I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2791 - 1734: Geese, Geese, Geese

Walking into the foyer, Jiang Chen glanced toward the dining room and quickly spotted an unfamiliar middle-aged couple.

The girl’s features took after her dad—for example, those big dark bright eyes—but her figure leaned more toward her mom.

Pei Ning and her husband naturally noticed someone coming downstairs and stood up in unison.

Business is business.

He’s their niece’s boss, after all; they couldn’t lose their composure or forget their manners.

"This is Duoduo’s aunt, Pei Ning, and this is her uncle, Luo Binwang."

Li Wanrong, who was leading the way, did the introductions.

A handsome man and a beautiful woman, huh.

To be honest, at first glance Pei Ning was already very satisfied with this man’s looks and temperament. As her niece’s boss, his status and position didn’t even need to be considered. She’d only been worried he might be some kind of "ugly troll," but it turned out she’d been fretting for nothing.

No wonder her sister-in-law had been so blunt between the lines.

With how good her niece looks, yet standing beside him there wasn’t the slightest feeling of a flower stuck in a cow pat; instead it all felt very natural, harmonious, like it was just meant to be.

A perfect son-in-law riding a dragon, for sure.

Pei Ning put on the elegant smile she’d rehearsed in her mind countless times and was just about to greet him—but she was a beat too late.

"Auntie, Uncle."

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Yep.

Five ellipses.

The crow from last night was back again, flapping its wings in flocks over the dining room.

Even Pei Yunxi froze for a second.

Pei Ning and her husband’s expressions went stiff.

What a waste of feelings.

All that mental preparation, for nothing.

Who knew he’d just lay all his cards on the table right off the bat.

"What are you yelling that for!"

She was clearly supposed to be playing the cool-and-distant persona, but in the end it just wasn’t happening—not that it was Pei Yunxi’s fault. The fact she didn’t lift her foot to kick him already counted as restraint.

The weird thing was—

The person who should’ve spoken up most, Li Wanrong, actually kept quiet, saying nothing.

"It’s fine, it’s fine, it’s just a form of address, call us whatever you like."

Pei Ning’s smile returned, sounding all easygoing, but the lines she’d prepared got stuck in her throat the moment he opened his mouth.

Their niece was already calling them aunt and uncle.

If she went back to calling him "Mr. Jiang," wouldn’t that feel a bit too distant?

"Sorry, slip of the tongue. Aunt Pei, Uncle Luo, I’m Jiang Chen, Yun Xi’s friend, and also her partner in business."

Under Pei Yunxi’s razor-sharp gaze, Comrade Jiang Chen, whose opening line had just nearly thunderstruck everyone, made a swift correction.

"Aren’t you also Li’er’s upperclassman?" Pei Ning teased.

Before meeting him, she’d worried about how to interact, but it turned out to be surprisingly relaxed. There was no sense of distance or barrier created by social status at all.

This is what you call knowing how to deal with people.

No wonder he wasn’t the least bit nervous.

Handling this kind of situation, this guy really was a pro.

"Li’er has mentioned me to you?"

Pei Ning replied with no wariness whatsoever, "Of course. Li’er said you take really good care of her."

Right.

Complete nonsense.

No, correction.

Pure politeness.

Fact was, Pei Yunxi’s judgment was spot on: Luo Li’er hadn’t mentioned his existence to her parents at all, so for the time being he didn’t need to worry about the worst possible scenario.

Ugh.

They’d just been busy making out just now.

How to deal with that girl—seemed they hadn’t managed to come up with a plan yet.

Too late to fix it now anyway.

"Sit down first, the dishes are getting cold."

Pei Linhan called out.

Hosts and guests took their seats, and the young couple, quite naturally, sat together. There was no need for Pei Linhan or Li Wanrong to fish for topics; compared to Pei Ning and her husband, Boss Jiang acted far less like an outsider. He looked over at Luo Binwang.

"To be honest, Uncle Luo, when I was a kid my dream was to be a poet."

As he spoke, he started reciting.

"Goose, goose, goose,

With curved necks you sing to the sky.

White feathers float on green water,

Red webbed feet stirring clear waves."

"Pfft—"

Pei Linhan, who’d been about to drink his porridge, couldn’t hold it in.

Pei Ning was stunned all over again.

Luo Binwang also drifted off for a moment.

Seriously?

Is this what big shots are like?

"Shut up already!!"

She’d just sat down, hadn’t even had time to get her emotions under control yet, and he had to strike while the iron was hot and drop a bomb on her. Pei Yunxi completely lost it; her voice was so sharp that Pei Ning and her husband had never heard anything like it from her before.

The guy shut up instantly.

The mood was... just the tiniest bit awkward.

Li Wanrong gave a little cough. "Was ’Goose, Goose, Goose’ written by Luo Binwang?"

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"Yes, ’Ode to the Goose’ is one of Luo Binwang’s representative works, but I actually prefer his ’Song of the Imperial Capital.’"

Luo Binwang spoke up, easing the awkward atmosphere.

Pei Linhan wiped his mouth and looked at the guy being bossed around by his daughter. "Jiang, can you still recite it?"

Jiang Chen shook his head.

"That long poem didn’t make it into the textbooks—you have to study it outside of class," Luo Binwang said solemnly.

Hearing that, Jiang Chen immediately understood: it wasn’t just his cultivated air, the man had a scholar’s bones too.

Pei Ning secretly nudged her husband’s arm, reminding him not to go off on tangents—what kind of occasion was this, this wasn’t a seminar on poetry.

"King Bin is a proper university graduate; we can’t compare,"

Li Wanrong said, clearly mainly for Jiang Chen’s ears.

Unlike nowadays when college students are as common as stray dogs and mostly exist to keep the universities and the shops around them in business, college students of the last century really did live up to the title "pride of heaven."

"I can tell."

Jiang Chen nodded. "Uncle Luo looks like a real man of letters at a glance."

Luo Binwang smiled. "Actually, when I was a kid, my dream was also to be a poet."

"Pfft."

This time even Li Wanrong couldn’t help herself. After laughing out loud, she awkwardly covered her mouth.

Boss Jiang had just been bullshitting for fun, but this man was different—eight or nine times out of ten, he was speaking from the heart.

And there he went again.

Forgot his stunning girlfriend’s warning the second he opened his mouth, and started talking without thinking.

"So why didn’t you stick to your dream, Uncle Luo?"