I have ten trillion licking dog gold

"despair."

Jiang Chen placed the empty cup on the dark ebony table and exhaled softly, enjoying the last sip of tea.

Seeking refuge in China was, of course, only the worst-case scenario, and this outcome was not certain to occur, but his attitude was clear and unambiguous.

child.

You must keep it.

Even if the consequences are unpredictable, from an outsider's perspective, Mr. Jiang's sense of responsibility is admirable, but the key is that the person sitting opposite him is not an outsider.

The ass decides the head.

The potential risks were clearly stated by the other party, and one can imagine how Fujiwara's feelings were at this moment, as she was implicated and dragged into the situation.

She's not a little girl anymore.

Why would someone be fooled by sweet words?
Will we only be happier?

If she went to China, she would be like a rootless duckweed, and every move she made would depend on the other party's whim. This mansion had indeed locked her up, but going to China would only mean losing even greater freedom.

You'd better think about it more carefully.

"This is not a question that can be considered."

MAN.

He's so manly.

Lady Fujiwara continued, "Isn't there any room for discussion?"

Mr. Jiang calmly and decisively replied, "There's no room for discussion."

Lady Fujiwara quieted down, then suddenly reached under the table, and a black pistol clicked as it was placed on the table. Its color was even more somber than ebony, gleaming with a cold luster.
"Can we discuss adding this?"

The notification to the cranes outside was probably sent through a hidden button under the table.

They're really well-prepared.

"Trying to scare me?"

Boss Jiang remained unfazed. What a joke! He wasn't some naive young man who had never seen the world.

Moreover.

The other party was that monster's biological mother, and putting aside the child factor, the mother and daughter were on the same side. He didn't believe that the other party would really harm him.

Toy gun?
It's quite realistic.

Just as Boss Jiang was taking it lightly, the other person picked up the gun, and then there was a crisp "click".

The bullet is loaded.

The movements were fluid and skillful, making them visually appealing.

Not everyone is as naive as him.

The dark muzzle of the gun was pointed at his forehead, and his arm holding the gun was straight as a line.

Lady Fujiwara remained silent, the silence deafening.

Is it meant to scare you?

Mr. Jiang grinned, probably to ease the awkwardness.

If you know the other party is not a friendly person, you should strike first!
We were too careless.

He thought he had the upper hand by facing a widow, but he forgot that the Japanese cannot be judged by common sense; they are all perverts.

"What are you doing, Madam?"

"If you're not willing to sacrifice your child, then you'll have to sacrifice yourself. It's the same thing."

That's what I meant.

Upon closer examination, it makes sense.

It's still those four words.

There's no way to prove it when someone is dead.

“If anything happens to me, madam, you will not have an easy time.”

"Yeah."

Lady Fujiwara did not laugh; on the contrary, she remained remarkably calm. She wasn't being forced into this situation; her perfectly still arm not only revealed her hidden strength but also instilled a sense of unease, making one hesitant to act rashly.
There's a saying in China: "If the east is dark, the west will be bright."

Even though the situation was inappropriate, Jiang Chen couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Does Madam mean to find another 'savior' for her daughter?"

"Your life is the best bargaining chip."

Compared to her sharp words and harsh words, her calmness at this moment was even more terrifying.

"You can choose again now."

What to choose?
Leave the father and keep the son?

Or should we discard the son and keep the father?
Jiang Chen's smile remained unchanged, but his thoughts raced.

Since today was the first real interaction between them, he couldn't control the other person's personality, and the other person's reasoning was very logical.

The gun was fired. The consequences were severe.

The Fujiwara family's ties with Shenzhou were severed, and they might even suffer a vicious reprisal. However, they could simply turn to another powerful patron.

Isn't this also part of the narrative of Japanese history?

Damn it.

Being held at gunpoint by his pregnant lover's mother—he's probably the only one in the world to have experienced this.

"Madam, this is such a difficult decision, shouldn't you give me a little more time to consider it?"

It was a delaying tactic, but they were clearly cunning and wouldn't fall for it.

"I'll give you five seconds."

"five."

As the other party began counting without hesitation, Boss Jiang's hand had already subtly supported the table.

"Four."

Before three o'clock had passed, Boss Jiang's expression suddenly changed, turning cold and gloomy. He was about to overturn the table and turn the tables into the initiative, but soon his expression changed again.

"boom."

A crisp, muffled gunshot rang out, and a vase by the wall shattered.

The gun was pointed back at his forehead.

Embarrassed.

Logically, at this point, the table should have been overturned, allowing Boss Jiang to seize the opportunity to counterattack, effortlessly grab the gun, and take control of the person, completely turning the tables.

The envisioned plot was perfect, just like a Hollywood action blockbuster.

But movies are movies, and reality is reality.

I used my strength.

But the table remained completely still.

Damn it.

It's too heavy.

It must weigh at least several hundred kilograms.

It's unlikely that only a Taoist nun could attempt to lift it with one hand.

"three."

Lady Fujiwara did not mock someone's overestimation of their abilities, but her unchanging expression and tone were like the loudest slaps to Boss Jiang's face.

"boom!"

The shoji gate was forcibly broken open.

The gunshots inside attracted the two assassins, who rushed back in.

"lady."

Seeing the shattered porcelain vase by the wall, and then looking at the tense scene, Sakura's expression turned cold, and her shout changed from before, as if it contained a hidden blade, sharp and menacing.

Crane Gui, having failed to intercept, stood by with a blade drawn, watching intently.

Ignoring the two family henchmen, Lady Fujiwara, who proved through her actions that not only men can keep their word, continued counting.

"two."

Sakura's pupils contracted, her killing intent radiating.

Boss Jiang, who wanted to show off but ended up making a huge mistake, must be in a terrible mood right now. But in reality, they had already shown him mercy; otherwise, it wouldn't have been an innocent vase that was smashed, but his head.

"Madam is already a widow, do you expect your daughter to live a life of widowhood?"

"I have no other choice," Boss Jiang said fiercely, his words becoming somewhat reckless under the countdown to his death.

But it doesn't really matter.

Their Chinese is limited, so I can't understand them.

What are you saying in all that chatter?

"one."

As the countdown ended, Mrs. Fujiwara's expression went blank, and her finger on the trigger seemed about to press down immediately.

The air seemed to freeze, making it suffocating.

"Don't move."

Beside the broken shoji door, Tsurugi gripped his short blade tightly, his eyes fixed on Sakura like needles.

The tip was wasted; they really didn't offer any favors.

"What did Jiang Sang do to upset Mother?"

Just as bleeding seemed inevitable, a soft, alluring voice drifted in before anyone else could enter.

Sakura, who had been poised to attack, instantly relaxed and stepped aside to make way. (End of Chapter)