I Inherited 5,000 Years of Family Property

Cook's hand froze in place.

Valued at 12 million US dollars, a rare blood diamond nearly 4 carats in weight, turned into so-called "chips" in Zhang Menglong's mouth? There's boasting, but not like this.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Cook, diamonds of this size are merely what my household servants use, or perhaps embellishments on other pieces of jewelry. Every pendant my girlfriend wears is carefully selected and designed, and diamonds smaller than 10 carats are not worthy of gracing her neck," said Zhang Menglong.

"Menglong!" Lu Yiyao glared at him.

Although he spoke the truth, putting it this way was somewhat disrespectful. At Zhang Menglong's side, Lu Yiyao's status was akin to that of a matron.

Initially, Lu Yiyao was quite uncomfortable with this. Such jewelry was heavy, expensive, and only matched with low-cut gowns, hardly everyday wear.

Every time she accompanied Zhang Menglong to slightly formal gatherings, she had to choose from hundreds of necklaces. For her, a 10-carat diamond was merely the entry point; actual jewelry pieces almost always exceeded 20 carats unless the color was exceptionally rare.

As for 4 to 5-carat diamonds, they were barely suitable for her earrings.

Zhang Menglong's arm wrapped over Lu Yiyao's shoulder, "Yiyi, even for the sake of appearances, we shouldn't have to settle, right?"

His tone was calm, without any pretense—because this was a fact!

Cook, however, felt embarrassed. He had hoped that this gift would somewhat ease their strained relationship, but instead, it was summarily rejected.

And what's this about 'settling'? This isn't some cheap necklace costing 9.9 with free shipping on Taobao, this is a diamond necklace worth 12 million US dollars! If this is what settling is, he'd willingly 'settle' a hundred, no, a hundred and eighty times a day.

How did a fine young man come to possess such a mouth?

"Menglong! Mr. Cook meant well, isn't this quite impolite?" Lu Yiyao took over the necklace.

"Miss Lu truly is a lady of refined upbringing, generous and proper in her actions and demeanor. Molina, you should learn from Eastern etiquette." Seeing that Lu Yiyao gave him a way out, Cook's expression eased slightly.

Although Zhang Menglong was no good, his girlfriend was indeed sensible.

Cook was feeling grateful when Lu Yiyao spoke again.

"I may not need this, but I could give it to my sisters!"

"That's not enough," said Zhang Menglong bluntly, "you've got so many sisters, and there's only one necklace. Don't you need to treat everyone equally? Otherwise, some get it and what about the feelings of the others?"

"That's true. I will just gift it to the cleaning lady at home then, I recall she has a daughter."

"Yes, let's do that!"

...

The couple had clearly decided what to do with the necklace right in front of Cook.

He had hoped the gift would curry favor with Lu Yiyao and perhaps flatter Zhang Menglong, but instead, he ended up slapping his own face.

If you're going to regift something meant for you to someone else, at least have the discussion privately! Having it right in front of me is like slapping me in the face, isn't it?

Cook had felt grateful to Lu Yiyao just moments ago, but now it seemed he was too hasty with his gratitude. The couple were two peas in a pod: both devils in their own right.

"Mr. Cook, I tend to be quite straightforward when I speak, which often offends people, but what bad intentions could I, Zhang Menglong, possibly have? Right?" he said.

"Hahaha, indeed, even in our Western countries there are many as frank as Mr. Zhang," Cook said with a forced smile, even as he cursed Zhang Menglong's entire family registry in his mind.

Is this what you call straightforward? If you can't speak properly, then shut up. You know you're going to offend people, so why the hell do you still talk? If it weren't for your wealth, wouldn't you have been beaten to death for your arrogance by now?

"Mr. Zhang, let's not stand around here. I've arranged for lunch, the freshest seafood meal; let's talk over food," said Cook.

"Alright!" Zhang Menglong laughed. "Then we'll be imposing on your hospitality."

"What are you doing?" Zhang Menglong was about to leave, but Wang Cai actually hugged his leg in a very human-like manner.

"What's wrong with Mr. Zhang?" Cook turned and asked.

"No idea," Zhang Menglong shook his head. "Our Wang Cai doesn't seem very willing to let me go."

Cook looked down at Wang Cai, having never seen such a special dog before.

"Hahaha, Mr. Zhang, your dog is really funny."

"Woof woof woof!" Suddenly, Wang Cai barked at Cook without warning, frightening him so much he almost fell to the ground.

For some reason, even though it was clearly a Husky, it gave him the illusion that there was a lion lying in front of him.

"My apologies, Mr. Cook. Our Wang Cai scared you," Zhang Menglong said with no sign of apology on his face. "Wang Cai hates it when people call him a dog. I forgot to warn you, my mistake."

At Super God Academy, Wang Cai was simply the darling of all the students. He was intelligent and stronger than any student, truly like a big brother. Zhang Menglong even granted him the title of Ritian Sect's Divine Beast Guardian. Now, Wang Cai has become so arrogant he refuses to acknowledge himself as a dog.

"It's quite rare to see such a spiritually aware... animal," said Cook, impressed. "Mr. Zhang, you're unique and so is your dog. We also have a lot of animals at home, all of them with top-level racing bloodlines. I'll show you later."

"Mr. Cook, this little guy seems angry!" Zhang Menglong spread his hands helplessly. Wang Cai was now in a big mood, and sometimes even Zhang Menglong's Lu Yiyao couldn't calm him down.

It was now lying on the ground, making a rumbling sound in its throat, clearly angry.

If Zhang Menglong hadn't warned him not to misbehave in advance, Cook might have been knocked to the ground by Wang Cai, and he might have even ended up covered in dog urine.

"Hahaha, that's easy to deal with, just give him some good food," a housekeeper from the manor called out, immediately running out with an exquisite bag. She placed a pure silver dog bowl inlaid with diamonds on the ground and poured a full bowl."

"This dog food is custom-made. It's made from the finest ingredients and costs about 300 US dollars per pound. It's not only nutritious but tastes great, too. Your pet will definitely love it."

But Wang Cai was ungrateful and kicked the bowl over with his foot, scattering the expensive dog food all over the ground. The bowl also crashed to one side with a "duang" noise.

A Divine Beast Guardian of the Ritian Sect being fed dog food? Wasn't that treating him like just any other dog?

"Mr. Zhang, this..." All the dogs in Cook's family were fed this kind of dog food. What kind of dog would refuse such luxurious dog food?

"My apologies, Mr. Cook. Our Wang Cai never eats dog food."

"He doesn't eat dog food? Then what does he eat?"

"For instance, A5 Kobe beef steaks, blue lobsters from France, Almas caviar, and Screaming Eagle Cabernet Sauvignon wine."

Cook's mouth twitched. These were some of the world's most top-tier ingredients. Even he couldn't eat so lavishly all the time. Was this still a dog? It was eating better than 99% of the people in the world.

"Huh? What did you say?" Zhang Menglong leaned down, pressing his ear to Wang Cai's mouth.

"Oh, you're saying if there's no foie gras from France, American black truffle chocolate ice cream, and Antarctic krill you won't get up?"

"What? You want a large portion?"

Zhang Menglong stood up again. "That, Mr. Cook, you heard it yourself. He's got a bit of a temper, and I can't control him anymore."

Cook hid his hands behind his back, then clenched his fists tightly.

Is this really a dog raised by humans? It must be a monster, right? And today, did this dog come here to pull a fast one on him?