President Wang drove to a mall in which the group held shares. She usually had all her purchases billed uniformly here—very convenient—and she liked coming.
Of course, the main reason was that there were few people.
After stepping in with President Wang, Jiang Chen immediately felt something was off. For a shopping mall, it was far too quiet.
She turned to look at President Wang. The blonde woman, a head taller than her, was on the phone.
From the fragments of words coming from her mouth, it was clear she was assigning work to subordinates.
Capitalist.
Jiang Chen deducted a point from President Wang in her mind. Then she quickened her pace by two steps, creating some distance between them.
Seeming to notice the girl’s unhappiness, President Wang hung up the phone and hurried to catch up.
“What’s wrong?”
Jiang Chen didn’t respond, just kept walking forward.
President Wang touched a strand of her hanging hair. She wasn’t very good at understanding what girls this age were thinking.
Gritting her teeth, she simply grabbed the other’s hand. Jiang Chen was yanked to a stop and turned back with a frown to look at President Wang.
“You’re walking ahead on your own. I’ll think you’re angry. Can you tell me why?”
President Wang’s tone was a bit stiff. She had never coaxed anyone before; her way of speaking was like how she communicated with people at the company.
Jiang Chen stared at the hand holding hers for a while before slowly saying.
“Do you make your subordinates work overtime every day?”
President Wang was puzzled, but she still explained honestly to the little girl.
“It depends on the situation. If a project is busy, there will be endless work… I spend most of my time working overtime at the company too.”
The words “workaholic” seemed etched on President Wang’s face. Jiang Chen didn’t know how she could tell.
At the same time, she was surprised by her own boldness. When they first met, she had been quite afraid of the other party. Now she could converse with President Wang very calmly.
President Wang didn’t treat her entirely like a child either and wouldn’t brush off her questions, which Jiang Chen appreciated.
Plus one point.
Jiang Chen suddenly laughed—at her own boring scoring game and at the slight uplift in her mood.
She seemed to have temporarily forgotten the mess her life had become under the wristband’s influence. Right now, she was just the girl Jiang Chen.
President Wang didn’t know why she was laughing, but seeing Jiang Chen happy, she breathed a sigh of relief.
The hands they held didn’t let go. To outsiders, they looked like a pair of sisters with a great relationship.
“Do you come here often, sister?”
Jiang Chen had just been casually browsing, but when she saw President Wang enter a store, a familiar sales advisor immediately came to greet her.
Though Jiang Chen couldn’t quite read these people’s smiles, she could feel their enthusiasm.
Even she herself received the most attentive care.
“Try this one.”
President Wang had been looking at a dress when she suddenly turned to Jiang Chen.
Her action was casual, as if she were holding up the most ordinary dress from a wholesale market. The clerk also came over to speak for her “#” .
“Miss, you can try it on. This is a new arrival in our store.”
Jiang Chen didn’t know how to refuse, so she took the dress and went into the fitting room. Seeing the price on the tag, she couldn’t help but tsk.
As expected of President Wang.
Jiang Chen complained in her mind.
She took off her smoke-gray dress and looked at the girl in the fitting mirror with smooth skin. The lemon-yellow bra lifted her impressive assets, and below her slim waist were straight and even legs.
Jiang Chen stood on tiptoe and held the dress up to her chest to compare.
It somehow doesn’t feel quite right for her.
When she came out after changing, President Wang, waiting outside, looked over immediately. Her first glance was one of amazement, then her brows furrowed slightly, as if a perfect piece of art had a flaw.
This store’s style was more mature, suited to her tall and slender figure.
No matter how President Wang looked, she wasn’t satisfied. She was about to ask the clerk to bring other options when she saw Jiang Chen go back to the fitting room and change out of it.
“Let’s go.” Jiang Chen glanced at her phone. She had been out long enough, and Mom was still waiting at home.
She couldn’t stay out all night and worry her.
President Wang thought Jiang Chen didn’t like the clothes here and prepared to take her to another store.
But Jiang Chen suddenly tugged at the corner of President Wang’s clothes, hesitated for a moment, and said.
“I want you to take me somewhere.”
President Wang nodded. The two took the elevator to the underground parking lot, and then Jiang Chen gave the address.
After starting navigation, President Wang noticed it was a pedestrian street not far from Jiang Chen’s home.
The car headed back toward the old town. During the drive, Jiang Chen kept checking her phone frequently.
“Family urging you to go home?” This time was indeed late for a student.
President Wang was stunned after saying this. She felt like she had missed some information.
Something important… but she couldn’t recall it for the moment.
“Sort of.” Another vague answer.
President Wang felt the car was stuffy and lowered the window a bit. The cool evening breeze blew in, making her feel much clearer.
The car stopped by the roadside. Jiang Chen pointed to a clothing store still lit up and whispered to President Wang.
“I’m going to buy something. It’ll be quick.”
After getting out, Jiang Chen jogged all the way. She thought she needed to buy some clothes before going back; otherwise, when she transformed back, she couldn’t enter the house in a dress.
President Wang looked at the mannequin in the window display, her expression not great.
Why is Jiang Chen going into a men’s clothing store at this hour?
She suddenly realized she knew far too little about this girl, to the point where seeing this action left her completely clueless.
Jiang Chen soon came out carrying a bag. She still had some pocket money left—enough to buy a set of clothes.
Letting out a breath of relief in her heart, when she got into the passenger seat, she noticed President Wang’s unmasked gaze.
She was staring at the bag in her hand, her eyes even showing a hint of indignation?
Jiang Chen couldn’t quite understand the other’s sudden mood shift. She lowered her head to look at the clothes in her bag.
Men’s clothing…
Ah—Jiang Chen finally reacted. President Wang was about to speak when she heard the girl stammering an explanation.
Her flushed cheeks were just like their first meeting.
“Um, this is for my cousin… the son of the aunt you saw today.”
“Cousin?”
President Wang didn’t say much. Jiang Chen’s somewhat clumsy excuse made her uncomfortable.
Though she felt she had no standing to say anything, it still annoyed her.
“It really is for my cousin.” Seeing President Wang didn’t seem to believe her, Jiang Chen explained again.
“Hmm, your cousin—is he related to you by blood?”
President Wang suddenly leaned in. Under her distinct eyelashes were eyes that made one instinctively stare. Jiang Chen could see herself in them.
“Of course…”
It’s me myself—do you believe that? Jiang Chen swallowed the second half of the sentence.
President Wang pulled back. She started the car and turned around. Though she didn’t say whether she believed it, Jiang Chen felt her emotions had calmed down.
Probably? Jiang Chen looked at President Wang’s profile, unable to fully confirm her guess.
“Um…”
“Back to Binhe Community?”
“Yes…” Jiang Chen lowered her head to look at the wristband.
President Wang wasn’t as calm on the surface. She realized she had found what she had overlooked earlier.
When introducing herself to that aunt, she had said she was her sister—if that person was really Jiang Chen’s relative, wouldn’t she know whether this sister was real or fake?