Jiang Chen: [Silly smile]

The other side: [Eye roll]

Knowing he was clever, Yi Yi changed the topic, "Big sister heard that recently there seems to be some issues in Kyoto. No other meaning, just a bit worried about your safety, little brother."

Jiang Chen typed politely: "Thank you for the concern, Sister Yi Yi. I’m back in the East Sea."

"You’ve already left?"

The other side was surprised, "You ran really fast."

"Doesn’t Sister Yi Yi need to look after kids?"

"There are still a lot of people at home."

Jiang Chen’s polite hint didn’t make her stop, instead, it made her more interested, "How about a video call? Typing is too tiring."

Sister.

It’s nighttime now.

And you are at home.

Do you really think of him as a little brother?

But do your family think the same way?

Jiang Chen was worried a video invite might pop up at any moment, and if it did, it wouldn’t matter, but he was more worried a man’s face might pop up, which would be awkward.

So he immediately typed: "It’s not convenient now."

"Why not?"

"My girlfriend is here."

Jiang Chen told the truth, not knowing that the person wouldn’t mind at all, "No problem, just the right time to meet her."

True.

Only thieves would have a guilty conscience.

"She’s showering."

"Oh, I see."

Finally.

This older sister was still considerate.

"Then I won’t disturb you two. Don’t work too hard tonight, young man, take care of your health."

Jiang Chen typed, initially wanting to say something polite, but deleted it after typing, tossed his phone on the bed, and continued drying his hair.

Over twenty minutes later.

The bathroom door opened.

Li Shuru walked out, wearing a slip dress, with a shimmering texture, revealing her fair, slender shoulders, and exquisite collarbones. The dress color suited her aura, cold yet charming.

Her sister said purple was very tasteful.

Though from an ordinary family, Li Shuru always had an exceptional sense of style, a natural gift.

"Help me with my legs."

Li Shuru sat at the edge of the bed, naturally handing lotion to Jiang Chen, then lifted her leg onto the bed. Being an old couple, there was no need for shyness.

Jiang Chen opened the lotion, directly applying it by hand.

Women, such unique beings, are indeed different from men. God was incredibly meticulous during their design; you can’t even see their pores.

"Do your feet need it too?"

While applying lotion to her legs, Jiang Chen asked, sticking to being an exemplary boyfriend at home, regardless of outside matters.

"Sure."

Not only did he apply lotion, but Jiang Chen also began massaging. In ancient times, women’s feet weren’t to be touched by men other than their husbands for a reason.

There’s even a saying that feet are a woman’s second face.

Li Shuru’s feet were quite beautiful, clean, smooth, without nail polish, with translucent toes exuding a kind of indescribable allure, making one tempted to put them in their mouth and suck.

While massaging and applying, Jiang Chen inexplicably began to laugh.

"What’s up?"

"If I were a masseuse and you came to get a foot massage from me, I wouldn’t charge you."

Jiang Chen said earnestly.

"Not charge me?"

"Shouldn’t you be paying me instead?"

Jiang Chen immediately put on a righteous look, "Li Shuru, you shouldn’t be too conceited."

Then, his expression relaxed, still feeling the wonderful sensation of her feet, he asked with a smile, "Why don’t you wear Valentino or Balenciaga anymore?"

The memories returned to the rental apartment outside East University.

It was in that apartment.

Changing into Balenciaga and Valentino made the then inexperienced Jiang Chen experience the burning desire for the first time.

But in the end, overwhelmed with desire, he tried to take advantage but found she was on her period.

Obviously, Li Shuru also remembered that day, without pretending to be shy, she smiled too.

"Each pair of stockings costs thousands; don’t you think that’s expensive?"

"Expensive? I don’t think so."

Jiang Chen was serious, making his current foot and leg rubbing actions seem not even the least bit indecent.

"Are you obsessed with stockings?"

Feeling a bit ticklish, Li Shuru’s foot moved, only to be grabbed back by someone.

"No."

That someone quickly denied it, also seriously explaining, "I just think your legs look particularly good in stockings."

"Liar."

Jiang Chen was puzzled.

Li Shuru continued, "Sister Qianqian’s legs are obviously more suitable for wearing stockings than mine."

Jiang Chen suddenly fell silent.

Better not say.

Really better not say.

Jiang Chen surely saw that lady in stockings before, even tore them once, on a dark and windy night, when they were head-to-head.

Stockings don’t look better the longer the legs are.

They must evoke a certain feeling.

Li Shuru is slightly taller than Shi Qianxi, probably about two centimeters, and her legs are straighter.

And often, a certain curve can better accentuate the effect of stockings.

"Isn’t that right."

Li Shuru pushed the tip of her foot against his abdomen.

Jiang Chen instantly cut off his thoughts, not letting his girlfriend catch him thinking and comparing.

"Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, aesthetics are subjective. There is no absolute answer."

"By the way."

Jiang Chen quickly changed the topic, "Don’t tell her I’m in the East Sea."

"Why not?"

"She wants to drag me to meet her parents."

Jiang Chen continued applying lotion to his girlfriend.

"You haven’t met her parents?"

Li Shuru surprisingly asked this naive question.

A malfunction in her IQ?

Definitely not.

Typical pretending to be oblivious.

Jiang Chen replied honestly, "I’ve met them, many times, isn’t she being redundant."

Li Shuru’s smile didn’t change, suddenly she sighed, "Sister Qianqian is really impressive."

"Impressive? She’s just stubborn. Without asking Miss Lan to step in, could she get the land this time? Not a chance."

"At least Sister Qianqian has the courage. If she dared not enter Kyoto, she wouldn’t even have the slightest chance. Courage is the prerequisite for success."

Are the couple discussing Jinhai’s new factory?

Probably.

"If she hadn’t gone to Kyoto, you wouldn’t have helped her." Li Shuru continued.

Meaningful and thought-provoking.

Jiang Chen instantly fell silent, pausing his hand movements.

Li Shuru withdrew her foot, put it down, stood up, adjusted the crooked shoulder strap of her sleep dress, and walked behind her boyfriend, "You’ve worked hard, let me massage you."

Look.

This is what a relationship should be like.

Giving should be mutual.

Jiang Chen smiled silently, without hesitation, sitting cross-legged on the bed, enjoying with a clear conscience his girlfriend’s service.

Li Shuru didn’t say another word, standing by the bed, earnestly massaging her boyfriend’s increasingly sturdy shoulders.

At this moment, silence speaks louder than words.

Life is not just about restless passion.

Passion is not rare, available anywhere.

What someone said on the way back was right.

What is more precious in life is the peace that lets the soul calm down.

"Ring, ring..."

The phone rang.

Li Shuru didn’t plan to answer it, until Jiang Chen said, "Answer it, it’s late, there might be something urgent."

Only then did Li Shuru stop massaging, walk to the shelf, and pick up the phone placed nearby.

It was her cousin, Xue Yali, far away at the Freedom Lighthouse.

"Ya Li."

She picked up the phone.

"Sis, still awake?"

"No."

Li Shuru detected her cousin’s unusual tone, asking, "What’s wrong?"

Xue Yali spoke hastily, "Hong Zhi’s in trouble; I just got a call saying he was attacked. I’m heading to the hospital."

Considering the time difference.

It’s daytime over there now.

"What happened?"

Li Shuru’s expression immediately changed. Liu Hongzhi and her cousin were already discussing marriage, not just boyfriend and girlfriend, practically family.

"I’m not sure now. I’ll only know once I get to the hospital. Sis, can you notify Brother Jiang Chen for me?"

The two men were involved in a cross-national collaboration, something the cousins were aware of.

"Okay. Don’t worry too much, let me know as soon as you arrive at the hospital."

"Alright."

Li Shuru set down the phone.

Already aware of some details, Jiang Chen turned to look.

"Liu Hongzhi is in trouble."