I have ten trillion licking dog gold

"Jiang Chen is here, what are you all still hiding here for?"

Without even knocking, Shi Qianqian simply turned the doorknob and walked in, truly treating herself as if she were one of the guests.

wrong.

She's not an outsider either.

Before he could scold his daughter for being impolite, Shi Zhenhua immediately glared at her.

"Nonsense! Why would I be avoiding him?"

Shi Qianqian ignored him and shifted her gaze, "Mom, Dad already told you, right?"

"say what."

Meng Meiling countered with a calm expression, showing that she treated her ex-husband and daughter equally.

Shi Qianqian took a deep breath, and then personally announced the good news, "Jiang Chen and I are together."

"What about the second half of the sentence?"

Shi Zhenhua snorted coldly.

"Dad, please don't interrupt when Mom and I are talking. It's very impolite of you."

Shi Zhenhua quickly opened his mouth, but his throat seemed to be blocked by an invisible cloth, and he could not make a sound. The feeling of suffocation made his face turn black.

"Mom, I'll definitely wish you well, right?"

Shi Qianqian stared at her mother, taking the initiative. She knew that she couldn't stay out of it today, and that the guy downstairs who only had a lot of courage wouldn't be able to handle it.

Do you need my blessing?

Meng Meiling countered with a question.

"Of course we need it. Otherwise, why would we come to your house today?"

"You mean if your mother and I don't give you our blessings, you won't even come home anymore, right?"

Shi Qianqian tilted her head and sighed helplessly, "That's not what I meant. Dad, can't you be a little more positive? Don't always assume the dark side of people. Think about how much courage Jiang Chen mustered to come to our house today."

Shi Zhenhua remained unmoved. He was in the study now; if he were still in the kitchen, he would definitely have picked up a cleaver and chopped the cutting board.

"Do you know what I would do if I were younger? Xiao Qi's nutritional needs are getting stronger and stronger, so it's time to give it extra meals."

"dad!"

Shi Qianqian put on a stern face, "That's going too far! Jiang Chen even brought you gifts."

Gift?

Upon hearing this, Shi Zhenhua's expression softened involuntarily.

What do parents value most?
It's about attitude.

What did he bring?

Shih Chen-hua asked indifferently, giving the impression that he clearly wanted to know but pretended not to care.

Fish cake.

Shi Zhenhua was stunned. "Fish cake?"

"correct."

Shi Qianqian nodded, "The fish cake from Shacheng is the best in the country. Anything you buy in the market outside of Shacheng is fake."

Shi Zhenhua was delighted.

"Do you think I've never even eaten fish cake?"

"Then tell me what you want? I'll have him buy it for you."

Shi Xixi was decisive and efficient.

"I do not want anything!"

Shi Zhenhua answered without hesitation.

Shi Qianqian was clearly prepared. After her father responded, she immediately replied, "That's right. He knew you didn't lack anything, so he thought of bringing some local specialties. Dad, we learned in our textbooks that 'a gift of a goose feather from a thousand miles away is a small gift but carries great meaning.'"

Shi Zhenhua, who was caught on the trap, moved his mouth but found himself speechless. Seeing this, Meng Meiling seamlessly took over and stepped in to replace him.

Where is he?

They've been married for decades, after all.

Shi Xixi tilted her head, facing off against the two of them, "Downstairs. This is to avoid an awkward situation if you're not prepared. Can you come down now?"

Meng Meiling remained unmoved and asked, "Have you thought about what kind of life you'll face in the future? Are you sure you can accept it?"

Shi Zhenhua nodded unconsciously.

This makes sense.

Mei-ling was ultimately saying one thing and meaning another.

"Mom, I've thought it through very clearly."

She smiled sweetly, "At worst, it'll be Monday, Wednesday, or Friday, or Tuesday, Thursday, or Saturday."

Shi Zhenhua felt dizzy and leaned on the desk, laughing and scolding, "Can you even distinguish between Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, or Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday?"

Shi Qianqian looked at him and said, "Dad, this is not something you need to worry about. What can't be discussed? We can discuss how to divide it later."

have to.

This is a terminal illness, beyond cure.

After being cornered, Meng Meiling remained silent for a moment, as if making a final effort.

"If you ever encounter any grievances in the future, don't look for anyone."

What was Shi Xixi's reaction? She raised her right palm as if making a vow, "I promise, I will never bother you because of me and him. Dad, Mom, you can enjoy your retirement in peace now."

"Let's go, let's go!"

Shi Zhenhua waved his hand to urge him on, seemingly trying to avoid seeing or hearing about it.

"Hmph. Fine, let him go. Mom, let's go downstairs and leave him here alone."

Shi Qianqian hugged her mother's arm and pulled her out of the study, without even closing the door for her father.

I reckon Shih Chen-hua in his study must be sighing and lamenting again.

She's really forgotten her father now that she has a man.

"Mom, why is Dad so stubborn? I told him I'd take responsibility for whatever happens, good or bad, but he's still being so indecisive."

Shi Qianqian muttered complaints as she walked.

"So it turns out he was just acting all along. I thought he was really that open-minded."

"Men are all like that."

Shi Qianqian was confused and turned to look at her mother, who was much calmer. "What?"

"Only officials are allowed to set fires, while common people are forbidden to light lamps. They can do whatever they want with themselves, but they are very strict with their sons-in-law."

If Jiang Chen were here, he would definitely give this Aunt Meng a salute.

What utmost selflessness!
Shi Qianqian couldn't help but laugh, forgetting to continue scolding her father, and said "embarrassedly" "Mom, what are you saying? Why are you calling your son-in-law?"

"Don't you feel wronged?"

Shi Qianqian shook her head, her expression softening, and said gently, "What's there to feel wronged about? It's just a certificate. Even if you have the certificate, will you not feel wronged?"

Meng Meiling remained silent.

"I know how he treats me, and you know it too. Dad knows it as well. It's easy to find a priceless treasure, but hard to find a loving man. Mom, I fought for him. If he were really a womanizer, I wouldn't have had to go through all this trouble."

Meng Meiling nodded.

"Your taste in men is not bad."

Shi Qianqian smiled wryly.

"Mom, are you praising me or insulting me?"

Meng Meiling remained silent.

Shi Qianqian, clinging to her mother's arm, leaned even closer to her mother, saying, "I have good taste; it's all thanks to your good qualities."

No.

Is she praising her mom or insulting her mom?

"You have better taste than me."

"Don't say that. Mom, look, you've been divorced for so long, and Dad is still single. What does that say? Mom, Dad is just proud. Men are all like that, stubborn."

Shi Qianqian became more and more engrossed in her speech, "I think you should just get back together and celebrate. There's no time like the present, so why not do it now and have double the happiness?"

What a double blessing!

Fortunately, Meng Meiling is a Buddhist and has a mild temperament; otherwise, if she had a hot-tempered mother, she would have been kicked to death.

"Your understanding of joy is somewhat unique."

Shi Xixi smiled and playfully shook her mother's arm.

"Mom~"

The mother and daughter went downstairs.

Upon hearing the commotion, the person immediately stood up, respectfully.

"Aunt Meng."

Shi Xixi glanced at the open jar of rice wine on the coffee table.

"How much did you drink?"

Jiang Chen felt ashamed.

This girl, why can't she ever get the point?

"Not much."

There really aren't many.

Only three or four cups.

This mild rice wine is so good that a normal person should be able to drink three or four jin (1.5-2 catties) without any problem.
He only drank three or four glasses, which certainly wasn't enough to satisfy him, but he should have been warm enough.

"You seem to be in good spirits."

Meng Meiling said.

Jiang Chen, who had just arrived and drunk a few cups of Shaoxing wine, smiled obsequiously.

"Sit down." The host and guests took their seats.

"Sisi told me about your situation. Do you have anything to add?"

What does it mean to be extraordinary?

A simple opening remark demonstrates skill.

Even with some preparation, Jiang Chen still found it difficult to cope and glanced at Shi Qianqian.

He had no idea what she and her parents had said, but at this moment, all he could say was, "No, no."

"Really not?"

Meng Meiling confirmed.

Jiang Chen felt like he was about to sweat, perhaps because of the rice wine.

The other party is not playing by the rules.

Shouldn't we wait until we're at the table to start talking?

"My mom is asking you a question, answer her."

Jiang Chen steadied himself, "How about we wait for Uncle Shi to come down..."

This request is very reasonable.

It's undoubtedly more appropriate to have both parents present, saving you from having to deal with one thing and another – that's too much trouble.

"You mean I'm not qualified?"

Jiang Chen quickly said, "No, Aunt Meng, don't misunderstand. I didn't mean that."

For someone of that level to act like a naive young boy speaks volumes about their character.

of course.

It cannot be ruled out that there is an element of acting involved.

So what if you're acting?
Even if it's just acting, it still shows enough respect.

Putting aside the difference in favor and status, the daughter is completely bewitched and has no trump cards at all. If this were a business transaction, she wouldn't even be qualified to sit at the negotiating table.

"I have no opinion."

Meng Meiling's calm voice fell to the ground abruptly, as if time had been paused, and the atmosphere instantly became quiet.

Jiang Chen was caught off guard.

Before I even exerted any effort, one of the bosses blocking my way let me pass.

"I don't know what her father thinks, and it's none of my business, but I won't go back on my promise to you."

Meng Meiling explained her reasons.

It turned out to be the case.

There is something to say.

Do good deeds and don't worry about the future.

Jiang Chen's lips moved, finally settling into a complex smile.

"Aunt Meng is truly a person of her word."

"The most important thing in doing business is to have a sense of contract. Since you keep your promise, I certainly won't go back on my word."

What truly defines an independent woman?

The Queen Mother of the Golden Sea is a prime example.

She was never anyone's subordinate. Even when her husband was seriously injured and on the verge of death, the group was in a state of panic, and her daughter was not yet ready to take on the heavy responsibility, she was able to resolutely step forward to take charge.

Jiang Chen certainly remembered the three rules they agreed upon at the 301 Hospital in Kyoto.

“Aunt Meng, this is not a business deal.”

Comrade Jiang Chen was very brave; instead of immediately expressing his gratitude, he even went so far as to correct the other party's word choice.

Meng Meiling scrutinized him.

"But Aunt Meng, don't worry, my promise will always stand. Jin Hai will only ever bear the surname Shi."

Jiang Chen spoke again.

A slight smile finally crept onto Meng Meiling's lips. "Of course, you two aren't getting married, so there's no question of property disputes."

Shi Xixi blushed and said coquettishly, "Mom~"

Jiang Chen also touched his nose.

Surprise?
Not to mention.

It's too early to be happy at this point.

I have never eaten pork, but I have always seen pigs running away.

Similar scenarios are frequently depicted in soap operas. In these situations, parents usually have a clear division of labor, with one playing the "good cop" and the other the "bad cop."

And now the red-faced one has made his appearance.

The white-faced guy is probably getting ready soon too.

Jiang Chen didn't deliberately look towards the stairs.

They still haven't shown themselves.

Is this some kind of show of force they're trying to give him?
His relationship with the other party was much more harmonious than his relationship with Meng Meiling. Could that person really be so shameless?
When will Uncle Shi come down?

"No rush. My dad will come down when it's his turn," Shi Qianqian said. "Let's drink."

Still drinking?

Jiang Chen glared at her in annoyance.

Shi Qianqian ignored him and asked the nanny to bring another cup. Her mother let her go, and she seemed to be in a good mood. She said to Jiang Chen, "I'll drink with you."

She picked up the wine jar, filled two glasses with wine, and started celebrating right in front of Meng Meiling.

"Give."

She handed him a glass of wine.

Jiang Chen had no choice but to answer.

"cheers"

Shi Qianqian raised her glass in acknowledgment, then tilted her fair chin up, displaying a spirit that rivaled any man, and downed the drink in one gulp. After finishing, she licked her lips.

"It tastes pretty good. Go ahead and drink. Don't worry, there's plenty."

Jiang Chen had no choice but to down the wine in one gulp. He gulped it down, and the heat rose from his stomach to his chest, spreading throughout his body, making him feel even warmer.

Shi Xixi continued to fall.

Jiang Chen didn't know if it was some kind of test for him, so he didn't dare to refuse and eventually came to terms with it.

It's pretty much the same as a beverage, so just treat it as a way to warm up and boost your courage.

"Aunt Meng, would you like some?"

Instead, he asked about Meng Meiling.

"My mom doesn't drink alcohol."

Jiang Chen hummed in agreement, took the wine glass that Shi Qianqian pushed towards him, tilted his head back, and with the heroic spirit and magnanimity of Wu Song before bravely storming Jingyang Ridge, he drank another glass in one gulp.

"Great!"

Shi Xixi acted as the atmosphere-maker, providing emotional value.

Comrade Jiang Chen, who had drunk a total of about one jin (500ml) of liquor, wiped the corner of his mouth.

Shaoxing wine.

It tastes similar to rice wine.

It's only about 10 or 20 degrees Celsius.

But this thing called alcohol.

Does the degree of myopia matter?
Mood plays a more decisive role.

The person, whose whole body was starting to heat up, began to feel as if he were possessed by the spirit of Erlang Shen, the God of War.

If we keep drinking a few more cups, we won't be afraid of anything, not just a show of force, but even a tiger's roar.

"Want some more?"

Shi Xixi asked considerately.

Jiang Chen, filled with pride, nodded without saying a word.

It means to pour, to fill up!

"There are guests."

Meng Meiling, who had been quietly observing from the sidelines, suddenly spoke up to remind him.

Jiang Chen, who was kept in the dark, was surprised and puzzled.

"There are... more guests?"

"It's okay. It won't affect anything."

Shi Qianqian casually reassured them, "Anyway, it's not just anyone; you know them."

Jiang Chen was even more confused.

Isn't today a "family dinner"?

Why did you hire someone else?

And he knows him?

"Who?"

He asked tentatively.

"Lan Peizhi".

Meng Meiling gave a simple explanation.

Jiang Chen's pupils suddenly contracted, and then his mind went blank as if a firecracker had been set off. Despite having drunk more than a pound of rice wine and despite the manor having the Five Constant Systems, a layer of sweat suddenly seeped out from his back.

Ok.

Cold sweat. (End of Chapter)