I have ten trillion licking dog gold

The restaurant, which can accommodate 20 people for a private banquet, only had three people seated today. There were more maids serving them than diners. The long table was made of Brazilian ebony and paired with gilded dining chairs. The ceiling was decorated with gold leaf murals, and the corners were adorned with antique clocks and blue and white porcelain ornaments. Chinese and Western tableware and crystal glasses complemented each other, creating a luxurious yet substantial and elegant atmosphere. Perhaps this is the difference between the nouveau riche and the upper class.

How's your alcohol tolerance?

Although it wasn't a lively scene, it was clear that Fourth Wife was very happy. The setting sun couldn't penetrate the room, so it was probably the lighting that made her face look radiant, as if she had a filter on.

This Portuguese manor has probably not had any guests in a long time.

"good."

Looking at the endless stream of various delicacies being served on the table, someone spoke the truth.

"How good is 'good'? The liquor here is all very strong."

Look at how others talk.

She's even funnier than a young girl.

Jiang Chen wasn't a big drinker, but there were some occasions where it wasn't appropriate not to have a couple of drinks, like now.

"If Fourth Aunt can drink, then I can drink too."

He replied in the same joking tone.

Fourth Madam smiled with narrowed eyes, her delicate eyebrows appearing even more refined. "Alright."

She instructed the nanny, "Go to the wine cellar and get that bottle... never mind, I'll go myself."

"You guys eat first."

Fourth Wife got up again, continuing to create space for the two young people.

"almost."

After Fourth Aunt left, looking at the increasingly full ebony dining table, Jiang Chen said softly, "So many dishes, three people can't finish them in a week."

"If we can't finish it, we'll send it to an orphanage."

He Yihui described it lightly.

Jiang Chen raised an eyebrow, his attitude suddenly changing 180 degrees, "Do you eat so well at your orphanage in Haojiang?"

"It's not usually this good. But you're here now, aren't you?"

"..."

Jiang Chen smiled and said, "Then it seems I've done a good deed."

Although Fourth Aunt said to eat first, Jiang Chen definitely wouldn't touch his chopsticks; that's basic etiquette.

"Doghead, are you sure you don't need me to pay it back?"

He asked in a low voice, while at the same time staring at a pretty nanny across from him, making her feel embarrassed and lower her head.

"Then should I return what you gave me?"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Chen couldn't help but subconsciously think about what gifts he had given the other party, but before he could come up with anything, Fourth Aunt had already returned.

"This bottle of wine has been stored in the cellar for more than ten years."

The man's alcohol tolerance was indeed not outstanding, but he was still confident compared to the woman, especially seeing that she was holding a bottle of red wine.

The nanny stepped forward and accepted the wine with both hands.

Fourth Wife sat down again. "This wine seems to be a unique piece, it's been discontinued for a long time. I only have one bottle of it. I wouldn't be willing to take it out for anyone else."

"Then Fourth Aunt, put it back. Just have some Coke."

Fourth Madam immediately glared at him, exuding charm, "How can that be? We can't let outsiders say that I've neglected our distinguished guest."

"This wine is good, but don't overindulge, or you'll get drunk."

wine?

Drunk?

Are you kidding me?

Perhaps due to a lack of cultural foundation, after all, he is a first-generation entrepreneur. Jiang Chen has always felt that red wine is something women drink, similar to a beverage, and cannot be compared with Chinese baijiu at all. This view has not changed to this day.

Therefore, he didn't take the fourth wife's friendly reminder to heart at all.

"Fourth Wife should take care of herself first."

Yeah.

Good intentions are wasted.

Fourth Wife snorted, no longer wasting her breath, and gracefully picked up the chopsticks made of deep-sea seashells. "Let's eat."

Not long after.

Three crystal-clear stemmed glasses were placed in turn beside Fourth Wife, He Yihui, and Boss Jiang, who was visiting. The liquid in the glasses was dark and alluring, exuding a precious luster.

Jiang Chen was about to raise his glass in appreciation of such hospitality when Fourth Aunt said, "No rush, let's eat some dishes first. Try our most authentic braised pig's head meat from Haojiang. This chef comes from a family of chefs, and the tradition has been passed down for three generations."

After saying that, Fourth Wife even offered to help pick up some food for her.

While teaching by example is the best way to educate, shouldn't we also maintain a certain balance?
"Mommy, let me do it."

So He Yihui took action and placed a piece of pig's head meat in someone's bowl first.

Tsk.

This is an imperial-level experience.

Fourth Aunt put down her chopsticks, smiling broadly, looking like she thought, "That's more like it." Her gratified gaze shifted from her daughter to someone else, saying, "Just treat yourself at home, don't be shy."

Is Jiang Chen a polite person?

Naturally not.

Moreover, it was obvious that he was unusually relaxed today, having dealt with so many elders before, as evidenced by his words and actions.

the reason is simple.

The He family is no ordinary family; their situation is almost unique even on a national scale.

Therefore, in front of the fourth wife, he did not need to hide or disguise himself and could be his complete self.

"To be honest, although this is my first time here, I really feel at home."

And so, without a care in the world, someone began to express their feelings.

What is the feeling of home?

Relax.

It allows you to shed all pretense and defenses.

Fourth Wife was taken aback and failed to catch up with the performance.

He Yihui almost couldn't hold back either. She pursed her lips and controlled herself for a while before saying, "Eat your food."

Jiang Chen obediently ate the pig's head meat, and then praised it highly.

Fourth Wife's lips curled up, and a smile reappeared. Suddenly, she put down her chopsticks and said, "I've also prepared a gift for you."

Jiang Chen was surprised and looked at the other person with He Yihui, wondering what surprise Fourth Aunt had prepared.

"Bring it here."

A nanny walked over with a wooden jewelry box in her hands and her head down. Fourth Wife reached out and took it, then touched it gently, as if she were treating a lover rather than an object.

A few seconds later.

She opened the box.

Inside lay a black jade thumb ring.

Its color is rich, pure, and understated; its texture is smooth and lustrous; its shape is simple and upright, without any complicated patterns; it exudes a calm and dignified aura.

"Mommy..."

He Yihui called out unconsciously, as if she had thought of something.

"These are Huihui's father's belongings."

"..."

Even though he already had some guesses based on his appearance, Jiang Chen's eyelids still twitched when he heard Fourth Aunt's introduction.

"Sorry."

Realizing her description was somewhat inappropriate, Fourth Wife quickly corrected herself: "What I meant was, this was left behind by her father."

Is there a difference?

Isn't this... the same thing?

"This black jade thumb ring was something her father loved when he was alive, and he kept it with me after he fell ill..."

Jiang Chen couldn't stand it anymore and quickly interrupted, "This is too precious, Fourth Madam, I can't accept this gift."

It's not a matter of good or bad luck.

How much does it cost to send a bouquet of flowers?
"Besides, this belongs to Mr. He, how could I possibly wear it?"

"Why can't I wear it?"

Fourth Wife looked over, her face serious: "On the contrary, I think only you in the world deserve to wear it."

“You just won over Zhong Xiaoye, and like her father, you are now the ruler of Haojiang. Giving you this ring is the most appropriate thing to do. If her father were alive, he would definitely agree.”

Boss Jiang opened his mouth but had nothing to say. He could only make small movements under the table, nudging the leg of the person next to him with his own.

How can the flowers bring back the spirit?

It was obvious that she gave the gift without consulting her mother, and her mother gave the gift without consulting her in advance.

She understood her mother's good intentions, but giving away her father's belongings... "I don't agree."

"Snap," the chopsticks were placed on the table.

Why do you disagree?

According to Fourth Wife.

“Those are Daddy’s things, Mommy has no right to give them away.”

"The dog's head is your daddy's too, why did you give it away?"

“It’s different. The dog head was a gift from Daddy, and this thumb ring is just something Daddy left here for Mommy to keep.”

"Okay."

Fourth Aunt's face darkened with displeasure. "Mommy doesn't care about you, but you're already trying to control her. Does this mean we'll have to cater to your every whim from now on?"

He Yihui remained unmoved and refused to budge, saying, "He's not Daddy."

The mother and daughter were instantly at loggerheads, their gazes meeting as if sparks were about to fly, and the air seemed thick with the smell of gunpowder.

"Fourth wife."

Jiang Chen knew he had to step in.

The fourth wife shifted her focus.

"Let me see the thumb ring."

Fourth Wife's anger had not subsided, and her face remained stern, but she still instructed the nanny, "Take it to Mr. Jiang."

The black jade thumb ring, along with its box, was presented to Boss Jiang.

Perhaps some people are uninhibited and even covetous, but Mr. Jiang still has some reservations about the deceased's belongings.

The atmosphere had reached such a point that a direct refusal was definitely not an option, so he reached out and took the ring out of the box, then tried it on.

as predicted.

"It's grown up."

That's right.

After the jade thumb ring was slipped onto his thumb, it visibly grew larger. Someone's fingers were very thin, even somewhat feminine. Fang Qing and Ai Qian had both made similar jokes, saying that he was born with hands for holding a pen and couldn't do dirty or tiring work.

After trying it on, Jiang Chen removed the ring and put it back in the box.

Facts speak louder than words.

They can't wear them, we can't force them to wear them, can we?
"Ugh."

Fourth Wife sighed softly, then smiled bitterly, "Every time I see this ring, I always think of you. I lock it up, but I can't help but take it out. Giving it away would have been the end of it, but I didn't expect it to be inappropriate."

"Mr. Ho only had one wife. The deep affection between the fourth wife and the gambling king is truly touching."

Jiang Chen finally had a chance to raise his wine glass. "Thank you for your kindness, Fourth Madam. Please take back this thumb ring."

"Never mind."

Fourth Wife nodded.

The nanny closed the box and retrieved the thumb ring.

"It was my oversight. Let me think about it some more..."

"If Fourth Madam is being so polite, I won't dare to come next time."

Jiang Chen said quickly.

He believed that the gambling king must have had more than one item, and that as long as he used his brain, he would eventually find a suitable one.

"We can't let you go back empty-handed."

This custom exists in Shacheng.

Even when Li Shurui went to the Fang family, she received a red envelope of 10,000 yuan. But are the customs in Haojiang the same as those in Shacheng?
"It's okay to go empty-handed, just don't go on an empty stomach."

Someone once again saved the situation with humor, and the atmosphere instantly eased as Fourth Aunt chuckled.

She gracefully picked up her wine glass. "Her daddy isn't as humorous and witty as you."

Not right.

Why do we always compare him to the gambling king?
"Cheers."

Fourth Aunt smiled.

"Cheers."

Jiang Chen took a small sip and put down the wine glass.

The atmosphere became much more harmonious afterward, with conversations revolving around amusing anecdotes from each other's lives. Before they knew it, the second glass of red wine was empty.

at this time.

The arrogant person began to sense that something was wrong.

"I think I'm a little drunk."

He spoke quietly to the person next to him without leaving a trace.

He Yihui looked over immediately, remaining silent, but her eyes said it all.

real or fake?

Are you alright?

Jiang Chen asked.

"fine."

He Yihui answered, while at the same time scanning him up and down, clearly trying to guess what kind of humorous trick he was playing.

But that's not humor at all.

Jiang Chen really felt his consciousness starting to dissipate, and he felt like his soul was leaving his body. The dizziness was like waves crashing on the shore, one after another, attacking the top of his head. In order to resist, he could only bite his tongue lightly and raise his left hand to hold onto the table.

You've been bragging too much.

Is red wine really that potent?

However, He Yihui and even the fourth wife drank a similar amount, and apart from their skin becoming a little pinker, they did not have any other abnormal reactions.

Jiang Chen took a deep breath, trying to regulate his emotions, but with little success.

"You don't drink?"

He Yihui noticed that his condition did seem off.

"Yes. But this liquor is really strong."

Don't say it is unpredictable.

It was only then that he realized the good intentions behind his earlier reminder.

He Yihui was puzzled.

How come she doesn't feel anything at all?

"what happened?"

Fourth Aunt wasn't blind. She could see that the man was sitting there stiffly, like a corpse, propped up on the table, not moving at all, not eating. There was nothing unusual about him.

"I'm going to the restroom."

No, the onslaught was getting stronger and stronger. Jiang Chen forced himself to hold onto the last bit of clarity and planned to go to the bathroom to wash his face, using external stimulation to resist the effects of alcohol. He then got up, pretending to be calm.

"Take Mr. Jiang to the restroom."

The Fourth Madam gave the instructions.

A nanny stepped forward respectfully, "Mr. Jiang, please come with me."

The mother and daughter watched them go, probably both feeling quite puzzled.

There is truly no one in the world who can truly empathize. How could they possibly understand the inner turmoil someone was going through at that moment? In just a few short steps, his mind was in turmoil, his vision was becoming increasingly blurred, and before he even left the restaurant, he could no longer see the back of the nanny's head.

then.

There was a loud thud.

Complete shutdown.

He Yihui was taken aback.

The person was seen staggering, as if their bones had been removed. They were walking along when they suddenly stopped and then collapsed limply to the ground. To the uninitiated, they would look like a paper doll or a performance artist.

"Mr. Jiang!"

The nanny panicked and hurriedly squatted down to help him up, but she couldn't lift him up by herself.

The nearby nannies rushed to help.

two.

Three.

Even though the nannies were exhausted and their faces were red, someone still lay on the ground in a contorted position, completely still.

As it turns out, a truly drunk person is like a dead pig, so heavy that a normal person can't do anything about it.

The fourth wife, with her graceful demeanor and composure, picked up a napkin and slowly wiped her mouth.

"Sigh, I told you long ago, don't overindulge in alcohol." (End of Chapter)