629: 517 I’ll eat two, and the rest are all yours.
629: 517 I’ll eat two, and the rest are all yours.
Watching his awkward attempt to act grown-up, Jiang Chen was flooded with mixed emotions.
“Aren’t you afraid the teachers at school will find out?”
“Who dares to control ?”
This kid, with his arrogant deanor, clearly ruled the school like a little overlord.
“Do you know that I and the principal are sworn brothers?”
He began to promote his grandiose image to Jiang Chen.
Jiang Chen smiled without a word.
“What’s the matter, you don’t believe ?
If you don’t, go to my school soday.
I’ll introduce you to so girls, loads of them.”
The young man gestured thumbs-up to himself, full of gusto.
The Tibetan Mastiff beside him lounged lazily, no longer baring its teeth at Jiang Chen.
Jiang Chen didn’t think he was bragging.
Anyone with such a formidable sister would probably act no differently.
“Dating anyone?”
Jiang Chen asked casually, engaging as an equal.
“Date my ass.
Do you think those girls deserve ?
I like won like my sister; they have charm.”
This brash youngster had grand, albeit distant, ideals.
It’s just that one couldn’t help but wonder what Lan Peizhi would think if she heard this.
“Why are you laughing?”
Seeing Jiang Chen standing there with a silly smile, Martial Saint looked sharp and displeased.
“Nothing, it’s just that I think won like Miss Lan probably won’t fall for soone like you.”
Jiang Chen spoke smoothly.
He too had passed through this age and had gone through a rebellious phase, so he knew all too well that with a kid this age, it’s better to approach them differently than to sermonize.
As expected.
The kid’s expression changed, he pursed his lips, and without saying anything, wastefully tossed the mostly unused cigarette to the ground, crushing it with his foot.
After all, he didn’t really know how to smoke; it was all for show.
“What’s your relationship with my sister?”
He asked Jiang Chen.
“Friends.”
“Bullshit.”
Martial Saint said scornfully: “Don’t treat like a kid, tell the truth.”
You are just a child.
Jiang Chen smiled, “It’s the truth, otherwise, why don’t you ask Miss Lan?”
The kid suddenly dropped the subject.
It was obvious.
Despite his defiance and bluster, he was quite in awe of Lan Peizhi.
“What do you do for a living?”
He quickly changed the topic.
“Investnt.”
“So you’re rich?”
Jiang Chen’s eyebrows knit together as he smiled, “You could say that.”
“Show-off.”
The kid said, “Don’t think you’re so great just because you’re wealthy, my sister is very rich too.”
He’s still just a child after all.
Jiang Chen’s smile grew even more fragrant.
But, through his conversation with the kid, it seed that he might not know exactly what his sister did.
“Martial Saint!”
The robust yell of Lan Peizhi’s father ca through.
“Coming!”
He responded and then kicked the Tibetan Mastiff beside him, “Gou Dan, let’s go.”
Gou Dan?
Jiang Chen was taken aback, watching a boy and his dog pass by before laughing and shaking his head, then followed them.
“Your sister finally cos ho, yet you’re out running around instead of spending ti with her.”
At the entrance of the foreign-style house, Lan’s father reproached, “Are you afraid your sister will find out about the trouble you’re causing at school?”
“Wu Guangjiang, keep it down!”
The kid actually called his own father by his na.
“If I get another call from your school, don’t expect to step foot in this house again!”
Lan’s father spoke sternly.
But the kid didn’t flinch, nonchalantly pursing his lips.
He clearly regarded his father’s words as nothing more than wind by his ear and entered the house as if it were nothing.
Lan’s father showed a hint of helplessness.
Jiang Chen silently drew closer.
“Xiao Jiang.”
Lan’s father gave him an embarrassed smile.
Jiang Chen tactfully pretended not to have heard anything.
Having a son late in life, he was undoubtedly treasured like a rare gem, and given the boy’s character, it was evident how much he was indulged.
But this was soone else’s family matter, and Jiang Chen certainly wouldn’t ddle without reason.
After greeting everyone, he and Mr.
Lan entered the house together.
“Sis, Chen Bro just told he’s really loaded now, all the furniture in his house is made of gold…”
As soon as he stepped through the door, he saw the boy already sidling up to Lan Peizhi, spouting all sorts of nonsense.
Jiang Chen’s face twitched involuntarily.
“How are your studies?”
Lan Peizhi calmly inquired.
“Do I even need to say it?
If I hadn’t had a stomachache during the math exam and only had ti for the fill-in-the-blank questions, I would definitely have been in the top ten of the class.”
Looking at the boy who spoke so confidently, Jiang Chen was utterly amazed.
Indeed, the new waves of the Yangtze River push forward the old waves.
The top ten of the class?
More like the bottom ten, right?
In terms of thick skin, he felt sowhat inferior.
Lan Peizhi turned to look at Mr.
Lan.
The boy kept winking at his dad as if his eyelids were having spasms.
Mr.
Lan’s smile was stiff as he nodded, actually going along with his son’s cover-up.
“Sis, don’t worry, I definitely won’t let you down!”
The boy’s words were emphatic, and he had perfected the art of deceit at such a young age; with such talent, he truly could be considered gifted!
Perhaps feeling a bit parched, he picked up an orange from the fruit plate and began to peel it, popping it into his mouth.
“Martial Saint, do you have any manners?”
Mr.
Lan chided, trying to sound stern or rather, pretending to have authority he didn’t possess.
The boy looked at Jiang Chen, “I’ll just eat two, and leave the rest for you.”
In that mont, Jiang Chen began to doubt whether the boy was truly as ignorant as he seed or playing the fool to conceal his shrewdness.
I’ll go buy so oranges, don’t go away—what the father said to his son in “The Back View”.
I will only eat two, and leave the rest for you—what the grandfather said to his grandson in “Cal Xiangzi”.
You should eat two and use the orange peels to make so tea.
That will be good for you—what the great-grandfather said to his great-grandson in “Four Generations Living Together”.
Clearly lacking such cultural literacy, Mr.
Lan went over, grabbed an orange, and handed it to Jiang Chen, “Grown on our own tree, very sweet, try it.”
“Thank you, uncle.”
“Co, go back to your room and do your howork.”
Mr.
Lan took his son away, clearly intending to give him a good talking-to.
Jiang Chen sat down next to Lan Peizhi and began peeling the orange.
“He’s been spoiled, don’t take it to heart.”
Jiang Chen was caught off-guard, then pleasantly surprised, and then he laughed it off indifferently, “It’s fine, kids at this age are all like that, I wasn’t any better at that ti.”
After speaking, he broke off half the orange and, mustering his courage, offered it to Lan Peizhi.
To his surprise, she actually accepted it.
Jiang Chen popped a slice of the orange into his mouth, and indeed, it tasted quite good, quite refreshing.
“It’s okay to be mischievous, but Martial Saint is too young to smoke.”
Lan Peizhi looked askance.
eting her gaze, which wasn’t as intimidating under these circumstances, Jiang Chen said in bewildernt, “Ms.
Lan, didn’t you know?”
“I just went out and saw him hiding and sneaking a smoke.”
Jiang Chen felt that, although he understood, it was still his duty to inform.
Only then could he ensure she had a complete picture of childhood.
Lan Peizhi didn’t say anything, leisurely placing half of the orange into her mouth.
True beauty lies in the bone, not the skin.
Such a simple scene was enough to captivate anyone present.
This feeling was like being surprised to find that even a fairy has to go to the bathroom.
For the first ti, Jiang Chen felt that this legendary woman, famous throughout the world, was also a living, breathing person.
After a brief mont of distraction, Jiang Chen did not avert his gaze.
This was an attempt, as well as a test.
Lan Peizhi was truly exceptional, ignoring the probing gaze beside her without overreacting, and simply asked, “Are you not planning to leave tonight?”
“Auntie has already tidied up the room for , I really…”
This reason.
Was quite sufficient indeed.
Lan Peizhi didn’t send him away.
Jiang Chen felt relieved, knowing he wouldn’t end up in the embarrassing predicant of being holess tonight.
While eating the orange, he allowed his gaze to wander just enough before he continued to survey the lavish house that was way above the average rural living standards.
So far, he realized that Lan Peizhi’s parents seed like very ordinary rural folks.
So how was Lan Peizhi brought up?
To have risen from such a starting point to the heights of the “Blood Guanyin”.
It was nothing short of legendary.
Not to ntion anything else.
Just the na “Lan Peizhi”, with Mr.
and Mrs.
Lan’s level of education, they probably wouldn’t have been able to co up with it, right?
Jiang Chen’s thoughts wandered as doubts swirled in his mind.
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