Seeing Jiang Chuan agree, Qiu Weiming smiled widely and said, "Xiaochuan, I really admire you. And as the Divine King, ranked first on the divine list, I have confidence in you, you will surely win over that girl's heart, Qianyu."
"Hehe!"
Jiang Chuan let out a dry laugh.
Immediately afterward, Qiu Weiming stood up, checked the time, gently patted Jiang Chuan on the shoulder, and said, "It's getting late, you should head back early too. In the next couple of days, I'll talk to Qianyu."
"Mmm!" Jiang Chuan nodded.
Qiu Weiming didn't say anything more and walked slowly towards the outside of the bar with his bodyguards. But after taking a couple of steps, he suddenly stopped as if remembering something. He retrieved an envelope from his pocket, turned around, and placed it in front of Jiang Chuan, saying, "This is something your grandfather wanted me to give you. And this one too."
Then he placed a jade pendant on top of the envelope.
After Qiu Weiming left, Jiang Chuan sat alone at the bar, staring at the envelope and jade pendant placed before him. He slowly reached out and picked up both items.
This jade pendant was an ancient piece, plain and unremarkable, but inside it gleamed a crimson hue, red like a sun, radiating brilliant light.
Frowning slightly, Jiang Chuan felt a sense of déjà vu with this jade pendant. It took him a while to recall, he had once seen an identical jade pendant with Qiu Qianyu.
However, the inside of Qiu Qianyu's pendant was different; this one bore a sun, while Qiu Qianyu's had a crescent moon.
After looking at it for a long time, Jiang Chuan carefully put the jade pendant away and opened the envelope, only to find it contained not a letter, but a photo, depicting a kind, elderly man laughing joyfully.
"Grandfather." Jiang Chuan murmured, his eyes slightly moist: "Why?"
Ten years ago, despite his protests, his grandfather insisted on sending him to the Devil's Training Camp in Africa. There, he experienced the law of the jungle, lingering between life and death with hands stained by blood, losing count of how many people he killed to survive.
Once, he hated, he resented. But a decade had passed, and his grandfather was now gone. His hatred dissipated, his resentment faded, leaving only endless longing.
"Alone?"
At that moment, a figure flitted by, a woman appeared beside Jiang Chuan, holding a wine glass, smiling charmingly at him, and said flirtatiously.
A faint fragrance wafted through the air, Jiang Chuan took a deep breath before glancing at the stunning woman smiling with a wine glass in hand beside him.
An exquisite beauty.
Upon seeing her, Jiang Chuan couldn't help but take a few more glances. Her delicate oval face was breathtakingly beautiful, with long burgundy hair tied up high, wearing a red dress, black silk stockings extending from her feet upward into the short skirt.
With her full bust, shapely hips, and slender waist, her body formed a perfect S shape.
Around thirty-two to thirty-three years old, she exuded a mature and sensual allure; every smile, every gesture could capture countless men's hearts, making them fall at her feet.
Elegant and poised.
To describe this woman, Jiang Chuan could only use these two idioms.
Qiu Qianyu was also a stunning beauty, but her beauty was cold, like a never-melting iceberg that one couldn't help wanting to conquer.
However, the woman before him was like a blazing rose, enticing and tempting.
Every smile was full of charm, carrying a seductiveness that no man could resist, her beauty was simply soul-stealing, it would not be an exaggeration to say she could ruin nations.
"Do you see anyone else beside me?"
Jiang Chuan glanced at her lightly, then looked away, picked up his glass, took a sip, and said coldly.
Hearing this, the charming woman was slightly stunned, surprised by Jiang Chuan's distant demeanor, even wondering if her allure had diminished.
In the past, every man who saw her was like a cat seeing a fish, eager to gobble her up, but this man seemed completely unfazed, seemingly uninterested in her.
Still, the charming woman wasn't angry, and with a persistent smile, said, "I'm Yang Qingya, how about we become friends?"
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