If once doesn't work, then try twice, if twice doesn't work, try thrice.
It's not just about educating others, Boss Jiang does the same himself.
A single rejection doesn't bother him; picking an auspicious day, Boss Jiang returns with renewed vigor, visiting once more,
on the weekend.
It should be less busy then.
It's still the same big brother at the door, still the same reception room, but this time the wait wasn't long.
About fifteen minutes later, there was movement.
Jiang Chen, calm and composed, looked up.
It wasn't Mr. Fujiwara; after all, once might be a coincidence, but twice? Those happen rarely.
Dreamlike azure eyes.
Smooth satin-like long hair.
Moreover, with the sun behind her on the ladder, he didn't get a good look before. This time Jiang Chen noticed that her hair was unexpectedly even more fantastical silvery than the color of her pupils, like a figure stepping out of mythology.
Cynthia.
Seems the three visits to the cottage tradition won't work here.
