novelraw Chapter 2268 - 1443: Consort
Chapter 2268 - 1443: Consort
When Boss Jiang arrived, he saw Wan Wenya standing at the entrance of the Apang Palace, acting as a "doorman."
Although keeping a low profile is necessary, isn’t this hiding a bit too far?
"Mr. Jiang."
"Didn’t I tell you to keep an eye on her?"
Watching Wan Wenya come forward to greet him, the usually affable Boss Jiang unleashed a scolding.
Humans aren’t plants.
Emotional fluctuations are indeed considerable.
Wan Wenya calmly explained: "The lady is still drinking."
Indeed.
Boss Jiang’s order was not to let her step out of Apang Palace.
What problem is there with him standing guard at the entrance?
She’s still in Apang Palace, unable to fly away even with wings.
Jiang Chen quickly walked inside.
Wan Wenya followed.
They passed through the fully packed middle section, and soon, Jiang Chen saw a certain foreign guest drinking leisurely.
Quite the relaxed mood.
Jiang Chen continued walking towards her.
Wan Wenya tactfully stopped.
Sensing is like Bluetooth; it needs proximity to connect. Seemingly sensing something, Fujiwara Reiki happened to turn her head, her eyes suddenly shining, and then a radiant smile bloomed, more captivating than the dazzling lights, truly breathtaking.
"Jiang Sang～"
The trust in waves is more than the feelings of longing like the sea is deep.
The shimmering, twinkling eyes showing this was no act but a true emotional revelation.
On the table.
Empty bottles, one after another.
She indeed drank quite a lot.
Thinking she’s the boss’s wife, she doesn’t need to pay, so she’s indulgent.
Boss Jiang is indeed a real man. If it were others being called like this, they’d be lost, but he was astonishingly unmoved, sitting down with a stern face and saying nothing.
Fujiwara Reiki’s gaze was like a magnet, following him.
For a man.
—The sense of accomplishment is overwhelming.
"Have you had enough?"
After setting the atmosphere, Boss Jiang finally spoke. His expression was solemn, not ugly but not exactly pleasing.
"I’m not drunk yet; I’ve got a good tolerance for alcohol."
Miss Fujiwara acted coquettishly or perhaps explained, unsure of what new trick she was playing, each "nujia" flowed naturally, without awkwardness.
"What are you doing here?"
Jiang Chen went straight to the point, not in the mood for "flirting."
Fujiwara Reiki blinked her eyes, her long lashes seductive, innocently said: "Isn’t Jiang Sang wanting to promote free trade cooperation among Korea, Japan, and Shen Zhou? I’m here for this matter."
Predictably.
This demoness never fights an unprepared battle.
Since she chose to "sneak attack," she must have come "prepared."
She is different from Shi Qianxi.
Shi Qianxi is good at being unreasonable, but she always convinces people with "reason."
Thus.
No matter how agitated Boss Jiang gets, he couldn’t find a reason to vent.
"Was it necessary for you to come personally?"
"Such a big matter, if I don’t come personally, how do I show sincerity? By coming in person, I think it increases the chances of success."
Saying this, Miss Fujiwara again seemed pitiable and fearful, saying anxiously, "...Jiang Sang, did I, make a mistake?"
What is skill level.
What is experience.
She indeed is comparable to Daji.
Definitely not inferior to a thousand-year-old fox!
Knowing she is performing, yet not a single reproachful word could be uttered.
The person tries their best to help, yet you blame them, what kind of shameless person could do such a thing?
Boss Jiang certainly wasn’t that shameless.
So, the blazing fire of anger was all stuck in his chest, facing Miss Fujiwara’s cautious eyes, he could only silently pick up the bottle on the table.
"Two more bottles."
Fujiwara Reiki immediately directed.
Perhaps to cool down physically, Jiang Chen drank two glasses in a row, anyway this sort of ice white is not much different from soft drinks, with low alcohol concentration.
"Jiang Sang seems to be in a bad mood?"
Fujiwara Reiki tentatively inquired, sitting beside him, cautious like a concubine accompanying an emperor in a feudal dynasty.
Once, when Su Daji accompanied King Zhou, she probably had the same expression.
Not an obvious question.
In the past.
When Jiang Sang saw her, he wasn’t this way.
Although they often parted and reunited, Jiang Sang wasn’t an unfeeling person.
There must be something already bothering him.
"It’s nothing."
Jiang Chen immediately denied.
He never imagined she would cross the sea at this time to come to Kyoto.
He didn’t want her to know what was happening either.
As they say, family scandals shouldn’t be publicized.
Don’t misunderstand.
It’s not that kind of understanding.
Plus, by nationality, she’s indeed an "outsider."
Considering their tangled relationship, if she found out, it’s unclear if any harm would be done, but Jiang Chen was sure, there wouldn’t be any benefit.
However, his denial was too decisive, making a normal person suspicious.
The story of "no three hundred taels of silver here" is known by all Shen Zhou people, and Miss Fujiwara, well-versed in Shen Zhou culture, certainly knows it too.
But the difference is, she is Fujiwara Reiki after all, a woman who nearly made her own brother abandon his ethics. Since the other party doesn’t want to talk, as a woman, she wisely didn’t ask.
"Does Jiang Sang miss me?"
She toasted, changing the subject.
Jiang Chen looked over, meeting those hopeful eyes.
The saying goes, a day of being a couple creates a hundred days of grace.
Not to mention more than just a day.
Yes.
Just "day," not night.
No mistake made.
To deny responsibility after the fact is something Boss Jiang’s character wouldn’t do.
"You still have time to come to Kyoto, shouldn’t you be preparing for your wedding with Prince Wataru Tetsuya?"