I have ten trillion licking dog gold

Jiang Chen knew who it was without even turning around.

The hand that had already applied force stopped.

The ancient ebony table was preserved.

"Step aside."

This is the second sound.

The voice and tone clearly came from the same woman, but compared to the previous "Mr. Jiang" which was urgent yet still respectful, the subsequent "Get out of the way" was undoubtedly much colder.

but.

However, it calmed Mr. Jiang's emotions.

Looking at the slightly furrowed brows of the "auntie," Mr. Jiang, who was now out of danger, smirked. Even at a time like this, he couldn't resist a touch of humor.

"It's 2v2 now."

As if it were a fleeting moment, Yuan Xuexu's face regained its composure. She had to admit that she had encountered another master of emotional management.

"Yeah."

She remained as composed as ever, as if everything that happened was under her control. Her gaze swept over Jiang Chen's shoulder, and she uttered two words in Chinese:

"go out."

Mr. Jiang doesn't understand Japanese.

but.

Was this said to Boss Jiang?
Obviously not.

Could it be Chonghe Gui?

Something doesn't seem quite right.

Could it be that he was ordering Sakura to come to the rescue in time...?

So and so.

That's when things started to get really interesting.

Who is Sakura?
Although, like Tsurugi, she was just a nameless assassin given a code name, she was Fujiwara Reiki's confidante.

The seventh-rank official in front of the prime minister's door.

Even if the current head of the Fujiwara family, the Fujiwara clan patriarch, were to come and try to command Sakura, he would probably have to think twice and consider whether he would be embarrassed.

So this auntie...

Mr. Jiang's eyes flickered, and he turned back again.

It's definitely Sakura.

What he wanted to confirm was Sakura's reaction to the command, and the scene he saw when he turned around was even more suggestive.

He actually saw a look of embarrassment on Sakura's face.

That's right.

Embarrassed.

This is like an old lady getting into a bridal sedan chair, unbelievable.

"lady……"

"go out."

Yuan Xuexu raised her voice slightly.

Sakura didn't move, which made Boss Jiang feel slightly relieved, but he couldn't suppress the psychological impact of that "Madam" address.

A family with a history spanning over a century, one can imagine how numerous and widespread they must be. To put it bluntly, they must have countless extended relatives, and not just anyone is worthy of being called "Madam."

"Boom~"

Mr. Jiang's heart skipped a beat, his expression was stiff, but his brain cells were working at lightning speed.

—Her husband died.

—One son and one daughter.

—I know her better than you do.

The details of the conversation echoed in my ears.

As if struck by lightning, Boss Jiang remained motionless, frozen in his strange pose of looking back at the moon.

Can't move.

Completely unable to move.

If he turns his head away, how should he face the other person?

"bass."

A sharp, cold glint swept across the room.

A jet-black short blade appeared in He Gui's hand, its sinister killing intent locking onto Sakura, who had disobeyed orders.

The atmosphere suddenly froze.

Conflict is about to break out.

have to say.

The Japanese are ruthless to their own people.

They'll pull out a knife at the slightest disagreement.

"You go out first."

Just moments ago, he was jokingly saying that the fair moment of 2V2 had arrived, but now he didn't mention it at all. Moreover, Boss Jiang's voice was extremely strange, like... he had swallowed a fly and it was stuck in his throat.

Sakura seems to be the one.

Their eyes met. Sakura silently left the room.

"You go out too."

Then, Aunt Yuan Xuexu's voice rang out.

Look.

What is perspective?

"Wow."

The atmosphere thawed.

The two assassins, perhaps from the same department, left the room one after the other, and the shoji doors were closed again.

It's back to 1v1.

But now, Boss Jiang doesn't even seem to have the courage to turn around.

When faced with difficult problems, they stop looking to others.

The room fell into an eerie silence, a silence so profound it was unsettling.

Until a rustling sound began.

Do not misunderstand.

How could it be the sound of clothes being taken off?

"Drink tea."

It turns out that the person really did pour a cup of tea and place it in front of Boss Jiang—no, it should be in front of his back now.

What an incredibly powerful mindset!
Some things, once they're gone, you don't want them anymore.

In this situation, at this moment, Boss Jiang was in no mood for drinking tea, but he also didn't have the supernatural ability to disappear underground.

"call--"

After taking a deep breath, when he turned his head, his expression had returned to normal, but his slightly twitching eyelids still betrayed his true feelings.

Without even glancing at anyone else, he lowered his head at a 45-degree angle, looking at the freshly poured tea. "I have to go find my friend."

This doesn't feel right.

I didn't even see the striptease.

Why are you leaving?
Is he even a real man?
"Your friend will be treated very well."

Like a punctured balloon, the previous momentum is gone forever. The only one to blame is that someone's scumbag act was just that—an act—and now it's out of the play.

Or to be more precise.

The so-called play doesn't exist at all; it all stems from the imagination of a certain man.

privy mother

He finally understood what the other person meant by what they said earlier.

That's right.

They were definitely insulting him.

—I am your mother.

What is this if not an insult?
But Jiang Chen couldn't get angry; he just couldn't muster the energy. His moral standards were too high. Even though the room was warm and cozy, filled with fragrance, he felt incredibly uncomfortable, as if countless ants were crawling all over him.

"Is there a problem."

Jiang Chen still picked up the cup of tea. Even though he knew the other party's identity, he couldn't reveal it. His only option was to play dumb.

"Don't you think we should meet?"

You absolutely should.

According to Chinese custom, they should have come to our door long ago. If they only come now that the child is already born, they'll be chased away with a broom!

It seems that Japan is too tolerant of men.

Look at what someone just said and did.

It's one thing to have no shame at all.

They even want to see a striptease.

This is worse than animals, it's outrageous!
If the old man were still alive, he would definitely fight him to the death.

They were just taking advantage of the fact that the person was alone and lonely.

The tea tasted bland as it went down my throat.

Even though they had experienced countless scenes, they were still completely flustered at this moment. To be precise, they had actually met before, at Fujiwara no Yu's funeral, but there were so many guests that they only took a quick photo together, and they couldn't possibly remember what the other person looked like.

Japan has a fairly lenient ethical standard, but Mr. Jiang has his own moral standards and will not blindly follow local customs.

"Call her out and let's chat."

The only way to break the deadlock is to summon that monster. Boss Jiang, who was sitting on pins and needles, knew that he might have misunderstood the other party, and that the monster was probably also kept in the dark.

All doubts were resolved.

No wonder he has such abnormal willpower.

Having given birth to such "extraordinary" children and serving as the matriarch of the Fujiwara family, it's no wonder that such a woman is so powerful.

We had never dealt with each other before.

really.

Those who can survive in this mansion are no ordinary people.

"We're here to watch dancing, wouldn't it be inconvenient with more people?"

Mr. Jiang nearly spat out his tea. Even without looking up, the alluring smile emanating from the other woman's lips forced its way into his peripheral vision, a truly breathtaking sight. (End of Chapter)