I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2692 - 1672: Fill the Glass to the Brim (2)

Meng Meiling nodded.

"Your taste in men is quite decent."

Shi Qianxi chuckled.

"Mom, are you complimenting me or mocking me?"

Meng Meiling remained silent.

Shi Qianxi, holding her mom’s arm, leaned even closer, "My good taste is inherited from your virtues."

Or not.

Is she complimenting her mom or mocking her?

"Your taste is better than mine."

"Don’t say that. Mom, look, you’ve been divorced for so long, yet Dad is still alone. What does that say? Mom, Dad is just proud, like all men, with a stubborn mouth."

Shi Qianxi got more into it, "I think you should just remarry, there’s no time like the present, two blessings at once."

What a case of two blessings at once.

Fortunately, Meng Meiling is a Buddhist, and has a calm disposition, otherwise with a short-tempered mom, she’d surely get a kick.

"You understand joy in a unique way."

Shi Qianxi laughed, playfully shaking her mother’s arm.

"Mom～"

Mother and daughter walked downstairs.

Someone stood up immediately upon hearing the noise, respectfully.

"Aunt Meng."

Shi Qianxi glanced at the opened jar of yellow wine on the coffee table.

"How much did you drink?"

Jiang Chen felt embarrassed.

This lady always misses the point.

"Not much."

Indeed, not much.

Just about three or four cups.

This mild yellow wine, a normal person can handle three or four pounds without issue,

He only drank three or four cups, definitely not enough to be fully entertained, but should be warmed up.

"Good enthusiasm."

Meng Meiling said.

Jiang Chen, who started drinking yellow wine upon arriving as a guest, smiled politely.

"Sit."

Guest and host sat down.

"I’ve heard from Qianxi about your situation; do you have anything to add?"

What is extraordinary?

A simple opening line demonstrates skill.

Even though he was prepared, Jiang Chen still found it difficult to handle and glanced at Shi Qianxi.

He had no idea how she communicated with her parents, but at this point, he could only say, "No, nothing."

"Really nothing?"

Meng Meiling confirmed.

Possibly due to the yellow wine, Jiang Chen felt like he might start sweating.

She’s not following the expected rules.

Shouldn’t these conversations wait until seated at the table?

"My mom is asking you, speak up."

Jiang Chen collected himself, "Perhaps we wait for Uncle Shi to come down..."

This request is very reasonable.

Having both parents present would certainly be more fitting, avoiding the hassle of addressing them separately.

"You’re saying I don’t have the authority."

Jiang Chen quickly said, "No, Aunt Meng, don’t misunderstand me. I didn’t mean that."

Given her level of composure, portraying a young lad’s demeanor testifies to her character.

Of course.

Not ruling out some theatrics.

But so what if it’s an act?

Even if it’s acting, it means there’s enough respect.

Leaving aside the difference in status, her daughter is completely mesmerized, with no bargaining chips in hand — if this were a business negotiation, one would not even qualify for the table.

"I have no objections."

Meng Meiling’s calm words fell abruptly into the conversation, as if pressing the pause button on time, making the atmosphere go quiet instantly.

This was unexpected for Jiang Chen.

He hasn’t started exerting effort, and one of the gatekeepers has willingly stepped aside.

"What her father thinks, I don’t know and it’s irrelevant to me, but what I promised you before, I won’t break my word."

Meng Meiling stated her reasoning.

So that’s how it is.

How does the saying go?

Do good without asking for return.

Jiang Chen’s lips moved, eventually forming a complicated smile.

"Aunt Meng is truly a person of integrity."

"When doing business, the most important thing is to have a contract spirit. Since you keep your promises, I definitely won’t go back on my word."

What is real independence in a woman?

This Hostess of Jinhai is a prime example.

Never anyone’s appendage, even when her husband was gravely injured and the group was in turmoil, and her daughter wasn’t yet capable, she could boldly stand up to steer the course.

Jiang Chen still remembers the three rules laid down back at Hospital 301 in Kyoto.

"Aunt Meng, this isn’t a business deal."

Comrade Jiang Chen is brave; at this point not immediately thanking her, but correcting her terminology instead.

Meng Meiling scrutinized him.

"But don’t worry, Aunt Meng, my promise is always valid, Jinhai will always bear the Shi name."

Jiang Chen spoke again.

A hint of a smile finally crept onto Meng Meiling’s lips, "Of course, you won’t be getting married, so there’s no talk of property disputes."

Shi Qianxi felt "shy," coyly saying: "Mom～"

Jiang Chen rubbed his nose.

Surprised?

Not really.

It’s too soon to be happy about this.

Even if you haven’t tasted pork, you’ve seen pigs running.

Similar scenarios repeatedly unfold in those soap operas, usually at such moments, parents have a clear division of roles, one plays the good cop, the other the bad cop.

And now the good cop has already appeared.

The bad cop is surely about ready.

Jiang Chen subtly glanced toward the stairs.

No appearance yet.

Is he thinking of giving him a hard time?

His relationship with him is more cordial than with Meng Meiling — can he really bring himself to do it?

"When is Uncle Shi coming down?"

"No rush. When it’s time for him to come down, Dad will naturally come down." Shi Qianxi said, "Have a drink."

More drinks?

Jiang Chen glared at her angrily.

Shi Qianxi ignored it, asking the maid for another cup, pleased with her mother letting it go. Her mood seemed good as she said to Jiang Chen, "I’ll drink with you."

She picked up the wine jar, poured two full cups, and surprisingly started celebrating in front of Meng Meiling.

"Here."

She handed over a cup.

Jiang Chen couldn’t refuse even if he wanted to.

"Cheers."

Shi Qianxi raised her glass, nodded her fair chin, and in a gesture of defiance to masculinity, gulped it all down, licked her lips after finishing.

"The taste is quite nice. You drink up. Don’t worry, plenty for everyone."

Jiang Chen had no choice but to drink it down as well, gulping, the warmth from the stomach spread to his chest, coursing through his limbs, warming him more.

Shi Qianxi continued pouring.

No idea if it was some sort of test, Jiang Chen dared not decline, eventually coming to terms.

It’s not much stronger than a soft drink, just taking it as a body warmer to boost courage.

"Aunt Meng, do you drink?"

He asked Meng Meiling.

"My mom doesn’t drink alcohol."

Jiang Chen "Hmm" in acknowledgment, grabbed the cup Shi Qianxi slid over, tilted his head back, experiencing an air similar to that of Wu Song bravely crossing Jingyang Ridge, in a bold and grand manner, drank it all in a single gulp.

"Impressive!"

Shi Qianxi acted as the morale booster, providing emotional support.

Altogether, Jiang Chen drank about a half kilo, wiped the corner of his mouth.

Yellow wine.

The taste similar to rice wine.

Only about twenty degrees.

But when it comes to alcohol.

Is alcohol content important?

Mood plays a bigger role.

Starting to feel hot all over, someone began to feel like the god Marquis Erlang of the Human World, full of courage.

Drinking a few more cups, he wouldn’t even fear a hint of intimidation.

"Want more?"

Shi Qianxi asked considerately.

The enthusiastic Jiang Chen nodded silently.

Meaning fill it up!

"There’s another guest."

Quietly observing, Meng Meiling suddenly made a remark.

Unaware, Jiang Chen was surprised and puzzled.

"Another... guest?"

"It’s fine. Won’t affect anything."

Shi Qianxi nonchalantly assured, "It’s someone you know, anyway."

Jiang Chen was even more baffled.

Wasn’t today supposed to be a "family meal?"

Why invite someone else?

And he knows them?

"Who?"

He asked tentatively.

"Lan Peizhi."

Meng Meiling explained simply.

Jiang Chen’s pupils contracted sharply, and then his brain felt like it was lit with firecrackers, crackling and popping; despite having over a kilo of yellow wine and being in a mansion with a Five Constant System, sweat suddenly seeped on his back.

Yeah.

Cold sweat.