Chapter 9 - Is It Because I Didn’t Wear Black Stockings Today?

    Chapter 9: Is It Because I Didn’t Wear Black Stockings Today?

    “Are you done taking photos?” Jiang Che asked Song Yuru with a smile, seemingly not upset.

    “Done...” Song Yuru stammered, looking quite embarrassed.

    “How about taking a few more inside the car?” Jiang Che suggested, opening the car door for Song Yuru, while internally formulating his own plan.

    Winning over Lin Xiyan was not easy; she wasn’t swayed by mere looks, so his handsome face had little effect on her. She trusted her own instincts and pursued what she believed was right.

    Ye Chen, in the original story, had to learn various arts to barely win Lin Xiyan’s approval. Jiang Che didn’t have such diverse talents, so he thought of starting with Song Yuru, Lin Xiyan’s close friend.

    If Song Yuru could speak in his favor, he believed Lin Xiyan would become curious about him.

    ...

    “Can I?” Song Yuru hesitated.

    “Of course, feel free,” Jiang Che replied. Song Yuru wasted no time, climbed into the car, and started snapping photos.

    “Miss Lin Xiyan, right? Your guqin performance today was very beautiful,” Jiang Che initiated a conversation with Lin Xiyan, turning to her with a smile.

    “We’ll be going then, bye~” Song Yuru said happily after getting Jiang Che’s contact information, looking back repeatedly as she left.

    Jiang Che didn’t linger, got into his sports car, and drove off. The car sped up and soon disappeared into the night.

    ...

    “He’s gone, stop looking,” Lin Xiyan laughed at Song Yuru’s infatuated expression. She had never noticed her friend’s crush before.

    “My husband is so handsome. I can’t believe I actually talked to him today...” Song Yuru was lost in her thoughts, not responding to Lin Xiyan.

    Lin Xiyan: .........

    Crouching Dragon Mountain Villa, Jiang Che returned home at midnight. After parking, he went straight to his bedroom and fell into a deep sleep.

    The next afternoon, he woke up groggily, got dressed in a suit, and went downstairs, planning to handle some serious matters.

    “You’re awake, young master,” said Aqing, standing by the dining table in her maid’s uniform, bowing slightly. “I’ve prepared your favorite lotus seed porridge. Would you like to eat now?”

    Jiang Che shook his head as he walked past the living room. “You eat; I have some errands to run today and won’t be eating at home.” His casual departure left Aqing feeling somewhat lost.

    “Why didn’t the young master smile at me today?” she wondered, recalling his gaze wandering over her the day before when she wore black stockings.