84: Chapter 84 Poor Stomach 84: Chapter 84 Poor Stomach “It’s fine,” Jiang Su waved his hand, appearing unconcerned.
Indeed, he was not the sort to get upset over a minor issue with a small-ti model.
“After all, Su Zhe has not been known for having a good temper for just a day or two.”
Even in the entirety of Feng City, Su Zhe was considered a tough character among tough characters.
Even Jiang Su had to admit he felt inferior.
After all, these young scions of wealthy families, no matter how capable they were, couldn’t claim to have completely broken away from their family enterprises.
Not to ntion the sheer audacity to disavow even their fathers and still make it on their own.
Such a person who could make it from scratch was definitely tough.
Jiang Su had the fortune of eting two such tough characters.
One was Su Zhe.
The other was Bo Jingshen who was currently sitting at the sa table having a al.
Thinking this, Jiang Su couldn’t help but take a few more glances at Su Lu.
From a certain perspective, wasn’t Su Lu the real tough character?
After all, no matter how formidable those two tough characters were, in her presence, they had no say.
Jiang Su smiled at Su Lu, “The esports club project…”
As he spoke, Jiang Li suddenly turned to look at him.
“Mm, please go on,” Su Lu nodded.
Jiang Su gave Jiang Li an exasperated glance.
“Eat your food!”
He then continued to Su Lu, “Ah Li ntioned that you’re very capable, and I believe it.
After all, you are Su Zhe’s sister, definitely much better than my good-for-nothing brother.
He can be quite reckless; I hope you can forgive him.
We might have the opportunity to collaborate in the future.”
“Rest assured, Mr.
Jiang.
I am flattered by your trust,” Su Lu’s eyes sparkled, not exactly overwheld but pleasantly surprised by Jiang Su’s comnt.
Getting such an endorsent from the boss of Jianghe dia was undoubtedly a good thing.
After the al, the housekeeper cleared the plates and utensils and set a clean teapot and tea set on the table.
“What would you like to drink?” Jiang Su asked as he rinsed the teacups, evidently planning to brew the tea himself.
Su Lu replied, accommodating her host, “I’m fine with anything.”
Jiang Li, with a distracted air, said, “Longjing.”
Bo Jingshen, however, spoke indifferently, “Ripe Pu-erh, I have a delicate stomach.”
Su Lu was taken aback.
Even though Bo Jingshen hadn’t made it explicit, she just knew that he had chosen the tea for her.
Because…
he didn’t drink tea at all, especially not Pu-erh.
He found making tea too much of a hassle with too many ticulous steps, preferring plain water instead.
And as for Pu-erh tea, he thought it had a peculiar taste.
Jiang Su prepared the tea.
A hot cup of Pu-erh after a al was indeed quite comforting.
Su Lu silently sighed to herself, feeling that today had been rather pleasant.
“The office building has been sorted out, right?
Is your team all here yet?” Jiang Su, holding his cup, looked over at Bo Jingshen.
Bo Jingshen answered evenly, “Cheng Yan and Zhuang Cai Nan will arrive first, and the others aren’t far behind.”
“So when do you plan to do it?” Jiang Su raised an eyebrow, “When the ti cos, we could arrange for a few artists’ schedules to create so hype for you.”
Hearing this, Su Lu understood they were probably discussing the grand opening of Boss.
With Boss venturing dostically, everything from the venue to the personnel was ready—it couldn’t just start quietly.
There was bound to be so fanfare.
Bo Jingshen’s brow furrowed, “Such a hassle…”
“Traffic generation is what dostic markets thrive on,” Jiang Su said.
“Others can’t even beg for it, and here you are, complaining.”
Hearing Jiang Su’s words, Bo Jingshen just curled his lip and replied, “Fine.”
The following conversation revolved around Boss’s opening, the tech park project, and Jianghe dia’s recent moves.
These were all areas Su Lu never dealt with; she listened quietly, feeling like she was gaining so insight.
Yet Jiang Li sat on the side, seemingly uninterested and occasionally yawning deeply as if he were tired.
When it was about ti to leave,
Jiang Su spoke, “We’re about ti, I won’t keep you any longer.
Go back and rest early.”
Su Lu stood up and said, “Thank you for your hospitality today, Mr.
Jiang.”
“No need for thanks,” Jiang Su responded.
Jiang Li also got up to leave with Su Lu.
Jiang Su furrowed his brows, “You sit down.”
Jiang Li’s frown was even deeper than his brother’s, “What now?”
“Can’t you sleep at ho for one night?” Jiang Su asked.
“No,” was Jiang Li’s imdiate and resolute response.
Su Lu hadn’t expected that Second Young Master Jiang, who always seed so bright and cheerful, would have such an aversion to his family, or more precisely, to returning ho.
“Ah Li!” Jiang Su called out sternly.
Jiang Li just turned his gaze to Jiang Su, unblinking, neither subservient nor haughty, neither sad nor happy, just quietly watching.
Then he said, “I’ve said it before, I’m not coming back.
I can’t beco the person you all want to be, can’t beco the person he wants to be, and I don’t want to co back anymore.”
Bo Jingshen placed his hand on Su Lu’s shoulder, applying a bit of force, and with that guidance, she followed him out the door.
Bo Jingshen didn’t even say goodbye, not wanting to interrupt the two brothers; a wave of his hand served as his farewell.
It wasn’t until they were outside that Su Lu let out a long sigh of relief.
It had to be said, that just now the atmosphere inside had been quite awkward.
It was not as uncomfortable as when she overheard that snippet carried on the breeze in the backyard earlier—at least then nobody knew she had heard.
But what had just transpired was obviously different.
The cicadas on a sumr night made the darkness feel so pleasant and leisurely, and the night breeze brushed against Su Lu’s face.
“I didn’t expect Jiang Li to have it so tough.
I thought…” Su Lu trailed off and shook her head helplessly.
Indeed, one can’t just look at appearances when judging people or things, only what one sees on the surface.
No one knows the size of the iceberg hidden beneath the tip poking out.
She had always thought Jiang Li was the typical spoiled, rich kid with no cares in the world, spending his days in indulgence, always having money to burn, never worrying about anything, always soone else cleaning up his sses.
“It’s never that easy.
When I t him, he was at the end of his rope, going to underground racing tracks to race with others.
He’d lost a race and didn’t even have money for living expenses.
If I hadn’t kindly given him food and a place to sleep, even his basic needs would have been a problem,” Bo Jingshen casually recounted the past.
Su Lu blinked, recalling that Jiang Li had ntioned his past too, but he only spoke of Bo Jingshen, never ntioning himself.
Now, Bo Jingshen was doing the sa, speaking only of Jiang Li, never of himself.
People, especially n, seed to have a habit of keeping silent about the hardships they endured.
They only want others to see their current powerful and capable side, as if they’d rather silence any witnesses to their past vulnerabilities.
“His parents…” Su Lu bit her lip; it’s not that she wanted to pry into Jiang Li’s personal affairs and family matters.
The truth was, Su Lu felt that if she didn’t find a topic to talk about, she would end up asking the questions she most wanted to ask.
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