Chapter 2772 - 1722: Improvising x4

Chapter 2772: Chapter 1722: Improvising x4

"Why did you leave?"

Boss Jiang got in the car, closed the door, and rubbed his hands together.

Apparently, it’s still cold.

"What do you want?"

The Bentley still hadn’t moved.

A typical case of the guilty party playing the victim.

If he weren’t dumped in the middle of nowhere like this, would he need to resort to such tactics?

"Just take me to the hotel."

Boss Jiang replied.

Pei Yunxi turned her head slightly.

"Shameless."

Isn’t this shameless?

Things had already reached the parents, could they still settle this in private?

Boss Jiang remained calm, acting as if he hadn’t heard, looking straight ahead, "What store would still be open at this hour? We can’t just show up empty-handed, can we?"

"Vroom——"

The Bentley finally started, as light and shadow shattered the night.

The lonely bus stop was left behind.

Says who can’t retrace their steps.

The interior of the car was silent.

The woman with stunning looks must be wrestling internally.

To be taken to the hotel.

Or to Biluo Yunjian.

This requires serious consideration.

Boss Jiang was considerate, not interrupting her weighing the pros and cons. The warm air conditioning made him yawn after a while, and he soon closed his eyes to rest.

Truly in his own world.

"Ring-ring—"

The phone rang.

Pei Yunxi, who was silently driving, couldn’t help but glance at it from the corner of her eye.

The person comfortably leaning in the passenger seat opened his eyes, leisurely took out the phone, and answered it with a fake warm smile.

"Uncle Pei."

"Ah, Jiang, has Duoduo arrived?"

"She’s here, she’s here, I’ve already picked her up."

"Oh, that’s good, that’s good. Don’t rush, drive safely."

"Got it, Uncle Pei."

Things quieted down on the other end. After all, there’s no rush to talk until they meet.

"Alright, see you soon."

Jiang Chen put down the phone, sighed gently without saying anything, all words contained within.

Now it’s settled.

No more struggle.

It turned into a multiple-choice question with only one option.

"Beep—"

The driver suddenly honked, even though the car in front was a space away.

"Uncle Pei said don’t rush, drive safely."

Boss Jiang kindly reminded, but little did he know that sometimes, not interfering with a driver is the safest way.

"Shut up!"

Even the harsh words sounded like heavenly music.

"Don’t worry, I absolutely won’t say what shouldn’t be said."

Jiang Chen leaned back against the seat, looked straight ahead, understanding that her mood might not be stable at the moment, and gently reassured her.

"Or if you want me to say something different, I’ll comply."

Sending him to the hotel wasn’t going to happen. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have to turn back. Even if she’s a global star, at home, she’s just a daughter.

"If you dare say one wrong word."

Pei Yunxi gripped the steering wheel tightly, "Did you see that broken glass earlier? There are even sharper ones."

Admitted it was glass, after all.

"Do your parents like it? The Nine Carp Painting."

"What’s it to you?"

Does it not matter?

Wasn’t the raw material sent by himself?

If the misunderstanding at the Heavenly Craft Exhibition hadn’t occurred, Boss Jiang could have been blunt, but now, if they’re not concerned, he should be satisfied.

"Should we rehearse the script?"

"Isn’t acting your specialty?"

Pei Yunxi still acknowledged his talent.

But talent is one thing.

No matter how great an actor is, they need a script, right? Relying entirely on improvisation?

"You mean I should wing it?"

Pei Yunxi grew even more annoyed.

Not just him, doesn’t she also have to ’wing it’?

She didn’t know what to do, hadn’t even figured out how to introduce him to her parents, especially her mother, her mind in a tangle.

The person skilled at reading facial expressions noticed and guessed that continuing to nag would make her explode, so he stopped and said honestly, "Alright, I’ll follow your lead."

————

It wasn’t just Pei Yunxi who was anxious.

Mother and daughter are connected.

Li Wanrong couldn’t sit still, pacing back and forth, occasionally asking her husband, "How do I look in this outfit? Should I put on a pair of earrings?"

This was the fifth time in a few minutes she asked a similar question, if not about earrings, then whether the color of her clothes was right, leaving Pei Linhan speechless.

"What are you doing? What, at your age, you’re dreaming of being a star?"

Back in the day, the more flowery the words, the better, but as they got older, the more biting they became, proportional to longevity.

"Oh, shut up!"

Li Wanrong chuckled as she scolded, her camel cashmere gown draping to her ankles, the seemingly casual but deliberate wrap at the neckline, the freshwater pearls on her neck glowing softly under the lamp, the jade bangle on her ring finger glowing with a gentle warmth.

"Aren’t I doing this for our daughter?"

"For our daughter?"

"It’s her first time here, can’t have people looking down on her."

Pei Linhan snorted, bluntly criticized, "If you don’t want people looking down, you should show your true self. And what’s this? Pretentious and fake..."

"Shut up!"

Li Wanrong refused to argue with him, "Stinky man, knows nothing."

Pei Linhan, being a gentleman, didn’t argue with women, sitting on the velvet sofa, patiently waiting.

"Do you think I should call Li’er?"

Unsurprisingly, the same problem arose again.

They say couples argue in bed and make up at the bed’s end, but not the Pei family; they forget in seconds.

"Why call Li’er?"

"Isn’t Li’er quite familiar with him? Ask her, get some more insight."

Upon hearing this, Pei Linhan quickly raised his hand, "Don’t complicate things, it’s our family matter, no need to involve Li’er."

"True."

Li Wanrong nodded; calling her niece would seem too eager.

"Then tell me."

"Tell you what?"

"Playing dumb, huh? When you came back last time, didn’t you mention that our daughter seems to have an unusual relationship with her boss?"

"Yes. More like friends."

"Come on."

Li Wanrong teased, "You were quite chatty then, but now that he’s coming over, you’ve chickened out? Does our girl have a thing with that guy? Jiang, right?"

"Nonsense!"

Pei Linhan scolded.

"Men are so hypocritical. Can you swear you don’t think so in your heart?"

"What’s this ’a thing’? Can you watch your language?"

"Oh, manners? So, is our Duoduo developing with her boss? Is that classy enough?"

Pei Linhan picked up his thermos, "...I’m not sure."

"I’m sure."

Li Wanrong asserted dominantly, "If it were just a usual superior-subordinate or ordinary friends, would he be ignorant enough to come to her home in the middle of the night? He’s a person with status and position, and Hui City has plenty of hotels."

Pei Linhan sipped his tea, remaining silent.

"You, no wonder you’re weaving things, you were planning ahead, weren’t you?"

Saying this, Li Wanrong became increasingly pleased, looking towards the door eagerly.

Pei Linhan held his thermos cup.

"Let’s keep calm, see what they say, and then adapt accordingly."

...

The characters arriving have no fixed script.

Four people improvising.

It’s destined to be a high-end game.