I have ten trillion licking dog gold

"Is this the idea you came up with?"

"Yes. It's my wedding with Tetsuya Watari, he should be coming."

Fujiwara Reiki, who was announcing her good news, showed no shame and said matter-of-factly, "He came to my father's funeral last time, didn't he?"

Can a happy occasion and a funeral be treated the same?
Furthermore.

Was that guy really there to pay his respects last time?
I'm afraid their real intentions are not what they seem.

of course.

This kind of self-aggrandizing idea is not suitable to be shared.

"What if he doesn't come?"

Jiang Chen asked, seemingly unfazed by the sudden good news.

"If he doesn't come, then cancel the wedding."

Fujiwara Reiki giggled, then lowered her voice and tentatively asked, "Jiang-san isn't angry, is he?"

"Why would I be angry? Weren't you two already engaged?"

What is perspective?

Mr. Jiang set a good example and even offered his congratulations.

"Congratulations."

Fujiwara Reiki's mood suddenly turned somber, and she let out a soft sigh.

"Jiang Sang can't be with Li Ji. Li Ji will eventually get married."

Yes.

The world doesn't revolve around one person.

You can't expect people to wait patiently and without complaint.

When is the wedding date?

Jiang Chen changed the subject.

"The eighth day of next month."

The future princess was not one to drag things out; she quickly pulled herself out of her emotional slump, her voice brightening again: "By the way, bring that martial saint along too; Mei misses him quite a bit."

Martial Saint?

Jiang Chen was caught off guard.

"Jiang Sang... is there anything else you want to say to Li Ji?"

Fujiwara Reiki's voice was filled with hope and expectation, but unfortunately, Boss Jiang was a moral exemplar and a gentleman. He treated the soon-to-be widow in Jiangcheng with courtesy, so why would he go and provoke a woman who was about to enter the hall of marriage?

"No."

"..."

The simple two-word reply left Fujiwara Reiki silent, and then she couldn't help but burst out laughing.

This peerless enchantress, who struggled to climb out of the abyss, never needed anyone to hold an umbrella for her; she made peace with herself all by herself.

"Whether Li Ji gets married or not, her relationship with Jiang Sang will never change."

Does it refer to business cooperation?

should be.

Jiang Chen remained silent.

"Well... Li Ji will hang up now."

Jiang Chen put down his phone.

"Brother? What's wrong? You don't look well."

The Martial Saint suddenly appeared behind him.

Jiang Chen, who had deliberately come out to answer the phone, turned around and frowned slightly. "Is there?"

"Yes, I have!"

The Martial Saint stared at his face and nodded seriously, "If you don't believe me, go look in the mirror. It looks like food poisoning, all black and murky."

Jiang Chen ignored him.

That's utter nonsense.

What he just received was clearly good news.

"What's going on between you and Mei?"

"Who?"

"That little princess from Japan."

The Martial Saint suddenly realized, then casually explained, "We just chat occasionally. Brother, I think this little princess is quite pitiful."

"She's a princess, why are you pitying her?"

"So what if she's a princess? If the price is being trapped in one place for life and losing her freedom, what's the difference between her and a prisoner?"

This kid.

She's quite compassionate.

"Don't you hate a simple life?"

"Yes. They are two different things."

"How can they be two different things? That little princess is still royalty."

The Martial Saint wasn't fooled and retorted, "Then why are you doing business with those 'little people'? Your relationship with that young lady from the Fujiwara family isn't ordinary, is it?"

"Don't talk nonsense."

Jiang Chen's expression turned serious. "She is a princess."

The Martial Saint remained silent, but his expression clearly showed his dissatisfaction.

"Be more careful next time. Don't forget who we are."

"Bro, chatting isn't illegal, is it? I'm doing this for Sino-Japanese friendship~"

The Martial Saint spoke with conviction, “We talked about the beautiful landscapes of our land. She has a very good impression of China now. She is a princess, and when she grows up, she may be able to subtly influence the attitude of the Japanese royal family towards us.”

Jiang Chen was surprised, "So you're quite the visionary."

"No."

The Martial Saint raised his chin and boasted, "Brother, don't think I'm bragging. You know the butterfly effect, right? Historical turning points are often triggered by a series of trivial matters."

Jiang Chen was speechless for a moment.

"time to eat."

Seeing that the two children hadn't gone in for a while, Li Shurui came out herself.

Having forgotten his mission, Wu Sheng immediately shifted the blame, saying, "Sister Shurui, I just finished making a phone call."

"Whoever is the slowest to sit down at the table is responsible for clearing away the bowls."

Li Shurui turned around.

"Chiliu——"

The Martial Saint quickly ran into the house.

Jiang Chen hung leisurely at the very end.

Master Duanmu had already served the rice.

"Thank you for your hard work, Sister Duanmu."

Although Wu Sheng was used to being fed, he was quite good at appreciating emotional value. Holding his bowl, he turned his head and asked, "Brother, do you miss Sister Shu Rui that much?"

Jiang Chen and Li Shurui, who had just sat down at the table, were caught off guard.

"How to say?"

Li Shurui asked with a smile.

“I told my brother that my sister was looking for him everywhere and that he should avoid her, but he still came back so quickly.”

As he spoke, the Martial Saint hummed, "Love, it's a difficult problem, dazzling and mesmerizing..."

Li Shurui couldn't help but laugh.

Jiang Chen's understanding of this kid deepened further.

It's true what they say, "A scholar should be viewed with new eyes after three days' absence."

This emotional intelligence has improved by leaps and bounds.

"Miss Lan is indeed looking for you. What is it?"

Li Shurui inquired.

"A little thing."

Ok.

It is indeed a small matter.

It's just a matter of a slap.

Someone said casually, "It's already resolved."

"Resolved? Really?"

The Martial Saint was surprised. Holding his chopsticks and bowl, he said, "I see my sister is quite angry. Brother, don't try to tough it out. At worst, you can take Sister Duanmu to talk to my sister."

This kid.

Not only has their emotional intelligence improved, but their IQ has also increased significantly.

"It's nothing. Your sister and I aren't new acquaintances. It was just a small misunderstanding, which has already been cleared up."

The Martial Saint fell silent and gave a thumbs up.

Why didn't Fang Qing come back with you?

Li Shurui asked.

"Let's talk later."

Comrade Jiang Chen picked up some food.

Li Shurui looked at him in surprise.

"What's wrong, brother? Is something bothering you? Are you treating me like an outsider, or are you treating Sister Duanmu like an outsider?"

The Martial Saint got involved.

Have you seen "The Haunted Village"?

Jiang Chen suddenly said.

An old corpse in a mountain village?

The Martial Saint was completely bewildered, but he still nodded.

"I've seen it many times."

Many times.

This time it was Jiang Chen's turn to give a thumbs up.

Even though it was quite absurd, Li Shurui remained silent, did not delve into the details, and ate her meal quietly.

until night.

After they finished showering and were alone together, she finally spoke.

"What did you mean by 'the old corpse in the mountain village' when we were eating?"

Jiang Chen held the remote control, watching TV. "Have you seen this before?"

"What do you think?"

Jiang Chen laughed, "You've got guts." "Changing the subject?"

Li Shurui tilted her head, a half-smile playing on her lips.

What topic should we change?

He was even prepared to go straight back to Shacheng to apologize.

If I hadn't already made up my mind, I wouldn't have been so foolish as to bring it up at the dinner table.

Qingmei is simply too special in someone's heart; to put it bluntly, she's someone you can't possibly abandon after you've done your bidding.

Even a vague response is an insult to Fang Qing.

"How about we watch it together again?"

Jiang Chen smiled faintly, still offering no direct response.

Li Shurui is a very smart person. She keenly noticed her boyfriend's unusual behavior, but she was not in a hurry and nodded happily.

"Okay."

So, after many days, Comrade Jiang Chen took out his phone to project again.

In a remote mountain village, there is an ancient and terrifying legend.
Some say a horrific tragedy once occurred here; some say the land is stained with blood, haunted by lingering spirits; still others say... if you comb your hair in front of a mirror at midnight, you can see her—

The woman with long, flowing hair, a deathly pale face, and bloodshot eyes...

She's back...

pat.

All the lights were turned off.

Only the hazy moonlight.

Li Shurui leaned on her boyfriend's shoulder as she turned off the lights to enhance the atmosphere.

The light and shadow reflected on their faces.

Are you scared?

Jiang Chen said gently.

The head resting on his shoulder moved slightly.

"When I was a kid, I loved watching horror movies. 'The Haunted Village,' 'The Cursed Paradise,' 'The School Cemetery'..."

"Who did you watch it with?"

"With some friends, and Yali too. Some of them I watched alone."

"Not afraid at all?"

"I'm still a little scared. If I weren't scared, I wouldn't watch it."

Are you only watching because you're afraid?
What is the logic?

"Do all girls have some kind of morbid psychology, or a tendency towards self-harm?"

"Can you speak more politely? Why can't you describe it as challenging yourself?"

Jiang Chen smiled, pulled his girlfriend into his arms, and gently stroked her hair.

Li Shurui nestled against her boyfriend's chest, her ear pressed against his skin.

"You're not still scared, are you?"

She seemed to be able to hear his heartbeat.

“There is a top-notch celestial master outside. If Chu Renmei doesn’t know what’s good for her and crawls out, then she’s just unlucky.”

Jiang Chen couldn't help but laugh, and scolded his girlfriend for ruining the mood, "Look at you, you ruined the atmosphere at all. If the horror movie isn't scary, what's the point of watching it?"

"Then let's chat."

Li Shurui nudged his chin with her head and asked, "Did you have a fight with Sister Fang Qing?"

"Arguing with a lawyer? I don't have masochistic tendencies."

"Then why do you look so preoccupied?"

"Have it?"

Li Shurui tapped his chest with her fingertip, "A person's heartbeat doesn't lie."

Jiang Chen remained calm and composed. "I just relived the story of the old corpse in the mountain village with her."

Even if the former beauty queen, now CEO Li, is incredibly intelligent, she certainly wouldn't be able to glean much information from such nonsensical words. She looked up at her sparse stubble.

"and then."

Then I went to sleep.

"..."

What the hell.

What a true warrior!
That stormy night, after watching the movie "The Haunted Village," I went to sleep!
Although Comrade Jiang Chen spoke quite honestly, Li Shurui clearly failed to grasp the meaning behind his words.

No normal person would be able to react in time.

"what?"

"Huh what?"

"And then you went to sleep?"

Li Shurui had a question.

"Ah."

Li Shurui propped herself up; her bra strap wasn't purple, it was transparent.

"What do you mean?"

Li Shurui sat up, looking at someone with questioning eyes.

Jiang Chen coughed lightly. Even though he tried to remain calm, he was still a little embarrassed.

"...It's just sleeping."

Li Shurui's eyes flickered slightly, like stars that shone brightly and dimly, before she finally realized what was happening.

"You...slept with Sister Fang Qing?"

She was shocked and skeptical.

Comrade Jiang Chen remained silent.

The bedroom fell silent, save for the sound of the movie playing.

Chu Renmei didn't crawl out, but the atmosphere in the bedroom was even more terrifying than if Chu Renmei had crawled out.

After all, if Chu Renmei managed to crawl out, she could simply call upon the Daoist nun to kill her with a sword. But in such a situation, the Daoist nun couldn't offer any help.

No one can help.

"are you serious?"

After a long silence, Li Shurui spoke again.

No one even looked at her expression.

It's not cowardice.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have told the whole story.

However, Boss Jiang is different from scumbags. Scumbags have no bottom line, while Boss Jiang has a sense of morality.

"Ah."

He hummed in agreement again.

At times like these, other languages ​​seem utterly inadequate.

Li Shurui didn't start cursing or throw up the covers; she simply stared into his eyes.

But this senior who had deceived her body and her heart didn't make eye contact with her at all; he just stared at the projector without looking to the side.

"Don't you think you should explain this?"

The woman's voice was completely flat.

"sorry."

???

Is this the level of a Casanova?
At least offer some excuse.

For example, making a mistake that all men in the world would make.

"Are you breaking up with me?"

Look.

I'm sorry, that never solves the problem, it only makes it worse.

Jiang Chen then turned his head and met the gaze of the woman who seemed to have returned to how she was a few years ago.

"That was not what I meant."

"What does that mean? You want me to accept Sister Fang Qing and follow the example of the legendary heroines Ehuang and Nüying?"

Li Shurui remained expressionless.

Her face, beautiful as it may be, is truly unapproachable when expressionless.

"Would Sister Fang Qing agree?"

"She probably won't have any objections."

What a fluent answer!

Their wolfish ambitions are laid bare!
Is that what you call being honest?

He's clearly cunning and calculating!

Li Shurui almost couldn't hold back, but she managed to suppress it and keep her expression perfectly still.

"Have you talked to Sister Fang Qing?"

No. Just my personal feeling.

The luxurious bedroom was quiet again.

"Your personal feeling? Do you also feel that I would agree?"

"Didn't you already... call each other sisters?"

Fang Qing is someone I cannot give up.

And Li Shurui certainly cannot let him down.

He wasn't stupid; his willingness to be frank indicated a certain level of confidence. His courage was based on various supporting signs. However, some things are one thing to keep in mind, but quite another to be stated directly.

Women care about their image.

"The soul is pale!"

Someone reaped what he sowed; he was kicked in the chest and fell to the head of the bed, while Li Shurui threw off the covers and got out of bed.

"Don't watch it?"

"See for yourself!"

Li Shurui wrapped her pajamas tighter and walked out without looking back.

"boom!"

The sound of doors closing seemed to echo throughout the entire mansion.

Jiang Chen rubbed his chest, finally dropping his pretense and grinning.

Gan.

Isn't it said that when a tiger trembles, all women will lose themselves and become subservient?
Novels are definitely a bunch of liars. (End of Chapter)