Chapter 312 - It’s a Waste of Talent Not to Join the Acting Industry

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

“It’s alright, it wasn’t that long,” Quan Jue said. From the corner of his eye, he saw Jiang Xiaoli walking out of the woods with half of her face covered. His eyes flashed with a deep light.

Chi Jiao’s gaze was also on her. She watched as Jiang Xiaoli walked over to Jiang Shen, who was taking photos at the entrance of the Glazed Tile Temple. She pointed at her face and said something to him. Then, Jiang Shen’s face instantly turned solemn as he nodded.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Then, he led her to Chi Jiao and Quan Jue.

“Miss Chi Jiao, let’s head back. Xiaoli’s face has an allergic reaction,” Jiang Shen said.

Quan Jue’s gaze landed on Jiang Xiaoli’s face.

Half of her face was red and swollen, but it didn’t look like an allergy. It looked more like she had been slapped.

Quan Jue’s thin lips curved into a fleeting smile.

Looked like his pampered little girl had been up to some mischief again.

Chi Jiao looked at Jiang Xiaoli’s face and was utterly surprised. “Sister Xiaoli, it looks serious. There are a lot of plants on this mountain. It’s easy to have an allergic reaction if you touch them.”

Even if she had allowed Jiang Xiaoli to rat her out, she would never say that her face had been beaten by someone else.

Indeed, Jiang Xiaoli did not disappoint her.

Jiang Xiaoli felt like her liver was about to explode from anger when she saw Chi Jiao acting like it had nothing to do with her.

This little b*tch is so good at acting. It’s a waste of talent not to join the acting industry!

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Back at the residence, Jiang Shen took Jiang Xiaoli to bid farewell to Ou Zhenglin and Liu Ruhua before leaving.

Shen Liao and Gu Xia had already returned and were busy decorating the courtyard.

Red lanterns were hung in the courtyard and couplets were pasted on the door. The festive feeling of the new year immediately emanated.

Yan Zhengchen and Gong Lu were responsible for helping Uncle Chen clean the house.

“Grandma, what can Brother Quan and I do for you?” Chi Jiao hugged Liu Ruhua’s arm and asked sweetly.

“You two don’t have to do anything. Go rest,” Liu Ruhua said with a smile.

“Let us do something. There’s no point in idling around,” Chi Jiao said.

Seeing her insistence, Ou Zhenglin coughed and said, “Let’s make dumplings together.”

Chi Jiao thought it was a good idea and turned to look at Quan Jue with sparkling eyes. “Brother Quan, let’s help my grandparents make dumplings.”

She had never experienced making dumplings with someone she liked during the New Year.

Quan Jue nodded with a smile since it wasn’t a ridiculous request.

Time passed quickly. In the blink of an eye, the sky turned dark.

When Liu Ruhua was young, she liked to cook and had even specially researched the dishes served in the palace during ancient times. She had personally prepared the New Year’s Eve dinner and specially cooked a few palace dishes. Together with the dishes that Chi Jiao and the other juniors liked to eat, there was a huge table of food.

Chi Yexi had also rushed back just before the reunion dinner. The round table was filled with people, and the dining room was unprecedentedly lively.

This was the first time Chi Yexi had met Quan Jue. He was at the peak of his career and was at his busiest.

He had wanted to find Quan Jue and have a talk with him many times, but he had no time.

Although he disliked Quan Jue, he did not show it in front of so many people.

The lively New Year’s Eve dinner was carried out in a very happy atmosphere.