It’s not even nine in the evening yet.

Jiang Chen had already finished his shower, drying his hair with one hand while using his phone with the other, liking posts on his social media feed.

He rarely posts on his own feed, but that doesn’t mean others don’t.

Boss Jiang’s friend list used to barely hit double digits, but if you bloom, the butterflies naturally come; his friend list has expanded quite a bit since then.

Take, for instance, that fierce married woman, Sister Yi Yi.

Of course.

With such a married woman, Jiang Chen knows his boundaries well, so he only likes her posts, without disturbing her.

Liking posts has become a new way of social interaction in modern times.

It doesn’t disturb the other person, yet it lets them feel your presence.

This is silent companionship.

All you need is a flick of your finger, providing free emotional value at a significantly low cost.

That Sister Yi Yi is quite useful.

Not because of her formidable husband.

What Jiang Chen values is her close relationship with Lan Peizhi.

Someday, if he really irritates that Bodhisattva Guanyin, and she flies into a rage ready to strike him, perhaps Sister Yi Yi could plead on his behalf.

Being prepared in advance.

Those who remain vigilant in prosperity won’t face big troubles.

"Click."

The bedroom door opened.

Li Shuru walked in.

Jiang Chen put down the phone.

"How did it go?"

Li Shuru approached, gently pinching his bare arm, "That was a bit too much."

"I didn’t mean to."

Jiang Chen felt guilty, "I thought she could take a joke."

"Even if she can take a joke, you shouldn’t have said those things."

"It’s better if she cried it out. Bottling it up might lead to depression."

"Weren’t you saying you didn’t mean to?"

Jiang Chen gave a wry smile. He knew Xu Siyi wouldn’t fall apart over a mere ’wilted flower, fallen willow’ remark; that girl is not so fragile. It was because of the blow she’d suffered, she just needed a vent.

"Should I go apologize to her?"

Li Shuru looked at him, "Are you sure?"

Jiang Chen was puzzled, "What’s up?"

"What if she doesn’t let you come back if you go now? At this moment, she might really need a shoulder to lean on."

Jiang Chen laughed silently.

"It was just a joke earlier, you didn’t take it seriously, did you?"

"A drunk mouth speaks a sober heart. Do you really not know if she was joking?" Li Shuru’s tone was calm, unruffled, like casual chat.

Jiang Chen immediately became serious, "Rest assured, I can stand the test."

Li Shuru smiled slightly, remaining silent, her gaze felt like an X-ray, making one’s heart shiver.

Jiang Chen gave a light cough.

It’s certain that Xu Siyi has some covetous interest in him, that’s something the three of them are well aware of.

Hmm.

The three of them.

If Li Shuru didn’t know, she’d deserve to lose her title as the Campus Belle of the Art Institute.

Standing out in a sea of beauties to win the crown, looks are just one factor.

Just like in beauty contests, many don’t think the winner is the prettiest.

Because the champion is the champion not just because of beauty, but also due to intelligence and soul holding an indispensable weight.

"How about you get rid of her."

Jiang Chen straightforwardly pierced the paper window, speaking without reservation: "I truly have no improper thoughts. But with her, I can’t be certain."

This isn’t self-praise.

It’s a fact.

Li Shuru smiled nonchalantly, "The old her might not have been able to control herself. But now, she wouldn’t."

Jiang Chen smiled, wanting to say something, then gently sighed, "Comrade Li Shuru, you truly strategize everything."

What is hitting the nail on the head?

This is hitting the nail on the head.

People have self-respect.

Before, when holding onto her status as junior-senior, due to someone’s brilliance, Xu Siyi’s feelings were understandable.

But now it’s different.

She’s become ’a wilted flower, a fallen willow.’

The reason she cried earlier, beyond release, partly stemmed from a sense of shame.

"I’m going to shower."

Li Shuru turned casually, walked into the bathroom, leaving a fragrant breeze swirling behind.

In the luxurious bedroom, Jiang Chen sighed softly.

Both of you, quite the handful.

"Ding dong."

Not long after Li Shuru entered the bathroom, Jiang Chen’s phone rang.

He opened it to take a look.

It was a message from Sister Yi Yi.

"Was sister’s photo beautiful?"

Tsk.

Does a woman of this caliber really check who is liking her posts on social media?

Those little fairy-like girls get ridiculous hundreds of likes for every post; do they really notice all those profile pictures breezing through?

"How many friends does Sister Yi Yi have?"

Jiang Chen didn’t answer her question directly. He kept in mind her identity as a married woman.

Of course.

The selfie he liked earlier was indeed exquisite. It didn’t deliberately show off any affluent or noble backgrounds; it simply highlighted her superior aura through the angle of the selfie.

A true lady does not need external embellishments, as the scornful superiority over the world can be felt just from their gaze.

"Hehe, brother, you’re so humorous."

What is a comfortable relationship?

It’s being on the same wavelength.

Understanding instantly whatever is said.

Sister Yi Yi quickly got Jiang Chen’s underlying meaning and replied, "Could it be that sister set her post to be visible only to you?"

Jiang Chen didn’t reply with words, but instead sent a [smirk] emoji over.

This was being cautious.

Even if the chat logs were exposed, he wouldn’t need to worry. At most, he’d be a victim of teasing.

To take such interactions with married women seriously would mean you’ve lost.

This group delights in toying with others.

"You still haven’t answered sister. Was sister’s photo beautiful?"

Jiang Chen played the emoji card, sending a [thumbs up] emoji, but the other side persisted, continuing to ask, "Is it more beautiful than Peizhi?"