Chapter 2768 - 1719: Strange Woman

Chapter 2768: Chapter 1719: Strange Woman

After glancing around, Zhao Fan withdrew his gaze, certain that this woman dressed like someone from The Matrix wasn’t sitting at the wrong table.

This outfit, completely airtight, was unique in the entire skewer restaurant.

Wearing a hat, a mask, and a bulky long down jacket could be understood.

But still.

Why wear sunglasses at night?

Like those sun-protection masks exposing only the eyes, making her look ghostly, Zhao Fan thought it was strange. So afraid of the sun, did she really have to go out?

"Bubble bubble—"

The hotpot was the only thing tirelessly bubbling.

No one paid him any attention.

Zhao Fan put down his chopsticks, with a grain of rice still stuck to the corner of his mouth. He raised his hand, slowly waving it in front of her eyes.

Could she be blind?

"Miss, who are you looking for?"

He maintained politeness and continued to inquire.

But it was like talking to the air.

Still, so silent.

Yet the surroundings were so noisy~

Zhao Fan was confused.

If she could sit down, it meant her eyesight should be fine.

Could it be that her ears were the problem?

"Is there something you need? Is there anything I can help you with?"

It’s not about being a simp, overwhelmed by lust at the sight of the opposite sex. It was just his nature. At work, he would help customers throw away trash, just lending a hand.

She still didn’t speak, but she finally reacted.

She pulled out her hand and pointed to the phone on the table.

Now Zhao Fan began to suspect her language abilities from her eyes to her ears.

"Do you want to make a call?"

He tried hard to understand, "Are you lost?"

"..."

Her hand, which appeared fleetingly, went back into her pocket, and this woman, whom everyone passing by would glance at, remained quiet.

Zhao Fan was puzzled, bewildered, but remained polite, "Do you need me to call someone for you? Or should I help you report to the police?"

Just as Zhao Fan was doing his utmost to communicate, Boss Jiang, who was drying his hands from shedding excess body moisture, came back and saw the strange woman who took his seat.

His pace slowed, he threw the tissue into the trash bin, his face as calm as a mirror lake.

That’s how experts are.

Unmoved by material pleasures or personal sorrows.

"How did you find this place?"

In skewer restaurants, there are benches, not chairs, so it’s no problem for two people to sit on one bench.

Having his seat taken, Boss Jiang naturally sat beside her.

"Do you know each other?"

Zhao Fan, who failed to communicate, was astonished.

Wasn’t this buddy’s first time in Hui City?

"No. Dressed like this, could you recognize her?"

Zhao Fan’s eyes widened.

That’s a good question.

Aside from being long-haired and female, what other features could you recognize?

"Some people, even if turned to ashes, you’d recognize."

Sappy.

No.

Seemed more like stirring up trouble.

Why does it sound so awkward?

Zhao Fan was in a daze.

The strange woman turned her head, looking at someone, seemingly dissatisfied with his expression ability.

"How did you know I was here."

Jiang Chen continued to ask, truly patient, revealing no hint of joy.

"Hui City is kind of my home ground."

Zhao Fan’s eyes lit up.

Because her voice was low, and muffled through the mask, along with the environmental noise, he couldn’t quite make out what she said, but at least he knew she wasn’t mute.

And even with the muffled voice, it remained quite pleasant.

"Miss, why didn’t you respond to me just now?"

He couldn’t help but complain.

Jiang Chen chuckled silently.

Indeed.

She was an international star and a fashion giant. His skills were extraordinary enough to sneak out the Heavenly Craft Exhibition’s gold award. Was it unreasonable for someone to track down a local in her hometown?

"Don’t mind; she’s like this to everyone. Just a bit shy."

Jiang Chen turned his head, helping to explain, while introducing: "This is my new friend in Hui City, Speed’s five-star deliveryman, Zhao Fan, and he’s also the one treating me to hotpot."

Boss Jiang spoke, with a double meaning from the start.

Indeed.

His implication was actually explaining why he was still lingering without leaving.

"I’m treating you to hotpot?"

Zhao Fan’s eyes straightened, quickly saying, "Wasn’t it agreed that you would be the host?!"

No matter how good the benefits, a deliveryman’s salary wasn’t high. If he footed the bill, the whole day or two could be working for free.

There was a disconnect in coordination.

Also.

Treating someone like Mr. Luo,

just met for a day, how could there be an understanding, let alone the level of income that didn’t permit it either.

Silenced by being exposed, Boss Jiang tried to remedy, "I’ll treat, then I’ll treat."

"No." Zhao Fan reminded, "It was you who said you’d treat, which is why I came. You didn’t forget, right?"

One thing at a time.

He didn’t want to be thought of as someone reneging on an agreement at the last minute.

Case closed.

So it was Boss Jiang who dragged someone here for skewers.

That was the reality.

"How about we split the bill?"

Zhao Fan didn’t want to take advantage of others.

Split what?

Was this about money?

Boss Jiang was helpless too, "Have you had enough to eat?"

"I haven’t even finished eating."

Zhao Fan picked up the chopsticks again.

Even though the lie was uncovered on the spot, there couldn’t be any awkwardness; Boss Jiang’s face was probably thicker than the strange woman’s mask.

"Did you eat? Why not try some? I think it tastes good."

Purely making small talk.

Why was she dressed like this? It wasn’t because she didn’t want to show her face. If she joined in, wouldn’t she have to take off the mask? Wouldn’t that blow up the skewer shop?

"Do you think you’re very humorous?"

Zhao Fan seemed to be eating rice but actually listened attentively, but the strange woman’s voice, he genuinely couldn’t hear clearly, though it didn’t matter, he could hear the buddy’s words.

"Are you wearing your mom’s clothes?"

Boss Jiang assessed her from top to bottom, focusing on deflecting questions, acknowledging her disguise skills were professional, leaving no flaws.

"What do you intend to do?"

"I’m just delivering a package."

"Is it necessary for you to deliver it?"

Boss Jiang got up, took the last bottle of wine to his glass, then poured himself a drink.

"Why isn’t it necessary? It’s my item; I must ensure its safe delivery to the intended recipient."

Zhao Fan, secretly eavesdropping, unconsciously pondered through one person’s statement.

Could it be?

An ex-girlfriend?

The man came to Hui City to deliver a package, while the woman didn’t want him to appear here.

This stance.

Definitely not a peaceful breakup.

Combining this with the previously heard rich second-generation girlfriend.

Click.

Cheating, huh?!

Just when Zhao Fan, whose job was to interact with all walks of life, was letting his mind storm ideas, he saw the strange woman once again took her hand out.

Didn’t notice before.

Her hands were beautiful.

What’s that word again?

Like white jade.

"Slap."

A piece of jade-green object was placed on the table, small and irregular, like a piece of broken glass?

"Safe and sound?"

Jiang Chen, who was experiencing life, showed no expression.