Max Level Metaphysician: A Debt Repayment Journey…? -
Chapter 234: The Ancestor is Online and in Pain
Chapter 234: Chapter 234: The Ancestor is Online and in Pain
Jiangli and Fu Shiyan entered one after the other; the waiter who had shown them the way was a bit puzzled as to why the group had suddenly gone out.
But professional conduct compelled him not to ask too many questions.
Seeing Fu Shiyan and Jiangli enter, he led everyone to the reserved private room.
"Xia Xin, let me tell you, this is a top-tier private room, normally not open to the public. It’s only because my third brother came today; otherwise, we wouldn’t have been able to get in,"
Wen Zishu slung his arm around Xia Xin’s neck, flaunting their bond like good brothers.
"Moreover, you probably don’t know this, but I heard that in the past, this place used to be the Prince Residence, incredibly large in size. A couple of years ago, someone wanted to buy it. They even discussed a price and offered 1.1 billion, but my third brother didn’t sell."
Wen Zishu didn’t forget to butter up.
"My third brother isn’t short of money, and besides, owning this mansion is a symbol of status; only a fool would sell it."
Xia Xin: "..."
As Wen Zishu went on, Jiangli’s facial expression grew darker by the word.
Xia Xin was almost ready to kneel down before Wen Zishu.
Bro...
Are you trying to trap me or something?
"Does the Abbot feel unwell?" Fu Shiyan walked beside Jiangli, and seeing her face black as the bottom of a pot, he asked with concern.
Jiangli gave a forced smile, "It’s nothing."
Fu Shiyan paused for a second and pulled out a chair, "Then let’s take our seats—"
Before he finished speaking, Fu Shiyan saw Jiangli lift her leg and walk away.
She headed to the spot furthest away from the chair he had pulled out and sat down.
Fu Shiyan: "..."
"Let’s, uh, start eating, shall we? I’m starving!"
Xia Xin saw this and hurriedly interrupted Wen Zishu, frantically giving him eye signals.
Wen Zishu, clueless, touched his own eye, "Little Master, are your eyes uncomfortable?"
Xia Xin: "..."
In TV shows, a glance is all it takes for others to get the hint.
Why does nobody understand when it comes to him?
Xia Xin, with a numb expression, gave up the struggle, "Let’s just sit down."
Having said that, he left Wen Zishu behind and ran off.
Jiangli sat in her seat, her demeanor as cold as frost, almost freezing the room.
It was then that Wen Zishu finally realized that something was amiss.
Shang Junxiao, seeing Jiangli seated, wanted to follow her.
However, as soon as he pulled out a chair, he felt as if the hand of fate had grabbed him by the back of his neck.
Fu Shiyan pulled Shang Junxiao away without the slightest sense of awkwardness, and elegantly took a seat beside Jiangli.
Shang Junxiao looked at Fu Shiyan with indignation and resentment.
Fu Shiyan appeared oblivious, his gaze fixed only on Jiangli.
Jiangli, however, did not even glance at him, irritably poking at the tablecloth in front of her.
Shang Junxiao, fuming but not daring to speak out, had no choice but to take another seat.
Xia Xin, witnessing this, did not dare to breathe too loudly. He quietly pulled out a chair, hoping to sit down unnoticed.
But as soon as he moved, Jiangli’s gaze snapped towards him.
Xia Xin immediately froze, as if struck by a paralysis spell.
"Abbot..." Wen Zishu said, sensing the tension, "What’s going on?"
Jiangli smiled faintly, "It’s nothing."
She turned to Fu Shiyan with a smile in her eyes, "How much is this mansion worth now?"
Fu Shiyan was unclear about the purpose of Jiangli’s question. He looked up, glancing at Xia Xin seated on the other side of Jiangli.
Xia Xin kept a poker face, not daring to utter a word.
Fu Shiyan could only say, "Indeed, a couple of years ago, someone offered 1.1 billion."
"1.1 billion—" Jiangli’s eye twitched slightly as she slowly turned to face Xia Xin, her smile forced, "That’s quite expensive, isn’t it?"
Xia Xin managed to squeeze out a grin as if he were on the brink of demise, "It, it’s certainly not cheap, ha..."
Jiangli nodded with a smile.
A chill went down Xia Xin’s spine, and only one thought crossed his mind: this is the end of me.
"No, what’s going on with you guys?" Shang Junxiao, seated across from Fu Shiyan, could no longer hold back upon seeing them still in a deadlock, the atmosphere clearly off, and he had to ask.
Jiangli glanced at Xia Xin and said cheerfully, "What problem? There’s no problem."
Coward Xia Xin tried to laugh it off casually, "Right, right, no problem... "
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