, looking at the bridge towering over the sea, he teased, "Is it your twenty-fifth birthday today or your twenty-sixth?"

He Yihui turned her head. "Do you care that much?"

Facing those deep eyes, Jiang Chen intended to keep teasing her, but as the words reached his lips, he didn’t say them after all and instead wished her, "Happy birthday."

"Just a happy birthday?"

He Yihui laughed lightly. "That’s not very sincere, is it?"

Jiang Chen shrugged and sighed, reminding her, "I just escaped death."

He Yihui was unmoved. "That doesn’t have anything to do with whether you have prepared a gift, does it?"

Saying this, she raised her hand and opened her palm. "Where’s the gift?"

Jiang Chen was surprised.

To actually stretch out her hand to ask for a gift?

You are the daughter of a casino mogul, after all.

Jiang Chen chuckled in astonishment, managing to respond composedly, looking down at the Chanel high heels he had noticed much earlier.

"Wasn’t the gift already given to you?"

Saying so, he looked her up and down seriously. "Those shoes are indeed quite pretty."

"You’re good at accounting," He Yihui put down her hand. "You must do very good business."

Jiang Chen couldn’t help but laugh, touching his nose. "It’s manageable."

"That outfit you’re wearing..."

He Yihui also took notice of his clothing.

Jiang Chen looked down at himself. "Officer Guan found this for me."

His clothes had been pierced by bullets, and after being taken to the police station, Guan Hu found this outfit for him, probably belonging to some officer. It’s clearly unsuitable for a birthday party at first glance.

"Your clothes were torn from a collision?"

He Yihui asked with a smile.

Jiang Chen didn’t bite, instead looking at the surging tides and said, "Wait for me a moment."

After that, he turned and walked away.

He Yihui didn’t ask further, watching his retreating figure and then withdrew her gaze.

About ten minutes or so.

Jiang Chen came back, carrying a bag.

He Yihui looked at him curiously.

Jiang Chen said nothing, crouched down, and made a gesture with his hand.

He Yihui was puzzled.

"Stand here, to block the wind."

The priceless heiress did as she was told and shifted her position.

Jiang Chen opened the bag and took out a small box of cake and a few candles.

He Yihui’s eyes froze.

Jiang Chen, undistracted, removed the cake box, carefully placed the cake on the sand, inserted the candles, and lit them with a lighter.

He was not someone who liked to fall short of expectations, and as an inland man, how could he leave a stingy impression on his Haojiang compatriots?

"Come on, make a wish."

After everything was ready, he looked up.

Even though He Yihui was standing with her back to the sea, the wind still sifted through, causing the candles to flicker and her skirt and long hair to flutter.

She stared blankly at Jiang Chen, who was crouched in front of her.

Finally.

"Whoosh."

The fragile candlelight, after vigorous flickering, was blown out by the wind.

"Click."

Jiang Chen lit the candle again.

"Make a wish."

He urged.

He Yihui then seemed to come back to her senses, smoothed her tousled hair with her hand, and squatted down like Jiang Chen.

In her entire life, she had probably never had such a "humble" birthday.

Jiang Chen shielded the candle flame with his hand for her.

On the deserted beach, a man and a woman huddled together, a faint light shining from a candle in the night.

"Pfft."

They hadn’t chosen the spot well. Even with Jiang Chen’s protection, a sudden gust of wind once again extinguished the candle.

"Let it be, just wish like this."

"No."

He Yihui immediately said, "Relight it."

"You do it."

Jiang Chen handed her the lighter.

A true gentleman would not lack such patience, especially when dealing with a beautiful lady.

"Today is my birthday."

He Yihui looked into his eyes, and with one sentence left Jiang Chen at a loss for words.

It was only just past eight o’clock, not even nine, still a far cry from midnight.

"Click."

Jiang Chen could only relight the candle.

This time, without needing his prompting, He Yihui closed her eyes and, like a little girl, clasped her hands together in front of her chest.

Jiang Chen couldn’t help but watch her face.

One shouldn’t blame society for being unfair.