I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2074: 1339: Some People Are Only Meant to Live in Memories (Part 2)

Yet, even with their concern and anxiety, there's nothing they can do to alter the situation.

“See you tomorrow.”

Zhu Xuan gave a wave and exited the practice room, her form slowly vanishing from sight.

“Junxiang, it looks like Zhu Xuan xi is pulling away from you a little.”

Once Zhu Xuan was out of view, a member of FOX joked with a sly grin.

“Women are like that—they chase the fresh and discard the familiar.”

The moment Zhu Xuan departed, the expressions on the FOX members' faces shifted abruptly.

“Any leads on Xuejing’s location?”

Captain Park Taeyang’s eyes, etched with deep lines, flashed a menacing spark, his gaze turning icy and more threatening than ever.

“She won’t talk.”

“That kid Li Xuejing is bold enough to defy the company—she’s asking for trouble. Junxiang, you’re not saying you can’t deal with something this minor, are you?”

“If you’re so skilled, track her down yourself.”

Liu Junxiang shot back in annoyance.

“Enough with the bickering.”

Captain Park Taeyang stated: “We have to locate Li Xuejing, both for the company’s sake and our own—she knows far too many secrets. The one who finds her will earn major credit with the company.”

The FOX members’ faces grew somber.

“Junxiang, the company believes Zhu Xuan knows something, and they think highly of you—don’t let them down.”

Meeting Captain Park Taeyang’s stare, Liu Junxiang nodded with a heavy expression.

“I’ll do what I can, Taeyang ge.”

Stepping outside MS Company, the nanny van waited right at the entrance.

Since this was an impromptu event, agent Xia Wanqing hadn’t shown up, but CX Entertainment handled everything else efficiently.

In the end, CX isn’t merely a Shen Zhou outfit; it wields considerable power in Korea, at least.

The assistant opened the vehicle door for her.

Once inside, Zhu Xuan set the nanny van in motion.

Zhu Xuan handled the wipe-down herself with a moist cloth on her face, refusing the assistant’s help—sweat had left her skin tacky, and no woman enjoys that sensation.

“Miss Jin, you put in a tough effort today.”

The voice emerged unexpectedly from up front.

It caught Zhu Xuan off guard; she peered closely, her eyes widening in astonishment.

“Mr. Xu, what brings you here?”

Indeed.

Xu Kuan occupied the front seat.

“Seoul’s been risky lately, so I’m here to ensure Miss Jin’s protection.”

True enough.

Given his position as a major player in Seoul’s underworld, showing up personally as a guard seemed excessive.

Why not dispatch some bodyguards instead?

Apparently, though Zhu Xuan hadn’t turned it down, that planned dinner might prove difficult to arrange.

“I couldn’t possibly impose on Mr. Xu like this.”

Zhu Xuan felt both honored and a touch uneasy.

Xu Kuan caught her reaction in the rearview mirror and nodded quietly.

Prudent and grounded in her origins.

A truly precious trait.

Just as Mr. Jiang had described.

The treatments at Lanxin’s wellness center are, naturally, proper and above board.

However, once the doors shut behind them, any private deals about the services remain hidden from the outside.

“It’s no imposition—I was free anyway.”

Xu Kuan replied amiably, brushing it off, though Zhu Xuan grasped the gesture’s weight.

“Did… Mr. Jiang send Mr. Xu over?”

She ventured carefully.

Mr. Jiang hadn’t ordered it outright, but if such a task needed his direct say-so, they might as well end it all themselves.

As for his personal involvement.

It signaled a stance.

To Zhu Xuan’s question, Xu Kuan offered no reply, letting a subtle quiet hang.

He avoided idle chatter, and whatever Miss Jin inferred, she couldn’t blame him for that, right?

The nanny van came to a halt.

A line of Seoul police blocked the path ahead.

An officer approached.

Xu Kuan lowered the window.

“Road’s closed temporarily up ahead—use a different route.”

Xu Kuan acknowledged with a nod, skipping any questions.

Why bother inquiring?

With medical workers striking and marching in protest, the story had blown up not just in Korea but worldwide via news outlets.

The nanny van made a U-turn.

Xu Kuan raised the window.

“Miss Jin, looks like we’re rerouting.”

“Mm.”

Zhu Xuan nodded, getting it, then inquired: “Is it due to the doctors’ protests?”

“Likely. Miss Jin caught the news, didn’t she?”

“I did.”

Zhu Xuan paused briefly, then couldn’t resist: “Still, boosting medical school spots and growing the doctor count seems positive. It would lighten their workload and improve access to healthcare.”

“Miss Jin’s point is spot on, but the doctors view it differently. They resent how, after enduring grueling paths to elite status, their prestige and perks are suddenly diluted, shared with newcomers. Would they accept that quietly?”

Zhu Xuan wasn’t some sheltered innocent, particularly after navigating Korea’s cutthroat entertainment scene—she related to the doctors’ perspective all too well.

“Doctors exist to save lives, don’t they? A dip in earnings wouldn’t dent their upscale lifestyles.”

“Human nature tends toward self-interest. For plenty of folks, even while savoring Kobe beef, they’d hoard the kimchi rather than share.”

Xu Kuan knew Korea inside out, grasping local ways keenly, and to Koreans, Kobe beef screams luxury, while invoking kimchi felt a tad off.

Kimchi stands as Korea’s pride, a staple gifted abroad to dignitaries, yet Zhu Xuan, after years in Shen Zhou and broader exposure, so…

At that, Xu Kuan sensed a twinge of awkwardness.

“Miss Jin, has anyone quizzed you on Li Xuejing?”

Xu Kuan likely noticed his phrasing missed the mark and swiftly pivoted topics.

Zhu Xuan went quiet for a beat.

“If someone’s sought details from Miss Jin about Li Xuejing, I’d appreciate your honest account.”

“Liu Junxiang did.”

Zhu Xuan opted for candor.

Xu Kuan’s face stayed impassive.

“Liu Junxiang from MS’s FOX group?”

Impressive knowledge.

To recognize it so precisely.

Was this powerhouse a fan too?

“Yes.”

“I’ve heard Miss Jin and he go back to childhood?”

Ah, that explained it.

“Right, we shared a village growing up, been acquainted forever.”

“So Miss Jin and he share a close bond, then.”

Zhu Xuan said nothing.

Next, Xu Kuan retrieved a briefcase from somewhere, extracted a document, twisted back, and passed it to Zhu Xuan in the rear.

“Feel free to review this, Miss Jin.”

Zhu Xuan appeared confused, extended her hand to accept it, flipped it open, and drew out several photographs.

Spotting what the images showed, Zhu Xuan tightened her lips.

“Looks like Li Xuejing already tipped off Miss Jin.”

Xu Kuan remarked steadily: “These shots are genuine, untouched by edits—maybe not the Liu Junxiang Miss Jin remembers. As a celebrity, he exploited his idol image and popularity to entice fans, including minors.”

Zhu Xuan kept mute, flipping through the pictures steadily.

The central figure in the photos stood out sharply— the dashing, confident Liu Junxiang, exuding smug energy.

The women near him differed in looks.

Backgrounds glowed with neon, from clubs to hotel comings and goings.

“Can I hold onto these photos?”

“Afraid not, Miss Jin—to tell the truth, I acted without Mr. Jiang’s approval.”

If Li Xuejing’s claims were solo testimony, these now provided solid proof.

Still, confronting her old friend’s transformation head-on, Zhu Xuan simply returned the photos to the folder, composed and wordless, and gave it back.

“Thank you, Mr. Xu.”