I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2107 - 1355: Ours

Naturally.

In Shen Zhou, plenty of rich young women exist, but it's uncommon to encounter one exactly like her.

"Are you two an item?"

Jiang Chen asked in a composed manner, yet he grasped his cousin's hint right away.

Hong Xiaoyu had encountered both Ai Qian and Shi Qianxi before.

Thanks to Shi Qianxi's introduction, he got to know Duan Xueying.

Having tagged along since they were kids, Hong Xiaoyu fully recognized the bond between Jiang Chen and Fang Qing.

This situation does seem rather uncomfortable.

"...Yes."

Hong Xiaoyu murmured softly, confirming that he was truly dating the daughter of the Duan Family.

"Not bad at all, kid..."

Jiang Chen grinned.

It had nothing to do with other matters; he just found the girl exceptional in every way.

"Bro, what do I do now?"

What was there to do?

Why worry about it?

"Your Sister Fang Qing is right here with you—it's ideal. Have her meet your girlfriend as well."

Jiang Chen replied casually.

"Ah...!"

"Ah, what? That's all there is to it."

Jiang Chen ended the call.

"If it's not convenient, I won't join."

Despite Boss Jiang's efforts to adjust and conceal as much as possible, who was Fang Qing?

Spotting tiny details is an advanced skill, yet it's essential for anyone in law.

"Come on, that boy is likely just embarrassed."

Jiang Chen remarked coolly, "Get ready a little, and I'll update you soon."

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The dining spot Hong Xiaoyu picked was elegant, resembling a teahouse with three levels, looking from afar like a place out of reach for ordinary workers' wallets.

"This boy outdoes me—he's still in college and already discovered an easy path. Impressive indeed."

Stepping out of the vehicle, Jiang Chen commented first.

That young man, a college student without his diploma yet, could barely cover simple home-cooked meals, much less afford somewhere like this, no matter how many off-campus part-time gigs he took.

Certain venues demand more than just effort to enter.

Clearly, the Duan Family's daughter must be covering the costs.

"Feeling envious?"

Fang Qing showed up anyway, since turning down a genuine request was tough, even if she hadn't dressed up specially—it wasn't like meeting the parents.

Jiang Chen let out a sigh, replying without commitment, "He's got better luck than I do."

No modesty here.

Certain folks face struggles before happiness, others get bliss before trials.

And some skip the struggles entirely.

"Xiaoyu's lucky, and part of that luck comes from having you as his brother."

Fair assessment.

Extremely fair.

Quite perceptive.

"Don't put it that way—it's obviously due to true affection."

Jiang Chen laughed lightly, then headed in, "Come on."

The top floor.

"Book" private room.

Why the name "Book"? Straightforward—the space features classic calligraphy artworks, while other rooms probably boast distinct styles.

Plus, those pieces of calligraphy could easily be authentic.

"Brother Jiang Chen, Sister Fang Qing."

It wasn't only Hong Xiaoyu; Duan Xueying joined in right away, seeming completely relaxed.

She had obviously never crossed paths with Fang Qing previously.

Such nuances reveal true elegance.

"Take a seat; you're family, not strangers."

Duan Xueying acted poised, but Jiang Chen was even more comfortable, guiding Fang Qing in and warmly urging everyone to settle down.

"Xiaoyu's already shared about us, so introductions aren't necessary."

Treating them like close ones without hesitation.

Alright.

His cousin and the girlfriend both proved to be outstanding, showing no unease, whereas Hong Xiaoyu appeared somewhat tense, particularly since he knew Sister Fang Qing had heard the earlier phone conversation, leaving him more awkward.

"On our drive over, your brother complimented you, claiming you're superior to him."

Fang Qing smiled and started the chat.

"How can I measure up to my brother? I'm not even close to half as capable."

Hong Xiaoyu responded promptly.

"With your girlfriend present, don't say silly things. If you weren't worthwhile, Xueying wouldn't choose you."

Truth be told, he and Duan Xueying hadn't spent much time together, but this highlights the benefit of "knowing backgrounds well."

Prestigious families encourage "arranged introductions" for good cause.

Naturally.

My cousin Hong Xiaoyu and Duan Xueying skipped any formal setup. At worst, it was Miss Shi setting up an encounter, after which they connected on their own and developed feelings, without anyone meddling.

"Xiao Yu isn't quite on Brother Jiang Chen's level yet, but that's fine—he's still growing."

Hear that.

That's what defines a refined young lady.

Certain lessons can't be picked up in classrooms.

Jiang Chen smiled casually, scanned the area, "Does your part-time cash cover this? Don't end up unable to settle the bill."

Hong Xiaoyu looked sheepish.

"A friend of my father's owns this spot; they frequent it for business, so just charge it—no payment required."

Upon hearing Duan Xueying's explanation, Jiang Chen sighed quietly once more without a word, though only Fang Qing caught the underlying message.

"Sister Fang Qing, try some tea."

Hong Xiaoyu served the tea.

Surprisingly, he offered it to Fang Qing initially.

To Jiang Chen and his brothers, this felt ordinary, not off at all, but to Duan Xueying, it revealed layers of meaning.

Hong Xiaoyu must have briefed her earlier, though probably just the basics.

"Don't bill it to Mr. Duan. You're in a relationship—how can you let your folks cover it."

Jiang Chen glanced at Duan Xueying first, noticed her eyes shift from Fang Qing's features, then addressed Hong Xiaoyu, "Act like a man; when out with a girl, never let her cover the check. I'll front you the cash for now; pay me back once you're employed."

Firmly separating business from personal.

Maintaining clear boundaries.

Hong Xiaoyu gave a bitter smile, unable to hold back, "Can I switch seats then?"

Jiang Chen chuckled, "Xueying just commended you—aim high. It's only a meal; you're unemployed at the moment, but after graduation, this'll be nothing."

"Bro, quit it."

Hong Xiaoyu rejected the overpraise, answering honestly, "What can a new grad make? Covering your own basics is achievement enough."

"Does being a new grad matter? Check with Sister Fang Qing. Her initial salary was no small sum."

"I can't match Sister Fang Qing; she studied at Political and Legal University, and her profession pays top dollar—we're in different leagues."

"You could join Jinhai; I've talked to my dad, and he's eager to have you."

Duan Xueying added her thoughts.

"No, that won't work."

Hong Xiaoyu shook his head at once; evidently, they'd debated this before.

"Why not? Jinhai offers a great opportunity; plenty would kill to get in."

Jiang Chen inquired knowingly.

"He's concerned about rumors," Duan Xueying explained.

"No, I don't want to embarrass you or Uncle Duan."

Hong Xiaoyu voiced his real concerns at last.

Jiang Chen couldn't suppress a laugh.

Youths untested by hardship often think this way.

Embarrassment.

When mere survival demands total effort, there's no room for fretting over dignity.

Maybe that's how he built such resilience back at East University.

It's seldom about innate genius.

More often, it's the lack of alternatives.

"Qing Gege, share your thoughts."

Both Duan Xueying and Hong Xiaoyu turned to Fang Qing together.

"If you're really committed, don't separate what's yours from what's mine."

Fang Qing advised softly.

Jiang Chen nodded approvingly nearby, "Got it? You know Sister Fang Qing's line of work; her guidance is usually spot-on, reliable, and often comes with a fee."

Worried the pair might miss the point—after all, he and Fang Qing were young too, but relative to them—Jiang Chen expanded on her brief statement.

"If you're serious about each other and progressing, avoid dividing yours and mine. No yours, no mine—just ours."

Duan Xueying's gaze sparkled, "Brother Jiang Chen puts it so perfectly."

Hong Xiaoyu grinned subtly and whispered, "All talk, no action."

"What was that?"

Boss Jiang, hearing every bit, wrinkled his forehead.

Fang Qing quietly lifted her teacup.

Truthfully, she dislikes offering counsel.

Her very first real piece of advice was wondering if someone might study in Kyoto.

Much like Hong Xiaoyu finishing school and joining Jinhai Industry alongside this young woman.

The pair truly shouldn't worry over who relies on whom.

For in the end, when everything else arrives later, what's left absent is often us.