Chapter 688 - 688 674 Its Still Too Early (1)_1

Chapter 688: 674, It’s Still Too Early (1)_1 Chapter 688: 674, It’s Still Too Early (1)_1 Black Jack’s handsome face darkened, he put down the chopsticks, lightly tapping the table with the tip of his finger.

He figured he had not seen these parasites for a while, they seemed more energetic than ever.

Jian Luo also lost his appetite. He glanced at Black Jack from the corner of his eye, a playful curve appearing on his thin lips.

“Black Jack, is there a fixed time for the elders’ meeting?”

Black Jack looked at him, a hint of icy aloofness melting in his gaze, “Whenever you like, we can arrange it.”

If he wanted to make a scene, so be it.

“…”

Aid looked at Black Jack’s loving smile, twitched the corners of his mouth a bit.

The crusty old fools at the elders’ meeting would probably croak if they heard his nonchalant attitude.

“Aren’t you afraid I’ll wear them out?” Jian Luo asked, teasing him.

Black Jack smirked, his laughter carrying a touch of wickedness, “As long as you’re happy, do as you please. If they drop dead, they can retire and enjoy their remaining years.”

Those old geezers. They really thought he couldn’t touch them any more.

Upon hearing this, Jian Luo chuckled, “Well, you said it.”

Black Jack nodded.

Leaning on his chin with the tip of his finger, he contemplated for a while, then said flatly, “Black Jack, gather the elders together tomorrow. I’d like to know exactly what they’re unhappy with.”

Towards the end, a chilling coldness flashed in his eyes.

“As you wish,” Black Jack casually agreed, gently running his fingers through Jian Luo’s soft hair.

With a knowing glance, Aid nodded, “Count, I’ll notify the elders right now.”

It seems, a bloodbath is on the horizon.

Black Jack waved his hand, and Aid tactfully left, not wanting to be a third wheel.

“Black Jack, have you settled on not wanting children?” Jian Luo asked nonchalantly, biting his chopstick.

During the elders meeting tomorrow, those old geezers will certainly make a fuss about Black Jack not having an heir. He didn’t mind not having a child; apart from himself, no one would pressure him. But Black Jack was different, he was carrying the weight for the entire Sophallo family.

Black Jack pinched his cheek, applying a little force. The jade-like skin soon flushed pink.

He frowned slightly, then caressed the reddening cheek, his magnetic voice slowly said, “Luo Xiaobai, didn’t I make myself clear to you? You’re more than enough for me. I haven’t given any thought to a second one.”

A warmth welled up in Jian Luo’s heart, he casually suggested while holding his fingers, “Shall we adopt one then?”

Black Jack shook his head, which made Jian Luo wonder, does he really not like children?

“Black Jack, do you truly hate children?”

Black Jack let out a helpless smile, “Didn’t we agree? Once Jian Qing’s child is born, we’ll treat them as our own. By then, I’ll give everything I have to our nephew.”

“How can you be so sure that my sister will give birth to a boy? Besides, if there’s only one son, that demon Quan Jingwu will surely hand JK International to his son, and Jian Family’s everything will also be given to the child. At that point, won’t our nephew be too overwhelmed?” Jian Luo already started fussing over his nephew, who is not even born yet.

Black Jack answered confidently, “Don’t worry, your sister will surely have more than one child.”

“How’d you know that? Are you a fortune teller?” Jian Luo curiously observed him.

Considering Quan Jingwu’s domineering attitude, he definitely wouldn’t let his sister have more children, in fear of them competing for his affection.

“If Jian Qing gives birth to a boy at first, Quan Jingwu might convince her to have another one in the hope of having a daughter. Then the two children, one can take over JK International, the other can inherit everything from Jian and Sophallo families. Sounds perfect.” Black Jack had thought it all through, even envisioning Jian Qing’s second child.

Jian Luo choked on his words, “Wouldn’t he get mad if he heard you had declared his darling daughter nonexistent?”

If Quan Jingwu heard this, he might pick a fight with him over his missing ‘cotton jacket’ – his daughter.

“How can you be so certain that her firstborn isn’t going to be a girl?”

Black Jack smirked, “Intuition.”

Jian Luo rolled his eyes at him. If he wanted to enjoy Quan Jingwu’s misery, he should say it outright, what lousy intuition.

A blatant lie.

“Do as you please tomorrow, I’ve got your back.” Black Jack gently touched his exquisite face, as if to indulge him greatly.

Jian Luo murmured an okay, a sly smile in his deep eyes.

The next day, the air was damp and cold.

Lately, the Elder Pavilion was anything but peaceful. Since Black Jack had brought Jian Luo back home, and the rumors of their marital certificate, the Elder Pavilion was boiling over with the news.

Even though in foreign countries, it wasn’t a strange thing for two men to love each other, but in the aristocratic family, such love was not recognized, as it involved too many aspects, and it was not merely a matter of two people.

Early in the morning, the Elder Pavilion was lively. Upon hearing that Black Jack wanted to hold an elder meeting, all the elders rushed over early.

However, despite their long wait, the two protagonists hadn’t showed up.

“Why hasn’t the count arrived? We’ve been waiting for nearly two hours now,” the Third Elder stood in the doorway, craning his neck to look out, but still couldn’t see their count.

“Could it be that we arrived too early?” the Fourth Elder said.

“It’s already ten o’clock. How could that be early?” the always emotional Sixth Elder said darkly.

Each of them could flaunt three generations over Black Jack yet here they were, hanging about in Elder Pavilion while he was nowhere to be found after two hours.

It was clear that he was ignoring them.

The Second Elder knocked on the table, admonishing, “Enough! This place needs to maintain its decorum. Don’t make a noise or argue. It won’t look good if the count arrives and hears you.”

Among the Elder Pavilion, apart from the Great Elder who had the highest authority, the Second Elder’s words carried the most weight.

As he spoke, the Sixth Elder bowed his head, falling silent.

Turning his gaze to the Great Elder, who appeared to be dozing, the Second Elder tested the waters, “Great Elder, you must have heard about Count’s certificate, right?”

After a few seconds of silence, the Great Elder slowly opened his eyes. His expression was calm, showing no signs of pleasure or displeasure, “Yes, I’ve heard. But let’s wait for the count to tell us whether it is true.”

The Second Elder sneered internally. What a cunning old fox!

The matter of Black Jack’s certificate was a done deal, yet he was still pulling the wool over his eyes.

“Great Elder, there’s no way we can doubt this. The Count is making a joke of himself,” the Sixth Elder could not help but add.