Chloe Ling originally wanted to offer praise.
But in the end, she gave up.
Because Jason Jiang was just too good at showing off—his chat essentials were all selfies, and every one was edited with a cheap beauty app, made into a series of animated images!
Moreover.
Selfies are one thing... Chloe Ling resisted the urge to cover her face and sincerely offered advice: 'Hey, your second selfie is a bit hard on the eyes.'
'Why do you say that? Look closely, I'm standing with my hands behind my back atop a mountain, gazing into the mist. My silver hair flutters in the wind, exuding the bearing of a conqueror—ordinary people can't compare.' Jason Jiang replied earnestly.
'...'.
Chloe Ling fell silent.
After a moment, she decided to be blunt: 'Actually, the picture is pretty good. But the left hand behind your back is holding a selfie stick that's over five meters long—and it's bright red. It's a little weird.'
'Those who achieve great things don't sweat the small stuff.' Jason Jiang was unconcerned.
Chloe Ling exhaled. This guy's brain-dead aura is really contagious.
Idiot. Utter moron!
Heh, let me just say 'heh' again!
Chloe Ling curled her lips, her slender fingers flying across the keyboard like phantoms: 'Andrew Han is coming to the Imperial Capital this afternoon in person. Our Exquisite Heart Sect disciples have already organized a welcome on their own. What about your Sacred Spring Sect?'
'Same here,' Jason Jiang replied.
......
Noon, inside a small house in Jiangnan.
Today is the day the two of them head to the Imperial Capital. Andrew Han plans to first handle matters regarding Green Mountain Sect, restoring it to the Huaguo sect registry, then meet with Alliance Elder Shawn Xiao, and finally take his girl sightseeing nearby.
'Ready yet?'
'Almost, almost, don't rush.'
About ten minutes passed.
Andrew Han flexed his right fist, feeling the flow of Solidified Internal Power through his body, and asked again, 'Ready yet?'
'Just a little more.'
In the bathroom, Monica Zhang was applying lip balm.
Andrew Han pondered the myriad ways of the world, then leaned against the bathroom doorway, quietly watching as his girl put on light makeup. She seemed a bit clumsy and unfamiliar with the process, her movements awkward and hesitant.
'No wonder it's taking so long.'
'With our little Monica's natural beauty, she looks elegant and lively even without makeup—she doesn't need it at all.' Andrew Han stroked his chin, his gaze radiating the soft glow of young love.
Monica Zhang noticed Andrew Han watching her.
'Just wait a little longer.'
She stuck out her tongue playfully, a little embarrassed. But today she was heading to the Imperial Capital with her boyfriend—there might be photos together, and going bare-faced would seem careless.
'I'm not in a hurry, so you don't need to rush either.' Andrew Han grinned at his girlfriend, secretly thinking... Even if they're late, it doesn't matter. Worst case, they could just take a private jet.
With his current status, all it would take is a call to the Jiangnan provincial government and they'd have a private plane in minutes.
'Almost done, just one last step.' Monica finished up, finally satisfied, and bounced out of the bathroom, slinging a pink backpack over her shoulders and hopping to the door.
'Let's head out.'
She lifted her chin with pride, as if to say she hadn't wasted any time—if anything, it was Andrew Han who'd been dawdling.
Andrew Han shook his head, amused, and teased, 'The ancients never lied—raising young women really is a challenge.'
'Who's a "young woman"? Hmph, I can earn my own money—I don't need you to support me.' Monica Zhang tilted her delicate, lively face up at him, looking especially cute.
'Just focus on your martial arts.' Andrew Han waved her off.
'So now I'm being rejected?' Monica Zhang pursed her lips, shooting her boyfriend a sidelong glance, her cheeks puffing in mock annoyance. 'If you keep rejecting me, I'll... I'll...'
Andrew Han chuckled, 'And what will you do?'