130: Chapter 130 The Spirit of Jian'an, the Legacy of Cao Cao

Xue Yao pestered Jiang Chen for a long time.

However, Jiang Chen strictly upheld his husbandly virtues, not losing a single inch of ground.

He gave her absolutely no chance.

It was not until the Dragon Soul aircraft carrier strike group arrived that Xue Yao went with Commander Li Jing to welcome them.

Only then did Jiang Chen breathe a sigh of relief and return to his small fishing boat.

"This Ms. Yao is just too strange."

"Could it be that she has taken a fancy to me?"

Jiang Chen hid in the cockpit.

He had originally wanted to mooch some of the aircraft carrier's buffet, but he hadn't expected to encounter a female version of Cao the Thief, a cultural metaphor for a womanizer.

"Wait!"

"There must be something fishy about this."

Jiang Chen thought for a moment and sent a radio message to Commander Tang Ze.

[Commander Tang, this is pearl river 888, I am Jiang Chen.]

Soon, Commander Tang Ze replied to him.

[You rascal! You only reply to me now. I thought you were done for!]

Jiang Chen smiled: [Don't worry, my small fishing boat has wings; if I can't win, can't I just slip away?]

Commander Tang Ze: [That's good! I heard from Commander Li Jing that you made the greatest contribution in this breakout. What kind of mischief have you been up to now?]

Jiang Chen: [I found another big treasure at sea. I'll tell you when I get back. I have a favor to ask right now!]

Commander Tang Ze: [Go ahead!]

Jiang Chen: [Help me check the identity of the commander of the Sister Li aircraft carrier. What is her background!]

Commander Tang Ze: [Uh, the identity of an aircraft carrier commander is SSSSS-level classified information.]

Jiang Chen: [How many S's do I have again?]

Commander Tang Ze: [Four.]

Jiang Chen: [Can't my military merit this time add an S?]

Commander Tang Ze: [It's possible, but it still requires an application, going through the process, and then...]

Jiang Chen: [I'll prioritize getting you one hundred Heavenly Soldiers and Generals mechs later.]

Commander Tang Ze: [Hold on, the information is coming right over.]

Click, click.

Soon, a digital file was sent to the interface in Jiang Chen's cockpit.

Jiang Chen quickly clicked to open it.

The first photo he saw, a formal portrait with chin-length hair, was none other than Xue Yao.

Jiang Chen thought he was drunk from eating too much cake.

He rubbed his eyes and carefully looked at the information again.

Qin Xueyao.

Age 23.

S-Sequence.

Electric Element.

"Xue Yao, Yao Xue!"

"So that's it!"

Having finished reading the information, Jiang Chen finally had an epiphany.

It was as if Cao the Thief, a cultural metaphor for a womanizer, had possessed him; he had an epiphany.

"No wonder this woman was like a sticky little cling-on, wishing she could just crawl all over me. So it was you, you brat!"

Jiang Chen gritted his teeth.

He knew Xue Yao was in training with the Dragon Group, but he had no idea she had signed up to run for aircraft carrier commander!

"And she even dared to flirt with me!"

Jiang Chen decided to take revenge.

He climbed out of the cockpit and returned to the deck of the Sister Li.

At this moment, Xue Yao, having finished welcoming the officers from the Dragon Soul, was looking everywhere for Jiang Chen.

She searched all the way to the deck and saw Jiang Chen walking from the edge of the deck.

Her face immediately lit up with joy.

She walked towards Jiang Chen: "Mr. Jiang, why are you out here on the deck catching the breeze? I've had such a hard time looking for you!"

She had originally thought that Jiang Chen would be as embarrassed as before and would keep backing away.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Chen did not retreat but stood his ground and, following her lead, replied: "Ms. Yao, why are you looking for me?"

Xue Yao couldn't stop her footsteps in time, and her forward-leaning body collided with Jiang Chen.

Jiang Chen wrapped an arm around her shoulder: "Ms. Yao, have you been overworking yourself?"

"Uh... I, I'm fine."

Xue Yao steadied herself.

She was somewhat surprised that Jiang Chen hadn't dodged.

She looked up, only to be stunned to find that Jiang Chen was now scanning her without any restraint.

His gaze swept over her hair, brushed past her neck, and finally landed on her undulating, graceful figure.

Xue Yao's body felt as if it had been struck by lightning.

What a strange feeling.

Hmm, let me feel it again...

"Ms. Yao, you just said you had a hard time looking for me?"

"What does that mean?"

Jiang Chen asked back with a look of confusion.

Facing Jiang Chen's feigned ignorance, Xue Yao blushed and mumbled: "It's just, I was just looking for you."

"Hmm, well you've found me now. Is there anything you need my help with?"

Jiang Chen asked, blinking.

Xue Yao couldn't help but swallow, and asked with a heart full of mischief: "My communication equipment seems to have a tiny little problem. Do you know how to fix it?"

"Oh, where is the equipment?"

"In my resting quarters."

Led by Xue Yao, Jiang Chen arrived at her resting place.

This was a cabin used by the commander for daily rest.

It wasn't large, only about twenty square meters.

However, it was enough for her to use alone.

"Where is the communication equipment you mentioned?"

Jiang Chen followed her in and asked with a professional expression.

Xue Yao closed the cabin door and then handed him the air conditioner remote control.

"Here, it's broken."

Jiang Chen took it and looked at it for her.

Then he pressed a button.

With a beep, the air conditioner turned on.

Jiang Chen explained: "You didn't press the power button."

"Wow, Mr. Jiang, you're amazing. You saw the key to the problem at a glance."

Xue Yao looked at Jiang Chen with starry eyes.

"..."

Jiang Chen was speechless.

Pretend!

Just keep pretending for me!

You can become an aircraft carrier commander, but you're pretending to me that you don't know how to press a power button?

Jiang Chen looked at the closed cabin door and said: "Ms. Yao, this isn't very good. If people find out, they'll gossip."

"It's fine, your wife isn't here anyway."

Xue Yao sat down beside Jiang Chen.

The small resting room suddenly became even more crowded.

Jiang Chen immediately stopped hiding it.

Since you want to act, I will accompany you and make the fake play real.

"Mr. Jiang, to tell you the truth, I have a husband."

Seeing that Jiang Chen had finally taken the bait, Xue Yao became somewhat apprehensive.

No way!

No way.

Is Jiang Chen really going to cheat?

Should I be happy, or should I be happy?

"You have a husband?"

Jiang Chen smiled.

"Hey, hey! This is the behavior of Cao the Thief, a cultural metaphor for a womanizer!"

Xue Yao wanted to stop him.

But Jiang Chen said: "What Cao the Thief, a cultural metaphor for a womanizer? This is called the Jian'an Spirit, the legacy of Wei Wu, the spirit of Lord Cao, the ambition of A'man."

"..."

Xue Yao burst into tears.

She had invited a wolf into her house!

Half-resisting and half-yielding, she was eaten clean by Jiang Chen.

Watching his departing back, Xue Yao looked resentful.

What kind of situation was this?

Although she had successfully collected her rations, enough for several days, the nature of it seemed a bit wrong.

She would have to interrogate him again when they got home.

Ask him why he wanted to act like Cao the Thief, a cultural metaphor for a womanizer!

"I can count as an aircraft carrier commander now, right?"

After leaving Xue Yao's resting cabin, Jiang Chen secretly chuckled to himself.

Given: Xue Yao commands the aircraft carrier.

And he, commands Xue Yao.

According to the equivalent principle of data transmission, that is equivalent to him commanding the aircraft carrier.

Thinking of this, Jiang Chen felt physically and mentally refreshed.

The most important thing was that this brat still didn't know that he already knew her identity.

"I guess she's still confused, thinking I really have taken a fancy to Ms. Yao?"

Jiang Chen chuckled.

He planned to tell her about this after they got home, so she wouldn't really think he had become Cao the Thief, a cultural metaphor for a womanizer.