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Chapter 887 - 647 I claim that autumn days surpass the beauty of spring mornings_2

Chapter 887: 647 I claim that autumn days surpass the beauty of spring mornings_2

Could Song Chao Ge stand by watching Geng Long’s corpse like this, with nothing to say?

Jiang Chen sighed softly.

He certainly knew that Lan Peizhi was probably concerned about him, but he didn’t need this kind of concern.

Why couldn’t she be like those ordinary women who took risks to help resolve a grudge, thereby being deeply moved?

Last night, he just bought a cheap little cake, and the casino queen’s daughter was...

Jiang Chen quickly cut off his drifting thoughts.

What was the use of thinking about such things?

"Mr. Jiang is still young, full of vigor; when I was young, I was the same."

In the car.

Nie Chuanxiong reminisced, "Back then, I’d dare to go and negotiate with just a knife. Now, I certainly wouldn’t have the guts."

He laughed at himself.

"People really do become more fearful as they age."

The son of a wealthy man, never slouching in his chair, calculating everything without any leaks, always putting himself in a position of absolute safety, is certainly brilliant. However, those who dare to take risks and have courage are often more admirable.

"Mr. Jiang must have anticipated all the steps, which is why he chose to do it."

"He’s not here; even if you praise him like that, he can’t hear you."

Nie Chuanxiong chuckled, "It’s not praise, but a heartfelt sentiment. Nowadays, it’s rare to come across such courageous young people."

"No matter how bold, he’s just a brash man. If Geng Long didn’t know his assassination attempt on Vila Dupont failed and that he scarcely had a chance to live, with Song Chao Ge no longer protecting him, the one sent away today might not necessarily be him."

Nie Chuanxiong turned his head, "But doesn’t Miss Lan also admire this kind of ’brash’ behavior?"

Although the tone seemed reproachful, Lan Peizhi’s face revealed no dissatisfaction whatsoever.

Nie Chuanxiong felt this way, and so did she.

People like them were destined not to like characters who calculated every little detail.

"He knew Geng Long was going to make a move, deliberately creating the opportunity for Geng Long to act. A big part of the reason must have been to personally give Miss Lan some vindication; his intentions are commendable."

Nie Chuanxiong continued.

Lan Peizhi glanced at him.

The decisive underworld boss of Haojiang immediately silenced himself as if he hadn’t said anything, pretentiously turning his head to look out the window, murmuring, "Ever since ancient times, autumn has brought loneliness; I say autumn days are better than the spring mornings ah."

Back at the hotel.

He pushed open the door.

Jiang Chen looked helpless, "Could you please not just enter my room whenever you want?"

Vera was sitting on the sofa as if she owned the place.

"What kind of attitude is that? I’ve come specifically to thank you."

Jiang Chen remained unmoved, knowing full well what she meant. He closed the door and said, "This is something I promised you. So, no need to be polite."

Vera, with her legs crossed, fidgeting with her high heels, propped up her chin, and turned to size him up, her beautiful amber eyes bright and sparkling.

"I certainly wasn’t wrong about you. A man of his word, very manly. Alright, one down, what about the other one? How do you plan to handle it?"

"..."

This girl really liked to quibble.

Sure enough, she bore a grudge against Song Chao Ge.

"Song Chao Ge can’t be touched."

Jiang Chen approached, reminding her once again.

Killing Geng Long was not a big deal; with his extensive list of crimes, killing him could even be considered doing the public a service.

But if anyone were to lay hands on Song Chao Ge, that would be a different matter.

Not to mention others.

Lan Peizhi wouldn’t allow it.

"I never said I wanted to kill him. Otherwise, he would’ve been dead already, gone even before his lapdog."

Vera said carelessly.

Jiang Chen did not doubt the truth of her words at all.

To others, it might be just talk, but this girl, despite her many flaws, seldom bragged.

Those who died terribly miles away were a clear example.

"It’s good that you think this way—impatience can ruin a big plan..."

"I don’t understand."

"..."

Jiang Chen didn’t teach her Eastern culture and straightforwardly said, "Geng Long was his black glove; with Geng Long dead, it’s like having an arm cut off."

"I’ve lost two bodyguards, and he’s only lost an arm. Do you think that’s fair?"

Jiang Chen was stumped for a moment.

Vera suddenly seemed to think of something, her meticulously made-up beautiful eyebrows twitching, "What do you say if I break his third leg, how about that?"

Jiang Chen was shocked inside.

Foreigners really are forthright.

Jiang Chen pondered, this time he didn’t try to advise considering the circumstances, instead, he nodded, "I think it’s a good idea."

For a man.

Without the third leg, it’s no different from being dead, perhaps even more miserable than a direct death.

"Then you do it."

Vera said.

"Wasn’t this your own idea? You do it yourself."

"You promised to help me get revenge."

Indeed.

This girl was not foolish at all, very clear about priorities.

Jiang Chen stopped joking around and said seriously, "Song Chaoge came to Haojiang for the He family’s gambling license. If you want to get back at him, it’s actually very simple; just let him leave empty-handed."

"Ding."

The sound of a text message rang out.

Jiang Chen instinctively pulled out his phone and opened it.

With just one glance, his expression changed drastically.

Vera curiously leaned over.

Fortunately, he reacted quickly and immediately turned off the phone screen.

"What is it? Can’t I take a look?"

At that moment, Vera was like a childish girl.

"I have something to do."

Vera seemed not to understand and remained seated on the sofa, motionless.

"You should leave first."

Jiang Chen had to say it bluntly.

"But we’re not done talking yet."

Vera didn’t want to leave.

"I’ll come to see you later."

"What are you going to do..."

Seeing that Vera still hadn’t moved, Jiang Chen stood up, directly pulled her up, and led her out.

He pushed her out the door.

"Bang."

The door closed.

"Thud, thud, thud..."

Annoyed knocking came from outside.

Jiang Chen ignored it, walked back into his room, and immediately took out his phone.

"Miss He, what does this mean?"

That’s right.

The text message he just received was from He Yihui.

There was no text, just a picture.

It was the "intimate photo" of him and He Yihui on the beach last night!

To be precise, it was an image of He Yihui taking liberties with him.

Was it a setup by the other party last night?

This guess inevitably popped into Jiang Chen’s mind.

Such incidents were not unheard of, commonly known as honey traps, which many business magnates had fallen for.

But for the daughter of a gambling king to take the field herself seemed overly generous.

"Someone took our picture last night."

He Yihui’s voice was calm, and her response seemed as good as pointless.

With the photo already out, what else could it be if not them being photographed?

The key was, who took it?

"Who took it?"

Jiang Chen immediately asked.

If this photo got out, it would inevitably cause a huge stir. Given He Yihui’s special identity, it might even become national news.

Jiang Chen had never expected to keep hiding his true identity forever, but he also didn’t want to be exposed to the public in this way.

"A journalist on an assignment."

A journalist on an assignment?

So it wasn’t a setup by the other party?

After calming down a bit, and with his not-so-deep understanding of the gambling king’s daughter, Jiang Chen realized that he might have been too malicious in his assumptions.

She probably wasn’t that scheming.

Of course, this didn’t mean that the gambling king’s daughter lacked cunning; a child raised in such a family environment couldn’t possibly be naive and carefree, but she also wouldn’t stoop to such a low tactic.

"The photo hasn’t been published, has it?"

"No, it was intercepted, and the journalist has been found. I just wanted to let you know."

Inform me?

If the problem was solved, why bother to inform him?

However, relieved that it wasn’t exposed, Jiang Chen said, "Miss He, please make sure this matter is handled well. I don’t want to be caught up in the media. I believe Miss He wouldn’t want to be misunderstood either."

Misunderstood?

Was it really a misunderstanding?

He Yihui didn’t speak.

The atmosphere quieted down.

"...Is there anything else?"

Jiang Chen asked.

"No."

"Okay."

Okay.

She really just let out an "okay."

Then Jiang Chen hung up the phone.

On the other end.

He Yihui put down the phone, looked down at the scene below where her mom was playing with the dog, and let out a deep sigh.