Picking Up Fragments

He could see the surveillance footage given by Little Xian, and only then did Jiang Siming realize that the person who had come was not Li Shengxue, but another woman who was equally beautiful. The image of this woman flashed through Jiang Siming's mind, and he suddenly remembered her.

Wasn't this the Japanese female celebrity who had been taken hostage? Her name seemed to be some sort of "Ri Mei." Did she find his ID card? Why didn't she turn it over to the police? With these questions in mind, Jiang Siming got out of bed, went downstairs, and opened the door. The sight that greeted him was no longer the frightened and disoriented face from last night. The re-illuminated Shizuka Rie was indeed very beautiful. She had delicate eyebrows, slender and concentrated eyes with a hint of sunshine, a straight and delicate nose, lips that curved like petals, and a face small as a palm, smooth as jade, all complemented by a head of thick, black hair.

She was undoubtedly a top-tier beauty. If Liu Chuang from yesterday wasn't a uniform enthusiast, Shizuka Rie would definitely not have escaped his clutches. Today, Rie was wearing a yellow sundress with floral prints, outlining her good figure. She also wore a straw hat with flowers, tilted on her head, adding a perfect touch to her overall appearance, making her look even more exquisite. Even Jiang Siming couldn't help but give her a few extra glances.

"Good morning, I am Shizuka Rie." She spoke in quite an unrecognizable Chinese, making it difficult for Jiang Siming to understand.

"Do you speak English?" Jiang Siming doesn't know Japanese either, so he could only ask if she spoke English.

"Yes, yes." Rie quickly nodded. All the Chinese she had hurriedly learned the night before was forgotten as soon as she got to the scene, but fortunately, her benefactor also spoke English. The two began to communicate normally.

"Thank you, benefactor. If it weren't for you, I really don't know what I would have become." Rimei said as she knelt down before Jiang Siming and, with the very formal Japanese ritual, clasped her hands together, preparing to bow in gratitude. This gesture of thanks is only shown to non-relatives who are most important to one's life in Japanese etiquette, and it is rarely used by ordinary Japanese people.

"This formality is unnecessary, in our Chinese culture, we don't practice such grand gestures. We believe that great kindness doesn't need to be thanked, having the intention is enough."

There is a very popular saying in the world: Lin Yutang once said, "The ideal life of a world of great unity is to live in an English village, with American pipes for water, electricity, and gas in the house, have a Chinese chef, marry a Japanese wife, and find a French lover."

Japanese girls are favored by men from various countries as ideal wives.

Of course, many people misunderstand Japanese girls, probably due to watching too many Japanese films, but in reality, well-bred and well-mannered Japanese girls are very traditional. Experience exclusive tales on empire

Even such slight physical contact can make them shiver.

Jiang Siming didn't think much about it; he just felt that this way of conversing was very unconventional.

"Let's go inside to talk. By the way, where is your disgusting manager?"

"She didn't come; I came by myself. I was afraid of exposing the benefactor's identity, but... benefactor, why do you find Ms. Takahashi disgusting?" Rimei asked, puzzled.

"Is that even a question? If she hadn't threatened to sue the police if they didn't save you, the policewoman wouldn't have resorted to this desperate measure to exchange places with you." Jiang Siming naturally took Li Shengxue's side.

To be honest, if Li Shengxue hadn't been forced to swap places with Rimei, Jiang Siming might not have chosen to take such a risky action that could have injured himself to save her. He could have waited a bit longer, and when the opportunity arose, he could have taken Liu Chuang out with a single swift move.

Unfortunately, his plans were completely disrupted by that middle-aged agent, forcing him to resort to that move. "But... I said to shoot, not to come and save me," Shimizu Rimei explained.

"That must be your agent taking it upon herself to alter your words," Jiang Siming shrugged. "Why would Nee-san Takahashi do that? What about my life? Why would she burden me like this? Even if I were saved, I wouldn't be able to live with a clear conscience..." Shimizu Rimei was full of remorse and disappointment in her agent.

"Why else, when you are the most important money-making machine in her company? In her eyes, you're worth a lot more than the police," Jiang Siming couldn't resist the sarcasm. Shimizu Rimei felt tears welling up in her eyes; no one had ever spoken to her like this before. His straightforward words and sarcastic analogies left her in tears. Yet, she knew what Jiang Siming said was true. The relationship between Takahashi and her was far from being close friends; Takahashi had always seen her as her top artist. Shimizu Rimei knew this better than anyone. Now that Jiang Siming had pointed it out, her little self-esteem was hurt.

"I'm sorry... I really didn't know she would say that..." Shimizu Rimei bowed to Jiang Siming, her eyes brimming with tears. Jiang Siming's heart softened, and he realized his words had been a bit harsh.

He waved his hand and said, "Forget it, it's not your fault. That's your agent's doing. I was a bit too blunt. Don't take it to heart." "You're right, it is Rimei and Nee-san Takahashi who are too selfish," Shimizu Rimei wiped away her tears and choked out.

"Big brother, this is your ID card." Shimizu Rimei handed the ID card, which she had kept in her bag, to Jiang Siming. Jiang Siming took it with some confusion and asked, "Did you ask the police for the address?" Although the ID card had an address, it was the household registration address.