Du Enqin suddenly spoke,

Jiang Chen turned his head and murmured softly: "Boss Du, it's best for a woman not to be too smart."

Du Enqin pursed her lips into a smile, "I'm not smart, I just know better than to be foolish."

Then she continued, "Mr. Jiang's gambling skills are truly awe-inspiring, but since you have matters to attend to, I won't hold you up."

Look at that.

What do you call a seven-orificed exquisite heart?

But since she saw through the ruse, why act so intimate at the gambling table?

Jiang Chen raised his hand, "Thank you for your hard work today, Boss Du."

Du Enqin looked puzzled, then reached out to accept what the other handed over.

Immediately.

She gave a silent smile.

"Let me see you off, Mr. Jiang."

"Please stay."

Without further troubling her, Jiang Chen and Xu Kuan entered the elevator.

Du Enqin didn't insist, standing at the elevator door, smiling politely and elegantly.

"See you next time."

"Ding."

The elevator door gradually closed, the gap narrowing, slowly devouring the faces of those inside until fully consumed.

Du Enqin's smile slowly faded as she stood at the elevator door for a moment, then raised her hand, tilting her head down, to look at the gift given to her upon his departure.

Or rather.

A reward.

A ten thousand RMB chip.

How generous.

Not a petty person at all.

However.

The previous guy, that yellow-skinned monkey, offered twenty thousand!

Why was there a discount?

Well.

The service wasn't fully provided after all.

You get what you pay for.

"Thud."

Her fingers flicked, sending the ten thousand RMB chip flipping and tossing upward, then it fell back, landing steadily in her palm.

Her palm closed over it.

Downstairs.

Jiang Chen and Xu Kuan exited the hotel.

Along with four personal guards.

"I won't be seeing you off, Mr. Jiang."

Xu Kuan stopped.

Jiang Chen tilted his head, "Do you have something else to do?"

Xu Kuan seriously, "Wei Yi is still waiting for me."

What's this?

So late at night, those two planning a candlelight chat?

Jiang Chen waved his hand, laughingly cursing: "Get lost!"

"Keep Mr. Jiang safe."

After instructing the guards, Xu Kuan didn't linger and immediately turned back into the hotel.

It really wasn't his responsibility.

It's all because of Boss Jiang himself, wanting to show his manliness, saying there was no need to hide.

Have to admit.

Manliness is indeed manly.

Perhaps in Boss Jiang's plan, this was just a harmless show of face, he probably didn't expect that in the dead of night, someone would go to the trouble of coming over personally.

"Whew."

Under the bright sign of Peace Hotel, Jiang Chen gently exhaled, "Let's go."

Two jeeps drove along the street, one in front, one behind, neither hurried nor slow.

The nights in Karuzi are surely not very lively, nearing midnight, there's hardly anyone on the road, but at least it's calm.

Hmm.

Calm.

No scenes of smashing, looting, burning, or bodies lying on the roadside.

Wait.

Spoke too soon.

A severely crashed car came into Boss Jiang's line of sight.

Its wall was smashed through, the car body scarred, windows shattered, vaguely a figure could be seen slumped over in the driver's seat, unmoving.

The two jeeps didn't slow down, showing no sign of stopping, as if blind, driving past on the road.

Meddling in other people's business isn't a good habit.

Especially when out and about.

What if you're blamed?

Returned safely to the solitary villa.

The time passed midnight.

Jiang Chen got out, walking towards the villa, his steps lacking the lightness of winning money.

"Where's the Lady?"

"The Lady went upstairs."

Jiang Chen headed upstairs, not in a hurry to bother her, instead first heading back to his room, taking a long and relaxing shower.

After all, lost money.

Mood might not be great.

Maybe it's better not to go, let her adjust?

Jiang Chen pondered, yet still felt it would be impolite not to say hi, so after thinking it over, decided to head out.

Wearing his robe, he arrived at Pei Yunxi's room door, raised his hand, and knocked.

"Knock, knock, knock... knock, knock, knock..."

Jiang Chen was prepared to be turned away, and had a plan to handle it, if turned away he'd just go back to sleep, just treating it as a late night snack, after all, sometimes the attitude is what matters most.

But it turned out he underestimated her generosity.

The door opened.

Pei Yunxi had also showered, dressed in a homey outfit, at first glance, looked like she hadn't gone out at all.

Moreover, there was one thing she said later that caught him even more off guard.

"You're back so early."

Jiang Chen was momentarily stunned, then raised an eyebrow.

There's a monster here.

Was he losing his mind, or had he slipped into a parallel universe?

But he wasn't the only one who saw it.

There were so many witnesses.

At least Xu Kuan could definitely testify.

Could it be that the slaughter at the marketplace had affected him, leaving him mentally unclear?

There's a rumor that actors' mental states can be problematic to some extent, the only difference is whether it's triggered or not.

So Boss Jiang looked at the other with a gradually strange expression and responded with a line just as bewildering.

"Are you okay?"

Pei Yunxi was silent for a moment, "Weren't you not coming back?"

It's alright.

The problem isn't too severe.

Jiang Chen slightly eased his mind, "When did I say I wasn't coming back? If I don't come back, where would I sleep, on the streets?"

See?

The man's dignity was preserved, and sincerity was conveyed.

This is skill.

At least the other person surely felt his appropriate friendly signal.

"Why did you go to the table when you don't know how to play Texas Hold'em?"

Jiang Chen continued to ask.

"Does gambling even matter if you know how to play or not? It's all about luck," Pei Yunxi replied.

Speechless.

Just like her gambling style.

Grand and unrestrained.

"You should avoid casinos in the future. If you're sincere, why not donate the money to the Red Cross Society."

"Donate to the Red Cross Society? Might as well donate to the casino."

Pei Yunxi's unthinking answer amused Jiang Chen.

"You're a public figure, think it over in your heart before you speak, whether you should say it or not."

What kind of lesson is this?

Coming for a lesson in moral education in the middle of the night?

"Anything else?"

Pei Yunxi asked.

Jiang Chen wanted to say something but stopped, thinking explaining it might be overkill since she hadn't asked, so he shook his head.

"Sleep early."

This time he wasn't hit with the door wind to the face.

Pei Yunxi stood inside the house, without closing the door, watching him.

Boss Jiang is obviously not the type to do something as foolish as trying to hide a secret in plain sight, so he turned and left first.

Returning to the bedroom.

He laid on the bed with his hands behind his head, staring at the ceiling, letting his thoughts drift, flashing to Allied Army's adjutant Wei Yi, then to Peace Hotel's lady boss Du Enqin.

"Ding dong."

The phone rang.

Jiang Chen still stared at the ceiling, reached out his hand, and felt for his phone, then casually glanced at it, only to find multiple unread messages.

Judging from the timing, it must've been while he was walking back from Pei Yunxi's room.

He had tossed his phone in the bedroom when he went over, didn't take it with him, and moreover, the content of the unread messages was identical.

"Why"

That's right.

Just three simple words.

Not even an extra punctuation mark.

And the sender was all the more mysterious.

—Pei Yunxi.

Jiang Chen furrowed his brow slightly, sitting up involuntarily.

Just now she was standing right in front of him, why didn't she say it to his face, but sent messages instead, what's this supposed to mean?

And what does "why" mean?

Even riddles aren't guessed this way, right?

At least give a little more hint?

Jiang Chen looked back and forth at it, examined it for quite a while, but ultimately found nothing, couldn't glean any clue from between the lines either.

"What why?"

He typed out a reply.

"Why"

The message popped up.

The same unchanging, three immovable words.

Jiang Chen stared at the phone screen, puzzled, typing and deleting, deleting and typing, finally choosing not to type anymore, simply dialed a video call over.

"Beep."

The other side hung up.

Then a text message immediately followed.

Finally, it wasn't the copy-paste "why".

It had one more word.

"Answer the question"

Jiang Chen chuckled, had no choice, could only type: "I don't even know what the question is, how to answer."

"Why"

Great.

Here we go again.

Can "why" be considered a question?

Subject, verb, object?

Jiang Chen felt a slight headache, stared at the phone screen, and suddenly, a flash of inspiration.

Then.

As if affected, he started to laugh to himself neurotically, no longer replying, and directly set his phone to silent mode, tossing it on the bedside table.

It was late.

Time to sleep.

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