Chapter 40 - 40 40 Conventional Communication

40: Chapter 40 Conventional Communication?

40: Chapter 40 Conventional Communication?

Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio Su Lu instantly detected a chilly coldness, only feeling that Su Yukan was talking too much with that mention of Gu Xin for no reason!

The man sitting opposite seemed to have a Gu Xin-triggered syndrome.

No matter how good the mood was, once he heard the name Gu Xin, the clear sky turned cloudy.

Su Lu couldn’t be bothered to talk more with Su Yukan and ended the call.

Bo Jingshen stared coldly, silently sipping his coffee.

Fortunately, Jiang Li came in shortly, sneaking in through the hotel door.

He glanced at the back of Su Jiao waiting in the lobby and then quickly ran up to the second floor.

“Phew… Phew…”

Jiang Li was panting heavily, unsure if it was from anger or running.

Rushing to their table, he picked up that untouched glass of lemon water by Bo Jingshen’s hand and gulped it down.

“What are you running for?”

“How dare you ask!” Jiang Li glared at Bo Jingshen, “Didn’t you tell me to hurry?”

Su Lu couldn’t help but size up the well-known playboy of Feng City.

He seemed quite different from her imagination, a bit too obedient?

“Want something to eat?” Bo Jingshen asked.

Jiang Li waved his hand, “Not hungry, I’ve eaten.”

“Alright.” Bo Jingshen lifted his chin towards downstairs, “Go on.”

Jiang Li almost laughed out of anger, “You think I’m Pikachu?

What do you mean ‘go on’…”

Su Lu’s mouth couldn’t keep from twitching.

Jiang Li glanced at her, and Su Lu lowered her eyes silently, looking like an innocent little animal.

“Sigh, Su Lu, in the end, isn’t this all your fault?” Jiang Li’s tone carried no blame, just a bit of helplessness.

Su Lu, “…You can’t say that, after all, she did come here for you…

or your fame.”

Jiang Li couldn’t believe his ears as he looked at Su Lu.

He hadn’t noticed before, but she had a bit of a humorous streak.

Quite a surprise!

Jiang Li, like a hero marching to the battlefield, said, “Alright.

I’m going!

Both of you…”

He looked at Bo Jingshen, “If you don’t invest in me, it’s plain injustice,” then looked at Su Lu, “And if you don’t cooperate with me on that project, it’s ungrateful!”

Su Lu clasped her hands together, rubbing them up and down like a fly, full of pleading.

Compared to his hurried steps when he came.

Jiang Li’s steps downstairs were much more unsteady.

Seeing him go down, Su Lu quietly asked Bo Jingshen, “Are we being too hard on Jiang Li?”

“Not really.” Bo Jingshen glanced at her, “Jiang Er is like you.”

“Hm?” Su Lu didn’t understand.

“Very used to these situations and handling them.” Bo Jingshen’s tone was plain without mockery or irony.

Su Lu, “I didn’t…”

Bo Jingshen didn’t wait for her to deny it and added lightly, “It’s the normal socializing of high society.”

Su Lu wanted to argue but remembering the times she attended social events – including that time at Yunding – she’d run into Bo Jingshen three times.

And once was a business deal, another time in Hai City when Liu Qiming forced her to drink, where Bo Jingshen had saved her…

She didn’t have the confidence to argue back.

Downstairs, Jiang Li approached Su Jiao.

With a flawless smile that probably was what Bo Jingshen referred to as the usual high society smile.

And as soon as Su Jiao saw Jiang Li, her previously twisted face due to anger instantly softened into a charming smile, as if her earlier gloom never existed.

The two even appeared to be chatting happily.

It’s undeniable that frequent participation in such scenes honed their skills.

When Bo Jingshen and Su Lu almost finished their meal, they saw Su Jiao and Jiang Li leaving the hotel lobby together, no one knew where to go.

“Let’s go,” Bo Jingshen said, “Anyway, it’s not the first time Su Yukan has tried to match those two up, Jiang Li can handle it.”

“Really…

He’s got it rough.” Su Lu said.

Bo Jingshen, “Don’t worry about Jiang Er, even all the socialites in Quanfeng City won’t get to him, he has someone in his heart.

This is all surface-level socializing.”

Su Lu and Bo Jingshen returned to their room.

Originally, she thought there would be some awkwardness, but there was absolutely none; one occupied the desk, the other the dining table, both handling their business tasks, oddly harmonious.

It felt just like the old days when Bo Jingshen would study for exams and Su Lu would do her painting.

In the same space, without interfering with each other, very harmonious, very in sync.

Su Yukan didn’t call to continue his scolding, probably satisfied with Jiang Li and Su Jiao meeting up.

He just sent a message: “This is better!

Sisters should support each other!

Otherwise, why did I raise you all these years?

Anyway, see if you can bring Jiao Jiao and President Bo together?

I heard from Liu Qiming that you are quite familiar with President Bo?”

Su Lu ignored it and turned off her phone screen, focusing on the document on her computer.

By noon, she finally finished first, closed her laptop, and at the tea station, she hand-ground some coffee beans.

Putting the fragrant coffee powder into a moka pot, she brewed a pot of rich, black coffee.

Su Lu took a sip and let out a satisfied little sigh.

Then she poured another cup, tiptoed into the inner room, and placed it on the desk.

Bo Jingshen looked up at her.

“I brewed it.

Give it a try,” Su Lu said.

Bo Jingshen took a sip, surprised by the good taste, his eyebrows raised.

He took another sip, checked his watch, then stood with his cup, “Let’s go.”

“Where to?” Su Lu asked, holding her cup, blinking at him.

“Jiang Li got his yacht, said we’re testing it out in Hai City, throwing a yacht party.

Today.”

“Today?” Su Lu thought of Jiang Li and Su Jiao leaving together this morning…

She didn’t voice her thoughts, but Bo Jingshen seemed to guess.

Bo Jingshen said, “He’s probably against handling Su Jiao alone.”

It seemed she was indeed a hard person to deal with.

Thinking about Su Jiao’s temperament, Su Lu found it understandable.

But before the yacht club, the car first went to the hospital.

Both seemed quite in sync on this.

Bo Jingshen: “I need to change my dressing, you should go to the dermatology center first.

I’ll come to find you when I’m done.”

Su Lu didn’t agree with his arrangement, she shook her head, “I’ll go with you first to change your dressing.”

Bo Jingshen was silent for a few seconds, then nodded, “Alright.”

The treatment room didn’t prohibit accompaniment, so Su Lu sat on the side, watching the nurse remove the dressing from his wound, snip the fine stitches resembling centipede legs, and pull out the black pieces of thread from his flesh.

Her fingertips unconsciously dug into her palm, some sticky blood oozing out.