I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2076 - 1340: Merry Christmas, Please Vote for Me! (2)

Why allow others to stir up issues for him, huh?

Plus, he's hardly starting any trouble.

He's extending a helping hand to those in distress.

If you ignore your own pet, don't blame strangers for intervening, got it?

"The main entrance is out, we'll use the rear one."

A grin crossed Jiang Chen's face as he moved by Xing Jie.

Lihua Cave.

Stepping into the yard, Zhu Xuan caught sight of her grandmother eagerly standing beneath the porch overhang.

"Grandma."

She hurried forward, her hand grasped by the anxious old lady.

"My dear Zhu Xuan, you've returned at last."

"Grandma, I mentioned it earlier—I was practicing at MS Company, so I'd likely come home late."

"I remember, but with all those huge demonstrations raging outside and clashes breaking out, it's far too risky. Stay inside for the coming days."

The old woman appeared quite on edge, unnerved by the chaotic footage playing on the news.

It's odd when you consider it.

Media outlets and broadcasters face tight regulations, where even mildly touchy details must pass rigorous checks before airing.

Yet footage of troops and physicians clashing up close, something that ought to stay hidden, got shown live on air, revealing the raw chaos to everyone.

Almost like they're inviting total mayhem.

Someone in her seventies can't cope with shocks like that; she nearly believed Hancheng faced an enemy invasion once more.

"Grandma, everything's fine—I stick to side paths and steer clear of trouble spots."

"No way, you mustn't step out at all these days."

The old woman shook her head firmly, her stance unyielding.

Zhu Xuan gave a helpless smile, "Grandma, if you keep me cooped up, how will I handle rehearsals? Junxiang and I have a shared show coming up soon—what do I tell him if I skip?"

"He can figure it out on his own; nothing matters more than keeping my Zhu Xuan safe."

Touched yet frustrated, Zhu Xuan explained patiently, "Grandma, those doctors protesting—how does that affect us? They're challenging certain government plans. I trust it'll sort itself out quickly. Just because medics hit the streets, does that trap everyone indoors? If we all hide away, what about the rest? Folks still need jobs, kids need classes—should they quit too?"

"Doesn't matter to me—you're staying put."

The old woman dug in her heels stubbornly.

"Mom, Mom..."

Out of choices, Zhu Xuan called for backup.

Her mother emerged from the dwelling at the sound.

"Mom, reason with Grandma please—I can't hole up here."

Zhu Xuan pleaded right away.

Her mother caught on fast, "Mom, calm down; we'll discuss this gently."

"Seoul feels too perilous now—Zhu Xuan, heed your grandma and head straight back to Shen Zhou; it's much secure there."

The old woman's remark drew a wry chuckle from her daughter-in-law.

"Mom, you're overblowing it—things aren't that dire; this isn't warfare."

"Right, Grandma, normalcy will return shortly. We ought to trust our nation."

"If trust existed, we wouldn't be in this mess."

Sharp despite her years, the old woman declared, "Head to Shen Zhou or remain indoors—you pick."

"Mom, Zhu Xuan committed to Junxiang already; locking her away ruins the show. They inked deals—if she bails without cause, penalties hit, and who can guess the cost."

"That Junxiang boy wouldn't squeeze cash from our Zhu Xuan, would he?"

"It's beyond his call. Zhu Xuan bound a contract with the firm. Blocking her outings could force her to cover all earnings from years past, tossing her efforts down the drain."

Her daughter-in-law truly grasped the old woman's concerns.

At last, the elderly lady wavered, torn inside.

"Grandma, I'll put safety first, I swear. It's ages since I staged a home show—don't you crave seeing it in person?"

The old woman's gaze lit up, slowly convinced; she let out a sigh, "Sigh, those physicians—if they're not healing folks in clinics, why stir chaos in public?"

"A shady vehicle lurks nearby—paparazzi maybe?"

Zhu Xuan's father came back from outdoors.

"Hey, with Zhu Xuan out there, you're still off boozing?"

The old woman seized the chance to unleash, berating her son.

"She's grown up now; no need to fret."

Since his daughter rose to fame, Zhu Xuan's dad shunned the spotlight, retiring young to idle away with village drinks.

"You useless man! Ignorant of the turmoil outside?"

"Just a medics' revolt, right? Something's off there. An event this massive screams orchestration by schemers. Another round of power plays."

Zhu Xuan's father heaved a sigh.

Men in midlife, particularly the idle ones, beyond tippling, often chew over politics and global matters.

Earlier, over drinks, they'd dissected events as usual.

"This could drag on, so watch your step outdoors."

He warned, eyeing his daughter, then snatched a broom from the yard, "These nosy photographers grate on me—I'll sort them out."

"Not photographers; the firm dispatched them for my protection," Zhu Xuan hurried to clarify.

Zhu Xuan's father paused in realization, dropped the broom, and soon after, his face twisted in unease.

He held back words, but no matter—the elder voiced them instead.

"Zhuxuan, your firm treats you well, stationing guards right at home for you."

Zhu Xuan's mother wore a mixed look, much like her spouse, struggling to speak up now.

"See, Mom? No frets needed. The company planned ahead; they'll safeguard Zhuxuan."

The elder agreed with a nod, "After a full day of practice, you must be worn out—come on, time for supper."

She tugged her granddaughter indoors, as the pair exchanged helpless glances and sighs.

"You visited MS Company today—any word on Xuejing?"

At the table, Zhu Xuan's mother inquired worriedly.

Zhu Xuan's father, fed already outside, lounged nearby viewing the screen.

"Nope, didn't spot her."

"You mentioned reaching out—did the call connect?" Zhu Xuan's mother pressed on.

Zhu Xuan shook her head quietly.

"That girl—has something awful truly befallen her?"

The elder grew anxious, "Certain folks are downright vile; they couldn't have harmed Xuejing..."

"Grandma, Xuejing's alright—ease up."

"You holding back on us?"

Zhu Xuan's mother sensed a shift.

The elder eyed her daughter-in-law, then her oddly quiet granddaughter, "Zhuxuan, speak up if trouble brews. We're your tightest kin—don't bottle it in."

"Got it, Grandma."

A faint smile touched Jin Zhuxuan's lips as she gripped her utensils.

"Grandma, Mom, Dad—you're my rock-solid backing forever."

"Ah, Mom, that's mere talk; she's got a crush now, shoving us aside."

Zhu Xuan's father, juggling TV and chatter, wouldn't hush.

"Hush up."

As predicted.

Another reprimand followed.

"Ignore your father; he just hates letting go. All daughters wed eventually."

Zhu Xuan's mother felt torn between amusement and exasperation,

pondering if her mother-in-law might face memory issues down the line?

The leaps in logic seemed wildly off-kilter.

Her girl had only brought up a fondness.

How'd it leap to wedlock so fast?

"Once this team-up with Junxiang oppa wraps, Grandma, everyone cut ties with Junxiang oppa more."

Jin Zhuxuan pretended not to catch their words, abruptly voicing an odd plea that baffled all.

The elder froze.

Zhu Xuan's mother mirrored her shock.

Even Zhu Xuan's father, tuned to reports, swiveled around, brow furrowed, tone hushed.

"That fellow hassle you? Spill to Dad—I'll handle him this instant!"

True enough.

No dad lacks affection for his girl.

That's fatherly duty.

"No."

"Zhuxuan, liking someone doesn't mean severing old bonds, does it?"

Zhu Xuan's mother offered.

Meeting the trio's stares, Jin Zhuxuan paused briefly, then curved her lips in a smile.

"Junxiang oppa and I simply don't belong to the same realm anymore."