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Chapter 901 - 657 Why not do it if it’s fun (Thanks for the tip!!)

Chapter 901: 657 Why not do it if it’s fun (Thanks for the tip!!)

Time rewound to over an hour ago.

Vera graciously invited him to dine, glowing with triumph, seemingly having won the gambling license herself, even happier than Jiang Chen.

Jiang Chen could largely understand this sentiment.

Setting aside that the two were "strategic allies,"

Although Geng Long was dead, Song Chaoge seemed unscathed except for a slight shock when she received that half pig head.

Vera, though prioritizing the bigger picture, had not retaliated further, but likely regarded her as a thorn in her side.

As long as the winner of the gambling license wasn’t Song Chaoge, she would probably be pleased.

Just as Vera’s face lit up with a smile and she enthusiastically discussed the "distribution" of the second gambling license with him, Lao Liu walked into the dining hall, lowered his head, and whispered something into this girl’s ear.

Then Vera’s smile froze, and her gaze toward him slowly grew very strange.

Later, Jiang Chen came to know the reason.

Not to mention Vera, even he was somewhat dazed when he learned that his rumored romance with the Casino King’s daughter had been exposed.

Indeed, a woman’s face changes faster than flipping a book.

Moments ago, Vera was all smiles with him, but then she stopped eating, stood up without finishing her meal, and left, despite having clearly stated she was hosting—they didn’t even split the bill.

Thus, Jiang Chen had to pay out of his own pocket.

He wasn’t a petty person and didn’t feel hustled by Vera. After a brief consideration, he guessed what Vera might be thinking after hearing about this scandal.

Being jealous was definitely out of the question.

Up until now, his relationship with this young woman teetering on the edge of adulthood was nothing more than a "gentleman’s agreement."

Vera’s sudden change in attitude was probably because she felt he

—had luck on both sides.

Correct.

From the other party’s perspective, it was easy to misunderstand that although they were partners—no, allies—you were secretly cozying up to the He family. What else might one think?

So, Jiang Chen could understand Vera’s feelings, but only he knew how innocent he was.

Therefore, after returning to his room, without much thought, he immediately made a phone call to He Yihui to demand an explanation.

"Miss He, don’t you think you owe me an explanation?"

It wasn’t ungentlemanly.

He hadn’t accused her of acting against a man’s wishes. He was already being magnanimous, especially since she had promised to handle it properly.

But what was the result now?

Even the most composed people would find it hard to just laugh it off.

On the other end of the line, He Yihui watched her mother listen overtly to her phone conversation. With her red lips slightly parted, she just said, "I’m sorry."

Sorry?

If apologies were useful, what need would there be for police?

Moreover, by now, this scandal must have caused a storm. Could these airy two words of "apology" easily gloss it over?

"Miss He, you seemed to have promised me last time. Can you tell me what’s happening now?"

Silence on the other end.

Jiang Chen knitted his brows, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

What did this silence mean?

Was she resigning herself to defeat?

Jiang Chen quieted down too.

He was never one to curse his fate or blame others.

Since the problem had already occurred, incessant blaming and complaining wouldn’t solve anything; the only way was to find a solution.

After calmly reflecting for a while, Jiang Chen evened his tone, "Miss He, given the current situation, perhaps you might have to personally come forward and clarify things."

He didn’t know why the photo had leaked.

But based on what he knew about her, this headstrong Casino King’s daughter wasn’t a double-faced person.

In other words.

The leakage of the photo must have been unexpected to her as well.

Spilt milk cannot be retrieved.

Taking immediate measures to silence those trouble-seeking media wasn’t difficult, but it was mere damage control.

Blocking media could cover up the news but not erase the public’s memory.

Clarification was the best way out under the circumstances.

"I’m sorry."

Hearing these words again from the other end, Jiang Chen felt baffled.

He wasn’t looking for these two words.

"Miss He..."

Just as he was about to speak, he heard her on the other end saying, "You can clarify it yourself."

Me, clarify?

He seemed like the victim here, right?

Feeling that the responsibility did not lie with him, Jiang Chen almost spoke up, but He Yihui said, "I’m occupied right now."

Jiang Chen’s tone halted, not sure whether to be angry or to laugh, and after holding the phone in silence for a long while, he finally hung up.

He Yihui put down her phone.

"Mommy, you heard everything."

Indeed.

Her mother had heard it all.

From the brief dialogue between her daughter and the other party, it wasn’t hard to discern that the two weren’t in a romantic relationship.

At least not yet.

"Since you two have no relationship, why did you..."

A mother knows her daughter best.

Perhaps other daughters of prestigious and influential families might be embroiled in messy personal lives, but her daughter wasn’t so improper.

Let alone such intimate acts, even going on a date alone with a male had never happened.

The last time with Guo Anle at the movies was only due to her forced arrangement as her mother.

"Yi Hui, do you like him?"

Her mother tentatively asked.

He Yihui didn’t answer, seemingly in thought.

"..."

Sometimes, silence was an answer in itself.

Her darling daughter, in other aspects, might excel, but in matters of the heart, she was still as pure as a blank sheet.

Since she could make... such a move as to kiss a man, she definitely harbored more than ordinary feelings for him.

"Does he like you?"

Her mother asked again.

As soon as the words left her mouth, she realized she’d asked something redundant.

As expected, confronted with this question, He Yihui responded quite readily and frankly, "He doesn’t."