257: Chapter 253: Arrival 257: Chapter 253: Arrival “Who was it that whispered in my ear, saying their love for me would never change, all because of that one phrase…”
Jiang Zhendong was listless, sitting on the sofa in the living room, holding the TV remote, repeatedly pressing the buttons at the large color TV not far away.
Channel after channel was playing the popular drama “New Legend of White Snake.”
He had absolutely no interest in such melodramatic serials.
In his view, the show was morally skewed; he was wealthy and powerful and liked women only.
The idea of “sun snakes” gave him nothing but goosebumps.
Unable to find a TV show he liked, Jiang Zhendong turned off the TV and casually tossed the remote onto the coffee table in front of him.
He took out a cigarette and lit it for himself.
According to his original plan, he was set to return to the USA right after the New Year.
In the decadent capitalist country, as long as you have money, you can do whatever you want.
As for women, a flick of his banknotes was all it took to have many willing to join him in wild parties.
No matter how debauched he was abroad, after a few years, he would still return as an overseas returnee, part of the elite class.
Staying in Capital City required maintaining an image, wearing a mask, which was exhausting!
Moreover, because he had stripped and thrown a tantrum at someone else’s engagement party before the New Year.
When he went out, people in the circle always looked at him strangely.
It was merely behind-the-scenes pointing for him, which was tolerable, but some guys were utterly unrestrained, ridiculing him to his face.
Every outing exposed him to such incidents, driving Jiang Zhendong to extreme frustration.
For a while, he simply stopped going out and stayed home all the time.
The cigarette he had just lit was only half-smoked when he, distressed and confused, stubbed it out.
He picked up the phone near the sofa and directly called his Uncle Jiang Limin.
“Hello, Uncle, didn’t you say Mr.
Murakami’s senior brother was coming over these days?”
“Where is he?
Has he arrived?”
“If it’s going to be this slow and we never meet, I can’t be bothered to wait, and I’m planning to head back to the USA!”
He dialed his uncle Jiang Limin’s mobile number.
Although the mobile signal was often criticized, Jiang Zhendong was lucky; after a few rings, the call connected.
The lifestyle he had been enduring lately was extremely depressing and suffocating.
If it weren’t for the hatred in his heart, fueling his desire to find the mastermind who almost tarnished his reputation and take fierce revenge.
He would have probably boarded a flight to the USA ten or eight days ago.
“Don’t worry, Dong, Mr.
Murakami and I are at the airport right now.”
“The influential person he invited has been successfully received; we’re getting ready to head your way.”
“Have some fine drinks and dishes ready; we’ll be there in less than an hour.”
…
On the other end of the phone, Uncle Jiang Limin spoke cheerfully.
While talking to Jiang Zhendong, he seemed to be chatting with someone else as well, occasionally splicing in a few words in a foreign language.
“They’ve already arrived?
Good, good, good…”
“I’ll notify the nearby restaurant right now, have them quickly prepare a fine meal and deliver it here!”
This exciting news left Jiang Zhendong somewhat beside himself.
After hanging up the phone with Uncle Jiang Limin, he immediately located the number for a nearby restaurant and called it.
Cooking for himself was something he absolutely disdained.
When he stayed in his Siheyuan residence, whenever he was hungry, he always just made a call to a nearby restaurant to arrange the meal and have it delivered here.
He was well-practiced in handling such matters.
Half an hour later, several servers from a nearby restaurant had delivered the meals they had prepared for him to his dining room.
Another fifteen minutes passed, and Jiang Limin, Murakami Taro, and a long-haired woman in a white, loose-fitting long dress had already appeared before Jiang Zhendong.
The woman looked to be in her thirties.
Although her looks were not stunningly beautiful, she was undeniably pretty.
The only criticism one might have was that this woman seemed overly cold.
Not just her complexion, but all the skin she exposed was extremely pale, devoid of any hint of color.
“Uncle, Mr.
Murakami, this lady—is she the expert you spoke of?”
Jiang Zhendong eyed the woman up and down several times, and asked his uncle for confirmation.
“Damn it!”
Perhaps she was irked by his words, her expression darkened, and she huffed coldly.
The next moment, Jiang Zhendong was struck with terror, completely frozen on the spot.
In his vision, it seemed as though the surroundings had completely changed.
He now found himself in a vast snowy landscape, with heavy snow swirling in the sky, and a woman with white hair and eyebrows, shrouded in a white robe, slowly walking toward him.
Just as he was trying to make out what she really looked like, the woman lifted her veil.
Then, a huge gaping mouth suddenly lunged at him…
“Ah…” Jiang Zhendong screamed.
He fell to the ground and, after several rolls, tucked himself under the dining table, clutching one of the table legs and began trembling uncontrollably.
“Senior Sister Ono, no!” Murakami Taro, who was nearby, promptly intervened, standing in front of the woman.
Then, the two of them murmured to each other.
Jiang Zhendong, holding the table leg and shivering, suddenly saw his vision return to normal in a blink.
He was massively embarrassed, quickly crawled out from under the table, and stood up.
When he looked at the woman again, his eyes clearly showed evident fear.
“Young Master Jiang, this is my Senior Sister, Ono Sari!”
“She has been in seclusion for many years and is not very familiar with worldly ways; she didn’t mean anything by her actions just now.”
“She merely sensed some malice from you.”
“It’s purely a misunderstanding, don’t take it to heart!”
With a face full of apology, Murakami Taro bowed several times to Jiang Zhendong, explaining earnestly.
The people from Japan are known for their attention to etiquette.
Murakami Taro’s actions, whether sincere or not, at least gave the impression of heartfelt sincerity.
“It doesn’t matter, it doesn’t matter; it was my own presumption just now!”
Jiang Zhendong waved his hands repeatedly.
His fright seemed much alleviated after Murakami Taro’s apology.
But when he looked at the woman named Ono Sari, his gaze was still filled with fear.
“As long as it’s a misunderstanding, let’s clear it up!” Jiang Limin, who was standing aside, quickly tried to smooth things over with a laugh.
Honestly, he did not know exactly what had just happened to his nephew.
He had only seen Ono Sari raise her head to glance at his nephew.
Then, that embarrassing nephew of his had just fallen to the ground and rolled under the table.
“Mr.
Murakami, Miss Ono, I’m not sure if the food from Capital City suits your taste!”
“Come, please sit down.
The dishes are still hot.
My nephew put a lot of effort into preparing this table; please, let’s not waste it!”
Pointing to the prepared wine and dishes on the dining table, Jiang Limin smiled and called to the two Japanese guests again.