I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2088 - 1346: News (Happy New Year!)

Under the serene veil of night.

Xu Kuan accompanied Jin Zhuxuan as they exited the structure.

With a quick look toward the apartment opposite, Xu Kuan inquired, "Would you like to visit Li Xuejing?"

"No."

Xu Kuan gave a nod and refrained from pressing, "Hop in the vehicle; I'll drive Miss Jin back home."

Li Xuejing likely failed to catch sight of Liu Junxiang's supposed "suicide" from a distance, yet the full sequence of his demise was undoubtedly clear.

Handled with precision...

yet rushed.

The suicide note existed.

The handprint was present.

However.

Does that imply a beloved idol chose to hang himself voluntarily?

Moreover.

During the concert, Liu Junxiang got publicly hauled away right before the whole FOX team.

Doesn't that blatantly mock everyone's smarts?

"Miss Jin, rest easy— this won't bring you any issues. Similar to victims who took their own lives from overwhelming shame, Liu Junxiang ended it all due to remorse."

Xu Kuan's tone remained even, like the smoothly gliding car, treating the recent death not as a celebrity's end, but as something trivial like an insect's.

Or perhaps.

In his view, the pair held little distinction, much like the unfortunate souls free of mental woes who could still get lawfully committed to asylums and locked away by folks akin to Liu Junxiang.

The "Liu Junxiangs" grasp the reality, plenty of others do too, the "Liu Junxiangs" realize that many folks know the truth, and those many also sense that the "Liu Junxiangs" are aware they know.

Yet so what?

Facts hold no real weight.

A shared silence.

All it takes is those mere two words.

—Dignity.

Xu Kuan's composure revealed his vast authority and unshakeable assurance. As a figure of prominence, Jin Zhuxuan had encountered much of life's underbelly, but the events of the last couple of hours left a deep mark on her.

Understanding a concept differs from experiencing it directly.

Truly akin to squashing an ant.

"As long as Mr. Xu stays out of harm's way."

Xu Kuan offered a faint smile; without question, this Korean beauty's actions today had caught him off guard in a positive way.

"...Does this make Miss Jin feel down?"

He tossed in lightly.

"Virtue yields blessings, vice invites punishment. Liu Junxiang reaped his just fate."

In truth.

Saints aren't as common as folks imagine.

Given Liu Junxiang's offenses, his passing sparks no pity; even dismemberment would seem too lenient. Naturally, had he avoided his foolish antics today—madly aiming at Jin Zhuxuan and hurling rude words at Boss Jiang—his end might have differed.

Though his misdeeds could surface publicly in time, remember Korea lacks capital punishment, so even via official routes, the worst outcome would be lifelong captivity.

"I'm truly pleased Miss Jin views it this way."

Xu Kuan nodded, grinning.

Suddenly twisting her gaze, Jin Zhuxuan voiced the unforeseen, "Had I begged for Liu Junxiang earlier, would Mr. Xu have let him go?"

Xu Kuan faltered briefly, then laughed softly, "If my answer was affirmative, wouldn't that place the weight of his death on Miss Jin?"

What defines social savvy.

What captures the craft of words.

"It's no surprise Mr. Jiang places such faith in Mr. Xu."

Xu Kuan's grin widened, his gaze toward Jin Zhuxuan growing more intent.

A starlet relying solely on her appearance merits no real stake.

"Now it clicks why Mr. Jiang first contracted Miss Jin; I once chalked it up to chance."

The subtle hint in Xu Kuan's remark sparked curiosity.

"Purely fortune."

Jin Zhuxuan stressed, repeating firmly.

Xu Kuan smiled and agreed without debate, shifting topics: "When does Miss Jin intend to head back to Shen Zhou?"

"And Mr. Jiang?"

Jin Zhuxuan let slip instinctively.

Xu Kuan skipped any ribbing, and Jin Zhuxuan felt no flush.

They're adults.

No call for games.

"Mr. Jiang's flight departs tomorrow."

"Oh..."

Jin Zhuxuan showed astonishment, unprepared for the quick turnaround.

"Mr. Jiang lingered this long thanks to Miss Jin's show."

Xu Kuan mentioned offhand, showing no concern for fallout.

Setting aside Boss Jiang himself, plainly for Jin Zhuxuan's sake, his favor shone through, though Jin Zhuxuan wasn't naive.

"I realize Mr. Jiang has pressing duties in Korea, but I appreciate the thoughtfulness, Mr. Xu."

A character like this makes it tough not to warm up.

Thus Xu Kuan committed fully, pushing further, "Want me to arrange Miss Jin's flight for tomorrow?"

Jin Zhuxuan wavered, obviously drawn in, yet after a moment's thought, she declined with a shake.

"Too abrupt—I haven't alerted my family. Plus, I wouldn't want Mr. Xu facing backlash."

Xu Kuan beamed, reassured.

Caring for others' positions proves a rare virtue.

"Having worked alongside Mr. Jiang for years, I've gotten a solid read on him. In several respects, Mr. Jiang resembles a woman somewhat."

Jin Zhuxuan's eyes expanded in shock.

"A woman?"

Xu Kuan affirmed with a nod, "Indeed, quick with words, tender at heart."

At those words, Jin Zhuxuan chuckled despite herself, then hid her smile, murmuring, "Rest assured, Mr. Xu, I won't snitch to Mr. Jiang."

Difficult to fathom.

They'd only just seen a shocking self-inflicted end.

Through chuckles and chat, the heavy shadows and chill faded fast.

"If Miss Jin skips traveling with Mr. Jiang, avoid prolonging your stay in Korea."

Of course, Jin Zhuxuan got the drift.

Liu Junxiang's demise appeared self-caused, but likely hid deeper layers.

A huge clash could ignite from this trigger, with the brewing tempest's scale unpredictable.

Korea no longer suits dawdling, at minimum not till the chaos clears for a safe revisit.