Impressive

Translator: Cinder Translations

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Pi Ruan held the drawing with both hands respectfully, looking at Jiang Cheng with a confused expression. "Dr. Jiang, are you trying to find someone?"

Jiang Cheng nodded and replied, "Through your connections, see if we can locate these two women."

"Are they in Rongcheng?"

"I don't know," Jiang Cheng answered. "They could be in any city."

Pi Ruan pouted and carefully examined the drawings. "If they are nearby, it's easy, but if they're in a very remote area, it would be difficult."

He paused for a moment, wedging the brown paper bag under his arm, and looked up at Jiang Cheng, continuing to ask, "Any other clues? Like their identity, interests, profession, anything?"

Finding someone with just a sketch is like looking for a needle in a haystack.

"No," Jiang Cheng replied.

Hearing this, Pi Ruan's face showed a conflicted expression.

"Not specifically," Jiang Cheng added after a brief pause, "but I have some guesses you can consider."

Pi Ruan eagerly nodded. "Please, go ahead."

"The women in the first three drawings are probably between 18 and 23 years old. They are likely university students majoring in science," Jiang Cheng said, leaning back on the sofa, thinking and recalling Chen Xiaomeng. "They would be good students, but not outstanding. They won't have exaggerated honors appearing in school newspapers or websites."

"They may frequently take leave or leave early. Their relationships with teachers and classmates are average, and they tend to keep to themselves."

"Also," Jiang Cheng looked at Pi Ruan, who was jotting things down rapidly in his small notebook, and said seriously, "She doesn't live in the public dormitory arranged by the school, and her last name is not Chen."

The Fatty carefully thought about Jiang Cheng's words and was pleasantly surprised to find that he could understand some of it. This was definitely progress.

"The second woman's information is less, and her age range is probably between 25 and 35. Her fingertips have thick calluses, and her fingers are slightly muscular and strong. She should be someone who can skillfully play a musical instrument like the piano. She is introverted and doesn't like to be in the spotlight."

Jiang Cheng paused and continued, "She likely has little experience performing at major events or concerts, and her occupation is relatively hidden."

"The search should focus on private tutors or piano tuners, and she probably doesn't have the last name Li."

Hearing this, the Fatty couldn't help but feel even more certain that he had made the right choice by following Jiang Cheng. Given the doctor's brainpower, it would be quite hard for a nightmare—or a 'teammate' in the nightmare—to kill him.

He began seriously considering whether to add a hearty dish for the doctor tonight.

Pi Ruan, who had already written a whole page and was about to turn the page, didn't show any particular expression on his face, as if he had become used to Jiang Cheng's performance.

He looked up at Jiang Cheng and asked, "Dr. Jiang, what if we find them?"

"It has nothing to do with you."

Pi Ruan didn't seem upset. After putting the drawings and notebook back into the brown paper bag, he nodded. "I understand."

Without saying more, he turned and was about to leave.

As he was about to exit, he seemed to remember that there was another person in the room and turned back to greet the Fatty before leaving.

When Pi Ruan completely disappeared from view, the Fatty looked at Jiang Cheng, who was lazily sprawled on the sofa.

"Doctor," he sighed in admiration, "you are truly impressive!"

Jiang Cheng stretched his stiff neck, picked up the cup of water, and took a small sip.

The afternoon sunlight poured in, and for a moment, the scene seemed almost sacred.

For a brief moment, the Fatty suddenly felt like he had seen through the man in front of him.

He no longer cared to disguise himself.

Strong, mysterious, noble, dreamy— even his messy hair seemed to have a soul. Indeed, he was a beast roaring through the world, why would he lower himself here?

"Fatty," Jiang Cheng said slowly.

The Fatty was taken by surprise. "Doctor, I'm here!"

"Don't call me impressive from now on, understand?"

The Fatty froze.

"After all, you haven't seen me in the presidential suite at night." Jiang Cheng seemed to reminisce about those glorious days and excitedly said, "I was the only one to get promoted to full-time before the probation period ended, the top star of the high-end group! I once..."

Just as Jiang Cheng was animatedly talking about how he single-handedly doubled the revenue of a KTV, the door suddenly opened, and Pi Ruan half of his body leaned in.

The Fatty felt like he had been pardoned.

"You're back?" Jiang Cheng seemed unhappy about Pi Ruan interrupting him.

"Dr. Jiang," Pi Ruan smiled, "I just saw Boss Lin's car outside, so I thought I'd ask if she came by?"

"No."

"Then I'll leave you to it," Pi Ruan withdrew his head, still in the same humble posture.

Wearing sunglasses, when Pi Ruan poked his head in, the Fatty thought he had run into a robber.

Jiang Cheng, interrupted by Pi Ruan, seemed to lose interest. He tidied up his messy clothes, crossed his legs on the sofa, and mumbled something under his breath.

The Fatty didn't dare to stay any longer. Grabbing the basket, he used buying vegetables as an excuse and slipped away.

Left alone, Jiang Cheng first leaned back on the sofa for a rest, then seemingly out of boredom, started fiddling with his phone. He didn't search for those familiar Japanese girlfriends but slowly opened the photo album.

Sorted by time, he scrolled to the most recent photos.

Specifically, four sketches.

He clicked on one of them. It was a very young woman, the hem of her dress fluttering in the wind, playful yet full of life— at least she looked like an innocent girl.

Jiang Cheng extended two fingers and slowly zoomed in on the screen, enlarging the photo until only the woman's eyes remained on the screen.

Through the screen, the two pairs of eyes stared at each other.

As the afternoon sunlight gradually faded and the spots of light no longer shone brightly, the room grew dim in the silence.

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"Buzz."

"Buzz."

A hand reached for the phone, and as it was opened, an anxious voice came through: "Why didn't you go to the exam? Professor Sun called me about it!"

The girl was lying on a huge bed, covered by a soft white quilt. Her messy hair spread out on the pillow, looking like a ferocious octopus.

She yawned, her eyes half-closed as if she was still in a dream. After thinking for a moment, she replied, "Uncle Gong, I'm sick."

"Don't give me that! You said the same thing last week!"

"This time I'm really sick," the girl said shamelessly, then coughed a few times symbolically.

The man, called Uncle Gong, seemed helpless and sighed, "Alright, alright, no more excuses. If it happens again..."

"By the way," the girl suddenly interrupted him, sitting up. "Uncle Gong, how's the thing I asked you to do?"

(End of the Chapter)

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