860: 631 Gifts 860: 631 Gifts “Mr.
Jiang, take care.”
Nie Chuanxiong personally saw Jiang Chen out of the hotel, shook his hand, and instructed the driver to drive carefully.
“Mr.
Jiang, where to?”
the driver asked.
“Mandarin Oriental.”
The Bentley started,
and a slightly tipsy Jiang Chen exhaled, cleared his head, and took out his phone to return a call to an unfamiliar number.
“I’ve finished my business, and I’m on my way back.”
“I’m not at the hotel.”
“You left?”
“Mhm.”
That figures.
One couldn’t expect someone to wait at the Mandarin Oriental indefinitely.
“Alright, I’m free tomorrow…”
“Why don’t you come to Black Sand Beach?
I’m waiting for you here.”
Accompanying the voice, the faint sound of the waves could also be heard.
Jiang Chen paused, slightly puzzled, but politely responded, “Okay.”
The call ended.
“Go to Black Sand Beach.”
The waves surged, layer upon layer.
Over the vast and eerie sea, a red bridge appeared intermittently.
“Mr.
Jiang, shall I wait for you?”
“No, you can go back, thank you.”
After saying this, Jiang Chen stepped out of the car and walked toward the scarcely frequented beach.
Soon, a tall figure came into view; however, this time, the person was not dangerously close to the water’s edge but sitting alone on the beach, drinking beer.
Jiang Chen walked over, leaving a series of soft footprints in the sand.
“Haojiang is not very safe right now; it’s best not to wander around alone.”
Jiang Chen approached Miss He.
“You too.”
Miss He looked out at the sea.
“Miss He, it’s different for us, you are a precious daughter.”
Indeed, the sea breeze did seem to clear his head a bit.
Jiang Chen got back on topic, “What’s the rush?”
“Sit.”
Looking at the woman sitting beside him, drinking on her own, Jiang Chen sat down on the beach.
Just like him, the canned beer probably bought from a convenience store across the street.
“Why did you lie to me?”
Jiang Chen was startled, the alcohol slowing his thinking.
“…How did I lie to you?”
he asked tentatively.
Miss He shook her beer can, “It’s obviously twenty-five yuan a pack.”
Jiang Chen froze, then calmly replied, “The last time I bought it, it was a different kind, a bit more expensive.”
Miss He, not one to quibble over trifles, finally turned to look at Jiang.
“Where are my shoes?”
Jiang was caught off-guard again, “What shoes?”
“I forgot to take them when I left that day.”
Jiang instinctively looked at Miss He’s feet, noticing her casual canvas shoes – no wonder she wasn’t approaching the sea.
“I don’t know, I didn’t take them.”
Jiang quickly said.
Miss He looked at him, silent.
“I really didn’t take them.”
Could she possibly be mistaking him for some kind of fetishistic weirdo?
But he had to admit, the daughter of this gambling king did indeed have beautiful feet, smooth as jade and delicate as cream – but what of it?
His own moral integrity could certainly withstand scrutiny.
“Maybe the garbage collectors took them.”
Jiang said frankly, without guilt.
It was her fault for forgetting her shoes, what wrong had he done?
Yet this impressively reasonable daughter of a gambling king was unusually irrational this time.
“If you saw them, why didn’t you keep them for me?”
Jiang was momentarily speechless.
Keep them for her?
Those were ladies’ high heels.
Moreover, they had only met by chance at the time; who knew if they would meet again.
He chuckled bitterly, “Miss He, they’re just a pair of shoes, there’s no need…”
“Just a pair of shoes, what about them?”
Miss He calmly stated, “You asked me for drink money too, right?
Nobody’s wealth blows in with the wind.”
Isn’t she too frugal?
The gambling king’s daughter indeed!
Jiang just kept smiling.
“Drink.”
Miss He said,
Jiang looked at the rising and falling tide and shook his head.
“Don’t worry, it’s on me.”
Jiang chuckled sardonically, “I just had some alcohol and can’t drink any more; I’m afraid I’ll throw up.”
Hearing this, Miss He didn’t insist and continued drinking alone.
“Didn’t you say you had something to give me?”
Jiang got back on topic.
If she was just an ordinary person, he wouldn’t mind chatting and enjoying the breeze, but knowing her real identity, they could never return to the carefree spirit of their first meeting.
Of course.
She probably felt the same.
Miss He took a sip of her beer, then placed the empty can on the beach and picked up something from her left.
Jiang glanced casually, then his pupils dilated, his expression stiffening.
“Miss He, it’s just a pair of shoes, there’s no need…”
What the gambling king’s daughter held was not what one might expect, but a silver pistol, its cold barrel shimmering ominously in the night.
Miss He looked composed, removed the holster, and playfully held the gun, pointing it in Jiang’s direction.
“Miss He, we can talk this out calmly…”
Miss He seemed to sense his nervousness, “Don’t worry, it’s not loaded.”
Jiang breathed a sigh of relief, but before he could react, Miss He suddenly raised her arm and deftly tossed the gun over.
Despite the alcohol, Jiang reflexively caught the gun, feeling its good weight in his hands, heavier than he had imagined.
It was definitely not a toy.
Jiang wasn’t familiar with firearms, but from its appearance, it seemed somewhat similar to the Desert Eagle seen in online photos.