Chen Jinjun stood by the window of the box and watched a couple get out of the car and walk into the door downstairs arm in arm.
"Coming."
With that said, Chen Jinjun sat lazily on the chair, obviously not intending to look good on the Owens and his wife.
Yan Er on the side looked worried: "Will this make them think that the boss has no rules?"
Chen Jinjun sneered and said nothing. He put a finger on his lips to signal Yan Er to be silent.
Yan Er was also very discerning and quickly stepped aside.
As soon as he stood still, the door was opened.
Chen Jinjun sat there steadily, looking at the Owens and his wife with great interest.
Her assessment was very straightforward, vague, and somewhat provocative.
Mrs. Irving, the mother of Kessef, a well-known French diplomat, after seeing Chen Jinjun, her first reaction was to look Chen Jinjun up and down to see what kind of woman could make her always aloof son fall in love with her.
He even didn't hesitate to break up with Miss Anna.
She looked at Chen Jinjun looking at her sarcastically, and frowned involuntarily, looking at Chen Jinjun with contempt in his eyes.
Chen Jinjun can naturally see Mrs. Owen's contempt for him, but for Chen Jinjun, it is this contempt that she needs.
"You two are late."
Chen Jinjun pretended to glance at the clock next to him casually, then glanced at Mr. and Mrs. Owen, mainly at Mrs. Owen.
According to the information Yan Twenty gave him, Mrs. Irving's power was deeper, and she was also the culprit of the incident where Kessef and Miss Anna were caught in bed.
Mrs. Owen is not stupid, so she can naturally see the provocation in Chen Jinjun's eyes.
She pursed her lips, looked at Chen Jinjun, and said to Chen Jinjun with a smile on her face: "I am a little busy with official work, so please don't worry about such trivial matters."
"A trivial matter? How can delaying time be a trivial matter?" Chen Jinjun squinted his eyes, looking like he was always willing to spend every penny, which made Mrs. Irving keep frowning.
"Is that so? Then you don't want me to apologize to you, do you?" Mrs. Irving smiled but looked at Chen Jinjun with eyes that gradually became oppressive.
Chen Jinjun would not do any little tricks like this to put pressure on herself. Now the two of them are talking to each other on an equal footing. She, Chen Jinjun, is not one of Kaisev's people.
Chen Jinjun chuckled lightly, seemingly understanding, but in reality he was unforgiving: "I have always felt that if you have done something wrong, apologizing is the most basic thing. If you think it is not a mistake... that's OK.
I understand, after all, you two are outsiders."
His expression looked full of smiles, but in fact there was no warmth in his narrowed eyes, and his words were digging holes for Mrs. Owen.
Mrs. Irving is a diplomat, so she will inevitably face conflicts between countries, but this is based on each party knowing the other's true purpose.
But now, he had no idea what Chen Jinjun wanted to do, so he could only bite the bullet and deal with Chen Jinjun.
"If Miss Chen said that, it's my fault." Mrs. Irving smiled to smooth things over, trying to get around the hole Chen Jinjun had just dug for herself.
But she didn't know that Chen Jinjun came here with the purpose of breaking his face.
"Yes, it's your fault. Could it be that it's mine?" Chen Jinjun looked at Mrs. Owen with disdain.
Mrs. Irving's expression changed, and her olive-green pupils stared at Chen Jinjun. If her gaze were a knife, Chen Jinjun would have died dozens of times at this moment.
Mr. Owen didn't understand Chinese very well and could only vaguely understand the general meaning. However, Chen Jinjun was trying to trick Mrs. Owen while they were talking. He couldn't understand the deeper meaning and could only ask Mrs. Owen in a low voice in French.
Mrs. Owen glared at Chen Jinjun, and then whispered to Mr. Owen in French about Chen Jinjun.
But the couple didn't know that Chen Jinjun could understand French.
Chen Jinjun heard clearly that Mrs. Owen said that she was shameless and rude.
She couldn't help but lick the corner of her mouth. She really didn't expect Mrs. Irving to say that to her face.
But now is not the time for Chen Jinjun to have an attack, so Chen Jinjun looked at Mrs. Owen pretending to be ignorant: "What are you two talking about? Aren't you hungry? Or do you feel that you are not worthy of my meal?"
As soon as Chen Jinjun said these words, Mrs. Owen's face turned a little darker. She looked at Chen Jinjun's extensions and said that she dared to be angry but dared not speak.
Before Chen Jinjun invited them out for dinner, she was very polite, as if the Owens and his wife were her top guests, but now Chen Jinjun was clearly acting like a rogue and a thorn in his side.
Mrs. Irving had never faced such a person before. For a while, she could only whisper to her husband in French, and on the surface she was echoing Chen Jinjun's high-sounding polite words and doing Tai Chi.
Afterwards, Yan Er hurriedly arranged for the food to be served, fearing that the two sides would start to quarrel before the meal was eaten.
After the food was served, Chen Jinjun ate it one bite at a time without giving the Irwins any attention. This made Mrs. Irwin, who had just prepared a draft to prepare for a serious contest with Chen Jinjun, feel frustrated.
Chen Jinjun lowered his head to pick up the food on the plate, narrowed his eyes thoughtfully, and quietly looked at the Owens opposite.
While eating, Chen Jinjun could clearly hear Mrs. Owen telling her husband what she thought of herself.
Chen Jinjun couldn't help but sneer, put down the chopsticks in his hand, straightened his waist, and looked at Mrs. Owen across the table.
"First of all, I have to tell you that I have no interest in your Owen family at all. I want money but no money, and I want to educate an uneducated family. Why are you staying in Rongcheng? When you go back to your own homes, you can do whatever you want.
Zuo, how can you still throw people into Rongcheng?"
After finishing speaking, Chen Jinjun curled his lips disdainfully, not hiding his disdain for the Owens and his wife.
Mrs. Owen was so angry that she immediately asked Chen Jinjun: "What on earth do you mean?"
Chen Jinjun spread his hands and shrugged: "You didn't say anything? I just want to remind you two that when you are thinking about how to repair the relationship with the earl, you should also think about your son."
Son?Kasef?
Mrs. Owen was stunned for a moment and stared at Chen Jinjun in confusion: This doesn't seem to have anything to do with you, does it? "
What Chen Jinjun was least happy to hear was this: "If it doesn't matter, why is my reputation so widespread in the concession?"
"This..." Mrs. Owen looked at Chen Jinjun's displeased expression and was speechless for a moment.
Chen Jinjun snorted, and then said something that made both Owen and his wife widen their eyes.