Chapter 1381: Chapter 1382 An Yiqing’s Thoughts (4)
"What are you plotting?"
An Yiqing blinked innocently, "Hmm, how can this be called plotting? This is clearly strategy!"
Gu Yelin indulgently pinched An Yiqing’s delicate and charming ear, sighing helplessly, "Alright, it’s strategy. Tell me, what new scheme have you thought of?"
"I haven’t given them a clear answer. Shao Qiang is not very smart and can mess things up. I’ve already talked to Chiang Yu, meeting him alone in a few days to have a good chat about the survival of Xuanqing Sect."
Gu Yelin’s dark eyes flashed, instantly understanding An Yiqing’s intentions.
"Tutu, you want to..."
"Hmm, Chiang Yu is a talented person, wasted in Long Zaitian’s hands." An Yiqing said lightly.
"Chiang Yu is indeed talented, but he is also someone who values promises. Are you sure he can accept your suggestion?"
An Yiqing gazed deeply into Gu Yelin’s eyes, a brilliant glow in her eyes, "Naturally, Chiang Yu won’t immediately accept my suggestion. But once a person’s heart is thoroughly chilled, those baseless promises won’t count. Besides, he only promised the Old Sect Leader to be the Xuanqing Sect’s Think Tank, not to be Long Zaitian’s Think Tank. As long as Chiang Yu remains the Think Tank of Xuanqing Sect, does it really matter who the Sect Leader is?"
Gu Yelin looked at An Yiqing with eyes full of amusement, lightly tapped her nose with his distinct knuckles, saying no more.
Three days later, Jinyin City Jinghua Hotel, Room 503.
A man dressed in white trousers and a short-sleeved shirt sat quietly on a yellow rosewood Grandmaster Chair, a meticulously crafted long table placed in front of him, with a set of antique tea utensils on it. Beside the tea set, a wooden tray held several delicate and small pastries, emitting a faint fragrance.
At that moment, the door of the room suddenly opened, and a young woman in a white long dress stood there gracefully.
A beauty from the north, peerless and independent.
First glance conquers the city, second glance conquers the nation.
As Chiang Yu saw An Yiqing for the first time, these four lines of poetry naturally floated in his mind. At forty, he had seen many beautiful women: pure, aloof, seductive, and charming, but none were as exquisitely beautiful as this. This was neither the unique classical beauty of Xuanjin nor the Western seductive beauty. In Chiang Yu’s eyes, An Yiqing possessed a simplicity and grace washed of worldly allure, along with a liveliness and charm uniquely hers.
She was someone unattainable, only to be admired from a distance, and only that imperial-like man could match her.
"Miss An, please sit." Chiang Yu withdrew his thoughts, stood up, and invited An Yiqing inside, with nothing but grace in his demeanor, no hint of hostility or resistance.
An Yiqing smiled lightly and nodded, sitting down as if meeting an old friend.
"I wonder what kind of tea Miss An likes. This hotel is quite unique, the tea and pastries are exquisite, Miss An should give them a try."
Having said that, Chiang Yu elegantly moved the small platter of pastries towards An Yiqing and personally poured her a cup of clear tea.
An Yiqing didn’t make any superficial refusals. She washed her hands with clear water and gently picked up a small and exquisite matcha cake, placing it in her mouth.
The matcha cake melted instantly, and the fresh aroma of green tea filled her mouth. An Yiqing lifted her teacup and took a sip of the warm fragrant brew, the tea’s fragrance combined with the matcha’s freshness, making her feel utterly refreshed.
"It’s indeed good stuff, Mr. Chiang has quite the taste." An Yiqing praised generously.