I have ten trillion licking dog gold

"why did you leave?"

Mr. Jiang got into the car, closed the door, and rubbed his hands together.

It's clear that it's still cold.

"What do you want."

Bentley remained unmoved.

This is a classic case of the guilty party accusing the innocent first.

If he hadn't been dumped in this desolate wilderness, far from any village or town, would he have needed to resort to such a desperate measure?
"Just take me to the hotel."

Mr. Jiang replied.

Pei Yunxi tilted her head.

"Shameless."

What else is it but shamelessness?
Even though it's already been reported to their parents, can the two of them really resolve it privately?
Mr. Jiang remained calm and unperturbed, ignoring everything and looking straight ahead. "Which shops are still open at this hour? We can't go empty-handed, can we?"

"Om-"

The Bentley finally started, its lights piercing the night.

The bus stop looks lonely and desolate again.

Who says you can't go back?

The carriage was completely silent.

A woman who exposes her stunning beauty must be going through a fierce internal struggle.

Delivered to the hotel.

It should be sent to the heavens and the clouds.

This is a question that requires careful consideration.

Mr. Jiang was very considerate and didn't disturb him from weighing the pros and cons. With the warm air conditioning blowing, he soon started to yawn and then closed his eyes to rest.

It's really none of my business.

"Jingle Bell--"

The phone rings.

Pei Yunxi, who was driving in silence, unconsciously glanced at the scene out of the corner of her eye.

The person comfortably leaning back in the passenger seat opened their eyes, calmly took out their phone, pressed the answer button, and then revealed a fake, warm smile.

"Uncle Pei."

"Xiao Jiang, has Duo Duo arrived?"

"Here I am, I'm already on the bus."

"Okay, okay, don't rush, drive carefully on the road."

"Understood, Uncle Pei."

The other side quieted down. Well, it makes sense. We can talk about it when we meet.

"Okay, see you later."

Jiang Chen put down his phone without saying anything, only letting out a soft sigh, which contained all his unspoken words.

This is just great.

There's no need to struggle anymore.

It's become a multiple-choice question; there's no second option.

"beep--"

The driver suddenly honked the horn, even though the car in front was still a car length away.

"Uncle Pei said not to rush and to be careful."

Mr. Jiang offered a well-intentioned reminder, but little did he know that sometimes, not interfering with the driver is the safest approach.

"Shut up!"

Even the fiercest person's voice is like heavenly music.

"Don't worry, I will never say anything that I shouldn't say."

Jiang Chen leaned back in his seat, looking straight ahead. Knowing that the other person's emotions might be unstable at the moment, he gently comforted him.

"Or whatever you want me to say, I'll cooperate fully."

Sending her to a hotel was out of the question; otherwise, she wouldn't have been forced to turn back. Even if she became famous worldwide, back home, her identity was still just that of a daughter.

"You dare to utter a single careless word."

Pei Yunxi gripped the steering wheel tightly. "Did you see the broken glass from earlier? There's even sharper pieces."

They still admitted it was glass.

"Do your parents like it? Nine Carp Painting."

"What's it to you?"

Is it okay?

Didn't you deliver the raw materials yourself?

Before the misunderstanding at Tiangong Exhibition, Boss Jiang could have been justified, but now, he should be content that people don't hold it against him.

"Should we go over the script?" "Isn't acting your forte?"

Pei Yunxi still recognized his talent.

But one code equals another.

Even the best actors need a script, right? Do they rely entirely on improvisation?
"You mean you want me to improvise?"

Pei Yunxi became increasingly irritable.

Not only him, but she also had to "adapt to the situation".
She didn't know what to do, and hadn't even figured out how to introduce herself to her parents, especially her mother. Her mind was a complete mess.

The observant person noticed something amiss and, realizing that nagging would only lead to an outburst, stopped talking and honestly said, "Alright, I'll follow your lead."

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Pei Yunxi wasn't the only one who was anxious.

Mother and daughter are connected.

Li Wanrong couldn't sit still any longer. She paced back and forth, asking her husband every now and then, "How do I look in this outfit? Should I go and put on another pair of earrings?"

This was the fifth time she had asked similar questions in just a few minutes, whether or not to wear earrings or whether the color of her clothes was wrong. Pei Linhan was speechless.

"What are you doing? What's wrong? At your age, you still dream of becoming a star?"

When you're young, you're good at sweet talk; when you're old, you're good at insulting others—it's directly proportional.

"Screw you!"

Li Wanrong laughed and scolded. Her camel-colored cashmere suit reached her ankles, and the collar was casually but actually carefully tied up twice. The freshwater pearls around her neck glowed softly under the light, and the jade bracelet on her ring finger exuded a warm and gentle feeling.

"I'm doing this for my daughter."

"For your daughter?"

"It's their first time here, we can't let them look down on us."

Pei Linhan snorted and bluntly criticized, "If you don't want people to look down on you, you should show your true self. And what is this? Pretentious, affected..."

"Shut up, you!"

Li Wanrong refused to argue with him, saying, "You stinky man, you don't understand anything."

Pei Linhan, true to his nature, didn't argue with a woman, so he sat on the velvet sofa and waited patiently.

"Do you think I should call Li'er?"

Unsurprisingly, another problem arose.

It's said that couples who quarrel in bed make up before they get out of bed, but the Pei family is different; they forget about it in seconds.

Why did you call Li'er?

"Isn't Li'er quite familiar with him? Ask her, and learn more about him."

Upon hearing this, Pei Linhan immediately raised his hand, "Don't complicate things. This is our own family matter. Why drag Li'er into it?"

"Too."

Li Wanrong nodded. Wouldn't calling her niece make her seem too eager?

"Then tell me."

"say what?"

"Are you pretending? When you came back last time, didn't you mention that your daughter's relationship with her boss seemed unusual?"

"Yes. More like friends."

"Stop it."

Li Wanrong teased, "Weren't you quite talkative back then? How come you became timid as soon as someone came to your door? Daughter, what's that little... Xiao Jiang? Right? Are you having an affair?"

"What nonsense!"

Pei Linhan rebuked him.

"Men are just hypocrites. Can you swear you don't really think that way?"

"What do you mean by 'having an affair'? Can you please watch your manners?"

"Oh, so you have good manners, huh? Okay, isn't our Duoduo being developed by her boss? Isn't that good enough?"

Pei Linhan picked up the thermos, "...I'm not sure."

"I am sure."

Li Wanrong looked down at him with a resolute tone, "If they were just ordinary superiors and subordinates, or ordinary friends, would someone be so ignorant as to come to someone's house in the middle of the night? He is a person of status and position, and it's not like there aren't hotels in Huicheng."

Pei Linhan sipped his tea in silence.

"You rascal, no wonder you knit those things, you were planning ahead all along."

As she spoke, Li Wanrong's face gradually lit up with joy, and she looked toward the door, becoming increasingly impatient.

Pei Linhan held a thermos cup.

"Keep calm and see what they have to say. We'll adapt to the situation."

……

None of the characters have a fixed script.

Four contingency plans.

This is destined to be a high-level game. (End of Chapter)