I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2105: 1354: Waiting_2
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Xie Wendong, positioned right by the large window, posed the question.
“The family of Ma Qiujie has taken their own lives by leaping from a building.”
Astonishment hit Xie Wendong hard, his face filling with shock as he exclaimed: “That can't be true!”
Ouyang Qing stayed more composed, quickly inquiring in a sharp tone: “Was it truly a suicide?”
Truly, a member of the disciplinary committee lived up to her role.
Her mind worked with precision.
She focused on every little thing.
She spotted the hidden problem right away, even if her question came out a bit off.
Wu Yufei couldn't possibly confirm if it was suicide or something else.
“That's unfortunate.”
Boss Jiang commented, seeming steady as he moved ahead.
At the same moment, Ouyang Qing and Xie Wendong shared a quick look.
“Clang, clang, clang…”
Wu Yufei alone hurried after him, her high heels clicking sharply.
“Where do you think you're going?”
Xie Wendong, driven by impulse to tag along, halted abruptly and glanced back in confusion.
He noticed Ouyang Qing rooted in place, giving a quiet head shake and a soft sigh, before pivoting silently and heading the other way without a word.
Perplexed, Xie Wendong scanned the room, but in the end, he pulled back his advancing foot.
“Ouyang, hold on…”
In Wu Yufei's office.
Jiang Chen settled into the boss's seat with calm assurance.
“The matter with Ma Qiujie ought to be settled now.”
Naturally, it stood resolved.
The accuser had vanished.
There's that old proverb: when the issue proves unsolvable, tackle the one bringing it up instead.
In much the same vein.
The courtroom victory matters little; neutralizing the complainant is what counts.
Wu Yufei let out a simple “Hmm,” her enthusiasm clearly lacking.
“Aren't you supposed to feel relieved?”
Jiang Chen questioned.
He really preferred not to fake any emotions.
Life holds too much value.
For a person with sound values and ethics, even amid legal fights, celebrating someone's demise goes too far.
“Did the lawsuit over extortion and blackmail push them to such desperate measures?”
Wu Yufei asked carefully.
A sentence of three to ten years.
That's straight from the law books.
Plenty of leeway exists there, since the span from three to ten years creates a huge divide, and with a powerful accuser pulling strings, it might easily hit the top end.
Ten years behind bars.
The mere thought chokes you.
How could regular folks withstand that kind of strain?
Jiang Chen denied it with a head shake, offering a concise and perceptive remark: “Those driven by greed tend to fear dying more than most.”
Then, flashing a grin, he added, “You'd do better to think I arranged it than to believe they ended it themselves.”
“Impossible.”
Wu Yufei asserted firmly.
“And why do you say that?”
Wu Yufei skipped childish excuses like how killing violates the rules; she wasn't some innocent, clueless young woman. Since launching Star Medical Technology, she'd dealt with plenty of big shots.
Regulations that bind everyday folks could serve as mere instruments for the elite.
And Jiang Chen, her longtime secret admiration from middle school days, had rocketed from humble beginnings to the top in record time. How likely was it he'd stay completely clean?
So, she actually respected his straightforwardness; at least he didn't treat her like an idiot with lies.
“If you'd planned to handle it that way, you never would've visited their house.”
Boss Jiang doesn't waste effort; taking out two individuals proves simple enough, so why squander his valuable time dropping by their place?
He hadn't even touched his tea.
This raises a key point.
If not suicide, and Boss Jiang stayed uninvolved, then someone else must have done it.
Can rivalries in business turn this brutal?
Evidently, they can.
“Likely, the one who put Ma Qiujie's family up to the false claims worried they'd spill the truth, so they acted first to silence them.”
Jiang Chen explained in an even tone.
Wu Yufei eyed him closely. “Do situations like this come up for you often?”
Jiang Chen gave a light chuckle, brushing it off: “Hardly.”
“You're fibbing.”
Wu Yufei accused.
At higher levels, the battles grow fiercer.
Scaling a peak means facing fiercer winds the higher you climb.
No matter how street vendors scrap, it never turns deadly. The same holds true in her world.
“Feeling afraid?”
“No fear here.”
“Truly unafraid, or just acting tough?”
“Why worry? Tu Lei and his spouse met their end because they posed threats. My presence changes nothing for anyone.”
“That's your idea of honesty?”
Jiang Chen grinned. “Plenty of folks watch out for you.”
“Who would that be?”
Wu Yufei murmured gently.
“The big names in medicine pointed you out specifically, wanting you to play host. Even Ouyang Qing didn't measure up.”
A flush crept over Wu Yufei's cheeks.
“They're nothing but phony monsters dressed in fancy clothes!”
She spat out the words, then balled her hands into fists, fuming, “And that Xie Wendong—why does he blab everything?”
Jiang Chen's grin grew broader.
“Xie Wendong sat next to me in class. Who do you figure I'm closer to, him or you?”
Wu Yufei's complexion ran too delicate; this sensitivity showed physically. Any emotional stir left clear marks on her features, lingering for a while, so her cheeks burned bright still.
“Besides those suited monsters, didn't some promising young guys fawn over you? Spot anyone you fancied?”
“None! Zero!”
Wu Yufei rushed her words, as if delaying might lead to wrong ideas. “You funded my venture, so how could I…”
In this era,
Women showing such loyalty remain scarce.
Jiang Chen chuckled quietly, cutting in to explain, “That funding was seed capital, not a deal to own you.”
“I never claimed you purchased me.”
Wu Yufei shot back instantly, then locked eyes with Jiang Chen before darting hers away, her blush deepening to a near-bleeding shade.
For the other women near Jiang Chen, he lacked details on their pasts. Fang Qing had always shone with beauty from youth, but his old middle school friend represented a classic case of budding late.
With a stunner like her in class, it brought him a sense of pride.
“Right now, I'm not looking to date anyone.”
Maybe to dodge the unease, Wu Yufei whispered once more, her gaze drifting, steering clear of Jiang Chen's eyes.
“Even someone as outstanding as Fang Qing stays unattached.”
Surprise flickered across Jiang Chen's face, followed by a gentle laugh. “Why bring her into this? Her temperament runs too headstrong, tougher than most guys, stubborn as an ox.”
“I see it differently.”
Jiang Chen went quiet, studying her, then smiled and probed, “You two know each other well?”
“Not really. But I get where she's coming from.”
With that, Wu Yufei mustered the nerve to hold Jiang Chen's stare.
“Back in middle school, I've looked up to Fang Qing.”
“Looked up? What draws you to her—top grades? Her looks?”
Jiang Chen joked lightly.
“Both of those, sure, but her unyielding resolve impresses me most.”
Jiang Chen quieted down, his grin vanishing as he looked away first.
“Seeing Fang Qing again now, she glows brighter than in school days, and comes off softer too.”
Softer?
Probably just an impression,
“She never picked on you, did she?”
Jiang Chen kept up the teasing.
Wu Yufei shook her head, her lips parting as if to reply, then holding back.
Jiang Chen offered no opening for her words, or perhaps he didn't linger.
“Time to return your chair.”
He rose and headed for the exit.
“I won't grow old alone.”
As Jiang Chen neared the office doorway, River City's fresh CEO beauty called out unexpectedly.
Old and alone? No?
Coming from nowhere, that declaration.
Utterly puzzling.
“Should the perfect match appear, I'll take the chance.”
By the door, Jiang Chen smiled, twisted the handle, and stepped through.
Gazing at the office door swinging shut bit by bit, Wu Yufei's cheeks held their color, but a tangled, pained smile crossed her lips.
Determination doesn't escape her.
Courage fails her not.
This reunion after years confirms their connection lingers.
Yet.
Fang Qing remains the barrier.
Repeatedly, she delivers crushing hits.
How does she stack up against her rival? Not in any way.
Consider Fang Qing.
It feels like even quiet waiting lies beyond her reach.