I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2109 - 1356: Brothers 2

Of course.

Not every scam ties back to northern Myanmar.

However, when dealing with an overseas fraud case, things might get easier—simply launch the chat app, fire off a direct message, execute a targeted rescue, and you're done. That's way smoother than draining police time and manpower.

"It’s impossible that it’s a scam."

Hong Xiaoyu declared abruptly, her tone especially resolute.

"Why do you say it's impossible?"

Jiang Chen, who had been pondering the direct message approach, asked back.

"His bed is right beside mine; if he got scammed, I'd have noticed for sure."

Her logic held up well.

Scammers don't hook you in one go—it's a gradual trap. As daily roommates sharing the same space, how could subtle changes slip by unnoticed?

"Do you know the cause?"

Unsure if Fang Qing's stare felt too piercing, Hong Xiaoyu struggled to hold her gaze.

"If you have any info, share it now so we can truly assist him. He's been gone a full week; every extra day amps up the risks we can't predict."

Duan Xueying urged gently.

Hong Xiaoyu's expression twisted in conflict.

"We're not cops, me, Sister Fang Qing, and Xue Ling—just spill it all."

Jiang Chen said steadily.

She shot him a look, bit her lip, and at last, opened up.

"I suspect he's gone into hiding because of online gambling."

Online gambling?

Fang Qing's brows knit faintly.

Avoiding a scam ring was relief, sure, but online gambling's dangers ran deep too.

One might even call it a offshoot of telecom fraud.

In her line of work, she'd encountered plenty of incidents sparked by online bets.

"Are you positive? You mentioned he lived pretty thriftily."

Duan Xueying pointed out.

"He does keep things tight with money, but gambling online doesn't care about that."

Hong Xiaoyu admitted with effort, guilt washing over her like she'd betrayed a dorm mate's trust.

Duan Xueying fell silent, stumped.

Exactly.

Gambling preys on human weaknesses, unrelated to anyone's spending habits.

He stuck to basics, yet Hong Xiaoyu had noted his roommate's burning drive for success, aching to lift his folks from the countryside.

"How did he fund it?"

Fang Qing pressed on firmly.

"Through loan apps? Cash from credit cards? Or shady campus lenders?"

"I'm not sure... but he did hit me up for a loan."

"He asked you for money as well?" Duan Xueying sounded shocked.

"Yeah, four thousand yuan."

"..."

Jiang Chen chuckled, "That's quite the stash."

Hong Xiaoyu flushed, "I scraped it together bit by bit from my side gigs."

"Grinding away at tough jobs to hand over cash to friends—really big-hearted."

Fang Qing offered... her nod of approval.

Hong Xiaoyu proved once more how folks seldom draw lessons from the past.

He'd just recalled getting his allowance swiped as a child.

Duan Xueying gave a wry smile, while Fang Qing watched intently; the heiress displayed pure worry and sympathy. Four thousand yuan meant a chunk for a regular student's family, but to her, it was pocket change.

Hong Xiaoyu stood apart from his girlfriend in that way.

Back then, circumstances forced it, but with a partner like her, he could've skipped the extra shifts entirely.

To put it plainly, in Duan Xueying's world, having your girl fund your off-campus hustles out of pity would sting with embarrassment.

Still, she never interfered.

What was that?

True respect.

"Why hold back until now?"

Hong Xiaoyu felt a pang for his girlfriend too—she'd stepped in to help, but he'd kept quiet. Now that the words were out, he figured he'd lay bare his full reasoning.

"If cops uncover the gambling, the school gets wind, his parents too, and boom—he's out, future trashed."

Ah, so that's the angle.

His heart was in the right place, though his problem-solving still needed sharpening.

"Your good intentions bank on him making it back safe. If he doesn't, hiding it won't save the day."

Hong Xiaoyu missed the weight in his cousin's words, but Fang Qing caught it sharp.

Break down the facts at hand.

Telecom fraud would be preferable.

Fraud lacks instant deadly threats, but online gambling...

"You truly sure? Borrowing cash could tie to some other emergency," Duan Xueying ventured, as if grasping the shift.

"Dead certain. He once promised to show me his village over break, footing all costs. Nights found him glued to his phone in bed; we figured he was sneaking chats with a girl. Then one time, heading to sleep, I peeked over—turns out, no texts, no games, just betting away on that screen."

Duan Xueying went still.

"Even big losses shouldn't drive him to vanish. Issues like that, we could've brainstormed fixes together."

Hong Xiaoyu grumbled, puzzled.

Fang Qing eyed Jiang Chen.

These cousins, shaped by clashing upbringings, viewed life and society worlds apart.

Hong Xiaoyu fit the mold of the innocent campus kid, shielded in a bubble.

Of course.

Far from a flaw.

It was, in fact, a blessing.

"Any idea on the loss amount?"

Now, both Duan Xueying and Fang Qing sensed the grim turn, but their roles kept them from voicing it, leaving Jiang Chen, the kin, to probe.

"No clue, but I'd never hold it against him—worst case, he pays me back post-grad and job."

"And if the debt topped your four grand?"

"He hasn't got loads of cash himself," Hong Xiaoyu answered offhand.

"Broke? He borrows—from you, peers, buddies, or digital lenders. Four thousand's no big strain; side hustles cover it eventually. But forty thousand? Four hundred? Way more?"

Jiang Chen laid it out slowly: "We don't know him well, but put yourself in his shoes—could he shoulder that weight?"

Hong Xiaoyu froze, clearly never framed it so.

"Cousin... what are you getting at?"

"Ditching phone and papers isn't just dodging."

Jiang Chen cut deep: "Shift the search to rivers around Jiangcheng University next—that's where we'll find clues."

Hong Xiaoyu's eyes widened in shock.

"Your cousin Jiang Chen's got a point."

Duan Xueying breathed out sadly.

From the details shared, the worst scenario loomed large.

This Ah Feng likely sank deep into online gambling, tumbled into despair, and after burning through sums his family couldn't bail at his age, slipped away forever without a word.

Building leaps, car wrecks, overdoses, wrist cuts... those alert fast. River dives? They buy time before discovery.

"No way..."

Hong Xiaoyu's mind ran pure and linear, no fool—top schools don't take dummies. His relative's implication hit home, yet denial gripped him.

"Why go for suicide..."

Fang Qing hated adding to her almost-brother's innocent pain, but she knew how brittle existence could be.

A flash of rashness, a haze of doubt, and life ends abruptly.

Trials and blows especially shatter resolve.

Not all boast the iron will of the man next to her.

Often, holding on demands the real bravery.

—Not everyone has a steady presence in storms, offering quiet support and watch.

"Having a girlfriend might've changed things."

Jiang Chen remarked.

Hong Xiaoyu zoned out.

"Maybe not—could be we're jumping to conclusions."

Duan Xueying gripped her boyfriend's arm, soothing him.

"Did I mess up?"

Hong Xiaoyu appeared lost.

"Bad stuff hits the world nonstop; just follow your heart, value those who value you."

Alright.

Right then.

It felt a touch like brotherly wisdom.