I have ten trillion licking dog gold

Eleven weeks, with a maximum of seven days between weeks twelve and twelve.

It can also be three days.

These past few days, Boss Jiang has not participated in the elimination rounds of the martial arts tournament. After all, a master like him doesn't need to fight against insignificant opponents. He has the qualification to directly advance to the finals. So he stayed at the Fujiwara family's ancestral home, engaging in romance, no, conserving his energy.

"I have done as you requested."

It's the same room I stayed in on the first day.

It was still that solid ebony table that couldn't be lifted.

People are the same kind of people.

However, times have changed. After a few days of contact, getting to know each other, and becoming familiar with one another, the relationship between the two parties has gradually changed. Back then, "even if we met again, we would not recognize each other," but today they are much more harmonious.

There is no way to have it all in this world.

Between her two children, Lady Fujiwara ultimately made her choice.

"The gold is being loaded onto the ship and will be ready to depart soon."

Jiang Chen reciprocated the gesture, no longer displaying the same boldness as when they first met, and took the initiative to pick up the teapot and pour tea for the other person.

Lady Fujiwara had a serene expression. Dealing with such a person was undoubtedly very pleasant; she always kept her word and was extremely efficient.

"Could you spare Fujiwara Takuno's life?"

The lady suddenly spoke, looking down at the scalding hot tea.

"I have no way to answer that question, and as you know, the decision is not in my hands."

Lady Fujiwara ignored her and continued speaking softly, "I'm just sparing his life; he can live as an ordinary commoner."

If the Fujiwara clan chief heard such words, would he feel remorse and gratitude, or would he be furious and enraged?
However, from an outsider's perspective, Jiang Chen still felt the universal love and concern of parents.

"lady."

He paused for a moment, then said, "If the positions were reversed and Fujiwara Takuno were in power, how do you think he would treat Li Ji?"

"Hypothetical questions are meaningless."

"Hypothetical questions are indeed meaningless, but we cannot use lofty moral standards to hold others hostage."

Jiang Chen said softly, "I am a man, and I have dealt with Fujiwara Takuno before. I understand the way he looks at Li Ji. Madam, I'm sorry, please forgive me for not being able to speak to Li Ji."

Why is it also about "eyes"?
Does everyone know how to read faces?

It's over.

According to this logic, it seems that the world is full of lecherous demons.

As soon as Mr. Jiang finished speaking sincerely and calmly, Mrs. Fujiwara fell silent. She could no longer plead and awkwardly grasped the teacup, but then withdrew her fingers because it was still too hot.

Although the other party's words were tactful enough, they also sharply and incisively exposed the most sordid and ugly secrets of the Fujiwara family that could not be told to outsiders.

Fortunately, it only involves siblings, and the full picture is still unknown.

Otherwise, Lady Fujiwara would be utterly ashamed.

"Let Liji make the decision herself. That's the fairest way."

Jiang Chen eased the tension.

correct.

Who is the true owner of this house?
"Why didn't you go and be with her?"

Lady Fujiwara, seizing the opportunity, changed the subject.

Jiang Chen, who hadn't attended a single prenatal checkup, smiled and said, "She wouldn't let me come along, saying she wanted to give me a surprise."

Surprise.

The birth of a new life is often a bright and heartwarming event.

Lady Fujiwara's expression softened.

Look.

When there are no worries about the future, who would refuse to have a house full of children and grandchildren?

"What if it's a daughter?"

She picked up her teacup and asked the question in a unique way; normally, one would ask the other person whether they thought it was a boy or a girl.

However, given the traditional preference for sons in both countries, such a heavy dowry seems somewhat unreasonable if it is for a daughter.

"A daughter would be perfect, I love daughters."

Jiang Chen answered without hesitation, his smile filled with sincerity.

He remembered that someone had asked him this question before.

Correct.

It's Li Shurui.

Lady Fujiwara looked up, seemingly to confirm the truth of the other party's answer. Her neck, slightly exposed at the neckline, was as white as jade, matching the color of her face.

"You prefer daughters?"

Everyone seems surprised.

Girls are so adorable, such sweet and considerate little darlings.

"Doesn't the lady also like her daughter?"

Jiang Chen met his gaze.

Lady Fujiwara, who ultimately chose to side with her daughter, remained expressionless, asking, "If it were your daughter, wouldn't you be afraid?"

Jiang Chen took a sip of tea. "What are you afraid of?"

"Aren't you worried that she'll become like her mother?"

Jiang Chen was speechless, and then fell into a temporary silence.

This is a rather pointed question.

That's quite realistic too.

It should be noted that the patriarch of the Fujiwara family died at the hands of Fujiwara Reiki.

In other words, the daughter killed her father.

Thinking about it that way, it's really a bit scary.

I believe not.

"Why not?"

Jiang Chen said calmly, “There is an old saying in China: ‘Oranges grown south of the Huai River are sweet oranges, but those grown north of the Huai River are bitter oranges.’ This means that the same species will develop different forms depending on the environment in which they grow.”

"If Liji hadn't grown up here, but in an ordinary, normal family, do you think she would have become the way she is today?"

Lady Fujiwara pursed her lips and remained silent.

Jiang Chen stroked the teacup. "Moreover, Li Ji knows how difficult her path to adulthood was, and she certainly wouldn't let her child repeat the same mistakes. A mother's love for her child is the purest thing in the world, just like how even if Fujiwara Takuno did many wrong things, the lady would still plead for him."

"I believe she will be a good mother."

Jiang Chen concluded that he was very positive and full of hope for the future, and this optimistic look made Madam Fujiwara smile slightly.

"You mean I'm not a good mother?"

Jiang Chen smiled.

To be objective and realistic, the other party has undoubtedly failed in the role of mother.

But every family has its own problems.

The Fujiwara family was no ordinary family.

Mothers don't have much power over their children's education.

If anyone were in this position, who would be confident that they could do better?

Having spent a hundred tons of gold on the dowry, Boss Jiang was fully entitled to look down on others and make unwarranted comments. However, he didn't point fingers; instead, he said something that left Mrs. Fujiwara speechless:

"I believe that Madam will be a good grandmother."

This is the end.

Art has been created.

Lady Fujiwara's pupils went unfocused, her vision blurred, and then they curved into a smile, like spring reviving, the lake thawing, and shimmering with light.

This man seems to always have the word "believe" on his lips.

And sometimes, "belief" has a more powerful influence than gold.

If Fujiwara Reiki were here, she would be surprised. Her mother hadn't shown such a pure, heartfelt smile in a long time, but unfortunately, she was undergoing a checkup.

"...Aren't you ever afraid of making mistakes?"

“My friend Duanmu, you’ve met her, Madam. She’s that girl. She’s a Taoist priest. There’s a saying in Taoism that the more you believe in a certain event, the more likely it is to happen. We can’t control our destiny, but we can imagine the best possible destiny. Only when you think about it will it come true.”

Lady Fujiwara nodded slowly, "I have learned a lot."

Jiang Chen smiled slightly, picked up his teacup, and said, "Then you'll have to work hard taking care of the child in the future, Madam."

Lady Fujiwara's lips curved gently.

“Liji was quite well-behaved when she was little.”

Jiang Chen lowered his head and sipped his tea.

Every child is an angel when they are young; it's just that their wings are painted with different colors later on.

"Yes, girls tend to be more quiet and gentle, but boys are not so easy to manage."

Wait a minute. She's clearly still thinking about her son.

Men, it seems, are more likely to say one thing and mean another.

Lady Fujiwara immediately seized on his slip-up, "Didn't you say you liked daughters?"

"I do like daughters."

Jiang Chen remained calm, though slightly helpless, "But she's carrying a boy, what can we do?"

Lady Fujiwara frowned.

Is it a boy?
Is the sentence structure used incorrectly?

Do you think she's having a boy?

Mrs. Fujiwara helped to correct it.

Jiang Chen remained silent, neither agreeing nor disagreeing, then gave his wife a warm smile: "Madam, how about we play a little game?"

A mature woman of her age is naturally perceptive and understanding. Besides, with Boss Jiang showering her with gifts and offering emotional comfort, it's neither reasonable nor emotionally feasible for Mrs. Fujiwara to spoil the mood.

What game?

"Bet on whether she's having a boy or a girl."

It's a very cliché game, but it's usually played by couples or the child's maternal grandmother; there are very few examples of it.

"What's the stake?"

"Lady Fujiwara asked casually."

On a whim, Jiang Chen pondered for a moment and casually said, "The winner can make any request to the other side."

"Of course, one cannot violate personal principles."

He added.

Making demands at will?
That's a pretty big gamble.

"You're betting on the boy?"

"Madam Fujiwara asked calmly."

"Correct."

Jiang Chen nodded, without a trace of shame. "I bet on a boy. Madam, do you also want to bet on a boy?"

With a 50% chance, what difference does it make which side you bet on?
However, you definitely can't bet everything on one side, otherwise the game can't continue.

So Boss Jiang is very cunning. By making his choice first, he effectively deprived the other party of their right to choose.

Lady Fujiwara, of course, couldn't have thought that far ahead. It wasn't that she was naive; with her background and experience, she certainly knew the wickedness of human nature. However, Boss Jiang's performance these past few days had been impeccable, completely eliminating her instinctive scrutiny and vigilance towards human nature.

What are your requirements?

Look,
be cheated.

wrong.

They accepted this fun little game.

"No rush."

There was still time to think about what to ask for. Jiang Chen was relaxed and even exuded a strange sense of confidence. "It's not too late to bring it up after the results come out."

Lady Fujiwara, of course, noticed his confidence.

One hundred tons of gold gave Lady Fujiwara a direct understanding of the man's strength, but the game of guessing a coin relies on luck, and who can be confident of winning?
“Say it now. It’s unfair to wait until the results are out.”

Lady Fujiwara was indeed wise; once the result was announced, the winner would inevitably act recklessly.

Before the cards are revealed, people are more cautious about betting because they also have the possibility of losing.

"What are your requirements, Madam?"

Jiang Chen also thought it made sense and wanted to be a gentleman and give priority to ladies, but the other party didn't accept it, saying, "You go first."

Jiang Chen didn't stand on ceremony, his eyes showing thoughtfulness.

"Then... let's dance."

They really haven't given up their wicked intentions?
Is it still a misunderstanding?
Upon hearing the other party's brazenly proposed wager, Lady Fujiwara's ears burned, and she clenched her teeth, though she hadn't prepared a pistol under the table today.

Is that okay?

Jiang Chen even asked a question on purpose.

What did he say about the rules of the game?

It doesn't violate my personal principles!
It's just dancing.

What principle is violated?
Ok.

Jiang Chen was referring to proper dance, art, while Lady Fujiwara likely misunderstood.

Misunderstandings don't usually matter much; a simple slam of the table and a clear talk can easily resolve them. The problem is that Lady Fujiwara isn't the type to get easily agitated; she doesn't like to show her emotions on her face.

So she just stared at Jiang Chen, just stared, without saying a word, and didn't answer for a long time.

"That's it."

Jiang Chen was very understanding; the implication seemed to be that the other party couldn't take a joke.

Lady Fujiwara, who had already agreed to the game, could hardly resist such provocation.

"it is good."

One word.

It landed as if nailed to the ground.

“If I win, you’ll crawl to the door and bark like a dog.”

She quickly made her demands, and this emotional backlash made Jiang Chen rub his nose involuntarily.

Bark like a dog?
There was a hint of revenge in it.

In fact, this request is a violation of principles. After all, dancing does not dishonor dignity, while barking like a dog is a pure trampling on one's personality.

"It's a word."

Incredibly, faced with such an unreasonable request, someone surprisingly agreed readily, a decision so readily that Lady Fujiwara's eyes twitched and her heart became uneasy.

There must be a demon in the abnormal situation.

It's a principle that any normal person understands.

At this moment, Lady Fujiwara felt empty and adrift, not because she was afraid of losing, but because she suspected she had fallen into a trap.

"you sure?"

"determine."

Meeting the scrutinizing gaze from across the room, Jiang Chen nodded decisively, which only intensified the lady's unease.

"Are you that confident?"

Bark like a dog.

Is it possible that the other party would do that?
Therefore, the only reason they could agree so readily is that they believe they are in an invincible position.

"I've always had very good luck when it comes to gambling."

Jiang Chen's smile was full of ease and relaxation, and he then asked, "I wonder what type of dance Madam is best at?"

biubiu!

What type of dance are you good at?

They probably wish they could shoot him dead!

"At that time, you'll have to go through Chinese, Japanese, and English all at once."

Anxious and corrupt.

They were absolutely furious.

Jiang Chen laughed, "Aren't they all just barking?"

A blush found its perfect moment and finally spread from behind her ears to her cheeks. Lady Fujiwara was overwhelmed and no longer cared about her figure. She seemed both angry and embarrassed, saying, "Don't be too smug!"

No wonder some people are fond of mature women.

The tea has become even more flavorful.

Jiang Chen swirled his teacup, knowing when to stop, and didn't provoke the other person any further.

He was truly finding joy in hardship.

boy.

His arrogance certainly wasn't based on wishful thinking or luck.

His confidence comes from the Taoist nun sister.

It was indeed a 50/50 chance to win or lose when guessing a coin, but the Taoist nun gave him a third eye.

What if this coin only has one side?

As for whether the Taoist nun's words are worth believing.

Ok.

He wanted to doubt it, he wanted to scoff at it, but reason told him otherwise.

—He's going to have a son. (End of Chapter)