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"What terms did you agree with her on?" Lan Peizhi asked again, cutting to the chase.

The drama has reached this level, how could it just be canceled as if it were child’s play?

No need to think about it; there must be some kind of significant secret deal involved.

"Actually, we’ve all misunderstood her."

Jiang Chen said inexplicably.

"Misunderstood?"

Lan Peizhi was not as ruthless and cold-hearted as the rumors suggested, not letting someone perform a one-man show.

"Yes."

Jiang Chen nodded, walking steadily as he said, "From the start, she wasn’t targeting anyone. She just owed me a favor, that’s all."

"..."

Lan Peizhi was momentarily silent, maybe trying to keep up, and then asked, "What favor?"

"That time in Japan, I got her out from the Japan Government. You know her, she’s like you. Doesn’t like owing people, so she wrote me a post-it note, telling me to write down any condition I want, and she’d agree to it as repayment."

What kind of small illustration is this?

"It’s normal if you don’t know, because no one else does. It’s a secret between her and me."

Jiang Chen sighed slightly, "But you know me, I never expect anything in return for what I do. She asked me to write a condition, but I didn’t. I just kept that post-it note."

Lan Peizhi’s expression was unreadable, but perhaps she understood.

This story might seem far-fetched and without groundwork, but it should be true.

"So did you take out that post-it note?"

Jiang Chen shook his head, "No."

No?

Then why did you say all that?

Killing time?

"At first, I forgot. Later, when I remembered, it was already too late, you guys were already fighting, and taking out that post-it note then would have forced her to concede, so I threw it away."

So casually dismissive.

For someone else, it would sound like nonsense, but Lan Peizhi knows that when it comes to this guy, seemingly illogical things don’t need to be overly scrutinized for truth.

"You really cover all angles."

Ambiguous, neither praise nor criticism, then Lan Peizhi steered the conversation back on track, "So, how did you persuade her to stop?"

Indeed.

After all those words.

Aside from building a shining, selfless image of himself, it was as if nothing had been said.

"She did propose a condition."

Jiang Chen had to stop glorifying himself, "But her condition was too harsh, I really couldn’t do it."

"What condition?"

Curiosity is a human trait.

Even though Lan Peizhi is nicknamed Blood Guanyin, she is still flesh and blood, capable of anger, of hitting people.

Given the current situation, the condition Cao Jinse proposed must be harsher than the fifty billion acquisition of Jinhai’s shares, but who would’ve thought it would be: "Recite π to a thousand decimal places."

Recite what?

π?

Is this a teacher’s assigned classroom task?

Another bout of cursed humor?

Even knowing this guy is eccentric, Lan Peizhi was still a bit overwhelmed, her gaze shifting from unfocused to intensely focused, intimidating.

"That’s her condition. If you don’t believe me, you can ask her yourself, but I can’t recite a thousand decimal places, can you?" Jiang Chen’s expression was serious.

Can you recite it?

Even a prestigious university student like him couldn’t manage it, now asking an elementary school graduate?

Lan Peizhi began to wonder if she’s being too lenient.

Indeed.

If you don’t make a move, then don’t.

If you do, and then go easy, even a child would know you’re a paper tiger, much less an adult.

They say Blood Guanyin is so brutal and cold-blooded, but someone survived several beatings and is still lively, even climbing the Great Wall, never having set foot in a hospital.

Is Blood Guanyin really that scary?

During elementary and middle school, teachers’ rulers were probably scarier.

Lan Peizhi did not make a move this time, not because she considered the altitude—that a fall would flatten even iron—but because, failing to recite π doesn’t justify anger?

"The shares Jinhai holds can go to anyone, I don’t need them."

"You need to take them."

Jiang Chen remained unphased, "Only if you take the shares from Jinhai, can this storm gracefully conclude, and you all can exit with dignity."

Dignity.

His description was spot on.

"I know you’re not doing this for profit, if Shu Rui didn’t ask you, you wouldn’t get involved. You helped Jinhai not for self-gain from the chaos, but fair is fair. You can’t let all your efforts go unrewarded. Plus, you ought to give Sister Shan and them an explanation, right? They beat the drums for you. If you get nothing in return, how should they feel?"

I must admit, Boss Jiang is indeed a master, hitting people right in the heart with words.

Luckily this is Blood Guanyin.

If it were another woman, she’d probably be so flattered, she’d be in a daze.

"Not everyone needs to account to everyone else."

Lan Peizhi replied.

Hearing this, Jiang Chen couldn’t help but raise his eyebrows, glancing at her.

But she seemed to have spoken offhandedly, without deeper meaning.

"You could take the shares Jinhai holds yourself, in this way, she might find it easier to accept."

Lan Peizhi continued.

Jiang Chen shook his head with a smile, "I’ve said, I’ve completely resolved things on Jinse’s side, you don’t have to worry, if I wanted to take Jinhai’s shares, I wouldn’t bother asking you. That share isn’t so important to me."

He began.

Once again.

But.

Is this bragging?

This is fact.

Not only Jinhai’s shares but even a whole Great Wall Group is now irrelevant to Jiang Chen.

Got to figure out a logic here.

It’s not that he needs Great Wall, it’s that Great Wall needs him, just like that lingering trilateral free trade agreement.

"So I have to thank you, don’t I?"

No one could feel the depths of this statement like Lan Peizhi could; back then, to rescue a kidnapped movie star from Ye Tingxuan, someone had to contact her for help.

"There’s no need to thank me."

Jiang Chen hesitated for a moment, then unnecessarily lowered his voice, "Just try not to lay hands on people freely anymore."

Truly insatiable, unrepentant.

Yes.

The altitude has unknowingly dropped another hundred meters, but looking out past the railing, it’s still terribly dizzying.

As Lan Peizhi continued downwards, facing forward, "I really wouldn’t take your life, but crippling you, I’d dare to do."

Straightforward.

Sincere.

Jiang Chen remained composed in the face of danger, chuckling, "Don’t be rash, if I become disabled, even if you don’t end up in jail, you’d still be legally responsible. Think about how exhausting it would be to take care of a disabled person..."

"You have so many people around, you probably won’t need me to take responsibility."

"One more person, it’s easier on everyone."

Jiang Chen spoke without a care.

It was genuinely without a care.

The more the merrier, an extra set of hands really does make things easier.

Lan Peizhi suddenly fell silent, after a while, said, "Are you too confident in yourself, thinking that if you become disabled, they will still stay with you."

"Not all women are so heartless," Jiang Chen replied calmly, not speaking to please, but rather expressing an internalized belief.

Don’t be misled by those with ulterior motives.

Look at your own family, your relatives, even look at Shu Yi who left.

Although there are some bad apples, many Shen Zhou women have inherited wonderful traditions spanning thousands of years, they are quite amazing still.

"Why not try?"

"I’ll break your third leg and see if they stick by you."

Jiang Chen’s ease vanished instantly, tension suddenly tightening, as a chill surged from his groin area.

They say those close to cinnabar become red, and those close to ink become black.

Better to associate less with those uninhibited housewives!