The next day!
After lunch, Zhang Miaomiao sat on the bed, looking bored as she spoke to Bai Xiaoling, who was below her. "Xiaoling, has the Chief Advisor always been like this? I mean, does he usually avoid socializing?"
Chen Shouyi hadn't shown his face once since morning. She'd gone to his room several times, but every time, he'd been training.
She hadn't wanted to disturb him. Zhang Miaomiao, who'd hoped to get to know Chen Shouyi better during the trip, was now sorely disappointed.
"Miaomiao, don't worry. Chief Advisor Chen is just like that. He trains in the other world every day. You won't see him until nightfall," Bai Xiaoling said, secretly delighted.
My Chen Shouyi isn't someone a coquettish, scheming woman like you can seduce.
A potbellied middle-aged man nearby smiled as he joined the conversation. "The Chief Advisor Chen you mentioned must be a Great Martial Artist, right? People of that caliber usually care about nothing but martial arts. Otherwise, they'd never become Great Martial Artists."
Being able to share a room with two beautiful women on such a dull journey and chat with them was naturally a pleasant thing.
"Great Martial Artists all have different personalities. You can't lump them together," said another middle-aged man in the same carriage, lean and fit, with a smile. "I'm much more easygoing, for instance. Which carriage is he in? I'll go introduce myself and have a chat."
The potbellied man looked surprised. He hadn't expected this train to be full of hidden talents, with a Great Martial Artist among his fellow passengers. He was about to offer a few words of flattery when Bai Xiaoling said coolly:
"Chief Advisor Chen is a Martial Master!"
Could a Great Martial Artist compare to even one strand of my Chen Shouyi's hair?