I have ten trillion licking dog gold

"Then I won't disturb Madam's rest any longer."

Mr. Jiang was truly carefree. He picked up the wine jug and prepared to get up. Before leaving, he didn't forget to offer his gentlemanly blessings.

"May you have sweet dreams, madam."

Who says first impressions can't be changed?

Those are all excuses.

At least we can try to fix it.

"stop."

Look.

Someone did just that; he entered uninvited, and not only did no shots be fired, but he was also persuaded to stay.

"You're just going to leave like this?"

Jiang Chen stopped, turned around, and asked calmly, "Does Madam have any other requests?"

"What will I do if you leave?"

"..."

Lady Fujiwara stared at the table and asked a straightforward question, leaving Jiang Chen puzzled.

He sat down again.

"The lady told me today that she has a son and a daughter. The daughter has left, but there is still a son."

Lady Fujiwara suddenly looked at him.

Jiang Chen met his gaze, his eyes filled with innocence.

The idea of ​​valuing sons over daughters is based on the belief that sons are more reliable, while daughters are destined to marry and, like dandelions, fly away to who knows where.

But her son.

He's a beast.

Could it be that...

His daughter didn't tell him?
It's not impossible.

after all.

Don't wash your dirty linen in public.

"Do you think my son will forgive me?"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Chen pondered for a moment, then nodded slightly. "Yes, Madam's support for Li Ji has indeed created a rift with Fujiwara Takuno... So, what does Madam want me to do?"

How to do it?
How did she know?

My daughter is crazy.

My son is a beast.

She can't just take power herself, can she?

unrealistic.

So Lady Fujiwara just stared at him quietly, without saying a word.

"or."

Jiang Chen hesitated for a moment, then tentatively said, "I'll take Fujiwara Takuno with me, so that Madam won't have any worries."

The "taking away" mentioned here should not refer to taking away at the spatial level, but rather to taking away at the physical level.

Jiang Chen, who exudes the unwavering love of a father, also displays the ruthless side befitting a powerful figure.

"Watch your words. It's not just you who cares about your child."

Jiang Chen remained silent, looking at the woman who hadn't given him a kind look since they met, and suddenly felt a pang of sympathy.

That's too much to ask of her.

She is not building her own image.

Instead, they were trying to maintain the last vestiges of dignity of this century-old aristocratic family.

"Ah."

Jiang Chen nodded again, "If Li Ji leaves and Fujiwara Takuno leaves, then the Fujiwara family will inevitably fall into chaos, and who knows how many ambitious people will emerge at that time."

Brother Dong.

Lady Fujiwara's difficult situation is described in detail.

My husband is gone.

My daughter is gone.

My son is gone.

How could a widow like her fare well in this cannibalistic place?

Jiang Chen seemed to have a headache and asked, "Does Madam have any thoughts?"

"Liji cannot leave."

Lady Fujiwara's tone was firm and resolute.

This is what it means to hear a wise man's words and gain more knowledge than to read books for ten years.

Mr. Jiang's words were not in vain.

The lady understood what the best choice, or rather the only choice, was.

"But if Li Ji doesn't leave..."

Jiang Chen looked troubled.

Lady Fujiwara frowned, vaguely feeling that she had been set up, but she couldn't find any concrete evidence.

Regardless of whether it was a design or not, did she have any other choice?

"I will not hurt your child."

Jiang Chen remained calm and composed, showing no sign of joy. "Is this a decision made after careful consideration by Madam? I don't want Madam to regret it later."

"I can spare your child," Lady Fujiwara repeated, her expression stern and her gaze imposing, even in her pajamas. "But you must promise me that."

"What guarantees?"

"To ensure the safety of the Fujiwara family."

Jiang Chen didn't speak, but subconsciously picked up the wine pot, then put it down after considering that it didn't taste very good.

"If the Fujiwara clan chief knew this in the afterlife, he would surely be smiling in his grave."

Don't you know any better?

This is the case.

Late at night.

A lone man and a lone woman.

Is it appropriate to mention someone's deceased husband?

Can you guarantee that?

Lady Fujiwara ignored her and continued to press her for answers.

"If I said I could, would you believe me, Madam?"

Jiang Chen countered with a question.

no respond.

He then smiled and said, "I can assure you, Madam, that I will do my best."

True sincerity.

It's not about blindly nodding and pounding your chest; that would seem like a delaying tactic.

Lady Fujiwara gazed at him.

Mr. Jiang maintained his smile and remained gentle and refined.

"I have never trusted men, and I hope you won't let me down."

Okay.

I need to retract what I just said.

This must not be heard by the old clan chief in the afterlife.

At this point, Mr. Jiang could have replied based on facts: He has never liked to disappoint women.

However, responding in this way would be quite disrespectful.

Although all servants were dismissed, people still had to be mindful of each other's status.

A sense of boundaries is important.

"I hope to live up to your high expectations."

After cleaning up that monster's mess, Boss Jiang estimated the time; it should be around 9:30, which didn't affect his biological clock.

"Then I'll go back first."

Jiang Chen stood up, and this time he was not persuaded to stay. If he had been persuaded to stay any longer, something really would have happened.

Having dealt with a ticking time bomb, Jiang Chen walked out, forgetting to bring his sake bottle. Lady Fujiwara didn't remind him, or rather, she didn't notice at all. She sat quietly and motionless on the cloth, her eyes unfocused, lost in thought, and it was unclear whether her mind was any more at peace.

"Shoot..."

The door opened.

Three seconds later.

"Shoot."

The door closed.

Lady Fujiwara then slowly exhaled, her straight back slightly relaxing.

Humans are not machines.

People can't be exactly the same in public and in private.

"lady."

A voice suddenly rang out

Lady Fujiwara's body trembled.

Do you know what this feeling is like?
It's like a thief with a knife breaking into your room. You pretend to be asleep, and after the thief has ransacked the place and left satisfied, you dare to open your eyes and rush to find your phone to call the police. At that moment, you feel warmth on the back of your neck.

—I knew you weren't asleep.

Just ask me, isn't it terrifying?

Startled, Lady Fujiwara whirled around, completely losing her composure. Her pale face contorted with a childlike rage. "What are you doing?!"

Boss Jiang is innocent. He really wasn't bluffing or harboring any ulterior motives. He had already stepped out but was forced to pull back. He raised his hand and pointed to the door.

"Takuno Fujiwara has arrived."

Lady Fujiwara, on the verge of exploding with impatience, was once again forcibly restrained, and then said:

Didn't you arrange for someone to guard the gate?

No?

That sounds a bit off.

We're discussing business, not stealing. Why are we guarding the door?

Furthermore.

Jiang invited him to his home in a very generous manner, which made it completely unexpected that Fujiwara Takuno was at home.

Everyone knows how to play.

Footsteps seemed to be getting closer outside; there was no time to think about anything else.

"He's coming in."

Jiang Chen reminded him. (End of Chapter)