I have ten trillion licking dog gold

Heroes are as numerous as carp crossing a river, but those who know Lan Pei's real name are as rare as phoenix feathers, and those who know it and dare to openly call it out are even rarer.

But Boss Jiang did it.

Why has he been able to get to where he is today? It's because he dared to do what others dared not do and did what others wouldn't do.

Not to mention the Martial Saint, even Lan's father and mother were almost conquered by him. Wu Guangjiang's eyes were practically wide open like copper bells.

Even when two people are together, there is a hierarchy, such as who listens to whom. In the Wu family, he is undoubtedly the head of the household, and his word is law. But Wu Guangjiang knows that his daughter is different from her mother and is definitely not the virtuous and gentle type.

In other words.

Even if Jiang Chen and his daughter were to start a relationship, in Wu Guangjiang's eyes, Jiang Chen would definitely be the subordinate and the one being exploited. To use the words of today's young people, what is it called, "licking someone's boots"?

In short, they have no dignity whatsoever.

But that cry of "Honghong" was like a morning bell, overturning his understanding. After a moment of stunned silence, Wu Guangjiang glanced at his daughter with suspicion in his large eyes.

Could it be.

My daughter has that kind of personality.

She's incredibly fierce to strangers, capable of terrifying anyone with just a glance, but in romantic relationships, she transforms into a kitten.

Correct.

This is called a contrasting personality type.

A not-so-loud "Honghong" made the Wu family members' eardrums ring and their heads spin. As the one being called, Lan Peizhi, for some reason, seemed to be in a trance, frozen in place, staring straight at the person who was becoming more and more courageous despite setbacks, without saying a word or showing any expression.

what.

That suffocating feeling of not being able to breathe has returned.

Like a suffocating fish, the Martial Saint couldn't help but breathe heavily. At the same time, his admiration for someone reached its peak, and his heart was in his throat.

He was worried that the table would fly away at any moment, even though it was made of rosewood and was quite heavy.

The table didn't fly away.

Without mentioning his younger brother's birthday or that this was his parents' first time visiting Donghai, as children, overturning their parents' table cannot be described as filial piety or lack thereof.

Although Lan Peizhi was not highly educated and did not complete nine years of compulsory education, it does not mean that he lacked manners.

Moreover, this is the most basic moral bottom line.

perhaps.

Is this the very point that a certain valiant man, who borrows the tiger's power, has grasped?
“Honghong…”

Lan's mother's expression suddenly changed drastically.

What did she see?

I saw my daughter stand up and pick up the half-empty bottle of red wine that the restaurant had given us.

"Step aside."

Lan Peizhi ignored him and spoke to the Martial Saint.

There was no hesitation.

The Martial Saint practically "jumped" up, immediately making room for the bottle, fearing that if he was even a little slow, it would fall on his head.

What happened to going through fire and water?

As expected, human nature cannot withstand the test.

When enjoying the good life, the two brothers are naturally inseparable, but when faced with a "choose one of two" situation, it's definitely a case of "better to sacrifice your friend than yourself."

This kid himself is also deeply influenced by Taoist culture.

Is it too late to back down now?
Jiang Chen, who thought the other party wouldn't lose his temper in front of his parents, felt uneasy as Lan Peizhi approached, carrying a wine bottle.

Although this bottle won't send him to the hospital, it will definitely cause him a huge loss of face.

But if he backs down, the effect will be the same: he will be unable to hold his head up in front of Lan's parents, and the label of "henpecked husband" will become an indelible mark on his being...

but.

Is being a henpecked husband really that shameful?

Let alone the Sichuan and Chongqing region, henpecked husbands are found all over the world, countless in number. There's a saying...

Those who dote on their wives prosper.

"Speak well if you have something to say..."

Instead of resisting head-on, Boss Jiang, a wise man, lowered his voice and softened his tone.

After driving away the Martial Saint, Lan Peizhi, standing on higher ground, looked down at him without smashing the wine bottle in his hand over his head.

"Raise your glass." Whew—

Jiang Chen secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

as predicted.

His judgment was correct.

The other party is still "well-educated, reasonable, and sensible".

"I can do it myself."

He didn't sit down; instead, he stood up sensibly to take the bottle, but a single look from Lan Peizhi stopped him in his tracks.

Yeah.

If you refuse a toast, will you have to suffer the consequences?

"The arrangements are quite good."

After Jiang obediently picked up his glass, Lan Peizhi raised his wrist, tilted the bottle, and pressed the bottle mouth against the rim of the glass. The bright red liquid flowed out, sliding down the glass and swirling.

Although the Martial Saint verbally took full responsibility, it was obvious who was the mastermind behind it all.

"Fifteen years old is a turning point from adolescence to youth. Besides, my uncle and aunt have never been to the East China Sea before, so I thought of bringing them here."

Jiang Chen knew when to stop and began to reason with him, but since he only started explaining now, wasn't that too perfunctory?

"Have you practiced that martial arts manual?"

Lan Peizhi's hand was very steady, and the flow of the wine into the glass was quite even, without the slightest fluctuation.

Jiang Chen's heart skipped a beat, and an ominous premonition immediately sprouted and grew wildly.

Yes.

Executing first and reporting later was a privilege granted by imperial authority.

But you're not a eunuch.

"boom!"

Just as the wine glass was about to be submerged more than halfway, the sturdy bottle suddenly shattered, spilling the remaining wine and staining Jiang Chen's clothes.

Wu Guangjiang was startled and wished he could grab his chopsticks, lower his head, and eat his rice to show that it was none of his business.

Even the Martial Saint was dumbfounded, his heart pounding with fear, and he involuntarily held his breath.

"Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock..."

Broken pieces of the wine bottle fell onto the table and onto the carpet.

really.

You get what you pay for.

The quality is terrible.

"Xiaojiang..."

Lan's mother was taken aback, then quickly got up, but didn't know what to do. She then pulled out a few tissues and handed them over, saying, "Wipe it off."

"Thank you, aunt."

Jiang Chen calmly put down his wine glass, took the tissue, and remained humble. He didn't rush to deal with the wine stains on his clothes or even his face. Instead, he looked at Lan Peizhi and his gaze fell on her slender white hand, which was also wet with wine.

"Are you okay?"

The Martial Saint was dumbfounded.

Like a frightened bird, Wu Guangjiang couldn't help but raise his head, his mouth wide open, his jaw almost dropping to the table.

At this moment, Boss Jiang has transformed into a top educator, as if he were saying to the Martial Saint: Watch closely, I will only teach you once.

After his amazing performance, his teaching wasn't over yet. He took the tissue that Lan's mother handed him in one hand, and raised the other hand to gently and naturally hold that "dirty" hand, carefully wiping it.

If you touch a tiger's butt and don't die, that's just luck.

It's amazing that it can still be lively and energetic even after being touched so often.

"Awesome!"

Wu Guangjiang murmured to himself, and the three words that he spoke were completely from the bottom of his heart. Not to mention the Martial Saint, even as a man, he felt that his eyes had been opened and he was deeply inspired.

Age and seniority are all bullshit.

There's no order of precedence in learning; those who are accomplished are teachers! (End of Chapter)