I have ten trillion licking dog gold

"Clap."

The door closes.

Comrade Jiang Chen, who had gone out to watch the commotion late at night, returned wearing non-woven slippers.

"Are you feeling better now?"

Fang Qing, who had gone back to bed, tried to suppress the corners of her mouth.

Comfortable?

Jiang Chen realized that the door was not closed, and Qing Gege must have also heard the cursing of the two people who were taken away by the police.

He wasn't embarrassed at all.

"How long are people usually imprisoned for this kind of thing if they get caught?"

She is indeed quick-witted and eager to learn.

"You do not know?"

"how could I know?"

Jiang Chen, bewildered by the question, replied, "I'm not a law student."

"Aren't you quite knowledgeable about the law?"

Fang Qing's tone was meaningful.

As an entrepreneur, Mr. Jiang does have some knowledge of the law, but it's only superficial. The actions of the two people next to him happened to touch on his blind spot.

"The others are so-so, but I haven't researched this area."

oh?
This is contrary to the views of the vast majority of men.

Most men may be completely ignorant of other legal provisions, but they should be well aware of the consequences of being caught for this behavior.

Since the other party had asked so sincerely, Fang Qing didn't mind giving him a legal explanation.

"They are usually detained for ten to fifteen days and fined."

Jiang Chen nodded thoughtfully, recalling the police officer's parting words, "Will they also notify family members, partners, and workplaces?"

Fang Qing's eyes widened even more strangely, "Are you very scared?"

Detention for ten to fifteen days may seem insignificant to many, but the key issue is the additional harm it causes.

If it were widely publicized, it would be a complete social death.

Ok.

I shudder to think about it.

but--

"What am I afraid of?"

Yes.

He won't get arrested.

wrong.

He simply doesn't know how to do that.

"Then why are you asking so clearly? Is it to be prepared for unforeseen circumstances and plan ahead?"

Jiang Chen sighed with mixed feelings, "Are you legal professionals really that cynical? You always try your best to think the worst of people. Back when Fu Zili wanted to take me to broaden my horizons and offered to cover all the expenses, I firmly said NO."

It's unclear whether Fang Qing is too scheming or Jiang Chen can't keep things to himself.

"Oh? Is that so? When?"

Oops.

I let it slip.

Although there are almost no secrets between people who grew up together, as individual lives, they will always retain some privacy.

Jiang Chen immediately shut his mouth and shook his head.

"Go on. You're telling a story, right? True stories are always more interesting than made-up ones. Was it from junior high or high school?"

I don't know what students are like now, but back then, they were quite precocious; some were even dating in elementary school.

"It's been so long, what's there to say?"

Mr. Jiang never fabricates facts out of thin air; if he says something, it must be true.

Back when they were in school, the security situation wasn't nearly as good as it is now; people would be arrested by the police at one or two in the morning.

At that time, Shacheng was thriving, with all kinds of entertainment venues springing up everywhere. The small port city was well-deserved of its reputation.

"Yes, it's been so long, what can't be said?"

Fang Qing's voice was gentle. She changed from leaning back to slanting back, with a pillow under her arm and her hand supporting her head. Facing Jiang Chen, she curled one leg over the other, and her smile was full of seductive charm.

this is.

Seduction techniques?

wrong.

How can someone who is cultured and highly educated be so vulgar?
It can only be described as—

Honey trap.

Ok.

It's a very low-level honey trap.

For a more advanced seduction technique, you should at least slightly open the collar of your bathrobe, remove the towel that's been used as a makeshift hair-drying cap, and casually lift the hem of your bathrobe a little...

As for sophisticated honey traps...

Then we'll move beyond the superficial and low-level pursuits and focus on the sentiment.

cough.

Far away.

Jiang Chen sat down on the edge of his bed. After being pressed repeatedly, he had no choice but to speak.

otherwise.

Wouldn't that make people suspect I have a guilty conscience?

"high school."

First of all, we need to state our age in advance. This is not for his own sake, but for Fu Zili's.

Although there were quite a few "cowboy brothers" who messed around outside when they were in junior high school, if Qinggege found out that Fu Zili had taken him out to wander the streets and alleys for "romantic pleasures" during junior high, there's no doubt that Fu Zili would be in big trouble.

Ok.

Mr. Fu, who is currently in Shacheng, should be grateful that he spared his words.

"Which grade?"

Why ask such a specific question?

Jiang Chen glanced at the reclining Qingmei. Although it was a low-class pose, a beauty is still a beauty. Even a simple, haphazard pose was pleasing to the eye.

"This... how could I possibly remember that clearly?"

"No. You remember it very clearly."

Jiang Chen was speechless, then both amused and exasperated. He thought she was really getting cocky after being praised for being fat, as if she thought he could read her mind.

"I really can't remember, I just remember that it happened."

"Should I ask Fu Zili?"

"..."

Jiang Chen immediately surrendered, "What time is it? He should be asleep by now."

"Given his lifestyle, it's unlikely he'd be sleeping at this time."

Jiang Chen remained silent for a while, then said, "I remember now, it's senior year of high school."

Is it really the final year of high school?

Fang Qing narrowed her eyes slightly, her voice soft and gentle.

This guy actually knows the law; although he's not a professional, he's still considered a high-level amateur.

Senior year of high school means you're already an adult.

There's no way to make the crime even more serious.

"It was really senior year of high school. I remember it was the day Tie Jun was going to join the army, and I saw him off."

Look.

Look.

It’s impossible to guard against it.

"Didn't you just say you forgot? You clearly remember it so clearly."

Jiang Chen gave an awkward laugh and didn't reply.

Again.

There's no need to take it too seriously.

In the adult world, dignity is of paramount importance.

Fang Qing didn't press the matter and changed the subject, "Wasn't I there that day? We even drank together."

"It happened after drinking."

"..."

Fang Qing remained silent.

Also.

I couldn't possibly do that in front of her.

"You mean that night, after I got home?"

"Um--"

Jiang Chen lowered his eyes slightly, his voice barely audible.

Fang Qing frowned, a look of recollection in her eyes. "That day you told me to go back first, didn't you say we were going to play pool at the pool hall?" Ugh...
Jiang Chen suddenly looked up and couldn't help but recall the lines spoken by that kid, the Martial Saint.

Princess Qing's memory is absolutely phenomenal! Is her brain a computer? She can retrieve information based on events, and she can even easily find the excuses they give her.

"Am I wrong?"

Fang Qing met his gaze.

The person snapped out of their daze, realizing once again the terrifying talent of the green plum, and quickly said, "You know it, it wasn't me who said it."

Ok.

It wasn't him who suggested using playing billiards as a pretext.

"Where have you been?"

Faced with the super brain, Jiang Chen, having come to terms with reality, completely abandoned any wishful thinking and headed to "Xiaobeimen Street".

Why didn't you behave this way earlier?

"The flowers in the north of the city have bloomed through several winters and summers, how are you doing in the south of the city...?"

Fang Qing suddenly started humming a song.
This song is supposed to be very warm and tender, but listening to it now, it feels almost unbearable to watch.
Jiang Chen's forced smile was quite stiff.

"Didn't you say you refused at the beginning?"

Fang Qing stopped singing, lay back on the bed, and remained indifferent.

Honesty is still the foundation of a person's character.

One lie requires countless others to cover it up, and if even one link goes wrong, the whole thing collapses.

Despite being no match for them, Jiang Chen still made a last-ditch effort, saying, "I said I wouldn't go, but they insisted on making me go, saying that Tie Jun was going to join the army and we didn't know when we would see each other again. I really couldn't refuse."

Many commonly used templates.

Fang Qing remained calm, ignoring his reasons and focusing only on the result: "So you went?"

Jiang Chen remained silent.

"You're really good at this."

Fang Qing laughed and said, "I thought you guys really went to play pool that day. You're quite tight-lipped."

She had assumed he wouldn't lie to her, but it seems she was too confident.

Men can only be truly trusted when they're hanging on the wall.

"How was it? Did you have fun?"

Even though Qinggege showed no sign of displeasure and seemed to simply want to hear about the past, Jiang Chen was not fooled by appearances and readily shook his head.

"I'm just singing."

That's irrelevant.

Qinggege asked if she was happy, but didn't ask what she had done. And with Qinggege's ability to analyze things meticulously, she found another loophole.

"I know, those places are just karaoke bars on the surface. Are the girls singing with you pretty?"

"I didn't order it."

Jiang Chen immediately said, looking at Fang Qing with sincere and innocent eyes.

"You went there but didn't order anything? It's not like you had to pay anything."

"I really didn't order any."

The bitter smile that seemed to genuinely reveal Boss Jiang's emotions was perfectly timed; if this were in a movie, it would definitely be a textbook classic scene.

"I was so young back then, and it was my first time going to a place like that, I was so embarrassed."

"If you don't order, will Fu Zili and the others let you off the hook?"

They're setting a trap again.

If he had just followed along, he would have been tricked. Fortunately, Jiang Chen, who had been led by the nose, finally came to his senses. "It was already more than loyal of me to go. I was originally planning to go back and study that night."

Senior year of high school is a time of immense pressure. Everyone is racing against time to prepare for the college entrance examination. Of course, this refers to the students with good grades who hope to get into a good university.

At that time, due to family changes and his mother's departure, Boss Jiang had long lost his original stubbornness. Education was the only lifeline he could grasp, and to some extent, or to be realistic, he had to work harder than a gifted genius like Fang Qing!
So when he says he's reviewing, he's not necessarily just talking nonsense.

"Yeah, that's really loyal."

Faced with this statement, anyone else would probably burst out laughing, but Fang Qing didn't laugh. She even nodded, "Even if I don't study or prepare for the competition, I'm going to see my buddies off and support them. I'm sacrificing my own interests for the greater good."

She looked extremely respectful.

Fang Qing didn't laugh, but Jiang Chen almost did.

"It only happened once."

Jiang Chen forced himself to remain calm and pretended that it was nothing to brag about.

"So you really didn't order anything? You just sat there singing and watching them play?"

Jiang Chen nodded resolutely, "Really not."

To make his words more convincing, he added, "Think about it, I was only a senior in high school at the time, and the girls there were at least as old as us. Do you think it's a waste to spend money to find a woman so much older than yourself? Even if you don't have to pay out of your own pocket, you can't treat other people's money like it's nothing."

Estimate.

This is what I really think, isn't it?
Fang Qing suddenly fell silent, staring at him without making a sound.

Jiang Chen felt a little uneasy under that gaze. "What...is wrong?"

Is twenty-six or twenty-seven a very old age?

"..."

Jiang Chen was stunned, caught off guard.

What kind of brain circuit is this?

No matter what kind of woman she is, there are always some things about her that can be puzzling, such as her focus on things that can sometimes be hard to understand.

"Wasn't it big for me at the time?"

Seventeen or eighteen years old, compared to twenty-six or twenty-seven, well, that's perfectly fine, almost a full cycle older.

Fang Qing turned over and lay flat again. Suddenly, she felt inexplicably sad. She looked at the ceiling and said, "So much time has passed."

Jiang Chen breathed a slight sigh of relief and tugged at his collar.

We've finally gotten over this topic.

I was almost drenched in sweat.

To avoid circling back to the same topic, he went along with it, saying, "Who says otherwise? In the blink of an eye, we'll be middle-aged, just like the song Xu Shangao sang at the end: 'When the autumn leaves finally turn golden, when our hair turns gray, when we're no longer busy, when our hearts are no longer impetuous, when we let go of all our sorrows, when we understand the impermanence of life.'"

What's going on?

Are they all this unconventional?
How did it suddenly rise to this level?
Weren't we just talking about high school students singing karaoke?

wrong.

In that era, there was no such thing as a "shop" or "business," and the street in the north of the city was not large in scale; it could only be considered a collection of small workshops.

At the time, Fu Zili was just a young man in society, and he couldn't afford to hire anyone from a high-class place.

Think of it this way.

Compare your own life and achievements to those of others today.

It really is quite moving.

The air became quiet.

Jiang Chen threw off the covers, lay down on his own bed, put his hands behind his head, and stared blankly at the ceiling, just like Qing Gege.

Emotions are indeed contagious.

One minute.

Two minutes.

Jiang Chen turned his head and was startled.

"You're still awake?"

Fang Qing looked up, her eyes wide open, and suddenly threw off the covers and sat up.

As soon as she stood up, Jiang Chen also stood up.

"what are you doing?"

"what are you doing?"

Someone else asked as well.

Fang Qing looked at him.

"I need to pee."

"..."

Jiang Chen threw off the covers and got out of bed.

Fang Qing's eyes shifted uncertainly.

"……what?"

"Go outside and avoid this."

Jiang Chen said casually, and made a move to walk out.

"Boom!"

A beautiful leg emerged from her bathrobe and kicked him hard in the butt this time. Jiang Chen fell directly onto the bed, losing one of his non-woven slippers. Fortunately, his belt was tied tightly, otherwise he would have made a complete fool of himself.

Fang Qing walked away and went into the restroom.

As Jiang Chen lay on the bed, he finally understood that being punished by standing in the corridor earlier wasn't actually a form of torture.

I definitely wouldn't peek.

"Clap."

Kick off the other slipper.

Sliding onto the bed, Jiang Chen grabbed the blanket, covered his head, and blocked out his uncontrollable hearing.

"Namo Ratna Trayaya..."

The Great Compassion Mantra echoed from under the covers. (End of Chapter)