I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2737 - 1700: Prejudices in People’s Hearts Are Like a Mountain

"I thought you all went back to rest... seems like you’re in good health."

Instead of getting angry, Lan’s mother, upon seeing the father and son glaring at each other, hurried over with a smile on her face.

But the atmosphere showed no signs of relaxing.

Not to mention the Martial Saint, staring at the expressionless Blood Guanyin walking in, Jiang Chen, the instigator, was on edge, as if facing a formidable enemy.

Seeing his wife and daughter arriving, Wu Guangjiang’s expression also changed. Just because some things weren’t done didn’t mean he wouldn’t feel guilty.

The air suddenly grew silent.

A pin drop could be heard.

The father and son’s conflict dissolved in an instant, but the smell of gunpowder in the room grew even more intense.

"Knock knock knock—"

The sound of knocking was heard.

Since Lan Peizhi hadn’t closed the door after coming in, two waiters entered after the knock.

One carried a bowl of longevity noodles, and the other carried utensils.

"Happy Birthday."

After placing the noodles and utensils, the two waiters bowed and retreated, closing the door with a creak.

Truth be told.

He was actually a bit hungry.

But contemplating whether a year from now this day would be his death anniversary, how could he dare to eat, so he instinctively looked up at Jiang Chen.

At a dead end, people tend to place their hopes on the person they rely on the most.

And he indeed had worked miracles many times before.

This time as well.

He wasn’t going down without a fight.

He didn’t panic or scramble. For the uninvited arrival of the mother and daughter, he smiled, took a deep breath, and calmly extended an invitation.

"Aunty, you came at the right time, have a taste of the Martial Saint’s longevity noodles."

He organized and distributed the utensils.

"Jiang, you two have sobered up?"

Lan’s mother asked, seemingly unaware of what had occurred.

"It’s been a while."

Wu Guangjiang dismissively waved his hand and then actually went to take the chopsticks, intending to eat the noodles.

This left the Martial Saint deeply shocked.

Such terrifying composure, was this really the Wu Guangjiang he knew?

"Ju, Honghong, come, let me serve you first."

Jiang Chen slightly relaxed, thankful that this time the opposite party stepped up and did not leave him to face it alone. Yet when he looked at Lan Peizhi, who was motionless and emanated an invisible chill, Jiang Chen still felt a heavy heart.

Alcohol really does mess things up!

If completely sober, Wu Guangjiang would never have the chance to pull off such a bold move.

"I need to use the bathroom."

The Martial Saint clutched his stomach, seemingly in urgent need, but actually planning to escape.

"There’s a bathroom inside."

A calm voice sounded.

Lan Peizhi didn’t make the same mistake as someone else.

As the owner of Qinyuan, she certainly knew whether there was a bathroom in the private room.

The Martial Saint stood there, stuck and indecisive.

"Sheng’er, don’t worry, it’s just listening to a play, it’s no big deal."

A mother knows her son best.

Lan’s mother surely noticed her son’s inner fear.

"That’s right. It’s just listening to a play. Truly deserves to be East Sea, Ju, you can appreciate it too, much better than the makeshift troupes in our village."

At this moment, none seemed more at ease than Wu Guangjiang, as he handed the freshly served noodles to his wife while speaking.

"You really know how to make a comparison. The environment here can’t be compared."

Lan’s mother laughed, and Jiang Chen wondered if there was a hidden meaning in her smile, but ultimately, she just took the noodles and didn’t hit Wu Guangjiang over the head with it.

In all fairness.

Jiang Chen started to slightly admire this man, who was despised by his son and ignored by his daughter, for his skills in managing his wife.

Of course.

It was mostly because of personality reasons.

"Why are you here?"

Wu Guangjiang casually followed up.

"Honghong said you were here."

Could it be those stinky Taoists really can use spells?

Secretly tongue-tied, Wu Guangjiang continued to inquire, "How did Honghong know?"

"This place is run by Honghong, so how do you think she knows?"

Lan’s mother lowered her voice, "Aren’t you embarrassed, daring to perform here, aren’t you afraid of others laughing at you?"

Wu Guangjiang shuddered, and the chopsticks in his hand fell straight into the noodle bowl, "What did you say? This place is run by Honghong?"

"Yes."

Lan’s mother seemed puzzled, "Didn’t Jiang tell you?"

Wu Guangjiang immediately looked at Jiang Chen.

Jiang Chen also looked at him.

Their eyes met.

As if a thousand emotions were intertwined.

"...Jiang, you’re not being straightforward."

"I mentioned it earlier, but perhaps Uncle didn’t hear it, Martial Saint can vouch for me."

Jiang Chen quickly clarified to prevent the other from misunderstanding that he had deliberately set a trap.

But Wu Guangjiang would hardly listen.

He raised a finger pointing at Jiang Chen.

"Fortunately... otherwise, I’d really fall into your trap."

Got to admit.

Regarding this guy, the Martial Saint’s perception changed, yet denying accountability wasn’t a feasible escape route.

Catching adultery requires catching them in the act.

Even if the police arrest people, they need to catch them red-handed. If it were somewhere else, sticking to your story might have worked, but my sister is the owner here!

Trying to bluff past her, isn’t that a fool’s dream?

"Sis, maybe I’ll take Mom to the hotel first to rest..."

The Martial Saint no longer mentioned going to the bathroom, a light bulb moment produced a better strategy.

Obviously.

The big sis had spared their mother the truth to spare her feelings.

"I’ll escort you."

Jiang Chen lightly coughed, quickly followed up.

The Martial Saint looked at him.

He looked at the Martial Saint.

As brothers, naturally, they should face it together, how can he be left behind?

"Since we’re all here, there’s no rush. We must eat the longevity noodles, no wasting them."

Lan’s mother indeed didn’t know, otherwise, no matter how honest and decent, knowing her husband was frequenting brothels, hiring escorts, she couldn’t possibly remain indifferent, much less be in the mood to eat noodles.

"Mom, let’s go first, back to the hotel, I’ll order another bowl for you, or even make it myself."

Ignoring his mother’s will, the Martial Saint walked over, grabbed his mother’s hand, intending to drag her away, almost wanting to carry her out, just lacking calling his buddy to help.