I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2067 - 1336: Standing Beside the Sun

As time slowly passed, Li Xuejing's feelings began to settle down. She had brushed away the tears from her delicate features, yet her complexion stayed wan and drained, appearing weary and colorless.

Zhu Xuan sat beside her on the couch, while Boss Jiang moved aside to prevent any further upset.

All the drapes in the flat were pulled shut, blocking out the light completely, though the sun outside must have started dipping toward the horizon.

"Xuejing, what kind of food do you normally have?"

Li Xuejing couldn't venture outside at all. Plenty of folks were likely searching for her right now, and given her fragile mindset, she probably couldn't handle the public's stares.

At times, simply continuing to live demands far greater bravery than ending it all.

Why do so many women who suffer assault decide to suffer quietly?

Because stepping forward to reveal it and demand justice also forces them to lay bare their raw injuries under the harsh light for all to judge.

And since people's natures are so intricate, no one can predict how the crowd will react or interpret things.

Particularly as a celebrity like her.

She would face scrutiny from the masses that's infinitely harsher than what regular people endure.

"Someone brings meals here on a regular basis."

"Xuejing, would you like me to keep you company?"

Zhu Xuan gazed at her with genuine concern.

Li Xuejing appeared quite drawn to the idea, but she shook her head resolutely after a pause, "No, you can't remain here."

Zhu Xuan understood that her friend didn't wish to drag her into this, so she reassured her, "It's fine, nobody knows. And anyway, I'm not scared of them."

"Zhu Xuan, you have no idea how ruthless they can be. You mustn't let them find out you're aiding me..."

Li Xuejing's sentence trailed off abruptly.

"I understand."

"Xuejing, do you realize why I left Korea back then?"

Li Xuejing's tone carried tension as she eyed her companion's composed expression.

"Back then, they tried to make me entertain guests too—it was oppa who rescued me. If not..."

Zhu Xuan let out a soft breath, "I probably wouldn't have been as strong as you. I might not have held on this long."

"Why didn't you ever mention it to me?"

Li Xuejing murmured, her mind foggy and adrift.

"It's nothing to boast about. And earlier, you kept it from me as well."

"I didn't want...to burden you."

Li Xuejing's words faded to a whisper.

What's the point in voicing it—nobody could truly help her. The only reason she contacted Zhu Xuan in the end was a desperate grasp at any hope.

At the very least, if she passed away, someone would learn the truth of what occurred.

"Xuejing, we need to hold firm. The fault lies with those evildoers, not us, so there's no reason to cower or tremble. Villains don't flinch at our sorrow, but they dread us rising up, unveiling their ugly realities, and dragging their wicked deeds into the open. Don't fear lacking strength—remember that old Shen Zhou proverb: a single spark can ignite a vast wildfire!"

Zhu Xuan's tone rang with warmth and strength, momentarily captivating Li Xuejing.

"Zhu Xuan, you've changed from how you used to be."

"Because I've learned that not every nation operates like ours. This isn't right—it's a sickness! Xuejing, we have to summon our bravery. If nobody stands against it, the shadows will only deepen, never lifting."

Li Xuejing's eyes glazed over, but eventually, she gave a quiet nod.

"Zhu Xuan, you're correct. In the end, it's merely confronting death—if it stirs up chaos for those scum, it's worthwhile."

A spark of resolve ignited within her.

Still, her outlook carried a hint of despair.

That made sense, though.

She was merely a minor star, pitted against the might of national tycoons and officials.

"Once you've mustered the guts to confront it head-on and braced your mind, nobody can endanger you."

All at once, Jiang Chen, who had lingered quietly in the background, broke his silence, drawing the eyes of both Zhu Xuan and Li Xuejing.

"You can't escape rumors. If staying in Korea feels unbearable, countless other nations await around the globe."

Boss Jiang went on.

"If she doesn't get it, explain in her language."

Her days as an idol were surely over.

Yet transitioning to a normal life was feasible—relocate to fresh surroundings, blend in, adopt a new identity, or simply let years erode the past and rebuild from scratch.

"Li Xuejing—that's only your performer name, isn't it?"

Li Xuejing pressed her lips together, fixing her gaze on Boss Jiang without a word, perhaps questioning his capacity to help.

That reaction was fair.

Boss Jiang's statement sounded rather bold.

A lowly performer challenging powerful elites and influencers would need to ready herself for ruin first.

This wasn't about mutual destruction.

It was more akin to an insect challenging a giant oak or a insect blocking a charging wagon.

A foolish overreach, worthy of ridicule.

Yet also a bold overreach, deserving respect.

"Xuejing, oppa is my superior."

Here, Zhu Xuan disclosed Boss Jiang's role—or at least one facet of his status.

But that sufficed.

Li Xuejing's eyes widened a touch; she had guessed he wasn't ordinary—after all, a commoner couldn't just enter this place—but she never imagined him as Zhu Xuan's influential leader in Shen Zhou.

He seemed far too youthful.

Heads of entertainment firms were typically grizzled veterans in their fifties or sixties.

"Greetings."

Reflexively, Li Xuejing rose to her feet, her voice adopting a polite formality.

Jiang Chen waved her down with a smile, "Should you ever wish to relocate to Shen Zhou, I extend a warm invitation on behalf of the nation."

Li Xuejing probably hadn't met such an approachable high-profile person before, leaving her somewhat flustered.

"Please, sit."

Zhu Xuan guided her back to the seat, "Oppa means it, Xuejing. Once this blows over, you can head to Shen Zhou, leave the old pains behind, and embrace a fresh start. You'll adore it there, I promise."