Chapter 2802 - 1740: Using History as a Mirror

Chapter 2802: Chapter 1740: Using History as a Mirror

"Senior."

Wuqi Building.

Third floor.

Arriving at five-thirty, half an hour after getting off work, Luo Li’er sat down with her bag.

She didn’t call Xu Siyi, after all, the closeness differs.

In winter, it’s only suitable to eat hot pot; this is an old brand for mutton hotpot, the stove on the table is boiling, the broth bubbling vigorously.

"Did you drive here?"

"Mm."

Hearing this, Boss Jiang seemed a bit regretful, lifting a jar of warm yellow wine beside him, "I was planning to ask you to drink a bit."

"Drink, of course."

Luo Li’er said brightly, "Just call for a designated driver."

"Alright. Give me your cup."

Luo Li’er handed over her clean glass cup, neither rushed nor restless, showing quite a bit of composure.

Boss Jiang filled up two cups and returned one to her.

"Thank you, Senior."

Luo Li’er was very polite; as she spoke, she opened her plaid clutch from the winter fashion show collection, its iconic orange hue, yes, unmistakably Hermès.

Don’t say you don’t support local businesses.

Whose closet has only one bag?

Using products from other brands isn’t a cardinal sin.

Domestic companies often do local brand business while using foreign products.

As a world-class fashion group, K.E won’t be short of such a lineup.

Most importantly.

My cousin has never interfered either.

"Can I turn it on now?"

Luo Li’er took out her phone from her bag and waved it in her hand to indicate.

With a smile, Boss Jiang, who shuttles between Hui City and East Sea, said, "Wait until after we eat, to avoid interruptions."

Luo Li’er truly followed the arrangement, placing the phone that could temporarily be used as a brick on the round table.

"Take a sip first, to warm up."

Boss Jiang raised his glass.

The two sat in the hall, the tables spaced well apart, though privacy was somewhat lacking. However, Luo Li’er wasn’t Pei Yunxi, and Boss Jiang wasn’t a capitalist who likes self-promotion.

At the same time.

Sitting in the lively hall bustling with people could also verify certain things.

Luo Li’er drank quietly, as if nothing had happened, behaving admirably.

"Goose, goose, goose..."

Upon hearing the sudden chant, Luo Li’er looked up, her large black eyes filled with confusion.

Boss Jiang unhurriedly held his wine glass, continuing to recite.

"Bending neck sings to the sky."

No.

Just one drink, and he was inspired to recite poetry?

"White feathers float on green water."

Luo Li’er did not react.

"Red palms push clear waves."

Only after Boss Jiang finished reciting the poem did Luo Li’er’s baby face wear a big question mark.

"What are you doing?"

"Haven’t learned it?"

Jiang Chen asked.

"Learned it, of course."

Luo Li’er replied without hesitation, the confusion in her eyes showing no sign of lessening.

"Do you know the name of this poem?"

"The Goose Poem."

Luo Li’er blurted out; compared to her thick hair, her little head seemed a bit bewildered.

"What about the author?"

The author...

This really stumped Luo Li’er.

It’s true she graduated from East University, a prestigious school.

But The Goose Poem is elementary school material.

Without looking it up, how many people can remember the author?

"It’s not Li Bai, at least..."

Luo Li’er tentatively said.

See.

This is the difference.

If it wasn’t Comrade Jiang Chen across from her, but someone else trying the same thing.

Would they patiently answer?

Guess if she’d be considered dumb... a fool.

"Your dad."

Boss Jiang didn’t keep her in suspense, gave the right answer. Luo Li’er is an art student; testing her on an art student’s cultural subject is asking a bit much.

"Your dad!"

Luo Li’er immediately rolled her eyes, indicating that this girl might look deceptive, but she isn’t easy to deal with.

"Isn’t your dad named Luo Binwang? Don’t tell me you don’t know Luo Binwang, or I’d have to doubt if your degree was obtained through your sister’s connections."

Luo Li’er was stunned.

"How do you know my dad’s name is Luo Binwang?"

"I also know your mom’s name is Pei Ning."

Boss Jiang reached for the chopsticks to cook some meat; does one always have to relish lavish meals?

Hotpot yesterday, hotpot today, isn’t it still enjoyable?

It took a few seconds before Luo Li’er reacted, subconsciously furrowing her relatively thick eyebrows like her dad.

"Did you check my household registration?"

Boss Jiang chuckled, put some meat in his mouth, "Doesn’t your family also run a tea house?"

Household registration doesn’t record assets or businesses.

After the shock, Luo Li’er was full of suspicion, her eyes bright and penetrating, making people feel guilty, "What do you want?"

"Your uncle and aunt’s thirtieth wedding anniversary, are you going back?"

Luo Li’er couldn’t keep up with the rhythm, her mind in chaos, "I’m calling my sister."

She reached out to grab her phone.

"Two hours ago, I was still at your family’s tea house having tea."

Boss Jiang said leisurely.

Luo Li’er’s small hand stopped, "You went to Hui City?"

"Mm."

Boss Jiang nodded.

As if a magical force worked, her muddled mind instantly returned to clarity, Luo Li’er’s eyes widened, and she exclaimed, "That guy... was it you?!"

"Although I don’t know which guy you’re referring to, I feel it should be."

Luo Li’er froze, her pupils unfocused.

All those who are often suspected of infidelity know that suspecting and witnessing it firsthand are two different matters.

"Eat your food."

Jiang Chen invited.

Eat?

How can one eat like this?

"Wasn’t it... promotion?"

"You’re talking about that scene at the airport, right? It was just a courtesy."

Boss Jiang remained calm and collected, gazing into her eyes, "Didn’t you stay in France before, where cheek kissing is known, right?"

Luo Li’er snapped back, suddenly bursting out in laughter, like a two-dimensional anime girl vividly sitting across from him.

"Senior, are you actually Chen Jiang?"

Indeed.

Even if this etiquette exists, it’s a tradition of foreigners while everyone here are from Shen Zhou.

At the same time.

Luo Li’er’s simple rhetorical question seemed to carry more meaning.

"Of course I’m not."

Jiang Chen resolutely denied.