I have ten trillion licking dog gold

Since everyone had been drinking, we had to arrange for a car to pick them up.

Wu Guangjiang was helped into the car.

Even though I only drank beer today, I feel more drunk than yesterday.

The streets were bustling with traffic.

The starry river flows through the night sky.

"You don't need to come tomorrow."

Inside the luxurious business van, Wu Sheng Jiang Chen sat facing Lan's mother, while Wu Guang Jiang tilted his head and fell asleep, even snoring.

"Mom, I'll take you to the airport."

Lan's mother shook her head, "I'll listen to you."

Lan's mother probably didn't want to add to the sadness of parting.

"Then I'll send someone to escort your aunt and uncle tomorrow."

Jiang Chen spoke up, showing his understanding.

Lan's mother smiled and, while her husband was asleep, said, "Xiao Jiang, I'm sorry you had to suffer like this."

Martial Saint, not wanting to be left out, immediately chimed in, glancing at the fast-sleeping Wu Guangjiang.

"This guy doesn't distinguish right from wrong, he thinks it's a trap set by Brother Jiang Chen and Sister Jiang, he's just being petty and judging others by his own standards."

Lan's mother's smile was tinged with helplessness. "I wasn't talking about your father."

Not Wu Guangjiang?
—That can only refer to my older sister.

The Martial Saint quickly shut his mouth.

Jiang Chen smiled, a smile that revealed his gentle, kind, respectful, and frugal nature. He looked at Lan's mother and asked her a question.

"Does your aunt feel wronged?"

Lan's mother was slightly taken aback, staring straight at Jiang Chen, and then smiled knowingly.

Then, she clenched her fingers, which resembled withered tree bark:

“It was unfortunate for Honghong to be born into our family, but fortunately God was not too unfair to her.”

The Martial Saint remained silent, his head slightly lowered.

"If what you say is true, then 99% of people have reason to complain about their family of origin. Just like when you and your uncle came to Donghai this time, they also encountered some unhappy things, but good or bad, aren't they all part of the scenery?"

Lan's mother stared at him, remaining silent for a long time.

Jiang Chen said softly, "Peizhi has actually moved on a long time ago. For children, having parents is a source of spiritual support and endless motivation, no matter how far apart they are. Uncle and Aunt, taking good care of yourselves is the best compensation you can give her."

Jiang Chen smiled and said, "The Martial Saint is already fifteen years old, why should Auntie keep drawing a circle around her head?"

The carriage returned to silence, its luxurious features effectively isolating the bustling city from the hustle and bustle of the city.

"Xiao Jiang, I'm entrusting Hong Hong to you."

After a long silence, Lan's mother seemed to have finally let go of a worry that had weighed on her mind for many years.

Jiang Chen smiled wryly. Very well, he had drunk alcohol but hadn't boasted; on the contrary, he was even more sober than he had been on the riverbank.

"Auntie, I'll say it again, I'll do my best."

"You have so little confidence in yourself?"

Jiang Chen smiled wryly, avoiding the question, his eyes filled with sincerity and earnestness.

"No matter what the final outcome is between Pei-zhi and me, I am very happy to have met Aunt and Uncle."

What I fear most is sudden emotional outbursts.

If he didn't know the inside story, knew Sister Shurui, and lived under the same roof, Wu Sheng would have been quite moved at this moment.

There's no end to what you can learn.

There's no way to learn it all.

However, he also believed it.

Jiang Chen is not acting.

His attitude toward his parents is evident to all.

Lan's mother opened her mouth, as if to say something, but said nothing.

Their strength is limited, and they cannot offer any help to the other party. The two children will have to walk their own path in the future.

"So are we."

Lan's mother nodded slowly.

When he sensed the car starting to slow down and tending to stop, Wu Sheng turned his head to look out the car window.

A brightly lit, magnificent hotel came into view.

Eastern Star Pivot.

His heart skipped a beat.

"Brother, did we come to the wrong place?"

The Martial Saint quickly offered a reminder.

This is my older sister's business.

My older sister didn't show up all day for some reason. How did she end up "walking into a trap"?

Mr. Jiang remained calm, clearly indicating that it was not an unintentional mistake. With his tacit approval, the car stopped at the hotel entrance.

The doorman opened the car door.

Comrade Wu Guangjiang was sleeping soundly and showed no signs of waking up.

Jiang Chen got out of the car and offered to help him, but all he heard was, "Let me help you."

His handsome face was covered with helplessness. Wu Sheng got out of the car, first forcibly helped Wu Guangjiang up from his seat, and then, with the help of Lan's mother, bent down and carried the man who had never been his father on his back.

"Ok?"

Jiang Chen stood by the car and asked.

The Martial Saint hugged Wu Guangjiang's legs, pulled the man on his back up a bit, and sneered, "I can climb up, believe it or not?"

Jiang Chen nodded, "Thirty-sixth floor, we'll wait for you up there, Auntie, let's go."

The Martial Saint's face darkened.

Lan's mother smiled as she watched from the side, worried that her son wouldn't be able to handle it.

But a fifteen-year-old boy is already capable of shouldering some responsibilities.

Carrying the unconscious Wu Guangjiang on his back, Wu Sheng walked into the hotel unhurriedly, ignoring the stares of others, his steps steady.

He truly didn't ask Jiang Chen for help; he carried the person to the room single-handedly, confirming that they took the elevator.

"How can this guy be so happy?"

After throwing Wu Guangjiang onto the bed, watching him roll around halfway and still sleep like a pig, Wu Sheng loosened his collar and couldn't help but express his feelings.

Lan's mother took off his clothes and shoes.

Wu Sheng sighed deeply and left the bedroom with Boss Jiang.

"Brother, what's going on? Is my sister 'away on a business trip'?"

Totally inconsistent with common sense.

Yesterday, while we were having dinner at the Peace Hotel, my older sister appeared out of nowhere. I don't believe she can't track them down today.

What's more, we're now on my older sister's turf.

He suspected that his older sister might no longer be in the East China Sea.

Do you want her to show up?

"Do not--"

The Martial Saint shook his head like a rattle-drum.

If my older sister were to show up now, it would truly be a battle to the death, with no possibility of reconciliation.

"Why don't you sleep here tonight?"

Jiang Chen changed the subject.

The Martial Saint nodded subconsciously, then stopped, "What if my sister comes to kill us later? Brother, I can't compare to you, I can't handle it."

"Today is your birthday, the birthday person is the most important."

The Martial Saint found himself in a state of bewilderment, both amused and exasperated.

"Even if I were the emperor, it wouldn't matter—"

No.

The emperor was still useful.

If someone were to obtain the Imperial Seal, they could instantly overturn the world, reshape the status of the emperor, and stand shoulder to shoulder with Hongjun and Pangu. Guanyin, a mere mortal, would only have the right to bow down and submit.

By then.

It was his turn to unbuckle his belt.

"Think about it yourself."

The Martial Saint hesitated and struggled.

A few minutes later, Lan's mother tiptoed out and carefully closed the bedroom door.

"It's getting late, you should all go back and rest."

"Mom, why don't I sleep here tonight and we can chat for a while?"

Lan's mother was also somewhat tempted, as she also wanted to spend more time with her son, but in the end she shook her head.

"Your dad needs someone to take care of him at night."

"Never mind him. It's just a little beer, the worst that can happen is he'll throw up."

Lan's mother smiled.

"Go back now. You've been working hard these past few days. Get some rest. Aren't you going back to school soon?"

The Martial Saint pursed his lips, "Then tomorrow..."

"No need to come. Didn't Xiao Jiang send someone to take us? There's nothing to worry about."

"Then I won't disturb you any longer, Auntie. Please get some rest."

"Well, pay attention to safety on the road."

The Martial Saint was reluctant to leave, but parting is a normal part of life. When he arrived at the corridor, he kept turning back to look at the corridor.

Will you run away from home again in the future?

Jiang Chen joked.

The Martial Saint was speechless, then smiled bitterly, and finally reluctantly turned his gaze away from that door.

"Now I finally understand why Brother Yongwen chose to go back to the village."

Although Yongwen and his older sister were childhood sweethearts, he knew Jiang Chen wouldn't mind. "Brother, where's my gift?"

As he pressed the button on the stairs, Wu Sheng hurriedly said, "If it's past midnight, my birthday will be over."

"Isn't the gift I gave you big enough?"
Jiang Chen was stunned.

"where?"

The Martial Saint feigned a glance.

Aren't your parents the greatest gift?

“One thing at a time, I’m referring to the material aspects.”

The Martial Saint rubbed his fingers together; although he couldn't learn everything, he had at least learned a little.

Mr. Jiang refused the extortion and waited at the elevator entrance. "Why don't you ask your sister for it?"

The "sister" here definitely refers to his biological sister.

The Martial Saint ignored it, disregarding the other party's veiled accusations.

"How about this, you take the blame for me, and we'll be even."

Liangqing?

"Do I owe you anything?"

Jiang Chen chuckled, and just then the elevator doors opened with a "ding," and the two of them walked in one after the other.

The Martial Saint pressed down on the first floor and continued nagging, "Brother, you're wrong about that. An elder brother is like a father..."

“The eldest brother is like a father… I’ve seen how you treat your father.”

The Martial Saint choked.

With his level of skill, he's still too inexperienced to kidnap Boss Jiang.

"what do you want."

Boss Jiang is ultimately a man of human touch.

"Please take care of things with Sister Yunxi."

The Martial Saint immediately replied.

Mr. Jiang fell silent. He had finally managed to forget about it for a while, but this was just bringing up a sore spot.

"Brother, this shouldn't be difficult for you, right? After all, you're Sister Yunxi's boss."

From the perspective of the boss, it's indeed not difficult.

No matter how big a star they are, artists would never dare to show disrespect to their bosses. But if a personal relationship develops, the situation is different.

Of course.

If he were cold-blooded and ruthless, that wouldn't matter. The key question is whether Boss Jiang is the kind of person who "separates public and private matters"?

Martial Saint's birthday wish wasn't unreasonable, but it unintentionally touched a nerve with Boss Jiang. He himself didn't even know how to protect himself if asked to act as a mediator.

"Brother, how about this? I won't make things difficult for you. How about you come with me to explain to Sister Yunxi sometime? I just wanted to buy a gift for my mom, so I was in a bit of a rush. I don't even know who's over there..."

Wait a moment.

Jiang Chen suddenly realized that he couldn't let this kid talk nonsense. If he dragged Lan's parents into it, things would probably only get more complicated.

"Alright. I'll handle it."

no way.

We have to bear it whether we want to or not.

The Martial Saint breathed a sigh of relief and immediately beamed with joy, nudging Jiang Chen, "Brother, you're so righteous!"

After saying that, he immediately took out his phone and checked the time.

"It's not even nine o'clock yet. Brother, why don't you go back and go find Sister Yunxi directly, and clear up the misunderstanding as soon as possible?"

You think it's a misunderstanding.

Others may not necessarily think so.

"She's furious right now. If you go now, aren't you just asking for trouble? Don't rush into anything. Take your time and things will work out."

"Yeah, bro, you can handle it yourself."

Jiang Chen felt a tightness in his chest.

"Ding."

He quickly stepped out of the elevator.

Boss Jiang and Wu Sheng had just stepped out of the hotel.

Actually, it's not low at all, about 100 meters in the air.

"Ding dong, ding dong, ding dong..."

When Lan's mother opened the door and saw her daughter in the hallway, she was not surprised, but just a little embarrassed.

"Honghong".

The Blood Guanyin, who should have appeared long ago, entered the room.

The Martial Saint is quite clever. If he insists on staying, he'll be caught red-handed, and his fate will be uncertain.

"Clap."

Lan's mother slowly closed the door.

"Your dad is drunk. Xiao Jiang and the others just left."

Lampe remained silent.

"Mom has already convinced Sheng'er and Xiao Jiang, and we'll go back tomorrow. Honghong, don't be angry with Xiao Jiang."

"Do you need me to send someone to take you?"

When Lan Pei spoke, she showed no joy or anger, her face was expressionless, and in terms of her aura, she was in no way inferior to the Venus de Milo, who was rated as the most beautiful face in the world.

And you have to know.

She's over thirty.

"Xiao Jiang said... he would send someone to deliver it."

Lan Peizhi nodded, her expression remaining calm. "Let's rest."

After exchanging a few words, she actually turned around and left.

"Honghong".

Lan's mother blurted out, stopping her daughter, "That Xiao Jiang is really good. Even though he's a bit young, he's very mature. I'm not trying to interfere with you, I just want to tell you that meeting certain people is a rare kind of fate. I know you understand everything in your heart, but even as a girl, you need to learn to express yourself. Life isn't a play; if you keep it all inside, it's hard for others to hear."

Why is my daughter only showing up now?

My son and Xiao Jiang just left, is it really such a coincidence?

She simply didn't want to get into a conflict with Xiao Jiang.

Even a rural woman with limited knowledge could see it.

That young man clearly held a special place in her daughter's heart. Had she not realized her daughter's feelings, she would never have presumptuously uttered such remarks in the car.

"Girls should be gentler too."

Lan's mother suddenly lowered her voice.

"What does 'make' mean?"

"gentle?"

After a while, Lan Peizhi spoke.

Lan's mother was slightly taken aback.

"have a rest."

Lan's mother stared blankly as her daughter passed by, opened the door, and went out.

Spring and Autumn Period, Huafu.

As expected, they didn't stop in front of Pei Yunxi's mansion, but drove straight to her doorstep.

When Jiang Chen and Wu Sheng got out of the car and went inside, Duanmu Liuli was still watching TV.

"There's a gift for you."

Even as she spoke, the stunningly beautiful Taoist nun kept her eyes glued to the screen.

"Whose gift is this?"

Both men walked over and looked at the tea table in front of the Taoist nun.

What did they find?
Two identical high-end packaging bags were found.

Hermès
The Martial Saint's eyes flashed as he slowly stepped forward, bent down, picked up one of the items, and opened it.

Crocodile leather belt.

It's the same model I bought at the mall yesterday for 30,000 yuan.

The Martial Saint was distracted, then subconsciously glanced at the person behind him with a strange expression, before looking away and slowly reaching for the second package.

Not surprisingly.

There was still a belt inside.

The same crocodile skin.

Precisely.

It's the same style.

However, it looks terrible, with the leather cracked in many places.

The Martial Saint's face twitched, and he instantly realized which one was his birthday present.

"Brother, here you go."

He turned around and handed over the tattered leather belt.

What is gentleness?

Different people have different definitions.

To avoid conflict, he did not show his face for a day.

Is that considered gentle?
Even if you can't be there for a day, you still deliver the gift to your younger brother at the end of his birthday. Isn't that considered gentle?
Jiang Chen took the familiar-looking belt without feeling humiliated.

If even a rural woman like Lan's mother could see it, how could he not?

Qin Shi Huang was born a thousand years earlier than him, so was it a case of kings not meeting kings?

The other party hasn't shown up all day; is he avoiding his sharp edge?

So when he took the cracked belt, he sighed softly.

girl.

Why be so concerned about saving face? (End of Chapter)