Chapter 2728 - 1695: Squats

Chapter 2728: Chapter 1695: Squats

Suppose you accidentally use too much force and explode a bottle of wine while proposing a toast, getting wine on someone’s clothes, oh, and their cheek, and this happens at a fairly important occasion.

Would you feel guilty?

What if the person not only doesn’t blame you but instead first asks if you are hurt and even helps you wipe your hand?

People are not without feelings.

Since she can get angry, it’s apparent that this East Sea Guanyin is also flesh and blood; it’s just that her emotional fluctuations are minimized.

Minimized, not nonexistent.

So, at this moment, she doesn’t hold a glass shard and try to strike the other person.

Don’t hit a person with a smiling face.

Can’t bring myself to do it.

"Jiang, you wipe it too."

Lan’s mother, also shocked by Jiang Chen’s actions, returns to her senses, pulls out several tissues and hands them over, not daring to reprimand her daughter, only showing a guilty expression.

Jiang Chen takes it, "I’ll go to the restroom to deal with this."

Lan’s mother nods.

Leaving temporarily at this time is undoubtedly a perfect solution. Coupled with his previous behavior, Comrade Jiang Chen believes that when he returns, the clouds will have scattered, and everything will become bright and sunny. But the truth proves he might be a bit optimistic.

After he left the table, Lan Peizhi suddenly moved and followed him.

"Sis, where are you going?"

Martial Saint finally dared to speak up, after all, the first wave of his sister’s firepower had been absorbed.

"You guys keep eating."

Lan Peizhi didn’t stop her steps; she soon arrived beside slowly pacing Jiang Chen, walking shoulder to shoulder, softly saying a word.

"Come."

If you’re being coerced, blink your eyes.

But looking around, no one could rescue him from this misery.

Jiang Chen could only be forced forward, his steps heavy.

"Sis wouldn’t hit Brother Jiang Chen, right?"

Watching that heroic silhouette, Martial Saint’s eyes are filled with worry, his heart with unease.

"Someone’s bound to be unlucky. If it’s not him, then it’s you."

Martial Saint’s gaze shifted, looking at his dad, he suddenly fell silent.

It’s not that he lacks loyalty.

He’s only fifteen years old.

Hasn’t developed sturdily.

Compared to himself, Brother Jiang Chen is certainly more resistant to blows.

"Why don’t I go have a look..."

Lan’s mother hesitantly said.

"You shouldn’t go. Your presence would only make things worse, it’s better for the two of them to handle it themselves."

Wu Guangjiang’s eyes shone with wise light, shouting, "Waiter, clean up here."

He thought he’d be dragged to some remote corner, yet surprisingly it was smooth sailing along the way.

The restroom is right ahead.

Could he be overreacting?

"In."

In where?

The men’s restroom is further ahead.

This is the ladies’ restroom.

Jiang Chen frowned, his expression immediately became defiant, he considered himself a hero being laid to waste outside, but if he entered the ladies’ restroom...

That would indeed tarnish his reputation forever.

He turned his head, just as he was about to speak, he realized the direction of her gaze was odd.

That’s not the ladies’ restroom.

Instead, it’s opposite the ladies’ restroom... the nursing room.

Breathing a quiet sigh of relief, Jiang Chen said nothing, decisively turned and opened the door to the nursing room.

He was lucky.

No one was using it at the time.

If faced with deciding between the ladies’ restroom and the nursing room, anyone would undoubtedly choose the latter.

"Bang."

The nursing room door closed.

And.

It was locked.

High-end places always have such facilities, diaper tables, child seats, bottle warmers, all available, bright and spacious. However, Jiang Chen felt only gloom and oppression.

He admits.

Bringing someone’s parents without first notifying them was indeed somewhat out of line, putting oneself in another’s place, everyone would be unhappy about it.

But.

His intentions were good.

"Martial Saint is only fifteen, his life is just starting, but uncle and aunt are already on their final path. Today is their first time flying on a plane; a few years later, their health might prevent them from flying."

The Oriental Pearl won’t collapse.

Pujiang won’t run dry.

The Peace Hotel will keep operating.

But people can’t wait.

Some sights, if you don’t see them when you’re able, later when aged, with faltering steps, dim eyes, full of illness, you can’t see them even if you wish.

"You seem to have no reflection at all."

In the enclosed nursing room, Jiang Chen, whose chest was covered in stains, spoke righteously.

"It’s my fault for not informing you, but had I told you, would you have agreed? Even if you’re not bothered in your heart, you definitely wouldn’t have agreed verbally. Don’t deny, I know your personality well."

Since there’s no escape, Jiang Chen seizes the moment, speaking firmly, "The connection between children and parents exists only in this life and not the next. Count the opportunities for family reunions where you all sit down and eat together—they’re few."

The nursing room quieted.

Someone’s tone became gentle.

"We always think we’re still young, forgetting that the meetings in life are like reading each other’s storybooks; each page turned is one page less."

Dealing with different people requires different approaches.

Once alone with Lan Peizhi, Jiang Chen seemed to realize that tactics don’t work with people like her—only sincerity does.

"Squat down."

Lan Peizhi looked at the man who had long ago flipped the last page of his storybook with his parents, softly saying.

Jiang Chen paused, meeting her gaze, still not understanding but silent, obediently bending his knees, squatting down.

A true hero knows when to bend and when to stand tall.

The gap in strength between them was too wide, resistance would only worsen the outcome.

Throwing oneself against a wooden door is brave.

But against a metal door, that’s foolish.

"Deep squats, one hundred."

"..."

Squatting on the ground, Jiang Chen looked up.

"Start."

Lan Peizhi looked down mercilessly.

Anyone who exercises regularly knows.

One hundred deep squats, what a concept.

A normal person’s one-time ability to complete ten counts as passing.

"They’re still waiting."

Though unexpected, Jiang Chen quickly accepted it, just trying to negotiate.

"So, hurry up."

Jiang Chen accepted reality, stopped wasting words, meticulously performed squats in the nursing room under Lan Peizhi’s watch.

A hundred isn’t an arbitrary number; after several minutes, when the nursing room door opened, someone came out, surprisingly finishing through gritted teeth but unable to walk normally, leaning against the wall, legs shaking, hair drenched in sweat, collar half-open, as if experiencing a vigorous workout.

No, it was indeed a vigorous workout.

Near the restroom, people crowded, seeing this scene—a man and a woman emerging from the nursing room without a baby—the man looking exhausted, needing the wall for support, drew curious looks and odd stares.

Lan Peizhi, intending a small warning with a big lesson, quickened her steps for some reason.

One struggling by the wall, rather indiscreetly not recognizing intentions to clear associations, still weakly shouted.

"Wait for me."