The Mafia King's First Love-Chapter 552 A messy dinner for Jiang Zhen (3)

The second plate was much better but compared to how Jiang Zhen expected an exquisite taste from this luxurious five-star hotel's brand - It was quite unappealing. It wasn't bad, but it wasn't satisfying either.

He threw a frustrated glance at the rest of them.

Why are they enjoying it so much as if they are in heaven!

Lihua was practically stuffing the food into her mouth like a squirrel. Only Jiang Zhen had it unsavory. He regretted coming to the hotel.

Damn it, who recommended this place? Oh yeah, it was Shen Yang! How dare he suggest this awful place!?

At the Jiang villa, Shen Yang sneezed. He rubbed his nose.

Chang Fang frowned. "Got a cold?"

He waved his hand. A creepy glint flickered in his eyes as he sneered. "I have heard that you sneeze if somebody is thinking about you."

"Yeah, that's some old belief," he shrugged.

"Well…I think somebody special is remembering me now. I should definitely go to check it out."

Chang Fang narrowed his eyes.

"...Yeah."

Over dinner, Lihua saw Jiang Zhen mumbling curses at his food. It filled her with satisfaction seeing his distraught expression.

Serves you right, bastard!

She once again threw a glance around the floor, but didn't see Wei anywhere. Not Fu Renshu and Meng Ya either. She exhaled in disappointment.

Such a bummer.

But she didn't know that for Jiang Zhen, the evening was going to be even more of a bummer other than just bad food.

"What a coincidence to see you here, Mr. Jiang?" Somebody spoke in English. It was an American accent, and the voice had slight trouble pronouncing the 'Jiang.'

Jiang Zhen raised his head. He blinked as he got overwhelmed with shock. His mouth fell open.

"...Charles?"

The tall, white man who greeted them was an American with dirty blonde hair and brown eyes. He gave a wide smile showing some of his crooked teeth. There was a deep scar on his neck, giving him a hideous look. 𝘧r𝗲𝑒𝔀𝘦𝙗𝓃oν𝑒l.𝐜𝗼m

Ruru brought his teddy bear closer to his chest and scooter over to Lihua's side. She patted his head. "You don't have to be afraid."

He nodded but still remained closer to her side. He pulled Qingqing on his lap, and he instantly felt a lot better.

Qingqing hissed slightly by this new appearance. Her sharp eyes studied him with curiosity.

Jiang Zhen's eyes clouded with danger. "What are you doing here, Charles?"

He smiled. "I recently came to China for some business. I am here on a date and such a happy coincidence meeting you here. The last time we saw each other was in New York, wasn't it?"

Lihua popped in a piece of delicious meat inside her mouth as she observed him. His English accent was a little difficult to understand for Lihua. She had studied the language for the Public Relations degree, and now it was coming to good use. She wasn't just used to the accent.

Jiang Zhen narrowed his eyes. "Is this really a coincidence?"

Charles laughed. "Come on. You are still as suspicious as ever," he leaned and whispered, "The American Underworld already belongs to you. I already gave up on the title of the Mafia King."

Her eyes slightly widened in surprise.

American Underworld? Mafia King? So like…Wei?

Then she thought why not?

If there was the Chinese Mafia, then why not the American Underworld too? 𝑓𝓇𝑒𝑒𝚠e𝘣𝓷𝘰ѵe𝑙.com

Lihua got more and more curious about this conversation.

He said he gave up on that title. The American Underworld belongs to Jiang Zhen.

Does that mean he took control over the Western Mafia too just like he did here? Interesting.

Then it clicked that Wei was here as the secret chef and Fu Renshu and Meng Ya as the secret waiters.

Is it really a coincidence?

Jiang Zhen didn't respond to his statement.

Charles's gaze fell on the others, and he beamed. "Oh so impolite of me not to introduce myself. I am Charles Millers. Mr. Jiang and I are good friends from New York, right, Jiang Zhen?"

He said nothing. Charles was just like Wei's counterpart in America. Ever since Jiang Shan had escaped to America after the accident set up by his brother, he and then him were at constant bloody wars with the American Mafia to become the ruler.

The Miller family ruled the dark world, but some Chinese immigrants wanted to forcefully take control of that world. The thought of Asians ruling the black market and such was a huge humiliation for the Miller family.

But Jiang Shan was someone who didn't give up no matter how much he was ostracized for his race and ethnicity. They were always at odds, and nobody really won until Jiang Zhen played a dirty trick and snatched his seat.

Jiang Shan was powerful and influential in his own right, but it was in Jiang Zhen's generation that the American Mafia truly belonged to the Jiang family. The Miller family was cast aside.

But now suddenly seeing Charles in the country couldn't help but make Jiang Zhen alarmed and wary of him.

Charles looked at Jiang Hua and smiled. "Mrs. Jiang, isn't it? Oh and this is your son, Ruru, right? He is five already. Time passes so quickly."

He was speaking in English which Jiang Hua hadn't learned. She panicked and straightened in nervousness. She didn't understand what he was saying.

"Umm…"

The others giggled at her seeing her falter, which made her cheeks flush in embarrassment.

Jiang Zhen looked away in disdain.

Useless!

Lihua whispered to her ear. "He is just doing casual talk. Just nod."

Jiang Hua quickly smiled and nodded.

"Great! And you…" he squinted his eyes at Lihua. "I have never seen you before," he then noticed her belly. "Oh, congratulations!"

Lihua smiled. "Thank you."

He alternated his gaze between her and Jiang Zhen. "So…is this sort of a double date or something? Where is your husband?"

Lihua threw a disdainful glance at Jiang Zhen. "Yes, Jiang Zhen. Tell me. Where is my husband? After all, you have your wife and son here. It's odd if a strange woman is interfering in a family date, right?"