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Ji Chi encountered Jiang Junlin outside the hospital. The hospital was bustling with people, and the exit was slow-moving. As he was leaving, Jiang Junlin was queuing up in his car to exit the hospital. Ji Chi recognized his car.

Jiang Junlin was a privileged young man nurtured by a scholarly family. For five generations, his ancestors were all literary scholars. From the patriarch and matriarch to him, they were all top students from prestigious institutions across the country. This upbringing imbued him with an air of refinement and restraint.

His approach was much more low-key compared to the flamboyant and domineering second-generation rich in City A. He drove an inconspicuous black bulletproof off-road vehicle, the only flashy element being his license plate.

As Ji Chi was about to leave while waiting for his ride, he lightly tapped on the car window.

Jiang Junlin rolled down the window and looked at him. “What’s up?”

“Mr. Jiang, mind giving me a lift?” Ji Chi’s eyes curved mischievously.

“You didn’t drive?”

“I took a taxi.” Ji Chi winked.

Jiang Junlin took a deep breath, resisted the urge to say something, and passed by Ji Chi’s sports car when leaving the hospital. Among the sea of black and white cars in the underground parking lot, Ji Chi’s bright orange sports car stood out conspicuously.

As the car in front moved slowly, Jiang Junlin rolled up the window. Ji Chi smiled and walked around, effortlessly opened the car door, and Jiang Junlin hadn’t locked it.

He sat in the passenger seat and fastened his seatbelt.

Inside Jiang Junlin’s car, there was a scent of sandalwood. Ji Chi leaned back and Jiang Junlin asked, “How do you know Ziyu?”

“I’m good with words, a master of lies,” Ji Chi shrugged and whistled. “Do you believe that?”

Jiang Junlin took out his phone, scanned a QR code, made a payment, and left the hospital. “Ziyu joined National Security, stop plotting against him.”

Ji Chi remained silent, looking out the window at the passing scenery. If not for Lu Shijie’s death sentence, he wouldn’t have thought about investigating this matter yet. Mainly because the domestic environment was rigid, no one would have expected Chen Liangdong to nurture Gu Ziyu. It was against the rules and the system. Ji Chi had been quite shocked when he received the information.

“It’s quite unexpected,” Ji Chi said. “From the moment he appeared, I was surprised. One day, while sunbathing at sea, 1 received a call from Gu Ziyu. He recognized me and wanted to help me rise in position. If he weren’t Gu Ci’s child, he’d be a corpse by now.”

He had reported this to Lu Zhiyuan right away.

Once Lu Zhiyuan took over the matter, Ji Chi didn’t inquire further.

“Does he have a grudge with Black Hawk?” Jiang Junlin asked.

Ji Chi nodded, the tone suggesting there was indeed a grudge, a grudge that wouldn’t end until one of them was dead.

Jiang Junlin pondered for a moment. Ji Chi smiled, “Did Mr. Jiang invite me into the car just to ask about Gu Ziyu?”

“Why else?”

Ji Chi grinned mischievously, “I thought you wanted some oranges.”

Jiang Junlin pressed the accelerator, stopping the car on the overpass. He said coldly, “Get out!”

Ji Chi hadn’t expected him to lack manners like this. He spread his hands, “Are you sure?”

This was an overpass; parking wasn’t allowed. He abruptly stopped, and cars behind him started honking. Ji Chi smiled somewhat cryptically, “The bridge is under surveillance, and Mr. Jiang’s license plate is so conspicuous. If tonight’s news broadcast features this video clip, it won’t be good for anyone to see.”

Cars were piling up in a queue behind them. Jiang Junlin, not wanting to cause a traffic jam, had no choice but to drive forward. Ji Chi propped up his chin and chuckled.

Jiang Junlin knew Ji Chi had been observing him all along. In the small car, all that could be heard was Ji Chi’s captivating laughter, like a hook, tugging at someone’s heartstrings.

“Hua Lan Bank’s President Jiang Junlin kicks Black Hawk’s Vice President off the car on an overpass. Care to guess how much market value Hualan Bank and Black Hawk will lose?”

Jiang Junlin remained silent.

Ji Chi said, “Mr. Jiang, a bit of grace wouldn’t hurt.”

Ji Chi was someone who couldn’t stay idle. He fiddled with his car’s music, looking at Jiang Junlin’s playlist. He had been listening to ancient-style songs lately, and two of them were collaborations between Gu Ci and Zhou Li.

“Your taste in music seems to have changed quite a bit.”

Jiang Junlin said lightly, “Year after year, change is inevitable.”

Ji Chi nodded, then deleted Jiang Junlin’s playlist. “1 don’t like it.”

Jiang Junlin watched as Ji Chi downloaded a bunch of heavy metal rock music, his movements smooth and fluid. He didn’t say anything. Ji Chi remarked, “Mr. Jiang, as you grow older, you need some stimulating music.”

After fiddling with his car’s music, Ji Chi opened the compartment, seemingly looking for something new. Jiang Junlin was a clean person; there weren’t many miscellaneous items in the car. Ji Chi appeared disappointed, flipping through a magazine in the compartment. It turned out to be a financial magazine, which he found uninteresting.

“Uninteresting.”

“Ji Chi, you are Lu Zhiyuan’s exclusive designer.”

Ji Chi closed the magazine and put it back into the compartment in front of the passenger seat. He smiled and said, “His battle attire, all designed by me, including the phoenix pattern on the racing car. Does Mr. Jiang want to hire me as a designer?”

His gaze once again boldly swept over him, as if shrouded in mist, thin and cold, yet teasing. “Mr. Jiang’s great physique is a feast for my eyes, free of charge.”

Jiang Junlin was direct, “You’ve been expending too much energy on Cici and Ziyu for no apparent reason. It makes me wonder what the relationship between Lu Zhiyuan and you really is!”

Ji Chi shrugged, “Designer and his troublesome wealthy client.”

“I’ve looked into Dragon Phoenix Tower’s information.” Jiang Junlin stopped the car slowly at a red light. He braked gently and spoke, “Lu Zhiyuan is Dragon Phoenix Tower’s sole distinguished client. Your design style is famous even overseas; you’ve held exhibitions and earned the favor of European royalty. Countless princesses and queens who requested custom gowns from you were uninterested, but you’re interested in Lu Zhiyuan?”

“Third Young Master is beautiful,” Ji Chi’s tone dragged out with a hint of allure. “1 like beautiful people. Would Mr. Jiang be jealous?”

Jiang Junlin sneered, “The threshold for international luxury brands is extremely high. Only princes and aristocrats, international superstars, can get custom gowns. Lu Zhiyuan is a world champion; you custom-design battle attire for him, yet it’s not even publicized. Unless someone thoroughly investigates, no one would know. That’s quite intriguing. Now, you’re inexplicably getting close to Gu Ziyu and treating Cici respectfully. You’re not the type to warm up to someone at first sight. It’s natural for me to be suspicious.”

The light turned green, and Jiang Junlin moved forward again.

Ji Chi’s smile grew more pronounced. “Third Young Master looks like my short-lived lover. Would Mr. Jiang believe that reason?”

Those words hit Jiang Junlin like a punch to his gut. He suddenly turned the steering wheel and stopped at the roadside, then unlocked the car, saying, “Get out!”

The atmosphere between the two was like a looming storm, ready to shatter everything in its path.

Ji Chi sneered coldly, unfastened his seatbelt crisply, got out of the car, and slammed the door shut..