I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2098 - 1351: 99,999,999

The flame of that spark truly holds the power to blaze uncontrollably, yet it always carries the unavoidable chance of getting spotted and snuffed out before it grows.

Ma Qiujie's residence sits in a standard business district near the outer edge of Jiangcheng's Third Ring. Judging from earlier property values, it ran about twenty thousand per square meter, but with the present conditions, it's dropped way beyond half—it's slashed to a steep bargain.

Housing prices are sliding in a broad decline, but no one can deny that the string of chaotic moves by that certain someone after grabbing control of Hengsheng Real Estate has fueled this total collapse.

A single snowflake weighs next to nothing, sure, but it forms a vital part of the massive avalanche, impossible to ignore—especially when that someone isn't merely a flake, but a hefty clump or even a rolling boulder of snow.

It's an elevator-style apartment, with two lifts serving four households, a solid setup that's just showing its age a little. As both the accused and the "go-between," Wu Yufei naturally knows the Ma family's spot; she guides Jiang Chen to the unit at the far east, lifts her hand, and raps on the door.

"Coming!"

The entrance swings open fast, but the faces inside aren't the pair from the courtroom—instead, a teen boy around seventeen or eighteen greets them. He yanks the door wide with vigor, yet his forehead creases the moment he spots Jiang Chen and Wu Yufei.

Perhaps Jiang Chen and Wu Yufei aren't the visitors he had in mind?

"Who are you?"

His voice carries a sharp edge, and though his looks are passable, it... feels like he's missing some basic manners or polish.

"Is this Ma Qiujie's home?"

Wu Yufei inquires, probably marking her initial visit here.

The youth scans her from head to toe, lingering on her legs, bust, and features, before casually firing back, "What do you want?"

Seems they've hit the correct address.

"Are your parents around? We'd like to talk over a few things with them."

Jiang Chen chimes in.

The boy shoots him a quick look, then pivots away.

"Tu Lei, someone's here for you."

Tu Lei.

That's Ma Qiujie's very own son.

Which means this kid is Ma Qiujie's grandson.

Addressing his dad that way?

Wu Yufei finds it startling.

Back in high school, she stayed so reserved, the picture of a well-behaved girl; in her mind, she couldn't picture any kid referring to a parent by their full name.

But Boss Jiang shows no shock.

The Martial Saint acted just like that.

The lad skips offering slippers or booties, so they linger at the threshold. Thus, Jiang Chen boldly steps in wearing his shoes.

Noticing this, Wu Yufei, though sensing the rudeness, has no choice but to trail after him and shut the door.

The youth heads right into the bedroom, and thanks to the thin walls, bursts of gunfire and his thrilled yells echo out nonstop.

Evidently.

He's deep into gaming.

"What are you doing here?!"

Ma Qiujie's son and his wife are both present, lounging in the living room with the TV on, tuned to a funny program, utterly relaxed. The pair cuddles close, all cozy, but Jiang Chen and Wu Yufei's arrival shatters their peaceful moment. As they enter, Tu Lei's grin fades instantly; he springs to his feet, face darkening.

No surprise there.

With the old lady leaping to her end, why would they roll out the welcome mat?

Still.

Didn't they just chuckle at the screen moments ago?

But that's no issue.

Folks can't stay sunk in grief forever.

Bygones are bygones.

Those still breathing have to push forward.

"Mr. Tu, try to stay calm."

This isn't her first hands-on encounter; facing Tu Lei's harsh words, Wu Yufei holds steady without flinching.

The housewife acts swifter, snatching the remote to kill the TV, which leaves Boss Jiang, mid-laugh at the show, a tad disappointed.

Yet they couldn't care less about ruining his fun, firmly backing her spouse as she stands firm beside him, icily declaring: "You're not wanted here—leave now!"

The room hangs in tense quiet for a beat, save for the booming game noises spilling from the bedroom.

"I'm the head of Xinghuo Medical Center, and I've come today with no agenda beyond one final chat about settling things peacefully."

Rude.

Showing up without warning is one level.

Not even swapping shoes, scuffing up the tiles.

Yeah, pretty rude.

"Relax, this won't drag on. If we don't agree, we'll head out right away and leave you in peace for good."

The pair shares a wordless look, and then, as the man of the house, Tu Lei eyes up the far-too-young Jiang Chen with doubt, challenging, "You're running Xinghuo Medical Center? How young are you? Quit messing around!"

"President Wu's with me; if you're unsure, check with her."

"Mr. Jiang truly leads Xinghuo Medical Center."

Wu Yufei backs up Boss Jiang's role, her even voice leaving little room for question.

The spouses trade glances, obviously caught off guard by such a big shot dropping by in person.

They're everyday folks, ready to wail and fuss while claiming their fair share, but they grasp full well the clout of a major healthcare outfit.

"...So, what do you want?"

The husband, Tu Lei, sounds notably less bold now.

"I already mentioned."

Jiang Chen stays level-headed, no haughtiness or haste, just straightforward, "I'm here for one last talk on reaching a settlement with you."

Wu Yufei glances over, brimming with confusion.

Settlement?

Didn't they declare just yesterday that truth rests in people's hearts?

Unsure as she is, she keeps quiet.

Tu Lei's gaze shifts, full of uncertainty.

His wife gives his arm a subtle poke.

"Fine, take a seat."

At long last.

He gives in.

Jiang Chen and Wu Yufei finally get to settle down.

A modest three-bedroom setup, roughly a hundred square meters, since it once sheltered three generations together.