novelraw Chapter 293 - 282: Shattered
Chapter 293 - 282: Shattered
Jiang Baizhou smiled, his eyebrows playfully raised, and his broad hand gently brushed her flowing hair, looking at her with full affection: "Hmm, I won’t deny it, but... it seems someone else has received no less love letters than I have!"Cen Jin was speechless, suddenly caught off guard by him, she rolled her eyes at him and pushed him lightly in annoyance: "Don’t divert the topic to me! We’re talking about all your messy admirers, okay?"
"Am I wrong?"
Once again, Cen Jin was left speechless, she took a deep breath and forced a smile: "Let’s end this topic here. Anyway, you’ll handle Zhu Qinghan on your own! Move aside, I’m going to take a shower, it’s late, and I have to get up early for the studio tomorrow!"
Jiang Baizhou had a smile of subtle meaning in his eyes as he moved aside to let her pass. Watching her retreating figure once again, Jiang Baizhou chuckled quietly, picked up the nearby phone, opened the call log, and saw the unfamiliar number at the top. His thin lips tightened, showing a bit of displeasure on his face, but his fingers hovered over the number without dialing it.
After a while, possibly hearing the sound of Cen Jin heading to the bathroom, he came to his senses, his full fingertips lightly tapped, redialing the string of unfamiliar numbers. The phone rang twice before a clear and pleasant voice filled with obvious joy answered: "Hello, Baizhou?"
"I heard from my wife that you called, is there something you need?" Upon hearing Zhu Qinghan’s voice, the deep emotion and warmth in Jiang Baizhou’s eyes gradually faded, and his face slowly covered in layers of frost, including a coldness in his tone.
Zhu Qinghan was initially stunned by his cold tone, feeling a certain loss and discomfort at his reference to Nie Cenjin, but she buried that discontent in her heart and finally smiled as she spoke: "Ah, it’s like this, tonight at dinner with my uncle, he mentioned the topics for this semester’s final papers and exam questions at Nanda, and he wanted me to discuss them with you, especially for the sophomore year, as I heard from him that you have always been the main person in charge, so if you have time tomorrow, shall we meet to discuss it? If it’s inconvenient for you, I can come to you."
"Discuss the exam questions?"
"Yes, that’s right."
"Are you working in Nancheng now?"
"Uh... not really, my uncle asked me to be a consultant for psychology at Nanda the day before yesterday, so I might be around Nancheng for a while."
"Is Senior Zhu Chen also here?"
"Uh, no, isn’t he majoring in criminal psychology? J has hired him back to assist in an investigation, but he couldn’t disclose the specifics. So he might be quite busy recently, and he probably won’t be able to come to the gathering we talked about earlier." Faced with his seemingly questioning tone, Zhu Qinghan felt a bit awkward but maintained her usual style of elegance and grace, responding with a smile.
"I won’t be involved in the exams, Professor Fang has always been in charge of the paper titles. I’ll be personally calling Principal An and Professor Fang about it tomorrow." Jiang Baizhou was silent for a moment, his lips pressed lightly as he spoke indifferently.
Zhu Qinghan was a bit surprised when she heard this: "Baizhou... are you refusing to be in charge of the exams this time?"
"Yes." Jiang Bai’s answer was firm and strong, proving his stance on the matter with a single word.
"Baizhou, you wouldn’t be doing this because of me, would you...?" Zhu Qinghan tried probing cautiously, her words carrying a certain carefulness.
"That’s a misunderstanding, Senior." Jiang Baizhou calmly interrupted her: "If there’s nothing else, I’ll hang up now."
Zhu Qinghan remained motionless, holding the phone, listening to the sound of the call ending, her grip tightening, until finally, unable to hold back, she let out a cry and tossed the phone away. In an instant, a perfectly good phone shattered to pieces on the floor.
Her beautiful eyes slowly closed as she raised a hand to smooth her hair, took a deep breath to regain her composure, stood up from the sofa, walked to her desk, picked up another phone, and dialed a number: "Where are you?"
Zhu Chen on the other end sensed something amiss in her tone: "Just left J Hall, about to head back, what’s up?"
"Come out for a drink with me!"
"A drink?"
"Why? You don’t want to?"
Zhu Chen let out a helpless laugh: "Sure, see you at that bar from last time!" He said, then hesitated: "Why suddenly call me with this Irish number?"