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The girlfriend ran away.

But Boss Jiang wasn’t worried.

He didn’t have just one intimate confidante.

Bah.

What nonsense.

It should be the girlfriend wearing pajamas, where could she run to?

A man should remain calm in the face of change and act after careful consideration.

Besides.

The relationship between him and Li Shuru is so deep, from campus to society, defeating so many who claimed their love was steadfast. Could they not withstand this little test?

Jiang Chen was very confident.

Besides.

Isn’t it said that sincerity is the ultimate weapon?

Is he not sincere enough?

With his uprightness moments ago, without bragging, how many in the world would dare to emulate it?

After lying alone in bed for over ten minutes, until he saw Aunt Mei appear, he leisurely paused the movie, got out of bed, adjusted the collar of his pajamas, and walked to the door.

"Dong—"

As he opened the door, a figure sneakily lost their balance and almost fell in.

You should know.

I was just watching a horror movie.

This situation is quite scary.

"Bro!"

The familiar voice stopped Jiang Chen’s reflex, and the foot he almost kicked out was withdrawn.

Martial Saint gave an embarrassed smile, scratching his head to hide his awkwardness.

"What are you doing?"

"I... couldn’t sleep, just wandering around."

Nonsense.

You were clearly eavesdropping on me.

This kid.

Could he have some perverted hobby?

"Can’t sleep, huh? Go run for an hour and come back."

"No, bro, I was wrong."

Martial Saint immediately confessed, "I just heard what sounded like someone slamming a door, so I came out to check..."

He tried to peek inside, lowering his voice, "Did you have a fight with Sister Shurui? Weren’t you two fine in the evening?"

Jiang Chen kept a straight face, "None of your business, go to sleep."

"Bro, as men, we shouldn’t hold grudges with ladies. Girls are simple, they respond to kindness, not toughness, coax them and... ouch, ouch, ouch..."

Without a word, Jiang Chen pinched his ear, dragging the kid to his bedroom door, then opened the door and kicked him in the butt.

"Go to sleep, and don’t come out again."

Almost falling flat on his face, Martial Saint gritted his teeth, rubbing his ear hard, turning back angered, "That’s child abuse!"

Jiang Chen slammed the door shut.

"Screw you!"

Martial Saint, locked inside and unable to watch the drama, flipped the bird at the door.

After dealing with the conspicuous presence of Martial Saint, Jiang Chen took a walk downstairs, saw no one, then went to the Sky Garden, still finding nothing, thus he started checking each room.

The house is big, and sometimes that’s a problem, for instance, playing hide and seek becomes more difficult, unlike his old home in River City, which was straightforward and easy to navigate, where Fang Qing was easily caught hiding in the bed.

No.

No.

None at all.

One door after another was opened, then closed.

After nearly half an hour, Jiang Chen had searched all unused spaces, and what remained were Martial Saint’s and Tanki Liuli’s rooms.

Martial Saint’s is definitely impossible.

So the only hiding place for Li Shuru is in the Daoist Sister’s room.

Jiang Chen’s previous strategy was "slow and steady wins the race."

That’s a pleasant way to put it.

Put unpleasantly, it means dragging things out as much as possible.

However, after returning to attend Tie Jun’s wedding, his perspective changed.

Destined matters can’t be solved by avoidance.

Meanwhile, he took the opportunity to rehydrate, drank some water, then went to the Daoist Sister’s room door, raised his hand, and knocked on the door.

"Knock, knock, knock—"

Inside the room.

The Daoist Sister watched as Li Shuru, silently mimed shaking her head at her, calmly walked to the door.

"Knock—"

The door opened.

Boss Jiang’s hand hovered in mid-air.

Tanki Liuli stood at the bedroom door, the door gap only allowing for a single person to pass, silently confronting him.

Like Jiang Chen, she also wore a nightgown, a pure moon-white that contrasted sharply with her jet-black long hair, creating a striking visual tension that momentarily blurred Boss Jiang’s vision.

"Is Shuru inside?"

He quickly regained his composure.

The young Daoist feigned deafness and muteness.

Jiang Chen certainly understood her nature, unwilling to lie, not answering meant yes.

"Let me in."

He motioned to enter, but she remained unmoved.

Jiang Chen paused, smiling helplessly, "This is a private matter between her and me."

The young Daoist still showed no response.

"I don’t have to go in. Just let her out."

Jiang Chen, settling for second best, had no choice but to relent, much scared of her than Chu Renmei, knowing that forcing his way in was impossible.

If you could, have at it.

He certainly wasn’t up to the task.

"No."

After saying that, without giving him a chance to continue, with a "bang", the door closed cleanly, leaving only a gust of wind in his face.

Jiang Chen chuckled in surprise, instinctively raising his hand to continue knocking, but it hovered mid-air, failing to make contact, eventually letting it drop with a wry smile.

Inside the room.

Seeing Tanki Liuli so loyal, Li Shuru quickly expressed her gratitude.

"Thank you, Liuli."

The young Daoist remained neither proud nor impatient, expression tranquil, asked, "Does he want to hit you?"

A single sentence instantly struck a chord within.

Li Shuru’s face went rigid.

Hit, hit her?

Experiential learning can be faulty indeed.

The boomerang thrown in Japan finally flew back now.

How did he deal with the Unparalleled Demoness who hadn’t tied kinship with the Imperial Family back then?

Wasn’t it a beatdown that left the other party wailing?

The young Daoist, unlike Martial Saint, didn’t need to eavesdrop at the door, able to hear everything clearly even from outside the courtyard.

"No, it’s not."

Li Shuru shook her head, inexplicably and with a wry amusement.

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