I have ten trillion licking dog gold

Strands of black hair floated haphazardly on the water's surface.

below.

They were a pair of staring eyes.

This state has lasted for a full minute.

Don't misunderstand.

The hot spring pool was clear and transparent, with shimmering water.

Two maids knelt by the pool, constantly scattering rose petals into the water.

Steam rose in the air.

The harshness of winter is kept out, and it is warm as spring here.

"Gurgle, gurgle..."

For over ninety seconds, approaching the limits of an ordinary person, the face slowly rose from the water until it emerged from the surface.

Even without makeup, this face, nearing fifty, shows no obvious flaws. Its naturally fair skin reflects the pool water, surrounded by rose petals, and the rising mist acts as a top-notch filter, creating a scene that is truly vibrant and enchanting.

No one is born wanting to be an animal.

The current head of the Fujiwara clan must have been a lovely baby when he was born, but he was gradually "lured" away and lost his sense of ethics and morality.

With her hands brushing aside her wet hair along her defined jawline, water droplets rolled down her cheeks, "drip drip drip," as Lady Fujiwara slowly rose from the water, the ripples widening.

How did that line go again?

In the spring chill, the emperor bestowed a bath at Huaqing Pool; the smooth, hot spring waters cleansed her delicate skin. A maidservant helped her up, her limp body weak with fragility, for this was the first time she had received such treatment…

Stop.

She's a widow.

It should be solemn and respectful.

Amitabha.

The white bathrobe on the screen was removed, exposing the mature body for only a moment before it was covered again in the blink of an eye.

The maids busied themselves, one standing behind them drying their hair, and the other squatting in front of them putting on their socks.

It's Mr. Jiang's problem that he can't adapt; their business has been passed down for a century and it's become a daily routine.

After half an hour.

Mrs. Fujiwara emerged from the bathroom, wearing a pure white cotton-linen nightgown, light yet warm, with white stockings covering her ankles and extending to her calves, her toes nestled in wooden clogs. Her unhurried steps tapped against the quiet corridor, like a beautiful melody playing for this winter night.

The moon is not visible outside the corridor.

It was blocked by clouds.

The night was pitch black, blending seamlessly with her hair color.

Have you ever seen hair as smooth as silk? This aunt has it. It cascades down like a waterfall, reaching her waist and just inches away from her protruding buttocks.

Oh.

Do not look at what is improper.

Many employees see their bosses as idiots, believing their authority is solely due to luck. Whether this view is correct or not is debatable, but it certainly doesn't apply here.

The higher up the food chain, the more cruel, strict, and reasonable it becomes. In this vast and profound mansion, everyone's position matches their abilities, and Lady Fujiwara is the best example of this.

Even though today might be the most exciting day in recent times, she seems to have already forgotten what happened.

Ok.

To maintain such an excellent condition at this age, besides the accumulation of material possessions, extreme self-discipline is indispensable, and regular sleep is always the best way to maintain health.

How can we maintain a regular sleep schedule?

That means before going to sleep, clear your mind and don't think about anything that bothers you.

The dim stone lamp warded off the cold and illuminated the lady's way back to her room.

I wonder if He Gui's head is still lying at the bottom of the pond in the courtyard.

As the bedroom appeared before her, Lady Fujiwara's mind returned to complete tranquility.

"Squeak-"

But when she opened the door, the bloody scene from that afternoon suddenly flashed into her mind again, just like when the head was smashed into the pool, causing ripples to violently stir in her heart.

The room, which should have been quiet and deserted, was actually occupied by a man—a young, strong, and vigorous man.

That's right.

Young and vigorous.

Despite the cold weather, his face was flushed, as if he were feeling very hot.

Oh.

Perhaps it was because of the jug of liquor he was carrying?
"Madam, would you like a drink?"

Noticing the door being opened, Boss Jiang, who had entered uninvited, looked up, smiled slightly, and exuded elegance.

call--

A cold wind seemed to be howling, and Lady Fujiwara's expression instantly turned as cold as ice, much worse than during the day!
After all, it was she who invited Boss Jiang during the day.

At this time.

Boss Jiang is trespassing!
Think back to how Sakura was treated when she sneaked into the Chunqiu Hua Mansion.
He got brutally beaten up!
If this happened in America, where private property is considered sacred and inviolable, Mr. Jiang's actions would be so egregious that he wouldn't be wrong to be beaten to death.

"go out."

Lady Fujiwara uttered two words.

"I know that you rest at ten o'clock, Madam. Don't worry, I will definitely not disturb your sleep."

Jiang Chen remained unmoved, picked up the wine jug, took another sip, and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand to hide his grin.

To be honest, even though it was the Fujiwara family's treasured liquor, and its quality was superior to that of Maotai from Shenzhou, he really couldn't get used to this kind of shochu.

Lady Fujiwara quieted down. Although she didn't say anything harsh, she seemed to have turned into an ice cube, and you could feel her coldness even from this distance.

"Madam, please come inside first, be careful not to catch a cold."

Noticing that the other person was wearing thin cotton and linen pajamas, Jiang Chen gave a reminder.

But are they allowed to enter the house?

Do you dare come inside?

The night was dark and the wind was high.

A lone man and a lone woman.

Even if they were the actual son-in-law, let alone not being the mother-in-law's son-in-law, they would still need to avoid suspicion, right?
If this gets leaked or seen by someone, rumors will spread like wildfire.

correct.

people!

As the mistress of the house, how could someone so brazenly break into her bedroom? Where were her guards?!
History tells us that there is only one possibility for this to happen.

That means there's a traitor inside.

So Lady Fujiwara once again demonstrated admirable composure, refraining from foolish shouting and yelling, but instead staring intently at Jiang Chen with sharp eyes.

If looks could kill.

Without a doubt, Boss Jiang is even worse off than He Gui; not even a speck of dust will be left.

Seeing that the other party was still standing outside the door, Jiang Chen couldn't help but smile bitterly. He knew, of course, that this was a sign of doubt about his character and morality.

He wasn't upset; after all, it was only their first official meeting, and a lack of understanding and trust was understandable.

So he put down the blue-and-white porcelain wine pot with jewels and red dragons amidst clouds, which could be displayed in a museum, and, imitating Lady Fujiwara's actions during the day, reached under the table.

then--

Ok.

That's right.

Like Lady Fujiwara.

He also pulled out a pistol.

Fenghe P220.

9mm diameter.

The magazine holds ten rounds.
Even the model numbers are exactly the same.

Does a petty person take revenge without holding it in until the next day?
NO.

Mr. Jiang may not be all praise, and he has been criticized quite a bit, but so far, he has never been called a "petty person".

He came here tonight, definitely not to retaliate.

Jiang Chen inserted his index finger into the trigger guard, twisted the grip with his thumb, and the pistol spun stylishly. A smile played on Jiang Chen's lips as he gripped the pistol tightly again. The P220 instantly came to a stop, the muzzle pointing at himself.

"despair."

Jiang Chen moved slowly and gentlemanly, placing the pistol opposite Mrs. Fujiwara—on the seat prepared for her—under her watchful gaze. No.

Can't say that.

The Heavenly Stems and Earthly Branches have been reversed again.

This is clearly the lady's room.

The air grew quiet.

There's a certain charm in the silence that speaks volumes.

Jiang Chen's intentions were obvious. His wife might doubt his character, but firearms were always trustworthy.

After doing all this, Jiang Chen picked up the wine pot again.

Have to admit.

—These Thai pants are really hot.

"Splash—"

Mr. Jiang's vision was astounding, and Mrs. Fujiwara was not to be outdone. She actually walked in and closed the door behind her to prevent being spied on.

"Did you drink too much?"

Lady Fujiwara sat down opposite her, still in a dignified kneeling posture. The three simple words were not just a double entendre, but could be said to have many layers of meaning.

"How could I drink too much when I came to see Madam? I dare not."

Lady Fujiwara did not rush to grab the gun, even though that would have been the safest approach, but a lady has the demeanor of one.

Everyone has a high platform from which they cannot descend.

"Now I have every reason to shoot you dead."

Jiang Chen remained fearless, looking directly into those emotionless eyes with honesty. "Madam's reasons this afternoon were also quite valid, but Madam didn't fire the gun, did she?"

wrong.

opened.

It just didn't hit.

Mr. Jiang smiled, sending a very clear signal of goodwill. "The gun is in front of you, Madam. You can shoot at any time. But before you shoot, I hope you can let me finish what I have to say."

"explain."

"I heard that He Gui has died."

Are the two of them taking turns to provoke me?
“Madam, Liji was indeed in the wrong in this matter. I apologize to you on her behalf. She is pregnant, and I hope you can understand.”

"Where do pregnant women have the right to kill or get angry?"

Lady Fujiwara's response was incredibly sophisticated, so sophisticated that Jiang Chen was caught off guard. He moved his lips, but was rendered speechless by her rebuttal. After a moment of silence, he simply gave up trying to explain.

“If Madam wishes, I can take her away, away from here, away from Japan.”

Listen to thunder in a silent place!
Is this really not just drunken talk?

Lady Fujiwara's pupils suddenly contracted, and then she said, "Utterly ridiculous."

Jiang Chen seemed not to hear him and remained serious. "I still have things to take care of in Tokyo, so I need Madam to give me some time. After that, I will take her away, and Madam will no longer be subject to any risks."

Lady Fujiwara stared intently at him.

It's late at night.

There's no need for the other party to come over and spout nonsense.

and.

She couldn't find any trace of nonsense.

and so.

Is this man serious?
But how absurd!
Take her away.

It sounds simple, but it's not as simple as going on vacation or having a baby.

Are you just going to give up such enormous profits like that?

The intense conflict between logic and sensory reality plunged Lady Fujiwara's mind into unprecedented chaos; she frowned.

"Just for a child?"

"Ah."

Jiang Chen nodded gently, "No matter who is in charge here, Madam will always be the mistress of this place. If Madam really sees the child as a thorn in her side, the child will definitely not survive. Therefore, I have no other choice."

Lady Fujiwara's coldness gradually dissipated. The man's words were pleasing to the ear, and his humble attitude seemed to hit the soft spot of an elder. However, Lady Fujiwara was not easily fooled by a few sweet words and suddenly threw out an extremely sharp question.

“You’re worried I’ll hurt the children, so why don’t you get rid of me? You’re capable of that too.”

Jiang Chen remained calm and unhurriedly picked up the wine pot, taking a small sip from the spout.

“In my hometown, it’s not allowed to do that, or you’ll be struck by lightning.”

"Are you afraid of being struck by lightning?"

"I'm afraid I'll give birth without an anus."

Lady Fujiwara's lips curled up slightly, as if she were smiling, but it was fleeting and more like an illusion.

"You're willing to give it up, but will she be?"

It seems that Mr. Jiang's sincerity has won her approval.

Or.

She acknowledged a father's responsibility.

Whether she's willing to part with it or not is irrelevant. This time, she can't be willful.

Mr. Jiang held the wine pot, his tone and expression both calm and composed, but Mrs. Fujiwara seemed to be violently struck by some invisible force, staring at him intently for a long time without saying a word.

"Everyone has to be responsible for their own actions. She chose this path herself, and she should be responsible for her choice."

If that stunning beauty were here, she'd be completely flustered.

Why did she go to such lengths to get vaccinated?
But it depends on the situation.

Someone is disregarding the bigger picture for the sake of the child's safety, and wants to kidnap her to keep her as a caged bird.

Isn't it said that progesterone is irrational?

Why is it that men are more likely to lose their rationality?
Lady Fujiwara understood and fully comprehended the other party's meaning. She remained outwardly calm, but inwardly she was deeply shocked.

Imagine this: you rack your brains and scheme to get something you desperately want, only to have someone discard it like trash, throwing it away without a second thought. How would that feel?
My worldview has been shattered.

Cognitive collapse.

I feel really unwell.

In the China she knew, the emperors of history would ruthlessly turn their swords against their own relatives, wives, concubines, and children for the sake of their thrones; or rather, the whole world was like that.

But why is this man doing the opposite?

"Madam, is the deal done?"

Jiang Chen seemed unaware of the shock he had caused the other party.

If this is just showing off.

no doubt.

It can be described as reaching the pinnacle.

How do I know if this is just a delaying tactic?

Upon hearing this, Jiang Chen laughed. Sure enough, mature women are countless times more difficult to seduce than young girls; they're not even in the same league. Those beasts like to target young girls, not just eighteen-year-olds.

Experienced players know that, within a certain range, the older you get, the more flavorful you become.

Ok.

There are no experienced players here.

Jiang Chen leaned back, as if there was an invisible chair back behind him. He stared at that bare face without saying a word, until the other person started to feel a little uncomfortable, before he calmly opened his mouth.

"lady."

"The interests of Japan are insignificant to me. You can take it as me bragging, madam. You can think of it this way: treat it as a business deal. We both have our own desires, so let's put them on the scales and exchange them."

"Libra? Is it equal?"

Everyone wants to get a good deal, but when the deal is too good to be true, it can make people feel uneasy or even panicked.

"Oh."

Jiang Chen couldn't help but chuckle silently. "Doing business isn't about weighing yourself. As long as Madam thinks it's worth it and I think it's worth it, then everyone's happy, right?"

Lady Fujiwara's murderous intent was completely extinguished.

She finally understood why her daughter was willing to have children with this man.

No woman would resist having a child with a man like that. (End of Chapter)