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Chapter 991 - 709 pulls awesome

Chapter 991: 709 pulls awesome

Jiang Chen didn’t disturb Fang Qing’s work, and after finishing a late-night meal, he got up and patted his clothes.

"Still, make sure to rest, be careful of sudden death, I just saw news about it recently, one..."

Jiang Chen was well-meaningly reminding her, but his words were cut off by a scolding.

"Not a chance of getting ivory out of a dog’s mouth!"

"Can’t recognize a good heart."

Jiang Chen sighed, then planned to leave.

"Take the garbage with you."

Fang Qing shouted.

"I bought the late-night snack, and I have to take the garbage too?"

Jiang Chen complained.

"Is it that hard? It’s just a small effort."

Really, not a bit of host’s awareness at all.

However, Jiang Chen was a broad-minded person, didn’t make a big deal out of it, as he had been bullied by this childhood friend since he was young, and deep down he was somewhat used to it.

"I’m leaving."

There wasn’t any reluctance, the meeting was abrupt, and the departure was just as unrestrained; after throwing the garbage in the bin downstairs, Jiang Chen hailed a cab to Apang Palace and spent the night there.

He slept rather peacefully.

He seemed to have had a long dream, from climbing trees with Fu Zili, Tie Jun, and Fang Qing as a child to rip their pants and get scolded by his mother, to seeing Ai Qian in the first class meeting in college, who was constantly being watched by male classmates...

That deep, immersive realism made Jiang Chen realize he was dreaming only when awoken by a knocking noise.

He opened his eyes, stared dumbfounded at the ceiling for a while, then rubbed his face and sat up.

It was already noon.

He got out of bed, walked to the door, and opened it.

"Mr. Jiang."

Standing in front of the door was Wan Wenya, the manager of Apang Palace.

"What’s the matter?"

"There’s a lady here looking for you."

Jiang Chen was surprised; someone was actually looking for him here?

"Who?"

"She didn’t say."

Jiang Chen went silent for a moment, "Ask her to wait a moment."

"Okay."

After freshening up, Jiang Chen walked out of the special rest room prepared for this major boss.

As a multifunctional restaurant, Apang Palace was bustling not only at night but also during the day.

The lady who came looking for him was seated in the rest area, and upon seeing her, Jiang Chen was taken aback.

It was Tanki Liuli.

What was she doing here? Shouldn’t she be with Lan Peizhi?

He paused where he stood, then walked over.

The solitary figure of Tanki Liuli soon spotted him too and stood up, but, as always, said nothing.

The uneasy-feeling Jiang Chen approached, stopped, and cleared his throat.

"Why did you come?"

"My sister sent me to find you."

"..."

Jiang Chen was at a loss for words.

What did that mean?

Wasn’t his task already complete?

Why did she still send someone to him?

"Where is she?"

"She said she had to go to work."

"..."

After a pause, Jiang Chen asked, "Did she send you here?"

Tanki Liuli, not wearing her Daoist robe, shook her head.

"Did you come by yourself?"

Tanki Liuli was silent.

"How did you get here?"

Jiang Chen couldn’t help but ask.

Although Apang Palace was favorably located, less than three hundred meters from the subway station, would she take the subway?

"I walked here."

Tanki Liuli answered in a light voice, but upon hearing that, Jiang Chen was stunned.

Walked here?

Keep in mind that it takes over an hour even by car from Drum Lane to Apang Palace!

Jiang Chen involuntarily lowered his gaze to her slender, well-proportioned legs enclosed in jeans.

If it were anyone else, Jiang Chen would definitely think it was a joke, but she was unlikely to lie.

Steadying his nerves, he couldn’t help but ask, "How long did you walk?"

"My sister told me to come over during ’chen’ hour."

’Chen’ hour.

Which was about seven to nine in the morning.

But what time was it now?

It was well past noon; it was already afternoon.

Jiang Chen’s eyes twitched involuntarily.

He had still underestimated her capabilities; having walked for so long, she showed no signs of fatigue, not even a drop of sweat on her forehead.

"Would you like some water?"

He felt a bit of pity, even if Lan Peizhi didn’t.

"I’ve had some already."

Indeed.

Jiang Chen caught a glimpse of a water cup on the small round table beside her.

Perhaps he had misjudged the situation before?

Which sister would be so irresponsible?

Of course, Jiang Chen wouldn’t stir up feelings between sisters, even if he disagreed with Lan Peizhi’s methods, but he didn’t say much else.

"Have you eaten anything?"

Tanki Liuli remained silent.

Just as expected.

Not to mention walking for hours, but she hadn’t eaten at all.

According to rural or mountain schedules, she’d already missed the lunch hour.

Moreover, Jiang Chen knew that this nun sister, who ’desired nothing’, still had a bit of interest in fine food.

"Are you hungry?"

Tanki Liuli quickly shook her head, "Not hungry."

But as the words fell, an ill-timed "gurgle" sound emerged.

Jiang Chen’s gaze moved downward, stopping on her flat stomach.

The normally seemingly emotionless Tanki Liuli unexpectedly blushed lightly like winter sweet blossoms, exceptionally beautiful.

Indeed.

Even the capable can’t defy nature; without food, one gets hungry, without sleep, one gets tired.

Jiang Chen, always considerate, didn’t point out her insincerity, acting as if nothing had happened, he raised his head.

"Just right, I haven’t eaten either, let’s eat something together."

Without any fanfare, Jiang Chen had a simple table arranged.

"I heard there’s a Taoist technique that allows you to fly on a sword, why didn’t you use your sword to fly here?"

Despite the long walk and although there was no sign of physical fatigue, the internal energy consumption must have been immense. Even in a state of extreme hunger, Tanki Liuli did not devour her food greedily; she even chewed slower and more deliberately than yesterday in Drum Lane.