A woman’s heart is as mysterious and unfathomable as the deep sea beyond outer space.

But the progress bar never lies.

Just like Li Shuru, Pei Yunxi, and Lan Peizhi, Princess Cao is also a target to be pursued, and the task has already been completed.

A 100% favorability rating, without a doubt, symbolizes undying devotion.

There’s a difference between 90% and 100%, but surely it’s not too vast.

Moreover.

Once the task is completed, the progress bar disappears.

Back then it was 90, who knows how much it’s changed now, it’s just no longer visible at a glance.

Otherwise, given someone’s antics, he’d dare to climb walls at night, only to have bruises around his calves?

Dead countless times without even knowing it.

People have just matured and aren’t as impulsive as they were in youth; it doesn’t mean they’ve started chanting Buddhist prayers.

They’re not the Bodhisattva Guanyin.

They’re on a different spiritual path.

Blood Guanyin is like this, so Princess Cao’s situation shouldn’t be much different, could a change in man cause jealousy?

Young Master Song is quite dashing; even among the big-shots in Four-nine City, he’s considered a leader, yet Princess Cao is utterly indifferent towards him.

And we can’t blame it all on someone having a special advantage.

During those many years when he was delayed, Young Master Song clearly had the upper hand; if he was truly competent, how could he still be waiting for someone else to appear?

Princess Cao’s friend Dong Yao has already had children.

So when problems arise, one must first reflect inwardly.

Just like Boss Jiang, who never blames others or fate, but instead looks for reasons within himself. This is how one can gain experience, address shortcomings, and grow robustly.

Look at this.

A simple pencil drawing that wouldn’t garner more than a chuckle at a street stall, yet it achieved an effect that rare treasures couldn’t reach.

Teaching by using the appropriate material and applying solutions tailored to specific conditions.

When dealing with someone like Princess Cao, neither money nor power will work, it has to be heartfelt.

"Have you thought of a name?"

The seminar lasted over three hours.

Some of the older entrepreneurs were a bit weary, but for Jiang Chen, who was in his prime, it was no big deal.

Well.

In this venue, they refer to each other as comrades.

The person who chaired the meeting of the top national ladder list members affectionately called him Comrade Jiang.

Who said young pioneers can’t step into the hall?

"Can you not be so meddlesome?"

Cao Jinse was impatient; this guy kept asking during the meeting and even followed her step-by-step after it ended, not caring about the impact at all.

Although it was just him who was named earlier, without a doubt, she got discovered whispering as well.

Just that the female got preferred treatment.

Like.

When they made mistakes during school, teachers usually only educated the male students.

Look.

Their intimacy was caught by eyes from all directions, albeit with friendly looks, but it’s all perfunctory.

This is a place for discussing national affairs, not for love talks.

He kept asking if she named the drawing.

What if she had?

Could she say it?

This fellow is already bold enough, if he saw the name she picked, wouldn’t he become more unruly and fearless?

"Stay away from me!"

Cao Jinse quickened her pace, marching towards the exit, swiftly leaving the chatterbox behind.

"Wait for me."

It seems Jiang Chen Comrade changed his strategy and intended to catch up, but the voice behind stopped him.

"To deal with girls, you must employ strategy, balance is key."

Turning around.

It was Yang Qinghua approaching.

Currently responsible for assisting the seminar run smoothly, but in another ten or twenty years, she might take the spot on the main stage.

"Yang Ting seems to know well how to woo girls."

The seminar was over.

Yet they were still in a public setting.

Boss Jiang certainly understands the influence.

His openness towards Princess Cao is due to their relationship becoming almost semi-public after the Jinhai incident.

"I’m also a woman, do you think I don’t know?"

Jiang Chen nodded understandingly, and immediately added, "But Yang Ting surely doesn’t know how to woo boys."

Yang Qinghua was taken aback, whether surprised by the joke aimed at her or the type of joke.

This political rising star stared at Jiang Chen for a while, then smiled.

"Do you think he can be described as a boy?"

Jiang Chen calmly responded, "Men remain boys at heart until death."

It’s not about passing on experience.

His words came without thought.

Absolutely thoughtlessly.

Yang Qinghua seemed thoughtful, then nodded as if enlightened, "Thanks for the reminder, Jiang Comrade. I think I know what to do in the future."

Seeing this, someone seemed to suddenly realize and quickly said, "Don’t misunderstand, Yang Ting, I didn’t say anything."

His manner amused Yang Qinghua.

As someone who even Princess Cao would call sister, assisting the big-shots on the national ladder list, she usually wouldn’t crack a smile whether at work or privately.

The common trait amongst those in high positions is their impassiveness.

Initially for dignity, but over time it becomes a habit.

"Why so nervous? Helping me is helping yourself."

What did he see?

He saw this much tougher than Luck sister’s sister give him a playful wink.

If he hadn’t seen it clearly, Jiang Chen would think he was seeing things.

Love, what a strange thing, it makes me lose control...

Wait.

Why am I singing now?

Although like Princess Cao, this sister who excels magnificently in her career might also have a blank emotional history, little Jiang Comrade surely shouldn’t assume they’re as innocent as Princess Cao.

Remember always.

There are only two kinds of people in the world.

Those engaged in politics,

And those who are not.

"Yang Ting, that’s also logical."

Jiang Chen nodded, zipped his mouth, and refrained from further nonsense.

Noticing his "alertness," Yang Qinghua didn’t tease him further, "I’ll treat you to dinner this weekend."

"No need..."

Jiang Chen hastily declined.

"It’s my birthday."

Yang Qinghua glared at him, "Not willing to give me face?"

Jiang Chen was instantly at a loss for words.

"I’ll invite Jin Se and her brother over; it’s probably only on my birthday that such an opportunity arises."

Yang Qinghua sighed slightly.

Jiang Chen remained silent, unwilling to speak casually.

"I’ll let you know the location once I’ve decided."

As Yang Qinghua was leaving, Jiang Chen suddenly spoke.

"May I ask something cheekily?"

Yang Qinghua paused and glancing sideways, "Hmm?"

"How old is Yang Ting this year?"

Indeed it was cheeky!

Reaching such heights, one could imagine the depth of conviction, yet Yang Qinghua was breached by a mere ordinary question, her face changed instantly.

"You’ll die!"

She glared fiercely at Jiang Chen, still mindful of the place and propriety, then turned and walked away in her flat black leather shoes.

Jiang Chen stood there.

Well.

Not only does she stand out in appearance.

But she also possesses femininity.