Chapter 143 - 81: The Venerable Does Not Cross the World Wall (8500 words)_4
Behind him, Chu Keqing had already walked to Mr. Chen’s side and whispered, "Senior, is there something troubling your mind?"
Mr. Chen did not speak. Chu Keqing slowly placed a cup of hot tea on the stone table in front of Mr. Chen and whispered, "Senior, the tea leaves were brought by me. They come from my family’s tea plantation, and I fried them myself. You can taste it."
Mr. Chen glanced at the cup of hot tea in front of him, picked it up, and took a sip.
It was very fragrant.
But... Mr. Chen couldn’t taste much more from it.
At his age, very few young people liked drinking tea, and even fewer knew how to appreciate it.
Mr. Chen nodded, "You have been considerate."
Chu Keqing cautiously said, "I dare not disturb your thoughts, Senior. I will be in the room. If you need anything, just call me."
After saying this, the woman turned around and slowly walked back to her room, but deliberately left the door open.
This woman is meticulous... Mr. Chen sighed inwardly.
Then, he looked up at the moonlight in the sky.
My old lady... What did she come to this world for back then?
Taking such a risk, a dignified Venerable, becoming an ordinary person and staying in this world for so long...
Could it be...
Just for me?
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Boss He stayed in the room for half an hour before coming out.
When he came out, his eyes were red, clearly indicating he had been crying.
The tea in front of Mr. Chen was half-drunk, and the rest had already gone cold.
Boss He walked up to Mr. Chen, with a hint of respect in his demeanor and attitude, and said in a low voice: "Mr. Chen, my thoughts are too disorganized tonight, so I won’t discuss anything with you. Let’s talk tomorrow during the day. It’s late, you should rest early."
After saying that, this wealthy man nodded at Mr. Chen and turned to leave the backyard.
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Early the next morning, Mr. Chen got up, washed up, and dragged his suitcase out of the door.
Chu Keqing was already standing beautifully in the courtyard, waiting for him.
As promised, this woman observed disciple etiquette toward Mr. Chen, waiting early at the door.
Seeing Mr. Chen come out, she quickly took two steps forward, reaching out to take the suitcase from Mr. Chen’s hand.
The two walked out from the backyard to the front yard restaurant, where Boss He was already waiting.
The table was set with a variety of breakfast foods. The room only had Boss He, without his wife, and even his assistant and household maids had been ordered away.
As soon as Mr. Chen and Chu Keqing entered the door, Boss He got up, walked over to Mr. Chen, and with a slight bow, said solemnly and politely, "Mr. Chen!"
Mr. Chen glanced at this Boss He, noting the dark circles under his eyes, indicating a sleepless night.
After sitting down at the table, Boss He sat next to Mr. Chen, "I don’t know what flavors you prefer for breakfast, so I had the house chef prepare a variety."
Mr. Chen looked at the table in front of him; there were indeed many varieties, accommodating both Southern and Northern tastes. He nodded, "President He has been thoughtful."
Beside him, Chu Keqing quickly picked up the bowl and chopsticks from the table, carefully placing them in front of Mr. Chen. She then asked in a low voice, "Senior, may I serve you some congee first?"
"Senior?" Boss He looked at Chu Keqing with some surprise.
Chu Keqing smiled slightly, holding a bowl of white congee and apologetically said, "Boss He, please do not blame me for hiding this before. Mr. Chen is actually a senior who has attained the Dao, only using this young appearance to walk in the martial world.
I didn’t mention it before because this matter is too fantastical, and I did not mean to deliberately conceal or tease you."
After saying that, the woman placed a bowl of white congee in front of Mr. Chen.
President He, however, widened his eyes, looking at the young man beside him.
Mr. Chen...
What else could he do?
If he pretended, he could only continue pretending.
"This... is simply the divine techniques of legends!" President He took a deep breath.
Mr. Chen unhurriedly picked up his chopsticks and stirred the white congee brought by Chu Keqing in front of him.
Beside him, Chu Keqing thoughtfully peeled a salted duck egg for Mr. Chen.
Mr. Chen said slowly: "Chairman He, after last night, you should have thought through many things and could accept them in your heart, right?"
"Yes, although things are very shocking, but... I have understood." He Jianbo nodded seriously and said solemnly, "Thank you, Mr. Chen. If it weren’t for your visit, I might never have had the opportunity to receive news about my mother."
"That’s not necessarily true." Mr. Chen shook his head, "I dare not take credit. When you opened the coffin and found the body missing, you were surely anxious and worried. Mrs. He was actually aware of this.
So even if I hadn’t come, she would most likely have appeared in a dream to you, telling you the truth to prevent you from continuing to worry.
In detail, I actually haven’t done much."
"It’s different." He Jianbo said, "My mother told me in a dream last night that if it weren’t for someone like Mr. Chen, she wouldn’t have reappeared. She also urged me to respect you highly.
I originally thought Mr. Chen was just a young man, and my previous etiquette towards you might have been lacking, so please don’t take it to heart! Now I know you are a high person, and... also a senior.
This transformative spell is truly eye-opening!
If I didn’t know the truth, I would have thought you were around my son’s age."
After a pause, Boss He asked, "May I ask your age, Senior?"
Mr. Chen pondered without answering. Beside him, Chu Keqing said slowly, "The Senior is already ninety-one years old."