I have ten trillion licking dog gold

What are your plans?

Lady Fujiwara seemed to have been persuaded.

Fujiwara Takuno's lips curled up slightly, as if he had expected this all along. He had to admit that this beast—no, this guy born with a silver spoon in his mouth—was quite charming in appearance, like a female version of Fujiwara Reiki, with a kind of effeminate evil aura.

"It all stems from the child in Li Ji's womb. This child must be removed."

"How do I take it?"

Lady Fujiwara asked again.

How do I take it?
Fujiwara Takuno smiled without saying a word, gazing at his mother who seemed detached from worldly affairs but was actually in control of the situation. After a while, he said:

"Mother will definitely have a way, right?"

Indeed, a mother and child are of one heart.

Their ideas coincided.

However, Lady Fujiwara must have given up on backing down by now, but she couldn't show any signs of it in front of her son.

“If you harm the child, aren’t you worried that Liji will fight you to the death?”

"hehe."

Fujiwara Takuno smiled broadly, "How can you call it harm? Some lives should never have come into this world."

"But for a mother, it would be crazy."

No. I don't think so.

Takuno Fujiwara shook his head. "Liji is a very rational person. She's just being controlled by pregnancy hormones right now. If the baby is lost, I believe she'll come to her senses immediately. I know my mother doesn't want to see infighting, so this is the last resort and the only chance."

Fujiwara clan leader, with unwavering righteousness, declared that if the child were eliminated, thus removing the unbearable potential risks, he was willing to continue to "endure humiliation"—no, to humble himself—for the sake of his family's well-being, for the harmony and stability of his clan. He was prioritizing the greater good.

It's very tempting.

Especially from Lady Fujiwara's perspective, his description was arguably the best possible scenario.

but.

The credibility of people varies greatly.

On one side is the man I just officially met today.

On one hand, her own son.

Who is more trustworthy?

The answer is obvious.

"Why don't you do it yourself?"

Lady Fujiwara asked, her tone and expression perfectly synchronized, without a trace of emotion.

"Oh."

Upon hearing this, the Fujiwara clan chief couldn't help but chuckle, his smile slightly bitter. He then hesitated, his acting skills reaching a pinnacle.

In the end, the overwhelming sense of grievance and helplessness was still hard to suppress.

"...If I could, I wouldn't want to trouble my mother. Because of her support, this place has gradually become her territory, and I have no chance at all. In fact, I'm worried that she might poison me at any time. That's why I rarely come back."

The head of the family was forced to the point that he dared not return home.

It was so moving that it brought tears to the eyes of anyone who heard it.

"But your mother won't be wary of you."

Well-reasoned and supported by evidence.

Reasonable.

Furthermore, Lady Fujiwara was forced into a moral corner, seemingly unable to shirk her responsibility.

Lady Fujiwara looked quietly at her "pitiful" son, her face as still as a mirror, her heart as stagnant as still water.

As the saying goes, a prodigal son who returns is more precious than gold.

Making mistakes can be forgiven as long as one is truly repentant. But has the son she carried for ten months truly turned over a new leaf?
His remarks completely exposed his subconscious thoughts and also provided the answer.

Despite constantly being on guard against the other party's potential assassination, he still claims to be willing to coexist peacefully with them.

This can't possibly be the truth.

It can only be because of the circumstances that one is in a position of absolute weakness and has no choice but to compromise.

And what will happen if the situation changes is self-evident.

"What if she comes after me if I make a move?"

Lady Fujiwara's straightforward words caught the Fujiwara clan head off guard. His smile faltered slightly, but he quickly regained his composure.

"How could that be? She still needs her mother."

need.

Well said.

By using herself to get rid of her sister's child, she would definitely be met with hostility from the man in China, and they would most likely turn against each other, effectively cutting off any external support.

As the instigator, he would be hated by his daughter, and the alliance would collapse, allowing someone to sit back and watch the fight unfold.

This isn't just killing two birds with one stone; it's an absolute stomp of victory!

When she loses her usefulness and is no longer needed, will her son still treat her as politely as he does now?
At that moment, Lady Fujiwara suddenly thought of her daughter and the man hiding in the bedroom.

Daughter, killed He Gui.

The man even claimed that if the situation turned bad, he would send her to China.

Regardless of whether these are what she wants, at least these two are very sincere.

That's right.

sincere.

There was no pretense or hypocrisy.

Even if He Gui's head were thrown into the pool, it would be done openly and honestly in front of her.

If her son could be open and honest with her and make promises to her, perhaps she would think more highly of him.

But as it turns out, old habits die hard, and a hypocrite is always more detestable than a true villain.

It's almost ten o'clock.

He waited patiently, but did not receive the answer he wanted. The Fujiwara clan chief was not disappointed; he nodded.

"I hope my mother will consider this soon, so that she won't regret it later."

After saying that, he propped himself up on his knees without even saying goodnight. Of course, as a mother, Mrs. Fujiwara would not mind such trivial matters. Hearing the door open and close, she slowly lowered her hand that had been under the table. Above her, the pistol left behind by someone was embedded in the bottom of the table.

Fortunately, the Fujiwara clan chief is no longer the same as before, and his moral standards have improved; otherwise, what Boss Jiang experienced during the day might have been repeated on him.

correct.

Where is that person?
Why isn't it out yet?

Lady Fujiwara snapped out of her daze, quickly got up, and, in her pristine white socks, walked to the door with a "tap tap tap" sound, then yanked it open.

The embarrassing scene did not occur.

The man didn't sneak around rummaging through drawers or lie down on her bed to rest; he stood like a statue three steps from the door, staring at her.

"gone?"

"come out."

Lady Fujiwara said.

It's not that he doesn't want to come out, it's that he doesn't know what's going on outside. If he comes out and bumps into them, that would be very inappropriate.

As Jiang Chen walked out, Madam Fujiwara took the opportunity to glance at her bedroom. The bedding was neat and tidy, and the wardrobe was unharmed.

No wonder she's so suspicious.

Anyone whose social circle is full of weirdos will become suspicious.

"Madam, please rest."

Look.

This is the gap.

The person showed no curiosity whatsoever about the conversation between the mother and son, and didn't even ask.

It can only be said that Boss Jiang understands women too well. Seeing his nonchalant attitude, Madam Fujiwara took the initiative to speak up: "Don't you want to know what he wanted to see me about?"

"What else could it be?"

Jiang Chen smiled faintly, "Aren't they just like me, trying to win over Lady Fujiwara's support?"

"Aren't you afraid?"

Jiang Chen looked at the stunningly mature woman, who was half a head shorter than him, with a leisurely air. "What are you afraid of? Are you afraid that Lady Fujiwara will go back on her word, break our deal, and tell your son that I'm hiding in your bedroom?"

“If I tell him, you might really die.”

"Oh?"

Jiang Chen remained calm and composed. "If Madam wanted to kill me, I probably wouldn't be here during the day."

I'm talking about him.

Lady Fujiwara's expression was indifferent.

This is not intimidation.

Although the adult world values ​​"decency," how can one maintain decorum if they were to meet in a narrow encounter like in the previous case?

"Chief Fujiwara?"

Jiang Chen seemed to realize what was happening and said with a smile, "Madam, I am stronger and healthier than your son."

The air fell silent for a moment.

Seeing that the other party's expression was not quite right, Boss Jiang, who had spoken without thinking, realized that his words might have been ambiguous and immediately added, "What I meant was, he can't beat me."

Trying to cover it up only makes it more obvious. It's better not to explain at all.

Lady Fujiwara took a deep breath, her chest heaving beneath her coat, and said in a low voice, "Get out."

Jiang Chen looked slightly embarrassed and immediately nodded, ceasing his teasing.

"Shoot..."

The door closed.

This time, I won't go back.

Baka yarou!
They don't seem to be any good stuff!

Lady Fujiwara, wearing a coat, looked at the bottle of wine on the table, but couldn't drink it. She stood there alone, a nameless bitterness and sorrow welling up inside her.

Yes.

Who can she rely on for the rest of her life?

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Fortunately, the other person's son is a pervert.

otherwise.

Tonight might actually turn into something really funny.

Jiang Chen knew, of course, that sometimes winning wasn't because he was so strong, but because his opponent was too weak.

If the Fujiwara clan head was a righteous gentleman who did not deceive in secret, would his mother not stand on the side of her own son?
As Jiang Chen stepped into the courtyard, his gaze shifted.

Inside the pavilion, a figure was shrouded in the night, indistinct and barely perceptible.

He walked over.

"I waited in vain, and didn't see a good show."

"What do you mean by that, Jiang Sang? I don't quite understand."

Fujiwara Reiki, draped in a cloak, looked at the man who had just come out of her mother's room with tender affection, "I was just worried that Jiang-sang wouldn't know the way."

"Where's Sakura? Did you chop her into pieces too?"

Jiang Chen walked into the pavilion.

He believed that Sakura hadn't betrayed him, and there was no need for Sakura to betray him.

"How could that be? How could I dare? Isn't Ying Jiang Sang's person?"

The last sentence is thought-provoking.

Jiang Chen ignored him and said indifferently, "Pregnant women should rest early."

man.

Always concerned about saving face.

Fujiwara Reiki, of course, understood the concern beneath his cold exterior. She pulled her mink cloak tighter around herself and said, "Don't worry, Jiang Sang, I'm very warm."

"Has Jiang Sang comforted his mother?"

To comfort.

Could you use a different adjective?

Jiang Chen remained unfazed. "She's your mother. You need to show her at least some respect. Don't think your mother has no other choice; even a rabbit will bite when cornered."

"I'm just doing this to avenge Jiang Sang."

Fujiwara Reiki bit her lower lip lightly, looking pitiful.

"You think you can vent your anger on a servant?"

Jiang Chen said with a stern face, "If you're so capable, why don't you kill your mother too?"

“What are you saying, Jiang Sang! How could I possibly do such a rebellious thing?”

In the past, Boss Jiang would never have had any reservations, but now, he didn't even dare to speak too harshly, stopping short of making a point.

"Your mom has had a tough time, so be nicer to her."

I wonder what Lady Fujiwara would think if she heard these words.

Fujiwara Reiki looked surprised. The stone lanterns in the courtyard were dim and yellowish, unable to cast any light on her face, which was completely covered in shadow.

She looked at Jiang Chen for a while, then smiled charmingly and said, "It seems that Jiang Sang and Mother are having a very pleasant chat."

"Yes, it was very enjoyable, extremely enjoyable, incredibly enjoyable."

"Wait for me."

The two walked out of the pavilion, one after the other.

"Jiang Sang really knows how to handle things. I was worried you two would start arguing again, which is why I came over..."

"Aren't you quite disappointed?"

"what?"

Even if she was pregnant with his child, Jiang Chen still had to say that she was the epitome of a vicious and ruthless person.

"Did you deliberately lure Fujiwara Takuno back?"

"How could that be?"

Fujiwara Reiki immediately denied it, saying, "I had no idea he would come back; it was truly an accident."

"Then why didn't you stop him?"

Jiang Chen asked again.

Fujiwara no Reiki, who held absolute power in this mansion, fell silent instantly.

Look.

When faced with difficult questions, they always remain silent.

Jiang Chen wasn't just pretending; he genuinely felt sorry for Lady Fujiwara, but every pitiful person has something hateful about them.

Yes.

Her predicament was caused by her two children.

But as a mother, don't you bear even the slightest responsibility for raising such a pair of children?

Therefore, Lady Fujiwara has absolutely no need to worry.

A grandmother like her would definitely not be allowed to take care of children in China.

"If you want to kill Fujiwara Takuno, why don't you do it yourself? Isn't it too much trouble to make me do it?"

"Jiang Sang, how could I have such thoughts?"

"No?"

Jiang Chen couldn't help but say in a deep voice, "Putting aside past grievances, as a son, what do you think would happen if you caught your widowed mother having an affair with a man?"

"Why are you being so fierce? You've frightened me."

Fujiwara Reiki looked delicate and aggrieved, while simultaneously placing her hand on her abdomen.

The hostage is in our hands.

Even a man like Boss Jiang could only sigh and lament, helpless, and shut his mouth.

"Didn't Jiang Sang meet with him?"

"Now that we've met, can we both walk away from this situation?"

"Then... what happened?"

Good question.

They've already gone inside, so why didn't it collide with Earth?
She was clearly doing it on purpose.

Tonight, it seemed like Boss Jiang was in danger and almost got arrested, but actually, it was Chief Fujiwara who narrowly escaped.

"What else could it be? Your mom told me to hide."

"what."

Fujiwara Reiki chuckled, then sighed, "Mother still hasn't given up on her son."

"If I were your mother, I would also have to be careful around a daughter like you."

"Jiang Sang and her mother just met, why are you already siding with her?"

Fujiwara Reiki frowned, seemingly dissatisfied and puzzled, and turned to look at Jiang Chen: "Could it be that even Jiang Sang can't resist his mother's charm?"

Jiang Chen stopped.

Fujiwara Reiki stopped as well, still looking at her with innocent and pure eyes.

Jiang Chen raised his hand.

Fujiwara Reiki did not move.

What does she have to be afraid of now?

They were utterly fearless.

really.

There was no slap; Boss Jiang simply raised his hand and smoothed a strand of hair from her cheek.

"Do you really think I was just chatting inside for so long?"

Fujiwara Reiki remained composed, even smiling slightly, exuding elegance and gentleness.

"Jiang Sang won't be that fast."

Jiang Chen's lips moved, as if he wanted to show off, but his moral bottom line blocked his throat. He didn't say a word and turned to leave.

"You've gone the wrong way, that's the other way." (End of Chapter)