I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2101: 1352: Very Watery (2)

The notion sounds appealing.

Yet he still fantasizes about gaining advantages from both sides.

But if they're ready to offer, do you dare to accept?

“The Tu Lei clan could keep appearing down the line—what’s your strategy? Actually intending to keep playing this endless game of pursuit?”

“Starting anything new is always tough. Paving fresh routes naturally comes with some setbacks and hardships.”

The Kyoto Star Medical Center appears secure, bolstered by Princess Cao's influence and its confinement to a limited area.

With just one such facility across the nation, it barely registers. It offers no real danger or disruption to the broader healthcare framework, yet nationwide growth would change everything entirely.

Blocking someone's income stream hits as hard as harming their family.

How could lazy profiteering hospitals simply allow an outsider to ignite a fierce competition on pricing?

Thus, there's little value in probing the exact culprits orchestrating it.

The current healthcare structure stands as the true adversary at its core.

“And what of Miss Duanmu?”

Jiang Chen showed surprise, “Back in East Sea, why ask?”

“By now, you must be a major headache and constant irritation for numerous folks.”

Fang Qing stated it directly.

Blazing new trails involves more than small obstacles; you must also guard against those plotting your downfall.

Jiang Chen, fresh from dodging that crisis, gave a sly grin.

“Nah. Most folks chase profits. If we throw our lives into the mix, how would anyone earn a dime?”

Even if outsiders resent him deeply, they'd orchestrate something like a plane wreck to mask it—not his fellow countrymen.

It resembles a protected haven in a video game.

Out in open territory, clashes can rage freely.

Within the haven, even fierce rivalries get reined in. You might shove me, I could swing at you, but the ferocity stays capped, and fatalities are off-limits.

“So, does that wrap up my assignment?”

Fang Qing cut straight to it. With someone urging her to step back from oversight, she saw no reason to push. From her early days, she'd always avoided spotlight duties like that.

“How’s Tong Dan faring?”

Boss Jiang displayed remarkable composure. In an instant, he shifted to lighthearted banter, “I just visited Japan, ran into Pan Yang, and he mentioned Tong Dan’s become this hectic figure who brushes him off. If our good intentions backfire and spoil things, that’d be a grave mistake. For ladies, ditching work is fine, but love? That’s irreplaceable.”

Fang Qing reclined against the couch, “Then name one—among the women near you—who craves only romance and skips the professional life entirely.”

True to her profession as a lawyer, she struck precisely, rendering Jiang Chen utterly at a loss for words.

He surrounded himself with impressive women, yet not a single one fixated solely on affection, ignoring financial security.

None at all.

That included the somewhat erratic Shi Qianxi.

This wasn’t some scripted film scene.

Hmm.

Chairman Shi undoubtedly adored him, but suggest she surrender Jinhai Industry—go ahead and test that.

She might just deliver a couple of sharp slaps.

Obviously.

Jiang Chen would never attempt such a thing, of course.

A devoted admirer and a mere sponger represent completely distinct types. Though both draw disdain, the first often scorns the second with contempt.

Jiang Chen gave a soft cough.

Conversing with a lawyer always unfolds this way.

Relentless.

One slip, and the exchange fizzles out.

“I need to step out briefly.”

He feigned checking his watch, rose swiftly, and timed the exit perfectly to conclude the talk.

Fang Qing posed no questions, standing up as well.

This was his space, after all—hers lay adjacent.

As they departed and neared the split in the corridor, Jiang Chen noticed Fang Qing heading to her door and cleared his throat once more.

“Got a moment?”

Fang Qing pivoted, replying evenly, “What’s on your mind?”

“Heading to visit Xiao Yu. If you’re free, care to tag along?”

His cousin Hong Xiaoyu had once chased them around in the buff, so to Fang Qing, he qualified as kin.

“I’ll switch outfits.”

Fang Qing agreed without pause, unlocking her door and slipping inside.

An hour passed.

Jiangcheng University.

Shedding her formal legal garb, Fang Qing now sported a blouse matched with slim cigarette pants, radiating an easygoing warmth. With hands tucked loosely in pockets, she projected stylish grace that drew the eye.

“Wow, from where does this campus beauty emerge?”

Jiang Chen offered the cheeky compliment boldly, though it hardly qualified as mere praise; Fang Qing wasn’t truly aged, boasting innate allure and flawlessly moisturized skin. Posing as a coed fit her seamlessly.

Certain performers in their forties or fifties still portrayed youthful roles.

Strolling through Jiangcheng Geological University, Fang Qing drew plenty of covert looks from students. She remained composed. “What year is Xiao Yu in now?”

“Third year, probably. I’m not certain.”

This sibling truly excelled at oversight.

Yet it made sense.

After all, responsibilities piled high.

Thus, Fang Qing held no grudge. Though neither had crossed university thresholds in ages, they wandered as if outsiders to their old school grounds.

In the late afternoon glow, tree limbs filtered sunlight onto their locks; Jiang Chen even caught a light jasmine scent.

“Did you really shampoo for this outing? Explains the long wait.”

Some remarks emerge straight from a mutt’s jaws.

A woman washing and styling her hair often consumes more than sixty minutes, and Fang Qing’s tresses had always been abundant since youth. A fresh wash might’ve delayed her departure even further.

Fang Qing ignored his quip entirely.

“Jiang… Brother Chen?”

All at once.

A tentative call sounded from up ahead.

Jiang Chen glanced up to spot several girls eyeing him, one appearing vaguely recognizable.

Fang Qing peered forward first, then at him.

Boss Jiang adopted a serious look and promptly clarified: “That one was Xiao Yu’s old… wait, more like the girl he once pursued, though she showed no interest in him. Her name escapes me… Anyway, very watery.”

Boss Jiang’s recall proved sharp; the image lingered, though the details faded. Their prior encounter dated back years, during a trip with Shi Qianxi—freshly in charge of Jinhai Industry—to River City for checks.

Her dad ranked among the entities thriving off Jinhai’s vast network.

But his offhand “very watery” remark stunned, even causing Fang Qing’s expression to shift subtly.

Before Boss Jiang could jog his memory fully—or elaborate—she and her companions approached.

He recalled her, yet her memory of him ran deeper, evidently, since she still nailed his name after all this time.

Certainly.

Her household had nearly crumbled due to it—how could she forget?

“Brother Jiang Chen, it’s been ages.”

The girl harbored no resentment, carrying herself with poise; Jiang Chen recalled her that way from years prior—poised and considerate, far beyond Xiao Yu’s level then.

Females tend to grow up quicker than males their age.

Particularly from a merchant lineage like hers.

“Long time no see.”

Jiang Chen grinned and nodded.

“Brother Jiang Chen, you’re here for Xiao Yu, aren’t you?”

Jiang Chen, still smiling, confirmed with a “Hmm.”

The girl eyed Fang Qing beside him, maybe recalling the dinner with Miss Shi from before.

“The guys’ dorm is that way—go straight 200 meters, then right at the base.”

She offered Fang Qing a courteous smile, avoiding intrusion, and after giving directions swiftly added: “Brother Jiang Chen, we’ll head out now.”

“Appreciate it.”

The girl gave a neutral smile, lips pressed, then proceeded onward with her friends.

They moved in contrary paths.

“Ren Miao, is that Hong Xiaoyu’s brother?”

So Ren Miao was her name.

Indeed, very watery.

Boss Jiang had nailed it.

“I heard Hong Xiaoyu’s girlfriend is the offspring of a Jinhai Industry bigwig, with family wealth topping ten billion…”

“Stop. No more on that.”

A couple of girls snuck peeks at Ren Miao.

“Why the stares? Hong Xiaoyu and I are solid pals. He’s such a decent guy, landing a wonderful partner—shouldn’t we celebrate?”

“But… Hong Xiaoyu hails from regular roots, and she’s not even from here—how’d they connect?”

At that, Ren Miao revealed a flicker of feeling, looking mildly irritated, and let out a resigned sigh.

“So going forward, don’t swallow a guy’s story whole—form your own views. Even the sweetest fellow might fib.”

Fine.

No groundless resentment left.

Not shocking they share blood.

Even among girls, their notoriety passes down.

Back when Ai Qian leveled charges, it echoed the same.