I have ten trillion licking dog gold

Fang Qing, who was sitting on the sofa in someone else's house, heard a terrified scream coming from the stairwell outside before the lights were turned on.

This time she learned her lesson and didn't go out to join the fun. Taking advantage of the fact that no one was around, she frowned slightly and quietly rubbed her bottom.

In the corridor.

Mr. Jiang was standing on a stool, holding his phone up in one hand to illuminate the room, and was about to turn on the switch with the other hand when someone climbed up on top of him. Then, as if he had seen a ghost, he screamed in terror.

"elder brother?"

It turned out to be Hong Xiaoyu.

It's truly a misunderstanding; the family has stopped recognizing each other.

"What are you doing?"

Fang Qing fell down just now, and now Hong Xiaoyu almost tripped as well.

You can't blame him.

In a dilapidated building, just as you're contemplating climbing the stairs, you suddenly turn a corner and bump into a pale, towering face. Who wouldn't be frightened?
Is he playing another prank on me?

You've all grown up!
Jiang Chen was also startled by the sudden shout. He turned around and saw that it was his cousin. Only then did he close the gate again and get off the stool.

"The power tripped."

Hong Xiaoyu looked at the electrical box, then suddenly realized what was happening. He breathed a sigh of relief and smiled, "I thought I'd encountered a ghost."

"Is that all the courage you have?"

Jiang Chen picked up the stool and walked upstairs.

"Brother, don't you know that scaring people can be deadly? Luckily I'm young. If it were an old person, they would have had a heart attack."

Hong Xiaoyu followed him upstairs.

"Sister Fang Qing."

Upon entering the house, he was not surprised to see Fang Qing sitting on the sofa and immediately greeted her.

The lights have been restored.

"You two talk."

Actually, Fang Qing had already heard the two brothers' voices outside. She got up and was about to go back when the person who had put the stool down suddenly remembered something and shouted in response, "Wait a minute!"

Both of them looked at him strangely.

Without offering any explanation, the man hurriedly went into the bedroom, then casually grabbed a coat and, in front of his cousin, "affectionately" draped it over Qingmei's shoulders.

"Be careful of catching a cold."

"..."

"..."

Both the parties involved and the bystanders remained silent.

Be careful not to catch a cold?
Is it cold?
Or is it that Sister Fang Qing is wearing very little clothing?
Hong Xiaoyu stared at the two people standing together, their hands on their shoulders because they were wearing clothes, with a strange expression on their faces, and instantly started brainstorming.

What's going on here?
What happened?
Why did my cousin suddenly become so brave?
If this was the case for bystanders, Fang Qing, as the person involved, was even more caught off guard.

Although hugging and cuddling is not uncommon between them, and for example, no one took it seriously just now, it was all done in private, and they had never been so "open and aboveboard" before.

So someone's unusual behavior left even a top-notch woman from a prefecture-level city somewhat bewildered. She stared at him blankly, with a cute look of confusion, as if seeking an answer.

of course.

The person didn't give an answer, but took a step back and said, "Let's go back."

"..."

"..."

After an intriguing silence, Fang Qing said nothing and silently walked towards the door, wearing someone's coat.

The house was too small, so Hong Xiaoyu quickly moved aside.

soon.

The sound of doors opening and closing could be heard outside.

Fang Weiguo was watching the news broadcast, while Pan Hui was cleaning. It seemed that this was the typical scene in families of this generation, a copy-and-paste job: men liked to watch the news, while women had endless housework.

Fortunately, they were all busy with their own things and didn't notice their daughter.

Of course, it was also because the couple knew their daughter had gone to visit their neighbors across the street, so they were quite relieved.

Fang Qing didn't disturb her parents, hurriedly went back to her room, and closed the door.

It's definitely not cold.

So when she got back to her room, the men's jacket she was wearing quickly appeared in her hands.

Her body heat lingered on the coat, while another temperature overlapped with it.

His brows furrowed involuntarily once again, but this time it wasn't because of pain.

As legal professionals, we must never turn a blind eye to doubts; the exploration and pursuit of the truth is a fundamental principle written into our professional handbook.

Suspicious points.

It's definitely not on the men's coat that's too big for her in her hand.

She placed her coat on the bed without any hesitation, as if it were her own, and then walked to the mirror to examine herself.

Her long, silky hair, her elegant and refined face, her clear and bright eyes like a pool of autumn water, her defined jawline yet not sharp, exuded a gentle and approachable charm...

front.

There seems to be no problem.

Fang Qing slowly turned around, her gaze fixed on the life-sized mirror.

He's too clever.

or.

It was based on a legal person's intuition.

When her back appeared in the mirror, Fang Qing stopped and stared at the small but distinct horizontal crack in the center of her back.

No wonder.

I will remind her to be careful not to catch a cold.

That's really thoughtful.

After watching for a while, Fang Qing looked in the mirror, picked up her phone, and sent a message.

It's not about reminding the other person to pick up their clothes.

Instead, he asked a question.

Do you think I'm unfashionable?

Double-breasted.

It's not exactly authentic.

However, in this rapidly changing era, where there is an increasing pursuit of saving fabric for the country.

Ok.

There might be some...conservative elements.

The other end.

Hong Xiaoyu had already secretly closed the door, and like a paparazzi squad, he whispered, "Brother, what's going on between you and Fang Qing?"

"What could possibly happen between her and me?"

The person remained calm and composed.

Hong Xiaoyu looked incredulous. "Brother, I know you. You wouldn't have acted like this before."

Jiang Chen's face was expressionless as he stared at the increasingly veiled young man. "What?"

“You used to be very restrained.”

Time will not let anyone down.

Hong Xiaoyu's growth is evident to the naked eye.

restraint.

How tactful!

How concise it is!

Given their relationship, there's no need to be overly cautious about many things. For example, what's the big deal about putting on a coat? It's not like taking someone's clothes off. But this usually carefree guy, who would even pat a Bodhisattva's backside, became unusually "restrained" in front of his childhood sweetheart, as if afraid of being misunderstood.

Ok.

It's like trying to hide something obvious.

"You have something to say."

Why should someone, acting as the elder brother, go to such lengths to fabricate lies for their younger brother?

There's absolutely no need to explain.

"Brother, tell me about it, I promise I won't tell anyone..."

Hong Xiaoyu was unwilling to give up. It felt like ants were crawling inside him. He had been watching Fang Qing and her cousin for so many years. Now that he finally saw a hint of something unusual, how could he not be excited and curious?
Jiang Chen raised his hand, as if to knock him on the head.

Hong Xiaoyu dodged.

“I have a girlfriend,” Jiang Chen said.

Hong Xiaoyu's lips moved, but he fell silent. Those five simple words seemed to extinguish his burning thirst for knowledge and curiosity.

The two brothers sat down.

"Brother, my cousin came to my place again."

Hong Xiaoyu got back to the main point, saying, "He said he withdrew the lawsuit."

"Ah."

Jiang Chen nodded.

Hong Xiaoyu knew that he knew, but as the middleman, he had to show his attitude. His mother was not suitable, so it was most appropriate for him to take the place.

"Brother, you're not angry?"

Jiang Chen's lips curled up. "Life is like a play. We meet because of fate, and it's not easy to grow old together. Shouldn't we cherish it even more? Why get angry over trivial matters? In retrospect, what's the point? I won't get angry if others do. Getting sick from anger is something no one can take your place. If I get sick from anger, who will benefit? Besides, it's mentally and physically exhausting..."

Hong Xiaoyu smiled. He used to sing "Don't Get Angry" when he was a child and even used it to practice his handwriting. "I think so too, but my mom feels very sorry for Sister Fang Qing and Uncle Fang."

Jiang Chen tilted his head, his smile widening.

This kid has really grown up; he's even starting to handle social interactions on behalf of his parents.

"So do you think your mother is wrong?"

Hong Xiaoyu shook his head silently.

"That settles it. My aunt never intended to harm anyone. And the matter has been resolved, albeit in a slightly different way."

"Brother, my mom and uncle had a huge argument, and my uncle had to take everything he brought back. They often bicker, but they've never been this fierce before..."

"You learned something in the workplace and used it all on me?" Jiang Chen teased, then said calmly, "My aunt is my aunt, and Zhang Zhongquan is Zhang Zhongquan. Your relationship doesn't affect our relationship."

Hong Xiaoyu hummed in agreement and couldn't help but say, "This time, my uncle's actions were outrageous; he had no humanity whatsoever."

It's more than just a lack of humanity.

This is using everyone as a stepping stone.

"Every man for himself. That's understandable."

Hong Xiaoyu glanced at her cousin, only to see a calm indifference.

That's understandable.

But it cannot be forgiven.

Obvious.

Our final connection has come to an end.

For my cousin, this already strained family ties have finally come to an end.

"My mom told me that the lawyers who were originally helping my cousin went to help other homeowners in Greenland Phase II to protect their rights?"

Hong Xiaoyu didn't try to say anything nice. You should stay away from people who indiscriminately advise you to be magnanimous, because they might drag you down with them when they get struck by lightning.

My cousin has done everything he could to be kind and righteous.

and.

Is a relative important to my cousin?
It's not only those with blood ties who are considered family.

My cousin may not have many relatives, but he has quite a few family members.

For example, the family across the street, from beginning to end, whether they were poor or rich, never abandoned my cousin.

"Well, it has nothing to do with Zhang Zhongquan. Your sister Fang Qing just saw injustice and wanted to restore peace and order to Shacheng."

Hong Xiaoyu looked on with admiration and murmured, "Sister Fang Qing is always so righteous and kind-hearted. When I was a child, she would help old ladies cross the road."

Jiang Chen couldn't help but chuckle, "She definitely wouldn't dare to help now."

Hong Xiaoyu laughed, "Sister Fang Qing is a lawyer, she won't be afraid."

Just as the two brothers were joking around.

downstairs.

This time it's not a coffin truck.

After all, Zuji Hui had already been sent to a mental health center for treatment and could no longer act as someone's pawn.

Tonight, I got a GL8 instead.

They kept a low profile, but only a little.

Last time I knew to wait until the middle of the night, but this time, I couldn't wait even though it was only eight o'clock.

I guess he was a little embarrassed and angry.

Before the car had even come to a complete stop, the door opened, and a strong smell of paint instantly wafted out.

Under the hazy night sky, several men as fierce as wolves and tigers, carrying paint buckets, were about to get out of the car with menacing expressions. Their fierce eyes were fixed on the million-dollar sports car next to them. This time, their target had expanded, and it seemed that they did not intend to let go of this Maserati either.

Repainting is much more expensive than replacing a security door.

Several men, wearing masks and white gloves, not to conceal their identities but simply to protect themselves from paint damage, were crouching down, about to jump out of the car, when several ghostly figures appeared beside the GL8, seemingly appearing out of nowhere.

There was no verbal communication.

The only connection was in their eyes.

soon.

Several ghost-like men climbed onto the vehicle and reached out to push the burly man, who was about to jump off, back into the car.

You're really being too friendly.

"boom!"

The car door closed again.

Then a violent tremor broke out.

A moment later, the driver's side door suddenly opened, but strangely, the driver didn't get out. A few seconds later, the driver slowly reached out and obediently closed the door again.

After stopping for about a minute, the GL8, having regained its composure, turned around and inexplicably drove away again.

"Brother, what's wrong with this paint?"

After sitting for more than half an hour, Hong Xiaoyu walked out of her cousin's house, turned on her phone's flashlight, and only then did she notice the dark paint on the hallway.

"Take a closer look, is this paint?"

"If it's not paint, could it be blood?"

Hong Xiaoyu was not intimidated.

"Yes, it's blood."

Jiang Chen stopped at the doorway, the light from the house behind him and the darkness of the corridor intertwined on his face, creating a deep and eerie light and shadow effect.

Hong Xiaoyu's heart skipped a beat for no reason, then he gave an awkward smile. "Brother, I'm leaving."

Jiang Chen nodded.

Hong Xiaoyu walked down the steps, deliberately avoiding the "blood" that seemed to still be flowing.

After his cousin turned the corner, Jiang Chen closed the door, went back inside, and walked to the window.

After a while.

Hong Xiaoyu walked out of the building and appeared downstairs. He passed by the Maserati Quattroporte without realizing that a GL8 had just passed by.

"Ding dong."

A message notification sounded.

Jiang Chen looked down at Hong Xiaoyu's figure until it disappeared, then took out his phone.

What was sent was a video.

For Mr. Jiang, who has lived here since childhood, the background environment has long been a part of his blood.

It is the moat that is only a ten-minute walk from the Third Construction Company compound.

The photographer's perspective is from crouching on the shore.

The camera was pointed at the shimmering surface of the moat.

It was clear that several unfortunate people who had fallen into the river were struggling in the water, splashing water everywhere, like comical ducks.

More than ten years ago, when Jiang Chen and his friends were children, the moat was incredibly smelly, with thick layers of garbage floating on its surface. They even witnessed bodies being pulled out of the moat. In recent years, due to the vigorous development of tourism, the moat has been cleaned up and its appearance has improved significantly compared to the past. However, soaking in it must still be quite unpleasant.

How could you be so careless?

After watching the video for a while, Jiang Chen noticed another message.

It was sent by Qing Gege.

Do you think I'm unfashionable?

Jiang Chen's mind flashed to pure white double-breasted buttons.

Lawyers are supposed to be dignified.

He was about to reply, but before his fingers even touched the keyboard, he slowly put down his phone, looked up, and gazed at the jade disc in the night sky.

The highest and brightest sun and moon.

Closest and most distant relatives
Husband and wife? (End of Chapter)