I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2110: 1357: Asking for Monthly Tickets!

“How’s the talk with Xiao Hong coming along? He’s graduating soon, so we need to think about the future.”

The upscale dormitory for senior faculty at Han City University.

Duan Zhongxin, serving as the executive head of the Han City branch for Jiangcheng Jinhai, seldom spends time at home.

Though it’s no grand mansion or lavish villa, being beside his devoted wife and well-behaved daughter brings him the greatest joy imaginable.

Of course.

Duan Zhongxin could easily afford opulent residences, but his ambitions lie elsewhere. Famous for shifting from academia to the corporate world, he stands apart from typical tycoons.

“Dad, give me a bit more time, please.”

Duan Xueying deftly peels an apple with practiced ease. Don’t overlook this small act; slicing fruit looks easy, yet many girls from ordinary homes these days likely couldn’t manage it well.

This is what it means to have lived without real struggles.

It’s fine to dwell in a modest dwelling; after all, one can simply employ extra servants.

“Haven’t you prepared yourself mentally yet? Is Xiao Hong really so set in his ways?”

Mother Pang Lijuan joined the conversation.

Clearly, the parents support their daughter’s romance; not every affluent household resorts to splitting up young lovers.

“He mentioned he’s concerned about causing embarrassment to me and Dad.”

While speaking, Duan Xueying sliced the peeled apple into neat chunks, arranged them on a plate, and added toothpicks—truly astonishing for a girl of her high status to handle such chores.

Pang Lijuan laughed lightly, “That boy overthinks everything. Embarrass who? Let’s see anyone bold enough to gossip about us.”

For his wife’s clearly biased remark, Duan Zhongxin—who leads a straightforward life, or at least comparatively so—chose not to object.

He had been the one to first suggest bringing Hong Xiaoyu into Jinhai.

As the highest authority in Jiangcheng Jinhai, what harm is there in paving a path for his daughter’s partner?

He once taught as a professor and still retains a position at Han City University, yet he remains adaptable.

Exercising influence judiciously carries no shame.

Even mentors assist their pupils.

If you wield authority, why aid strangers over your own kin?

“He’s probably fretting that entering Jinhai might tarnish Dad’s standing.”

Duan Xueying placed the fruit platter before her parents.

“If Xiao Hong sees it that way, he’s not giving your dad enough credit. Your dad might dislike the showy aspects of commerce, but he’s far from rigid. If he were, Mom never would’ve chosen him. Aiding Xiao Hong is just supporting his own child, right?”

Duan Zhongxin smiled as he listened, his bearing refined, truly diverging from the usual businessman stereotype.

“Why don’t we ask Xiao Hong to visit one day; Mom can chat with him directly if you can’t sway him.”

“Mom, that would only burden him more. Even if he joins Jinhai, he’d feel weighed down and miserable.”

Pang Lijuan recognized the wisdom in her daughter’s point and let out a sigh, “Xiao Hong still has a touch of innocence.”

With those words, she suddenly giggled.

“But that’s a fine quality too.”

“What about his brother’s thoughts?”

After some casual talk, Duan Zhongxin asked calmly while taking a slice of apple his daughter had prepared.

Duan Xueying looked startled: “How did Dad find out?”

“You think hiding it from me works just because you didn’t mention it? If you truly wanted secrecy, you should’ve chosen elsewhere for your meal.”

Duan Xueying realized the truth, then added, “I only hesitated because I didn’t want to put Dad in a tough spot.”

“His brother? You’re referring to Jiang?”

Pang Lijuan caught on: “Has Jiang arrived in River City?”

“These days, it’s better to call him Mr. Jiang.”

Duan Zhongxin let out a chuckle.

That young fellow had visited their home alongside the freshly promoted group leader, and though it felt recent, the world had transformed utterly.

Leaning on a staff with straw sandals, outpacing steeds with ease, fearless in the face of trials, living freely amid the gentle drizzle!

The inscription on the wall bore his handwriting. Back then, he’d offered it to the youth, but since it was their initial encounter, he suggested waiting a decade.

Heh heh.

Why wait a full ten years.

Should it drag on that long, he might no longer deserve to present it, even if the other wished for it.

“With him in River City, shouldn’t we host him properly?”

Pang Lijuan glanced at her husband; though the Duan family avoided pure merchant ways, they still valued proper manners.

“I’d love to host him, but it hinges on his interest and whether it fits.”

“Dad, maybe we should skip it. Sister Qianqian isn’t here this time, no point in going overboard.”

“Overboard? Beyond the ties to Miss Shi, you’re involved with Xiao Hong; we can’t afford to be discourteous.”

Duan Xueying gave a wry smile: “Mom, it’s not such a big deal. Romance is just between two people; let’s not overcomplicate things.”

Duan Xueying hinted at more, and Pang Lijuan grasped it fully, falling into thoughtful silence.

“Our girl has a point; a pair’s bond shouldn’t draw in too many outsiders.”

Duan Zhongxin commented.

“If you two see no issue, then there isn’t one. Just ensure no one gets the wrong idea.”

“Brother Jiang Chen isn’t the type to hold grudges.”

“Speaking of which, what exactly is between him and Miss Shi?”

Pang Lijuan pressed her husband, but got the usual reply.

“I’m not certain.”

“No strangers here, so what’s too private to share? Do you think I’ll gossip?”

Pang Lijuan grumbled.

“I genuinely don’t know. Would Director Shi brief me on it?”

The classic dodge.

Pang Lijuan shot her husband an eye-roll, “Never mind, you’re no natural at business, better off in spying, keeping everything under wraps.”