Chapter 2727 - 1694: The Wise Are the Teachers

Chapter 2727: Chapter 1694: The Wise Are the Teachers

Heroes are as plentiful as carp in the river, but those who know Lan Peizhi’s real name are as rare as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns, and those brave enough to call it out loud are one in countless thousands.

But Boss Jiang did it.

Why has he come this far? Isn’t it because he dares to do what others dare not, do what others don’t do?

Don’t mention the Martial Saint, even Father Lan and Lan’s mother were almost conquered by him, Wu Guangjiang’s eyes widened like copper bells.

When two people are together, there’s always a leader, for instance, who listens to whom. In the Wu Family, he is certainly the undisputed head of the household, his word is law, but when it comes to his daughter, Wu Guangjiang knows she’s different from her mother, definitely not the gentle and virtuous type.

That is to say.

Even if Jiang Chen is dating his daughter, in Wu Guangjiang’s eyes, he is certainly the subordinate, the exploited one. In modern youth parlance, what’s it called, a simp, right?

Anyway, there’s no dignity.

But that one call of "Honghong", like a bell in the morning or a drum in the evening, overturned his understanding, causing him to be stunned for a moment before Wu Guangjiang quickly glanced at his daughter, his large eyes filled with suspicion.

Could it be.

His daughter is that kind of personality.

Ferocious to outsiders, a single glare can scare someone to their core, but in a romantic relationship, she turns into a little kitten?

Yes.

This is called a contrast personality.

A voice not particularly loud, "Honghong," made the ears of the Wu Family buzz, leaving them dizzy, and as the one called, Lan Peizhi, for some reason, became like a soul wandering outside, fixed there, staring intently at someone getting braver and braver, without speaking, without expression.

Ah.

That suffocating feeling came back again.

Like a suffocating fish, the Martial Saint couldn’t help but take a deep breath, his admiration for someone reaching a peak while his heart leapt to his throat.

He worried that the table might fly up at the next second, even though this table was made of Huanghuali wood, solid in weight.

The table didn’t fly.

Not mentioning the brother’s birthday, nor the fact that the parents came to East Sea for the first time, as children, flipping the parents’ table can’t be described in terms of filial or not.

Lan Peizhi, although not highly educated, didn’t even finish nine years of compulsory education, but that doesn’t mean she lacks character.

Moreover, this is the basic bottom line of being human.

Perhaps.

A certain braggart is taking advantage of this?

"Honghong..."

Lan’s mother’s face suddenly changed.

She saw something.

Saw that her daughter actually stood up, and moreover, picked up that bottle of complimentary red wine from the restaurant, which was only half left.

"Step aside."

Lan Peizhi said to the Martial Saint, ignoring everything else.

Without a moment’s hesitation.

The Martial Saint almost "leaped" up, immediately making room, afraid that if he was slow, the bottle would hit his head.

The promise to face danger together?

Human nature really can’t stand the test.

Feasting and drinking, they’re best buddies, but when faced with a "choose one of two" situation, it’s definitely about survival of the fittest.

This kid has been deeply influenced by Daoist culture.

Is there still time to surrender now?

Seeing Lan Peizhi approaching, still holding a wine bottle, Comrade Jiang Chen, who thought she wouldn’t lose her temper in front of her parents, couldn’t help but feel uneasy.

While that bottle wouldn’t send him to the hospital, it would definitely be a terrible loss of face.

But if he backed down, the effect would be the same. In front of Father Lan and Lan’s mother, he wouldn’t be able to hold his head up, and the title of "submissive husband" would forever be branded into his character...

Yet.

Is being a submissive husband really shameful?

Not just in the Bashu Region, submissive husbands are everywhere, countless, and as they say:

"Those who cherish their wives prosper."

"Let’s talk it over peacefully..."

Boss Jiang didn’t choose to resist stiffly, knowing to yield when necessary, he lowered his voice, and softened his tone.

Lan Peizhi, having moved aside after driving away the Martial Saint, looked down from above, the wine bottle in her hand didn’t "bang" down on his head.

"Lift your glass."

Whew—

Jiang Chen secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Just as expected.

His judgment was correct.

The other side is still "reasonable and well-behaved."

"I’ll do it myself."

He didn’t stay seated, sensibly stood up, tried to take the bottle, but a glance from Lan Peizhi stopped him in his tracks.

Right.

Refusing a toast only to drink a forfeit?

"Well arranged."

After Mr. Jiang obediently picked up his glass, Lan Peizhi lifted her wrist, tilted the wine bottle, the mouth of the bottle rested against the rim of the glass, the red liquid flowing out, sliding along the glass wall, swaying and swirling.

Although the Martial Saint verbally took all the responsibility, it was obvious who was orchestrating behind the scenes.

"Fifteen is a threshold from adolescence to youth, not to mention it’s the first time for Uncle and Auntie to come to East Sea, so I thought of bringing them here."

Jiang Chen, knowing when to quit, began to reason sincerely, but this explanation seemed too perfunctory.

"Have you practiced that cultivation technique?"

Lan Peizhi’s hand was steady, the flow of wine into the glass was remarkably uniform, without a ripple.

Jiang Chen’s heart skipped a beat, an ominous premonition began to sprout and grow wildly.

Yes.

Executing first and reporting later is a privilege of royalty.

But you’re no eunuch.

"Bang!"

Just as the wineglass was about to be more than half-filled, the thick wine bottle suddenly shattered, the remaining wine splattered out, staining Jiang Chen’s clothes.

Wu Guangjiang trembled all over, wishing he could grab his chopsticks and bury his head in his food to show it had nothing to do with him.

Martial Saint was also flabbergasted, heart thumping, holding his breath involuntarily.

"Drip, drip, drip..."

The wine bottle shards fell on the table, on the carpet.

Sure enough.

Nothing good comes for free.

The quality was terrible.

"Jiang..."

Lan’s mother was stunned, then quickly stood up, but at a loss for what to do, she promptly pulled out a few tissues and handed them over, "Wipe yourself."

"Thank you, Auntie."

Jiang Chen calmly put down his glass, accepted the tissue, still courteous, not rushing to handle the stains on his clothes or even on his face, instead turned to look at Lan Peizhi, his gaze falling on her similarly wine-stained delicate hand.

"Are you okay?"

The Martial Saint was dumbstruck.

Perched like a startled bird, Wu Guangjiang raised his head uncontrollably, his mouth wide open, jaw almost hitting the table.

At this moment, Boss Jiang had clearly transformed into a top educator, as if saying to the Martial Saint: Watch closely, I only teach this once.

After astonishing everyone, his lesson was not over, he took the tissues handed by Lan’s mother with one hand, his other hand raised naturally and gently held that "dirty" hand, carefully wiping it clean.

Patting the tiger’s butt once without dying is called luck.

But to keep patting it without incident is definitely a skill.

"Amazing—" Wu Guangjiang murmured, his heartfelt words coming directly from his lungs, not just Martial Saint, but as a man, he felt his eyes were opened and profoundly inspired.

Age is nonsense.

There’s no order in learning; the learned is a teacher!