bookbashuk Chapter 1803 You scumbag!!
Chapter 1803 You scumbag!!
Jiang Cheng had been waiting for these words, and a smile returned to his eyes.
He picked up his teacup and downed a cup of tea with Jiang Xin.
"Okay, based on what you said, don't worry, what's yours will still be yours. I'm a fair person and not greedy."
Jiang Xin was aware of this as well.
He also knew about the mining company that Jiang Cheng, Wang Cong, and Qin Fen had jointly developed.
Jiang Cheng did not take advantage of his status to claim the lion's share, and believed that cooperating with him would not result in a situation where he would be completely cut off.
The atmosphere eased a bit, and Jiang Cheng seemed to suddenly remember something.
He then changed the subject, bringing it back to a lighter topic: "By the way, you heard what I said about the original universe the other day, right?"
Jiang Xin was taken aback and didn't keep up with his pace, but nodded subconsciously.
"I know, it's all about setting up Xu Zhi..." He stopped mid-sentence, then, seeing Jiang Cheng staring at him with a deathly gaze, he immediately slapped his own mouth. "I've made a slip of the tongue. I'll punish myself with a cup of tea instead of wine for now, and next time I'll drink three cups as punishment."
After saying that, he picked up the teacup and gulped it down.
Jiang Cheng wasn't really angry. He waved his hand and said, "If you have some spare money, you might as well invest some. This wave of profits is faster and more stable than guarding rare earth mines."
Jiang Xin's heart stirred, and she looked up at Jiang Cheng, wanting to ask something, but saw that the other party had already picked up his teacup.
He closed his eyes and slowly sipped his tea, clearly indicating that he was unwilling to say anything more.
He had no choice but to swallow his words, but he knew perfectly well what was going on in his mind.
Jiang Cheng was extending an olive branch, but also reminding him.
Whether to cooperate or not, the future of the Jiang family rests entirely on his decision.
"Thank you, Brother Cheng."
Upon hearing this, Jiang Cheng leaned over and gently patted the back of his hand, the warmth of his fingertips seeping through the thin fabric.
With a touch of nonchalant certainty.
"We've known each other for a while now, so don't be nervous. Whether this deal goes through or not, it won't affect our friendship."
As he spoke, he glanced at Jiang Xin's taut shoulders, a half-smile playing on his lips.
His tone carried the composure typical of someone in a superior position: "Relax, there's no need to be so formal when you're having dinner with me."
Upon hearing this, Jiang Xin's fingertips paused almost imperceptibly.
He then loosened his grip on the cup, and his back and waist gradually relaxed.
He looked up and met Jiang Cheng's gaze, the forced restraint on his face fading away.
Instead, there is the composed demeanor of a family heir.
He raised his teacup again, offering a toast to Jiang Cheng, his tone neither humble nor arrogant: "Brother Cheng's words are frank. I was too tense just now. I'll punish myself with a cup."
The warm tea soothed my throat, calming the last ripples in my heart.
He knew perfectly well that Jiang Cheng was offering a way out while also making his stance clear.
If it succeeds, it's a win-win situation; if it fails, it won't necessarily lead to a complete breakdown in relations.
This sense of propriety is truly befitting of his status.
...The two chatted casually about the current situation for a few more minutes, and after several rounds of tea, the lunch was finally over.
At the restaurant entrance, Jiang Cheng and Jiang Xin shook hands, exchanged a few polite words, and then parted ways.
When I got into the car, it was just a few days after the Qingming Festival in Beijing, and the sun was shining brightly.
The wind carried the scent of sun-baked asphalt, and the newly sprouted sycamore leaves along the roadside rustled in the breeze.
"Wang Sheng, let's go back to our place." Jiang Cheng leaned back in his chair, his fingertips unconsciously stroking his phone case.
A hint of weariness from the dinner party still lingered in his eyes.
Jiang Cheng now understood why his father always looked exhausted when he came home from social engagements.
It's not that I'm not eating or drinking well, but I'm just mentally exhausted.
The car quickly moved forward and merged into the traffic.
Just two intersections later, the road ahead was completely jammed.
The car could only move forward at a snail's pace, pausing intermittently.
Jiang Cheng sighed silently. As expected of Kyoto's traffic.
Exhausted, I reached out and rolled down the car window.
Feeling stuffy, Jiang Cheng rolled down the car window. The wind, carrying the aroma of street food stalls, blew in, which dispelled some of his weariness.
Just as Jiang Cheng was looking at the street scene, Wang Sheng's voice came over: "Young Master Jiang, doesn't that look like... Miss Qiu?"
Jiang Cheng looked up and saw Qiu Yihe standing at the entrance of the courthouse.
She was wearing a simple white T-shirt and a denim jacket, and carrying a canvas bag.
He was standing on tiptoe, peering into the intersection, his brows furrowed slightly, clearly getting impatient.
After a slight smile, she gestured for Wang Sheng to slowly pull the car over.
Clearly, Qiu Yihe recognized Jiang Cheng's car as soon as she saw it moving towards her.
After lowering the car window, Jiang Cheng saw Qiu Yihe turn her face away from him and said with a teasing smile.
"Hey beautiful, who are you waiting for?"
Upon hearing this, Qiu Yihe quickly glanced at Jiang Cheng.
He deliberately raised his voice and let out a cold snort.
He seemed to have no intention of paying any attention to Jiang Cheng.
Seeing her puffed up in anger, Jiang Cheng instantly perked up again.
With his elbow resting on the car window, he said slowly, "Hey beautiful, don't be so aloof, let's add each other on WeChat..."
Hearing Jiang Cheng deliberately mention the word "prestige," she couldn't help but feel a bit angry and itchy.
But unfortunately, I can't hit him, but I can scold him.
After feeling frustrated for a long time, I could only feel a little discouraged in the end.
She sulked and glared at Jiang Cheng.
"Young Master Jiang, could you please be a little more old-fashioned with your flirting techniques?"
"Old-fashioned is always the most practical." Jiang Cheng smiled, his gaze sweeping over her furrowed brows. "Why are you just standing here? Waiting for a ride? Or should I give you a ride?"
Hearing this, Qiu Yihe turned to look at Jiang Cheng, her heart filled with conflict.
She didn't drive today so she could walk around the neighborhood more easily, but she didn't expect that she wouldn't be able to get a taxi to go back.
I waited for almost half an hour, and I kept refreshing the ride-hailing app but no one accepted my order. My legs were getting sore from standing.
But when he thought about their past interactions, he couldn't bring himself to agree.
Just then, a taxi finally slowly turned around, its "for hire" light on.
Upon seeing this, Qiu Yihe's eyes lit up, and her previously conflicted expression vanished instantly.
He immediately raised his hand and replied firmly, "No need, Young Master Jiang, you should go chat with someone else. I'll take a taxi home myself."
As she spoke, she quickly walked to the side of the road, waving for a taxi as she went.
Just as I took two steps, an older woman carrying a shopping basket suddenly darted out from the side.
He opened the car door first, muttering to himself.
"Hey, Auntie, I was first."
"Excuse me, miss, my grandson is waiting for me to go back and cook!"
After saying that, the woman ignored Qiu Yihe's expression and pried open Qiu Yihe's hand that was resting on the car door.
The car door slammed shut with a bang.
The taxi sped away, leaving Qiu Yihe frozen in place.
Looking at the rear of the car, he was so angry that his cheeks puffed up, and he couldn't help but stomp his foot hard.
Jiang Cheng, who was in the car, saw the whole scene and couldn't help but burst out laughing.
Although angry, Qiu Yihe, believing that one has to bow one's head when under someone's roof, walked back to Jiang Cheng's car.
"This old lady is really speechless..." This sentence, seemingly a complaint, was actually a way for her to save face after rejecting Jiang Cheng earlier.
Although Jiang Cheng understood Qiu Yihe's meaning, he deliberately did not respond.
He shook his head at Qiu Yihe, looking helpless, and said, "Alright then, since you don't need me to see you off, I'll be going now."
"you..."
She knew Jiang Cheng said that on purpose.
Isn't he just waiting for me to give in to him?
But it was clearly him who had forgotten about him.
And this wasn't something he'd forgotten for just a day or two.
If I hadn't shown up, he probably would have forgotten that I was even there.
Jiang Cheng seemed to have seen through her thoughts.
He added slowly, "You know I'm a good man. I don't like forcing women. I'm leaving now..."
After saying that, Jiang Cheng sat back in the car, rolled up the window, turned to Wang Sheng, nodded, and said decisively, "Let's go."
As the car window slowly rose, Qiu Yihe's lips, which had been clenched, suddenly parted slightly.
The inner voice of Qiu was in turmoil.
She wanted to call out to him, but her pitiful pride wouldn't allow her to open her mouth.
Wang Sheng was completely bewildered and subconsciously glanced out the car window at Qiu Yihe, who was still struggling with her decision.
He glanced at his boss again, then hesitated and didn't move.
"Young Master Jiang..."
"Come on, what are you standing there for?" Jiang Cheng urged.
Seeing that Jiang Cheng was serious, Wang Sheng finally realized what was happening, stepped on the gas, and the car sped away instantly.
Watching the car's taillights recede into the distance, Qiu Yihe finally couldn't hold back any longer.
She stomped her foot and yelled at the car in a fit of anger, "Hey! Jiang Cheng, you scumbag!!!"