I have ten trillion licking dog gold

"I thought you went back to rest... You seem to be in good health."

Instead of getting angry, Lan's mother, who had rushed over, smiled when she saw the father and son glaring at each other.

But the atmosphere was anything but relaxed.

Not to mention the Martial Saint, Jiang Chen, the instigator, was on edge, staring intently at the expressionless Blood Guanyin as she walked in.

When his wife and daughter arrived, Wu Guangjiang's expression changed as well. Just because he hadn't done something didn't mean he wasn't guilty.

The air became quiet for a moment.

You can hear a pin drop.

The conflict between the father and son was resolved instantly, but the smell of gunpowder in the room grew stronger.

"Boom boom boom——"

There was a knock on the door.

Because Lan Peizhi did not close the door after entering, two waiters came in after he knocked.

One person is holding a bowl of longevity noodles, and the other is holding tableware.

Happy birthday!

After placing the noodles and cutlery down, the two waiters bowed and withdrew, the door creaking shut as they helped close it.

Don't even say it.

I'm actually a little hungry.

However, considering that this day next year might be the anniversary of his death, he dared not touch his chopsticks. His gaze shifted upwards, instinctively looking at Jiang Chen.

When people are at their wits' end, they will place their hopes on the person they rely on most.

And someone has indeed created many miracles.

This time.

He did not simply give up and wait to die.

Instead of rushing and scrambling, he smiled at the mother and daughter's uninvited arrival, took a deep breath, and calmly extended an invitation.

"Auntie, you've come at the perfect time. Try the Martial Saint's longevity noodles."

He busied himself arranging and distributing the tableware.

"Xiao Jiang, are you all sober now?"

Lan's mother asked, and judging from her appearance, she didn't seem to know what had happened.

"How long has it been?"

Wu Guangjiang waved his hand dismissively, and then actually went to get a bowl and chopsticks, wanting to eat noodles.

This greatly shocked the Martial Saint.

Is this terrifying composure still the same Wu Guangjiang he knows?
"Chrysanthemum, Honghong, come on, let me serve you first."

Jiang Chen relaxed slightly. Fortunately, the other party had shown responsibility this time and did not leave him to bear the burden alone. However, when he looked at Lan Peizhi, who was motionless and exuding an invisible chill, Jiang Chen still felt a heaviness in his heart.

Alcohol really does cause trouble!
If he were fully conscious, Wu Guangjiang would never have had the chance to pull off such a stunt.

"I'm going to the toilet."

The Martial Saint clutched his stomach, seemingly needing to relieve himself, but in reality, he was planning to run away.

There are toilets inside.

A completely emotionless voice rang out.

Lan Peizhi did not make the same mistake as someone else.

As the owner of Qinyuan, she certainly knew perfectly well whether there was a restroom in the private rooms or not.

The Martial Saint stood frozen, caught in a dilemma.

"Sheng'er, it's alright, it's just listening to the opera, it's nothing."

A wise child is better than his mother.

Lan's mother must have noticed the fear in her son's heart.

"That's right. It's just listening to a play. As expected of Donghai, Ju, you can also appreciate it. It's much better than the makeshift troupes in our village."

At this moment, Wu Guangjiang was the one who seemed completely unaffected, as he handed the freshly served noodles to his wife.

"You really know how to use an analogy. What kind of environment is this? How can it compare?"

When Lan's mother smiled, Jiang Chen suspected that she was hiding a knife behind her smile, but in the end, she just took the noodles and did not slap them on Wu Guangjiang's head.

To be fair.

Jiang Chen was beginning to admire this man, who was despised by his son and ignored by his daughter, for his "skill in taming his wife."

Of course.

It's probably more due to personality.

"Why are you here?"

Wu Guangjiang casually asked a question.

“Honghong said you’re here.”

Could it be that those stinky Taoist priests really know magic?
Wu Guangjiang, secretly amazed, continued to probe, "How did Honghong know?"

“This place was opened by Honghong. How do you think she knew about it?”

Lan's mother lowered her voice, "Aren't you ashamed? You actually dare to sing opera here. Aren't you afraid people will laugh at you?"

Wu Guangjiang shuddered, and the chopsticks in his hand fell directly into the basin. "What did you say? This place was opened by Honghong?"

"Yes."

Lan's mother asked in confusion, "Didn't Xiao Jiang tell you?"

Wu Guangjiang immediately looked at Jiang Chen.

Jiang Chen also looked at him.

Eyes facing each other.

It felt as if a thousand emotions were intertwined.

“…Xiao Jiang, that’s not fair of you.”

“I just said that, but my uncle may not have heard it. The Martial Saint can testify to that.”

Jiang Chen quickly issued a statement to prevent the other party from misunderstanding that he had deliberately set a trap.

But Wu Guangjiang wouldn't listen to any of that.

He raised his hand and pointed at Jiang Chen.

"Luckily... otherwise I would have really fallen for your trap."

Have to admit.

The Martial Saint was impressed by this guy, but denying the truth was not a way to escape.

To catch someone in the act of adultery.

Even if the police arrest someone, they have to catch them in the act. In other places, as long as you keep your mouth shut, they might not be able to do anything. But my sister is the boss here!

Trying to fool her is just wishful thinking.
"Sis, how about I take Mom to the hotel to rest first..."

The Martial Saint stopped mentioning going to the toilet and, on a sudden inspiration, came up with a more ingenious strategy.

clear and distinct.

To avoid upsetting their mother, my older sister didn't tell her the truth.

"I'll see you off."

Jiang Chen coughed lightly and quickly continued.

The Martial Saint glanced at him.

He glanced at the Martial Saint.

Since we're brothers, we should naturally advance and retreat together. How can we leave him behind?
"Since we're already here, there's no rush. We have to eat the longevity noodles; we can't waste them."

Lan's mother was indeed unaware of the situation. Otherwise, no matter how honest and upright she was, she would never have been indifferent to knowing that her husband was visiting brothels, let alone have the appetite to eat noodles.

"Mom, let's go back to the hotel first. I'll order you another bowl then, I'll make it myself."

Ignoring Lan's mother's wishes, Wu Sheng went over, grabbed his mother's hand, and tried to pull her away. He looked as if he wanted to carry his mother away, and was just short of calling on his fellow sufferer to help him.

"You brat! What are you doing! Let go!"

Upon learning that this was his daughter's shop, Wu Guangjiang, even more convinced that he had been set up, snapped out of his daze and shouted at her.

Today, even the martial saint, who had been quite polite to him, could no longer tolerate it. "One should take responsibility for one's own actions! Wu Guangjiang, if you're a man, don't drag me and Brother Jiang Chen down with you!"

"What's going on? Why are you making noise all of a sudden?"

Lan's mother tried to mediate again.

Anger, shame, fear, and sympathy for his mother... all these emotions mixed together, like a snowball, growing bigger and bigger within the Martial Saint's body, until they became uncontrollable and burst out.

"Mom, ask him what he did!"

"What did I do? I didn't do anything! You little bastard, I'm your father, and you're trying to screw me over too, huh?"

Wu Guangjiang seemed even more enraged, spitting as he spoke.

Seeing this, Jiang Chen frowned slightly, and from Wu Guangjiang's excited reaction, he seemed to glimpse a glimmer of hope for survival.

"okay!"

Caught in the middle, Lan's mother suddenly raised her voice. Even the most docile person would lose their temper, "This is Honghong's shop, what are you doing? Is Honghong not going to do business anymore?"

The father and son both shut up at the same time, but stared at each other, neither willing to give in.

"Auntie, it's like this."

Jiang Chen began, "Uncle, didn't you just perform a piece of opera? After the performance, you chatted with the opera singer for a while, probably exchanging ideas about opera..." Wu Sheng was stunned, then suddenly turned his head, his face full of shock.

Lan's mother also looked at Jiang Chen, her eyes wide with surprise, and finally understood. She then turned to her husband.

"you……"

"Ju, don't you know who I, Wu Guangjiang, am? Besides, that girl is only twenty years old, and I'm older than her father!"

Wu Guangjiang seemed to have suffered a tremendous injustice, and angrily slammed his hand on the table, causing the glistening noodle soup in the porcelain basin to tremble.

Jiang Chen felt more at ease.

Prejudice in people's hearts is truly a mountain.

Even if a rural person knows how to sing opera, their acting skills could not be so realistic.

Therefore, this only proves one point.

During the twenty minutes the other party disappeared, they indeed did nothing.

Lan's mother, whose mind must have been in complete disarray, turned around, glanced at her daughter who had only uttered one sentence so far, and then turned back around.

"You went into someone's room?"

"Yes! But I didn't do anything! I just chatted with her for a while! I felt sorry for her, such a young child, performing here, so I gave her all the money!"

As he spoke, to prove his innocence, Wu Guangjiang took out his wallet, opened it, and showed it to the group.

indeed.

My wallet is completely empty.

Not a single penny of cash can be seen.

Do you feel sorry for the girls performing here?
What a novel idea!
"Wu Guangjiang, you're such a bodhisattva! Do you know how much these girls earn in a day? You should pity yourself instead of them!"

"If they had a choice, they would probably take a more respectable job. Isn't that pitiful?"

The Martial Saint opened his mouth, but did not roar again.

"Ju, if you don't believe me, you can call that girl over and let her tell you."

Wu Guangjiang spoke calmly, tossing his wallet on the table with a clear conscience.

These words were clearly not meant for Lan's mother alone, but also for the three younger relatives in the room.

“Honghong is the boss. How can she save face by calling people over to ask her about this kind of thing?”

Although Lan's mother never left the countryside in her entire life, she was very thoughtful in her considerations.

The house is full of family members, so it doesn't matter if we make noise, but if word gets out, it'll be a different story.

As the saying goes, family scandals should not be made public.

"I believe in my uncle."

Jiang Chen was the first to step forward and express his opinion.

Wu Guangjiang merely snorted coldly at his support, showing no gratitude whatsoever. After all, from the old man's perspective, this was clearly a conspiracy against him!
"Why don't you all go hide in the restroom, and I'll confront that girl alone? Listen up!"

That's an idea.

There is no basis for what you say.

If this cannot be clearly proven, it will definitely become a lingering resentment in the future.

Everyone looked at Lan Peizhi.

Seeing that the argument had been resolved, Lan Peizhi picked up her phone and made a call. A few minutes later, there was a knock on the door.

A tablet computer was brought in and placed next to the longevity noodles.

"There are surveillance videos inside."

"..."

"..."

"..."

"..."

After a moment of complete silence, Jiang Chen, the only outsider present, stepped forward, picked up the tablet computer on the table, and glanced at Wu Guangjiang before playing the video.

The meaning is obvious.

If the acting is too superb, once the surveillance footage is shown, there will be no room for doubt.

"Watch what I do."

Wu Guangjiang's response was forceful and fearless.

So Jiang Chen opened the surveillance video and turned the screen towards Lan's mother.

The person was drunk, but the surveillance footage showed they weren't.

The image quality is very clear.

From the moment Wu Guangjiang entered the room, to the moment he sat down to chat, and even the moment he took out his money, the entire process was captured on film.

The Martial Saint's expression shifted from embarrassment to surprise, and then to bewilderment.

Jiang Chen, who was acting as a human support while secretly glancing at the screen, was also caught off guard.

How do you say that.

Men have two great hobbies.

To drag innocent people down with you.

To persuade prostitutes to reform themselves.

Judging from Wu Guangjiang's attitude, he had a feeling that the other party hadn't laid a hand on him, but he never expected that the other party would be so noble and virtuous!

That's right.

The footage from the surveillance camera didn't show him as a disrespectful old lecher, but rather as a compassionate and virtuous moral exemplar!
"Humph!"

Considering the time spent traveling to and from the hotel, Wu Guangjiang only stayed in the room for a few minutes.

After the surveillance footage was played, Wu Guangjiang stood tall and straightened his back, flicking his sleeves.

The Martial Saint was embarrassed; he moved his lips, but hesitated to speak.

"Did you see it clearly? Do you want to look at it again?"

Jiang Chen silently put down the tablet.

"Apologize to your father."

Lan's mother tugged at her son's clothes, overwhelmed with mixed feelings—amusing yet also gratified.

"Why didn't he say so sooner?"

The Martial Saint couldn't bring himself to do it.

"Didn't I explain? It's just that you didn't believe me at all! Once doubt arises, anything you say is just sophistry! Because your prejudice has already convicted me!"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Chen began to feel ashamed.
"Uncle, I'm sorry..."

He had no mental baggage and immediately apologized.

Wu Guangjiang looked at him with a betrayed expression. "You two are all wicked, ganging up on this old man. If I weren't so principled and morally upright, I would have fallen for your trap!"

"Who conspired to frame you?"

The Martial Saint couldn't help but retort, though his confidence had waned. "Stop patting yourself on the back. You think you're so great? Any man could do that."

At this moment, the guests upstairs and downstairs who were enjoying themselves thought: Don't drag me into your bragging.

"Alright, good kid, remember what you said today. When you truly grow up and can do what your old man does, then I'll consider you a real man!"

No.

Didn't we just sever all ties?

The Martial Saint seemed to have forgotten about severing ties with his father, and retorted without hesitation, "If it were me, I wouldn't even go through the door!"

"okay."

Lan's mother shook her head helplessly and said to her husband, "I think you should relax too. Come on, let's go back and rest."

Wu Guangjiang snorted, picked up the wallet on the table, and put it in his pocket.

"Mom, I'll take you," Wu Sheng said.

Lan's mother nodded.

A false alarm.

and.

A clumsy attempt turned out to be skillful.

A smile crept onto the face of Jiang Chen, the planner. Just as he was about to follow the Wu family as they walked out, he suddenly heard three simple words.

"You stay."

He suddenly stopped.

The martial arts master turned around as he opened the door.

The Wu couple also turned around.

The Martial Saint was powerless to help.

Wu Guangjiang gloated.

Lan's mother remained silent.

"Squeak-"

The door slowly closed, swallowing the figures of the family of three. Through the semi-transparent window screen, one could see that the Wu family members outside were leaving quickly.

Why aren’t you laughing anymore?
Is it because I'm naturally averse to smiling? (End of Chapter)