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Chapter 883 - 645 Sadly, I arrived when spring wasn’t there_2

Chapter 883: 645 Sadly, I arrived when spring wasn’t there_2

Even the heavens were the same,

granting her an enviable family background and an exceptional appearance.

With a flutter of her butterfly-like lashes, He Yihui opened her eyes.

Jiang Chen had already shifted his gaze away,

"Sigh."

He Yihui blew out the candles, and a pleasant fragrance even reached Jiang Chen’s face.

"What did you wish for?"

"World peace."

"That wish might be a tough one to fulfill, but I support you."

Jiang Chen played along with the joke, then heartily said, "Eat up, don’t be shy."

He Yihui didn’t stand on formality either, after all, when it comes to birthdays, the birthday star is the most important.

No need to even cut it, the cake was just the size of a palm, probably bought from some roadside convenience store. He Yihui picked up a plastic knife, cut a small piece, popped it into her mouth, and then her brow furrowed.

"What’s wrong?"

Jiang Chen asked.

"Where did you buy this?"

"The same place."

"Is it expired? It tastes a bit off. Try it."

He Yihui picked up the cake, wanting to hand it to Jiang Chen.

But Jiang Chen wasn’t that foolish.

Knowing it was spoiled and still tasting it, he might have had an accident, but his brain wasn’t damaged.

"Just throw it away if it’s spoiled..."

Before he could finish, a dark shadow flew toward him.

"Smack."

The cake hit him squarely in the face.

"Giggle giggle giggle..."

Her laughter chimed like silver bells, infectiously joyful.

Jiang Chen wiped his face, caught between laughter and tears.

Was this the same girl he had met at the Moon Well?

Indeed.

Women have many faces.

"Acting like a child at nearly thirty."

He sighed wearily, but considering she was the birthday girl, he didn’t make a big deal out of it.

"Aren’t you the same?"

"I’m only twenty-three."

Jiang Chen emphasized.

The smile on He Yihui’s face suddenly froze.

"How come you weren’t killed in that accident."

Indeed.

A woman is still a woman.

In this respect, their tolerance isn’t much different.

Jiang Chen shook his hands and stood up, heading towards the sea, not to drown his sorrows, but to wash his face.

He Yihui, not at all like a sophisticated lady, also stood up. Her flowing hair and proud silhouette, her lavish and luxurious dress looking out of place in the setting, yet strikingly beautiful.

By the black sand beach.

A cultural program journalist, there to capture the scenery, was captivated by the scene and sneakily shifted the camera.

The desire to look beautiful, everyone possesses it.

People are the most beautiful scenery.

After washing his face with sea water, Jiang Chen shook off his hands, stood up, and looked out at the sea under the night sky, slowly exhaling.

"Why does Geng Long want to kill you?"

A voice came from behind.

"Miss He, being too curious isn’t always a good thing."

"If you were nicer, perhaps you wouldn’t have so many enemies."

Jiang Chen smiled wryly, turning around, "Please, if it weren’t for celebrating your birthday, none of this would have happened."

"Shifting blame isn’t something a man should do."

Jiang Chen was simultaneously amused and frustrated.

He Yihui stopped three steps away, this time not approaching the sea as she had done the first time.

Even now, she didn’t really understand this man who was younger than her, nor had she tried to investigate.

But judging a man’s status often only requires looking at his adversaries.

"Aren’t you afraid at all?"

"What’s the use in being afraid? Can fear prevent certain things from happening?"

Jiang Chen replied with a smile.

He Yihui was silent.

"Has Haojiang always been this dangerous?" Jiang Chen joked.

"No. It’s always been pretty peaceful before."

Jiang Chen smiled, then sighed, "People speak of Luoyang’s glorious flowers, yet I arrived after the spring had passed."

"Do you regret it?"

"Regret what?"

Jiang Chen was puzzled.

"If you hadn’t come to Haojiang, you wouldn’t have encountered these problems."

Jiang Chen fell silent for a moment, then shook his head, "I never regret anything, everything is predestined."

Indeed.

The word "regret" was never found in the dictionary of his life.

Considering the issue was pointless, and he wouldn’t think about it.

Like with Ai Qian.

Even if it ended up being a futile effort, a dream gone awry, given the choice again, he wouldn’t change a thing.

Every experience, bitter or sweet, is still an experience.

It’s the mix that gives life its texture.

"It’s fate," murmured He Yihui.

"Let’s go."

Jiang Chen turned and walked towards the distant Aston Martin.

As they passed by each other, He Yihui suddenly reached out and grabbed his wrist.

Jiang Chen was taken aback.

You see, men and women were not supposed to touch each other so casually.

Though feudal times were long gone, her action could still be considered inappropriate.

"Thank you."

Thank you?

For what?

For risking his life to attend her birthday?

Or because he prepared a simple birthday cake for her just earlier?

Before Jiang Chen could react, a fragrant breeze swept over.

And then.

A warm and soft sensation touched his cheek.

Jiang Chen was struck as if by lightning, and he froze in place.

On the beach, the reporter holding the camera shifted his gaze away from the lens and clicked his tongue, envious of the man’s good fortune with the ladies.

If he could have such a beautiful girlfriend, he would wake up laughing in his dreams.

As if nothing out of the ordinary had happened, He Yihui gave Jiang Chen a peck and then drew back, also letting go of his hand.

"Let’s go."

She seemed so nonchalant as if it were merely basic courtesy.

Jiang Chen didn’t move; his brain had truly malfunctioned.

They had only met a handful of times—could it really have come to this?

Even if the social atmosphere in Haojiang was more liberal than in the inland, a casino heiress like her shouldn’t be this... casual, right?

Watching the woman who had already turned and walked away, Jiang Chen felt an urge to shout "indecent assault."

By now, legal provisions had seemingly become more humanized. Even against the will of men, such acts were considered an offense.

"Are you coming or not?"

Seeing him motionless, He Yihui stopped and turned back.

Jiang Chen, like a fool, just stood there, staring at her blankly.

Even though he maintained an outward calm, inside, He Yihui couldn’t help but feel a twinge of embarrassment and irritation.

She ignored Jiang Chen and walked straight to the Aston Martin, then pulled open the door to get in.

"Vroom."

The Aston Martin started up and drove away from the beach from Jiang Chen’s line of sight.

He stood there motionless, the entire time the Aston Martin was out of sight.

He couldn’t figure it out.

Really, he couldn’t.

Why would she do that?

Could it be that his charm was so potent that, without doing anything, he had won the fancy of a casino magnate’s daughter?

If that were the case, why then, despite his earnestness, had he been unable to woo Lan Peizhi?

Even though Jiang Chen’s worldly experience had grown by leaps and bounds, some things simply defied logic.

There’s a saying:

You can try to force the flowers to bloom, but they won’t; yet the willow trees might sprout new branches when you least expect them to.

Before Jiang Chen could come to his senses, the thrilling sound of engines roared back to life, drawing closer and closer.

The Aston Martin that had disappeared returned to his line of sight, driving up to him.

"Get in."

The window rolled down.

He Yihui was keeping a straight face, seemingly trying to appear composed.

Jiang Chen’s lips moved, but in the end, he said nothing, opened the door, and got inside.

Far away.

The reporter who was capturing the scene watched the Aston Martin come back and leave again, green with envy.

The car was very quiet.

No one spoke, and there was no music playing.

Jiang Chen didn’t know what he was thinking.

If a man stays quiet, the woman surely won’t start talking.

Thankfully, the journey wasn’t long, and the awkward silence didn’t last.

The Aston Martin pulled up outside the Mandarin Oriental.

At this time, silence wouldn’t do; it was best to act as if nothing had happened.

Perhaps it was just a gesture of courtesy.

So he also politely said, "Care for a cup of coffee upstairs?"

He Yihui’s lips twitched, as though she was struggling to hold back laughter.

"No need."

"Drive safely," said Jiang Chen as he pushed open the car door.

"Wait a moment."

Again, those words.

Jiang Chen paused, his heartbeat slowing for a beat. When he turned his head, he saw a packet of tissues being passed to him.

"Wipe your face."

"Thanks."

Jiang Chen took it, quickly stepped out of the car, and walked into the hotel without looking back.

Inside the car.

He Yihui held the steering wheel, watching his hurried steps through the window, and finally couldn’t help but chuckle, feeling her cheeks grow warm.

Then.

The Aston Martin started up again and drove away.

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