I have ten trillion licking dog gold

Chapter 1803 Snake

Fun mini-game completed.

However, the two players had very different mindsets.

When it comes to dancing and barking like a dog, the one who should feel immense pressure is the one barking like a dog, but reality has turned out to be the opposite.

Jiang Chen sipped his tea with a relaxed air, while Madam Fujiwara seemed to feel uneasy.

She didn't even try to hide it, calling over a servant to ask, "Has the result come out yet, Miss?"

I didn't go to the hospital.

Top-tier medical teams from Tokyo provide in-home services.

The servant immediately withdrew and went to inquire about the situation.

"Madam, please be patient. Once the results are in, Li Ji will inform us immediately."

Jiang Chen remained calm and composed, offering her emotional support, but Lady Fujiwara did not appreciate it. On the contrary, her suspicions grew stronger.

Did they receive the answer in advance?

impossible.

He didn't even look at his phone.

No one came to warn us.

Lady Fujiwara ignored her and waited anxiously in silence.

A short while later, the servant returned.

"All the tests have been completed, and the young lady is waiting. The results will be available soon."

Lady Fujiwara breathed a slight sigh of relief. "You may leave."

At least one thing is certain.

This game is fair.

Since the results from that side haven't come out yet, there's no possibility of cheating.

Lady Fujiwara is still too young... no, she's not young anymore...

You can't blame her.

Who could imagine that a clairvoyant eye exists in the world?

"Trying to scare me?"

Lady Fujiwara quickly regained her composure and poise after realizing what had happened.

gamble.

It's a battle of mindsets.

Admittedly, she was inferior to her opponent in this respect.

This man must be a seasoned gambler.

Jiang Chen looked suspicious and felt wronged, retorting, "Isn't it just that Madam is scaring herself?"

Lady Fujiwara was speechless.

indeed.

Most fears are actually unfounded and come entirely from one's own imagination.

It's all in her head.

"The acting is quite good."

Having regained her composure, Mrs. Fujiwara gradually found her proper demeanor and, attempting to salvage the situation, said with an air of haughtiness and aloofness, "It's a pity she's not a male actor."

Male porn star?

Jiang Chen almost spat out his tea, his eyes widening slightly as he stared at the other person with a strange look.

what's the situation?
My daughter is pregnant and is currently undergoing a check-up.

As a mother, she actually made lewd jokes with her daughter's husband.

Why does this sound like a storyline from a Japanese specialty film?
Whether or not she resembles a male porn star is another matter, but the other party can be described as the perfect stepmother in the eyes of a veteran fan of Japanese romance films.

She would absolutely outshine any active actress.

"Why is Madam resorting to personal attacks?"

Mr. Jiang replied, his expression puzzled.

"Personal attack?"

Unexpectedly, Lady Fujiwara was even more puzzled.

Is there anything worth discussing about this issue?

"Isn't that so?"

Lady Fujiwara frowned, pondered, and then suddenly realized.

Her face, which she had barely managed to control, almost flushed red again. She abruptly hardened her expression, turning icy cold. "Stop thinking those filthy thoughts!"

Disgusting?

Who is really the despicable one?

Respect for elders is a matter of personal cultivation and character, but it doesn't mean that being older gives one the right to bully others or act arrogantly. Jiang Chen couldn't hold back and argued his point, "Didn't Madam call me a male porn star?"

Mrs. Fujiwara stared at him fiercely, saying each word clearly, "In Japan, 'male actor' means male performer."

"..."

Jiang Chen was stunned for a moment, then felt awkward.

Oops.

There's been a misunderstanding.

But can we blame him?
If anyone—no, any Chinese person—heared this, they would definitely have a problem with it at first glance.

It just goes to show how harmful habitual thinking can be!

Ok.

The lady's explanation is correct. "Male actor" refers to male actors in a broad sense, not specifically to adult male stars.

Just like cars are categorized into gasoline cars, electric cars, tricycles, and bicycles.

Adult male stars are male porn stars, but male porn stars are not necessarily adult male stars.

If it were anyone else, they would probably be so embarrassed that they would want to dig their toes into the ground, but Boss Jiang quickly adjusted himself. Although his expression was inevitably a little unnatural, he still held his head up straight.

"I'm sorry, but in China, people tend to think of male actors as adult film stars."

Mr. Jiang stated frankly that Wan Fang was guilty, and that the guilt lay in cultural differences.

That's well explained.

But don't explain next time.

Everyone knows it's a misunderstanding, but it's enough to keep it to yourself. Even with a thin veil between you, you can still maintain a decent appearance.

Isn't it awkward and embarrassing to be so blunt and bring things out into the open?
This is not a romantic relationship between a couple.

The generational gap is obvious.

Lady Fujiwara's expression shifted rapidly, revealing a tantalizing mix of shame and indignation in a woman whose children were all of childbearing age.

But now that we're already on the pirate ship, are we going to jump ship now?

When you can't take it anymore, think about those 100 tons of gold.

"call--"

She took a deep breath, the sound of which was clearly audible.
"It's okay. Once you go bankrupt, you can become an adult film star. With your looks, you should be able to find a market."

Jiang Chen smiled wryly, responding calmly. As he sipped his tea, he said:

"Madam is joking. I wonder if you have ever watched adult films? For male adult film stars, the most important thing is not their appearance, but their character."

Lady Fujiwara's breathing suddenly became rapid and shallow, her chest heaving violently, and she looked as if she might overturn the table at any moment.

But there's no need to worry. Someone tried it a few days ago, and even a strong, young man like him couldn't lift it, let alone a mature woman who has lived in seclusion for a long time.

If it were an ordinary woman, she would definitely have reached her breaking point at this moment and would have to endure it no longer. Even if she couldn't overturn the table, she would have slammed her hand on it and waved her finger, saying, "Get out of here!" But there are no ordinary people living in this house.

"It seems you read this often. I didn't expect you to have so much leisure time amidst your busy schedule."

It may not have been very friendly, but the exchange continued in a peaceful atmosphere.

The fact that they didn't fall out is probably due more to cultural differences than to Lady Fujiwara's magnanimity.

In China, where Confucianism has a deep influence, watching adult films is a shameful thing that needs to be done secretly. However, in Japan, adult films are an industry, and a pillar industry at that. The level of tolerance and understanding of this in Japanese society is vastly different.

"Madam, you misunderstand. I rarely watch them."

Mr. Jiang seemed to gradually adapt and begin to conform to local customs, becoming surprisingly open and generous when discussing such topics, sharing his past with the other party.

"The last time was when I was studying, my roommate shared it with us."

have to.

The classic line is "I have a friend".

However, Mr. Jiang did not make friends out of thin air.

Although no names were mentioned, it was obvious who it referred to. If Young Master Luo were here, he would definitely be indignant and give a thumbs up: You are aloof and remarkable!
"School is a place to learn knowledge. Don't you feel ashamed?"

That's right.

It's a learning posture.

Just kidding.

"She's from Japan, so it's normal for her not to use the flat and retroflex consonants accurately." "Madam, you are mistaken."

Jiang Chen immediately stated in a serious tone: "Sex education is a very important part of education, but in this respect, China is severely lacking, while Japanese adult films, to some extent, fill this gap..."

How can this man talk so freely about such a topic?
"but."

Jiang Chen abruptly changed the subject, "Some of the specific themes are debatable, as they completely cross moral and ethical boundaries and could easily lead to negative consequences..."

theme?

What genre?
As a skilled conversationalist, Mrs. Fujiwara tensed her jaw muscles, initially reluctant to engage, yet unwilling to show weakness.

Damn pride.

"A bunch of nonsense."

She said coldly, "Our movies are for adults over eighteen. Adults have independent and well-developed moral compass and values. What negative influence could they possibly have? If that's the case, then all violent, criminal, and dark films and television shows should be banned. Does that mean there are no bad people in the world?"

Jiang Chen remained silent.

"When the heart is filthy, everything appears filthy. Textbooks are filled with truth, goodness, and beauty, so why are there still so many wicked people?"

Lady Fujiwara wrote it in one go, expressing her true feelings directly, probably because she felt good about it.

Comrade Jiang Chen did not argue, but took a sip of tea indifferently, "Hmm, what Madam said makes sense."

Seeing that the other party "backed down," Lady Fujiwara did not hold back despite being in the right. As a Japanese, it was only natural for her to defend her country.

The lady quickly calmed herself down and decided to stop while she was ahead. The two sat facing each other, sipping tea and sharing their thoughts.

"Miss."

Applause came from outside.

Then the back door was pushed open.

Fujiwara Reiki, having finished her inspection, walked in and found nothing unusual in the room. Indeed, there was nothing unusual, except that it seemed a bit quieter.

Drinking tea requires quiet.

In comparison, it would have been much better if things had been so noisy a few days ago.

"Walk slowly."

Lady Fujiwara had regained her composure and spoke up to remind her.

Fujiwara Reiki slowed her pace.

Jiang Chen turned around. "Did it go smoothly?"

"Everything is going smoothly. All indicators are normal, and the baby is very healthy."

Fujiwara Reiki smiled brightly, but deliberately kept the most crucial result a secret.

Mr. Jiang remained calm and composed, having prepared himself mentally for several days beforehand. He helped the pregnant woman sit down, while Mrs. Fujiwara, preoccupied with the outcome of the game, lost her composure.

"Boy or girl?"

The feeling of being cared for and noticed by everyone is truly blissful; it's perhaps one of the most wonderful experiences during the ten months of pregnancy.

"Take a guess."

Fujiwara Reiki did not want to meet their expectations so quickly.

People are happiest when they are closest to happiness. For example, Lunar New Year's Eve is often the happiest day of the New Year holiday, but by the time the real New Year arrives, that feeling of happiness tends to fade.

"My wife and I had already guessed it while you were still undergoing the examination."

Ok.

There's still a quiz with prizes.

"You guessed it?"

Fujiwara Reiki tilted her head, completely disregarding her mother's presence, and stood very close to the man, almost cuddling him, her voice so sweet it was almost cloying, "Your guess is a boy or a girl?"

"The girl the lady guessed."

Jiang Chen answered.

Upon hearing this, Fujiwara Reiki's reaction was strange, appearing both happy and resentful.

"No, guess again."

"That won't do."

"Why not? Guess again!"

They even started flirting.

Human joys and sorrows are indeed not shared.

At this moment, Lady Fujiwara was completely disoriented and absent-minded, hardly resembling a newly appointed grandmother; she was more like a walking corpse.

Jiang Chen noticed the lady's condition and winked at Fujiwara Reiki.

Fujiwara Reiki looked at her mother, quickly noticing her unusual expression, and asked in confusion, "Mother, what's wrong?"

"The lady is thinking about something."

Fujiwara Reiki tilted her head. "What are you thinking about?"

Jiang Chen didn't say anything.

What else could it be? What kind of dance should I dance? Jazz, Latin, cha-cha, or waltz?

How about we do a Yangko dance?

It will definitely have a unique flavor.

Ok.

Mr. Jiang's thoughts are so pure, but his wife is different. There's a saying in China that goes, "You won't shed tears until you see the coffin." Even though she sensed the outcome, Mrs. Fujiwara was unwilling to accept her fate—no, she was unwilling to admit defeat.

"Boy or girl?"

Lady Fujiwara mechanically repeats the same thing.

Fujiwara Reiki pursed her lips, no longer keeping her in suspense, and suddenly broke into a beautiful smile.
"Mother, you're going to have a grandson!"

grandson.

Lady Fujiwara, who was also deeply influenced by the patriarchal ideology, did not dance around. Instead, she sat there, motionless, like a nun in meditation.

Could it be...?

Is her luck really that bad?
A 50% win rate is not low, but the dice did not land on her side.

"Mother, are you unhappy?"

Lady Fujiwara's reaction affected Fujiwara Reiki, whose smile faded slightly.

Comrade Jiang Chen, equally emotionally turbulent, stepped forward with a sense of responsibility, saying, "Madam is just a little too competitive."

"puff."

Fujiwara Reiki was amused again. "Mother, if you guessed wrong, you guessed wrong. Why are you taking it so seriously?"

"Does the lady know why she lost?"

Jiang Chen looked at Lady Fujiwara calmly, without any arrogance after his victory.

Why did we lose?

How dare you ask such a question.

report.

Someone's cheating!
Unfortunately, Lady Fujiwara remained unaware of what was happening and stared at him silently.

Jiang Chen raised his hand and made a smile gesture near his mouth.
"Girls who smile a lot are usually lucky."

"Cuckoo~"

Fujiwara Reiki was overjoyed and leaned against the man, unaware of how gloomy her mother's mood was at that moment, rubbing salt into the wound. She echoed, "Yes, Mother, Jiang Sang is right. Smiling does indeed bring good luck."

Just like her.

She loves to laugh.

and so.

She is pregnant with a boy.

Actually, she was more nervous than ever before during the checkup because the baby in her belly was a huge concern, as it could determine all her future plans. When the results came out, she almost jumped up.

Her feelings are correct.

All of this is fate's arrangement.

"How could Jiang Sang have guessed it was a boy?"

Fujiwara Reiki, who was pressed against him, looked up.

"Because I had a dream yesterday that I was watching a street performance."

What kind of performance?

"A man was playing a flute, and snakes crawled out of their cages and danced to his music."

"What does this have to do with boys?"

"In Chinese culture, dreaming of snakes means that you are very likely to have a son."

"absurd!"

Before Fujiwara Reiki could speak, she heard a reprimand. Turning her head, she saw her mother's face was ashen.

To avoid any misunderstanding from the man, Fujiwara Reiki immediately whispered an explanation, "My mother's zodiac sign is the snake."