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Chapter 978 - 702 Enters the World_2

Chapter 978: 702 Enters the World_2

"Do you still remember me?"

Jiang Chen asked tentatively.

Tanki Liuli nodded, this time speaking a bit more, "You and your Senior Sister visited my home."

Home.

To describe that shabby Taoist temple as a home?

Jiang Chen fell silent, driving away from the Bund, he said, "Colonel Wang is on official duty, I’ll take you to meet Miss Lan."

Tanki Liuli remained silent.

"However, Miss Lan isn’t here right now, and you probably won’t be able to meet her tonight."

Jiang Chen explained, "Well then, I’ll first take you to the hotel, you rest there, and tomorrow I’ll take you over."

After all, Ai Qian was also being transferred to Capital City, it was on the way.

"Hmm."

Tanki Liuli murmured in response.

Jiang Chen glanced at her, then quieted down.

In the strange, quiet atmosphere, Jiang Chen drove to a five-star hotel.

"Do you have an ID card?"

This question was undoubtedly bizarre in contemporary society, yet Jiang Chen saw nothing wrong with it.

He originally thought that she had always lived in the mountains and might not have processed an ID card, but immediately Tanki Liuli pulled out a small card from her Daoist robe.

"Is it this?"

"..."

It seemed that the old Taoist priest, who a twenty-something-year-old colonel referred to as an immortal, had prepared thoroughly for this disciple’s descent from the mountain.

"Uh, give it to me."

Taking her ID card, Jiang Chen purposefully looked at the date on the back.

No surprises.

It was newly processed.

As he was about to enter the hotel with her, who would have known Tanki Liuli would walk to the back seat, open the door, and take out that sword, strapping it on her back again.

"..."

Jiang Chen, without saying anything, finally couldn’t help but say, "I can hold onto it for you."

Tanki Liuli didn’t speak, just fixing him with those unpolluted, pure eyes.

Jiang Chen didn’t say more.

"Let’s go in."

When checking in, Jiang Chen inevitably received strange looks, but such things were more bearable in a hotel.

In this liberal era, having a peculiar fascination wasn’t something alarming—be it a flight attendant, a teacher, a student, or even a bunny girl... these were understandable.

But a Daoist robe?

Fortunately, Jiang Chen had a strong mentality, and whether in the lobby, elevator, or corridor, he remained calm. After arriving at the room, he swiped the card and pushed open the door.

"Are you satisfied?"

After all, she was Miss Lan’s Junior Sister.

He didn’t skimp and generously booked an executive suite.

It’s just a pity that on her stunning, ethereal face, there were no ripples—it seemed the top-rated suite of the five-star hotel was no different from that dilapidated Taoist temple in her eyes.

"Rest early, I’ll come to pick you up tomorrow."

Having settled her in, Jiang Chen turned to leave, but who knew, just as he was about to close the door, Tanki Liuli followed his steps out.

He looked at her with a puzzled expression, "What is it?"

Tanki Liuli stayed silent.

"You’ll stay here tonight, and tomorrow I’ll take you to see Miss Lan."

Jiang Chen explained again.

"My Senior Sister asked me to follow you."

"..."

Faced with those clean eyes that seemed to reflect one’s soul, Jiang Chen was at a loss for words for a moment.

He opened his mouth, "Miss Lan meant for you to stay with me..."

Well.

He didn’t know how else to explain it.

"I live nearby, not far from here. You rest here tonight, and tomorrow I’ll come to pick you up."

Tanki Liuli remained silent, just watching him.

"Rest now."

Jiang Chen paused for a moment, then turned around.

No footsteps followed from behind.

He breathed a slight sigh of relief, walked out seven or eight meters, then couldn’t help but look back.

That young woman, who likely had never seen the flourishing world outside her mountain, still stood at the door of the room, carrying that sword, watching him. Her simple dark blue Daoist robe clashed starkly with the luxurious, opulent environment of the five-star hotel.

Jiang Chen’s steps faltered, and after hesitating for a while, he finally turned back.

"Come on, I’ll take you to my place."

During checkout, he couldn’t help but attract the curious glances of the front desk again.

After all, only twenty minutes had passed, which was really too quick.

Bringing the young Taoist nun who could attract attention anywhere, Jiang Chen drove back to Spring and Autumn Plaza.

The only relief was that Li Shuru had gone to school and was not at home.

It wasn’t that he felt guilty, at least it spared him the trouble of explaining.

It was their first meeting, no, actually their second, and they should have chatted to enhance their relationship. But Jiang Chen really could not find a suitable topic, so he could only lead the other person to a guest room.

"If you don’t mind, you can stay in this room."

After saying this, he deliberately waited a moment.

Tanki Liuli was silent, seeming to have no objections.

"If you need anything, you can find me in the farthest room on the left."

Still silence.

"Rest early."

Jiang Chen then exited the guest room, closed the door, and this time the other party did not follow him out.

Standing outside the door, he rubbed his cheeks, couldn’t help but smile bitterly, and then returned to the master bedroom, planning to give Pei Zhi a call.

Wang Heting had entrusted the person to him, and from what Tanki Liuli had just said, it was clear that they had communicated.

Why did they overlook his opinion as the person involved?

Jiang Chen picked up his cell phone but put it down before dialing.

Never mind.

It was just for one night.

Pei Zhi letting Wang Heting entrust the person to him was a sign of trust in him.

And besides him, there seemed no more suitable candidate.

At least he had met Tanki Liuli before.

Jiang Chen placed his phone on the bedside table, took a shower, and after coming out, lay on the bed, his thoughts inadvertently drifting back to when Pei Zhi first took him up the mountain.

Indeed.

The world is so vast.

There will always be unusual and elusive people living in places little known to others.

Ordinary people hardly meet them because their lives are already filled with minor concerns.

"Knock, knock, knock..."

As Jiang Chen was lost in thought, a knock on the door sounded.

Jiang Chen was about to get out of bed when he realized he was only in his underwear. Flustered, he quickly threw on a pajama and went to open the door.

"What’s the matter?"

"Can I take a shower here?"

"..."

Although living in the mountains, the love for cleanliness is a girl’s nature.

After a pause, Jiang Chen said, "Of course, you can."

Tanki Liuli looked at him, still wearing a Daoist robe, but at least the sword on her back had been put down.

Jiang Chen quickly caught on, "Come, I’ll show you."

She had always lived in an isolated deep mountain, most likely having never encountered modern high-tech products.

Jiang Chen led her back to her room.

"This is sensor-based, just place your hand here, and it will automatically dispense water. Press here to shower, and you can adjust the temperature here."

Jiang Chen patiently explained all the devices.

Tanki Liuli watched intently.

"Try it."

Tanki Liuli approached the basin, slowly extending her pale milky, jade-like hand.

"Whoosh."

Water gushed down.

Watching this, Jiang Chen felt strangely inside but asked calmly, "Any questions?"

"Thank you."

"..."

Jiang Chen smiled, "No worries."

"I’ll step out then."

Jiang Chen turned and left, thoughtfully closing the door behind him.

Fortunately, he was a man of integrity.

Otherwise, for some with ulterior motives, a girl naively following someone home could pose a significant risk.

What about being a Taoist nun?

A Taoist nun might be even more appealing.

Pei Zhi really trusts me, doesn’t she?

Jiang Chen walked towards the master bedroom, feeling reassured, but then he remembered the sword he had seen on the table when he had come out earlier.

Wait.

It might not be a matter of trust.

Tanki Liuli might seem naive to this bustling worldly life, but that didn’t mean she was harmless.

Those deep, sharp sword marks on the side of the waterfall were enough to prove her prowess.

What about the wooden sword?

Every child probably had a phase of obsessing over martial arts novels or movies.

Weapons are just accessories; the real master doesn’t care about the weapon in his hands—like Zhang Sanfeng, whether holding a bamboo stick or wielding the Dragon Slaying Saber, it made no difference.

With this thought, Jiang Chen’s mind cleared of any distractions, and he went back to sleep.