I have ten trillion licking dog gold

The Waldorf Astoria Hilton.

"Clap."

A miniature, exquisitely crafted, gilded black handbag was violently smashed to the ground.

Who says luxury goods are necessarily of poor quality?

Although it tumbled a few times, the handbag, which was no bigger than the palm of my hand, was still lying there perfectly fine, without peeling or falling apart.

of course.

Perhaps it's because of the soft carpet laid out.

In the lavish executive suite, Mr. Li dismissed the hotel's private butler, smashed his bag (a symbol of his anger), and was panting heavily.

It definitely ended badly.

Still expecting room and board included?

There are no doors.

The two entered the hotel together, but Li Shurui didn't wait a moment. She went straight upstairs and left the other person in the lobby without any politeness.

They've completely broken off relations.

What's the point of caring about dignity?

Fortunately, even amidst their heated exchange, the two women maintained a basic level of restraint, refraining from pulling each other's hair. Li Shurui's image remained as dignified and vibrant as ever, a truly elegant and wealthy woman.

Is it her problem?

Obviously not.

What else could she do?
Is it not enough to voluntarily step down? Must one end their own life to achieve this?
It's really too much!
Go settle the score with your man!

These words, like a haunting, seductive whisper, lingered in Li Shurui's ears.

Even a clay Buddha has a bit of temper, let alone a human being?

Does she really not dare?!
Li Shurui's face was tense, the extreme lighting making her complexion even more radiant. She strode forward, squatted down, and picked up the bag she had thrown. It certainly wasn't out of heartache; she wouldn't mind throwing one away every day. With a "click," she unlocked the clasp and took out her phone from the bag.

"Beep-beep-beep-"

Without thinking.

Without hesitation!

He immediately dialed the number.

And what is someone far away in the East China Sea doing at this time?
I just got home from a run.

That's right.

Night run.

Sense of shame and then courage.

The brutal reality of his duel with the Taoist nun did not break his resolve; only a coward would be so fragile.

On the contrary, for Mr. Jiang, this was a powerful spur, reminding him that the road ahead was long and arduous, and that he needed to keep exploring and seeking.

Back home, the Taoist nun was sitting in the living room, watching TV series and showing off her snacks—that goes without saying, it was the standard routine.

Ok.

That's how well she enjoys life!
Jiang Chen felt no jealousy whatsoever. Talent is extraordinary, incomparable. People should always have a basic understanding and never think that all things in the world are born equal.

Just like when we were kids and asked about our dreams, everyone would say scientists, doctors, astronauts... but in the end, most of them became the great working class.

Some things can't be achieved just by thinking about them.

It was the dead of winter.

Mr. Jiang was only wearing a windbreaker to keep warm, and he was still sweating profusely.

Not worth mentioning.

At the prime of my life, my body is incredibly strong.

Upon entering his home, Mr. Jiang picked up a towel that had been prepared in advance from the storage rack, wiped his sweat, and walked towards the living room.

"Click."

Walnuts don't need any tools, or even to be paired up and fight each other. Just two slender fingers can casually pinch them, and the seemingly hard shell will instantly shatter into pieces.

Walnuts are good to eat.

Walnuts are good for the brain.

Mr. Jiang, who had just returned from exercising, sat down next to him with an air of nonchalance.

The Taoist nun is now completely at ease, sitting cross-legged, wearing clean, white socks, even more casually than when she was at the Taoist temple.

Where do bodhisattvas look like this?
Mr. Jiang certainly didn't mind, and was about to speak when the other man lifted his buttocks, moved aside without saying a word.

"what happened?"

He turned his head and asked.

"To take a bath."

"..."

Mr. Jiang raised his arm and sniffed it, but how could a person smell their own body odor?

"This is masculinity, you know?"

He responded calmly.

Duanmu Liuli pinched a walnut kernel, put it in her mouth, and didn't respond. Then, for some reason, she put her legs down from the sofa, bent down, and groped around the coffee table. Boss Jiang was wondering what was going on when he saw her sit up straight again.

"laugh--"

A misty liquid sprayed towards Jiang Chen's face.

"Ah!"

Comrade Jiang Chen quickly stood up, sneezing repeatedly and waving his hand haphazardly in front of him.

Do not misunderstand.

It's not pepper spray.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have just sneezed, he would have screamed in agony.

Moreover, they had just fought not long ago. Why would the Taoist nun need pepper spray when facing him?

Guessed it.

The aroma suddenly filled the air.

The perfume that Duanmu Liuli sprayed on him was meant to cover up the smell of sweat—no, to cover up the smell of a man.

Judging from the bottle, it's the same one that Luo Li'er developed based on her body scent. It's just that the scent wasn't blended as precisely.

"What are you doing?!"

Not only did Boss Jiang stand up, but he was also forced to take a few steps back. Looking at the woman on the sofa who had started a fight at the slightest disagreement, he was both amused and exasperated, his hand still waving away the fragrance in the air.

Duanmu Liuli didn't reply, but raised her arm and pointed the perfume spray at him again.

Jiang Chen retreated again.

Seemingly feeling that the distance was sufficient, the stunningly beautiful Taoist nun slowly lowered the perfume bottle. Clearly visible, the corners of her lips curled up slightly, as if... she was mocking Boss Jiang?

My uncle can't bear it, but my aunt can't!
What is intolerable to an aunt can be tolerated by a gentleman!
Adhering to the principle that a good man doesn't fight with a woman, Boss Jiang didn't bother with her. He nodded and said, "Wait here, I'm going to take a shower first."

stop--!
This sounds.

Doesn't that sound a bit like making a dirty joke?

However, the beautiful Taoist nun's comprehension skills certainly haven't evolved to that level yet; it's all the fault of the film and television censorship system.

Mr. Jiang could only calm down and turn to go upstairs. Halfway up the stairs, he received a call from his girlfriend.

"Shurui".

Although he shouted it with a smile, he was actually a little uneasy. He knew clearly that one of the purposes of his girlfriend's trip to Jiangcheng was to "confront" Fang Qing.

Mr. Jiang was clearly somewhat prepared, but obviously not fully prepared.

"You bastard!"

The barrage of angry words stunned Boss Jiang. His smile froze on his face, and he stopped walking up the steps.

"what?"

Still?
"Son of a bitch!"

The insults became even more intense.

Mr. Jiang was completely stunned. Counting the time the two had been together, they had argued and quarreled, but Li Shurui had never been so "rude" before.

This is the first time a young woman has been married into a bridal sedan chair.

Mr. Jiang couldn't understand it.

When I set off for Jiangcheng, I was at least calm, if not excited, so why am I in this state?
"Ah!"

Another sneeze.

It was definitely not a case of feigning weakness to evoke my girlfriend's sympathy; it was just the lingering fragrance in my nasal cavity that was causing the problem.

What's even colder than the night outside is...

Li Shurui showed absolutely no concern. "Why aren't you speaking? Are you mute?!"

The fierce wind and torrential rain pounded against Jiang Chen's eardrums, and he even unconsciously held his phone further away. Fortunately, he was on the stairs, not in the elevator, otherwise, if the Taoist nun heard him, his already tarnished image would be further damaged.

"...Calm down first."

"Was I not calm enough?" The creature wasn't human; it had transformed into a lioness.

With his strong adaptability, Jiang Chen quickly got to work. His mind raced, but Li Shurui didn't give him enough time.

"Snapped--"

The call was abruptly disconnected.

Jiang Chen was taken aback and glanced at his disconnected phone.

what's the situation?
How could they just hang up like that?

Did you call just to yell at him?
With a furrowed brow, Boss Jiang quickened his pace and went upstairs to his room. Instead of taking a shower right away, he stared at the wall for a while before picking up his phone again and dialing a number that was most likely also located in Jiangcheng.

To be more precise...

They are located in the same hotel.

The Waldorf Astoria, a luxury enjoyed by the wealthy.

Fang Qing, who had paid for her own hotel room, stopped spacing out. Her listless eyes shifted to the tea table beside her. Looking at her ringing phone, she pursed her lips and unconsciously clenched her teeth.

All are adults.

They actually went and tattled on me.

It seems she overestimated her opponent.

However, it must be admitted that this tactic is so hated because it is extremely effective and will never fail under any circumstances.

Her weak point was hit precisely.

Compared to Li Shurui, even compared to her parents, compared to anyone else in the world...

If you were to ask her who she least wanted the truth to be known, it would undoubtedly be the child's biological father.

The bell rang incessantly, pounding against the walls and vibrating throughout the room.

Fang Qing didn't move, watching her phone quiet down before it rang again.

It's unclear what kind of internal struggle or mental preparation Fang Qing went through, but as the second round of dialing was about to end, she slowly reached out her hand. If a stethoscope were placed against her chest, it would be clear that her heartbeat had almost stopped.

"Hey……"

Upon hearing the name "Chunqiu Huafu," Jiang Chen knew he hadn't looked for the wrong person. If it weren't for the accident, Qingmei wouldn't have greeted him like that.

He first forced a smile to set the mood, and then tentatively asked in a seemingly casual tone, "Are you with Shurui?"

"Ah."

Fang Qing's tone was somber, revealing her low spirits.

What's going on?

These two women were not ordinary people, so even if they had a disagreement, it should have been kept within a controllable range. That's right, that's what Jiang Chen thought. He believed that it was better for the two women to communicate on their own than for him to get involved. However, the reality was contrary to his expectations.

Li Shurui completely lost her composure, almost like a shrew, while Fang Qing was also not in a normal state.

"Is she next to you?"

"No, we're at the hotel."

Fang Qing started speaking more.

because.

she found.

It seems I misjudged him.

If the other party knew he had unexpectedly become a father, they certainly wouldn't have reacted this way.

I was still flustered and confused.

Based on her understanding of him.

If Li Shurui had really "complained," this phone call wouldn't have happened.

He wouldn't need to wait until dawn; he would appear directly in front of her.

"Didn't I already tell you that I would confess to Shurui when I returned to Donghai, and you agreed to it? So why are we having this disagreement?"

Jiang Chen mistakenly believed that the two women had a conflict because of "shame".

Upon learning that Li Shurui had kept his secret even after they had "broken off relations," his initial anger vanished completely.

"is my problem."

"..."

no doubt.

Boss Jiang is at a loss again. They seemed to be arguing fiercely, so why did he suddenly admit his mistake?

"What were you talking about? Shurui called me just now, she was very emotional..."

"I insulted her."

"what?"

Jiang Chen was caught off guard and asked incredulously, "You insulted her?"

Look.

It's no wonder Li Shurui felt it was unfair.

Even he found it unbelievable.

While there may be a sequence to our lives, this sequence is not a standard answer and may not be universally accepted.

Objectively speaking, both he and Fang Qing wronged Li Shurui. Of course, some shrewish women have no moral bottom line and will indeed turn the tables on others, but how could Princess Qing be that kind of person?

"Ah."

Hearing the affirmative response from the other end, Jiang Chen was a little at a loss. He finally understood why his girlfriend had lost her composure.

No normal person could tolerate that.

“When I confessed to Shurui, she didn’t say anything…”

He blamed Qingmei.

Certainly not.

Jiang Chen could only politely express that his girlfriend had no ill intentions.

"She's a good girl. You two should live your lives well together and not let her down."

As if struck by a thunderbolt, Boss Jiang was completely dumbfounded by these two.

These words.

What does it mean again?
After going through so much trouble and hardship to finally hold hands, was it all just a mirage?
Are you serious when you say that?

Jiang Chen's voice also became low, because of Qingmei's seemingly simple, even common, sentence, his chest felt tight.

He's not someone who can't take a joke, and he loves to joke more than many people, but he can accept any kind of joke.

If it were really that simple, why would a movie have taken twenty years to make?
Whether it was fate or a choice made willingly, once a decision is made, turning around and going back on it is...

Holding the silent phone, Jiang Chen even began to feel angry.

"answer me."

Fang Qing could easily detect the change in the other person's tone; she could sense their heartbeat from just a glance. But to try and take someone's place by using a child…

She couldn't accept it.

"Correct."

She took a soft breath.

"I was serious."

The phone went silent.

The only sound was their breathing.

She didn't know how much time had passed, so long that Fang Qing had placed her hand on her lower abdomen, before the sound came from the other end again.

The gloom was gone.

The anger had subsided.

Instead, a bewildered smile crept across his face.

"I think we feel the same way."

Fang Qing's eyes trembled, she bit her lip, and tightened her grip on her lower abdomen.

"I will respect your decision unconditionally."

Jiang Chen's smile deepened. "...Good night."

Fang Qing subconsciously opened her mouth, but no sound came out. In the end, the other side did not get the chance to ask her to stay.

"beep--"

The call ended in silence.

Fang Qing slowly leaned back in the mahogany chair, gently put down her phone, her eyes glazed over, and her eyes were red.

If she hadn't been so hesitant back then, would things really have been different?
For the first time in my life.

She began to feel regret.

"Baby, what should Mommy do?"

She gripped her phone tightly and closed her eyes. (End of Chapter)