Chapter 552 A ssy dinner for Jiang Zhen (3)
The second plate was much better but compared to how Jiang Zhen expected an exquisite taste from this luxurious five-star hotel's brand - It was quite unappealing. It wasn't bad, but it wasn't satisfying either.
He threw a frustrated glance at the rest of them.
Why are they enjoying it so much as if they are in heaven!
Lihua was practically stuffing the food into her mouth like a squirrel. Only Jiang Zhen had it unsavory. He regretted coming to the hotel.
Damn it, who recomnded this place? Oh yeah, it was Shen Yang! How dare he suggest this awful place!?
At the Jiang villa, Shen Yang sneezed. He rubbed his nose.
Chang Fang frowned. "Got a cold?"
He waved his hand. A creepy glint flickered in his eyes as he sneered. "I have heard that you sneeze if sobody is thinking about you."
"Yeah, that's so old belief," he shrugged.
"Well…I think sobody special is rembering now. I should definitely go to check it out."
Chang Fang narrowed his eyes.
"...Yeah."
Over dinner, Lihua saw Jiang Zhen mumbling curses at his food. It filled her with satisfaction seeing his distraught expression.
Serves you right, bastard!
She once again threw a glance around the floor, but didn't see Wei anywhere. Not Fu Renshu and ng Ya either. She exhaled in disappointnt.
Such a bumr.
But she didn't know that for Jiang Zhen, the evening was going to be even more of a bumr other than just bad food.
"What a coincidence to see you here, Mr. Jiang?" Sobody spoke in English. It was an Arican accent, and the voice had slight trouble pronouncing the 'Jiang.'
Jiang Zhen raised his head. He blinked as he got overwheld with shock. His mouth fell open.
"...Charles?"
The tall, white man who greeted them was an Arican with dirty blonde hair and brown eyes. He gave a wide smile showing so of his crooked teeth. There was a deep scar on his neck, giving him a hideous look.
Ruru brought his teddy bear closer to his chest and scooter over to Lihua's side. She patted his head. "You don't have to be afraid."
He nodded but still remained closer to her side. He pulled Qingqing on his lap, and he instantly felt a lot better.
Qingqing hissed slightly by this new appearance. Her sharp eyes studied him with curiosity.
Jiang Zhen's eyes clouded with danger. "What are you doing here, Charles?"
He smiled. "I recently ca to China for so business. I am here on a date and such a happy coincidence eting you here. The last ti we saw each other was in New York, wasn't it?"
Lihua popped in a piece of delicious at inside her mouth as she observed him. His English accent was a little difficult to understand for Lihua. She had studied the language for the Public Relations degree, and now it was coming to good use. She wasn't just used to the accent.
Jiang Zhen narrowed his eyes. "Is this really a coincidence?"
Charles laughed. "Co on. You are still as suspicious as ever," he leaned and whispered, "The Arican Underworld already belongs to you. I already gave up on the title of the Mafia King."
Her eyes slightly widened in surprise.
Arican Underworld? Mafia King? So like…Wei?
Then she thought why not?
If there was the Chinese Mafia, then why not the Arican Underworld too?
Lihua got more and more curious about this conversation.
He said he gave up on that title. The Arican Underworld belongs to Jiang Zhen.
Does that an he took control over the Western Mafia too just like he did here? Interesting.
Then it clicked that Wei was here as the secret chef and Fu Renshu and ng Ya as the secret waiters.
Is it really a coincidence?
Jiang Zhen didn't respond to his statent.
Charles's gaze fell on the others, and he bead. "Oh so impolite of not to introduce myself. I am Charles Millers. Mr. Jiang and I are good friends from New York, right, Jiang Zhen?"
He said nothing. Charles was just like Wei's counterpart in Arica. Ever since Jiang Shan had escaped to Arica after the accident set up by his brother, he and then him were at constant bloody wars with the Arican Mafia to beco the ruler.
The Miller family ruled the dark world, but so Chinese immigrants wanted to forcefully take control of that world. The thought of Asians ruling the black market and such was a huge humiliation for the Miller family.
But Jiang Shan was soone who didn't give up no matter how much he was ostracized for his race and ethnicity. They were always at odds, and nobody really won until Jiang Zhen played a dirty trick and snatched his seat.
Jiang Shan was powerful and influential in his own right, but it was in Jiang Zhen's generation that the Arican Mafia truly belonged to the Jiang family. The Miller family was cast aside.
But now suddenly seeing Charles in the country couldn't help but make Jiang Zhen alard and wary of him.
Charles looked at Jiang Hua and smiled. "Mrs. Jiang, isn't it? Oh and this is your son, Ruru, right? He is five already. Ti passes so quickly."
He was speaking in English which Jiang Hua hadn't learned. She panicked and straightened in nervousness. She didn't understand what he was saying.
"Umm…"
The others giggled at her seeing her falter, which made her cheeks flush in embarrassnt.
Jiang Zhen looked away in disdain.
Useless!
Lihua whispered to her ear. "He is just doing casual talk. Just nod."
Jiang Hua quickly smiled and nodded.
"Great! And you…" he squinted his eyes at Lihua. "I have never seen you before," he then noticed her belly. "Oh, congratulations!"
Lihua smiled. "Thank you."
He alternated his gaze between her and Jiang Zhen. "So…is this sort of a double date or sothing? Where is your husband?"
Lihua threw a disdainful glance at Jiang Zhen. "Yes, Jiang Zhen. Tell . Where is my husband? After all, you have your wife and son here. It's odd if a strange woman is interfering in a family date, right?"
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