228 The Dinner of the Elites (1/2)

Chapter 228: The Dinner of the Elites

Translator: _Min_Editor: Yukira_

After bidding Sun Jiao goodbye, Jiang Chen returned to the modern world.

It was around eight in the morning, thinking of the promise he made with Ayesha last night, Jiang Chen's face broke into a smile.

After preparing breakfast and putting it into the microwave, Jiang Chen took a shower before he entered Ayesha's room, smirking all the while.

When the two came out of the room, it was already ten o'clock.

”I shouldn't have prepared breakfast had I known it'd be lunchtime soon,” Jiang Chen uttered in disappointment as he removed the bread and poached egg from the microwave.

”It's okay. Just put it in the fridge, and we'll eat it tomorrow,” face still blushing furiously, Ayesha muttered and took the plate out of Jiang Chen's hand.

After putting the plate in the refrigerator, Ayesha started preparing lunch while wearing an apron.

Looking at Ayesha's profile, Jiang Chen was enamored by the scene.

The loose brown curls reflected a golden streak in the sun. Beneath it was a gentle and serene face, and with the elegant apron, she resembled a newly married wife.

”Mhmm?” Ayesha seemed to have sensed Jiang Chen's gaze because she slightly tilted her head and looked up.

”Uh, nothing, just thinking how beautiful you are.” Jiang Chen scratched his cheek.

Face blushing, Ayesha lowered her head shyly and started cutting the meat.

Lunch was roasted beef and borsch with steamed rice, a combination of western and oriental cuisine.

When the two finished their lunch, it was already twelve o'clock. After cleaning up the dishes, Ayesha, as part of her usual routine, she headed to the gym to complete today's virtual reality training content. Jiang Chen rested a bit more on the sofa, and then went out of the door and drove to the metropolis.

Tonight he was going to attend the Wanghai Business Forum. Jiang Chen, who had not always been confident in his own style, wisely decided to leave the task to the professionals to deal with. Although what's inside was more important, it was also necessary for the look to reflect that.

Jiang Chen allowed the cold but gentle hands to fiddle with his face and hair for a while before coming out of the high-end style studio feeling refreshed. Although his hair was still short hair, he felt sleeker.

Then he headed to the mall to buy a few sets of formal suits. Although he didn't know which attire would be most appropriate for the event tonight, the best choice would be to buy the most expensive one!

After throwing the tens of thousands worth of formal suits on the counter, Jiang Chen, in front of the cashier whose eyes had already turned into glittering stars, swiped his card without blinking.

It was already three o'clock when he was done with everything.

Seeing that there was still some time to spare, Jiang Chen went to a Starbucks and ordered a cup coffee before he started fiddling with his phone.

When it was about five o'clock, Jiang Chen drove to the venue where the party would be held, Linhua Hotel.

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One could see the elegance of the beautifully designed building just by looking at its appearance. Marble and red brick were the main materials used, which gave a touch modern simplicity combined with the elegance of classic beauty.

Linhua Hotel—an embellished sign with huge neon letters.

The parking lot was almost like a luxury car dealership. He actually saw no less than two or three of Lamborghini, Rolls-Royce, etc. So that his car Maybach S600 being parked there looked inconspicuous.

When he parked the car, following the direction of the valet, he was ushered to the front of the hotel. After flashing his invitation, he then entered the hotel along with those well-dressed elites.

Although it was a fancy banquet, in the end, it was still hosted by locals. Jiang Chen didn't get to see some famous people and could not recognize most attendees.

But he didn't look down on the party because of it. While they may not appear in the media, it did not mean they could not do so. Sometimes the more low-key the people were, the more powerful they truly were.