Especially in a system like Washington State, which is steeped in traditional values, pursuing free love is a luxury.
"Did I ever say that Fusheng is my son?" Li Donglai asked in surprise.
"Isn't that so?"
Shen Jun was taken aback.
"I would like to have a son like that."
Li Donglai shook his head slightly, as if drinking alone, and then downed another cup.
"Judging from your tone, is this my fault?"
Gong Jing, standing to the side, smiled faintly.
"That's not true."
Li Donglai was incredibly clear-headed.
He Zhongting gave Li Donglai a strange look.
At that moment, he felt a sense of kinship with Li Donglai.
It seems that the gap between me and Li Donglai isn't as big as I imagined.
“Fusheng is indeed not our son.”
Upon hearing Gong Jing's confirmation, Shen Jun believed it.
At this moment, Shen Jun felt it was a pity.
The idea of a marriage alliance has faded considerably.
No matter how talented Fusheng is, it's meaningless if she doesn't have a family background that she values.
Not everyone can simply stand there and be considered a member of a wealthy family.
The more powerful a family is, the more they care about social status when it comes to marriage.
In her view, strong alliances are the way for large families to survive.
"Actually, my son is quite good too."
How does it compare to a fleeting life?
Li Donglai remained silent.
Gong Jing remained silent.
Shen Jun knew the answer and asked no further questions.
"Let's try a different approach. I do have a use for the land in Cuizhu Mountain."
"Can."
"However, I have two requests."
"Speaking."
Shen Jun held up one finger: "The land on Cuizhu Mountain will be jointly developed by the Shen family and the Li family."
Li Donglai's eyes flickered slightly, and he nodded: "Okay."
"The second requirement is that Fusheng must be able to choose one of the four arts of music, chess, calligraphy, and painting, and surpass Xihua (a type of painting)."
This request made Li Donglai's expression turn somewhat unpleasant.
"Why can't it be poetry, lyrics, and songs?"
Poetry, lyrics, and songs?
Shen Jun raised an eyebrow slightly. "Do you think I'm stupid?"
Even if He Zhongting and Wen Qingsong joined forces, they wouldn't dare say they could win against Fusheng in terms of poetry and prose.
"Nothing to discuss?"
"There's no room for negotiation."
Li Donglai rubbed his chin.
He knew something about Lin Rui in terms of calligraphy and painting.
They have the ability, but their chances of winning are hard to say.
Shenxi's calligraphy is a continuation of He Zhongting's style.
His painting style is a continuation of Shen Jun's.
Everyone in Washington knows these two; they are masters of their craft.
Lin Rui has no advantage in calligraphy and painting.
As for playing chess, Li Donglai didn't even consider it.
Lin Rui's intermittent natural dazedness has even been passed on to his own son. With his brain malfunctioning from time to time, it's better for him to surrender than play chess.
As for the zither.
Li Donglai's eyes lit up, and he tentatively asked, "A piano?"
"Li Donglai!"
"Don't go too far!"
"If you're not sincere, then let's not talk!"
Shen Jun immediately lost his temper.
piano?
How could you even think of that!
This is Washington State, not Xia State. You dare to play the piano with me?
That thing was brought in from outside the region!
Furthermore, who doesn't know that Fusheng is the first piano master in the history of Xiazhou?
"My husband likes to joke, don't take it seriously."
Seeing that the atmosphere was getting tense, Gong Jing stepped in as a peacemaker.
"Give me a word, whether it's okay or not, don't waste each other's time."
“Alright, I will invite Fusheng here right away.”
Li Donglai made the decision.
At this moment, he could only hope that Lin Rui had some knowledge of the guqin.
After all, when it comes to music, this kid really can't be judged by conventional standards.
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