I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2112 - 1358: Moon City

The lively night market avenue right opposite the front gate of Jiangcheng University.

Jiang Chen along with Fang Qing had begun their drinks.

Savoring beer alongside hot pot stands as one of existence's top delights.

In truth, university functions like a bustling enterprise. Countless students haven't even finished their studies, yet they're already generating worth for the world, from nearby inns and vendor spots to eateries and karaoke lounges... all these spots thrive because of these wonderful pupils.

This vibrant night market, alive with steam and flames, follows the same pattern.

Life weighs so heavily at times.

Yet life feels so effortless too.

Hong Xiaoyu's roommate's passing barely stirred Jiangcheng University, much like how one cell's demise doesn't disrupt the rest of the body. The designated night market zone buzzed with energy. Earlier, when Boss Jiang arrived with Qing Mei, they had to wait over ten minutes just to grab a table.

Nearby students at their meals chatted about video games, star-studded shows, or films. Boss Jiang blended in seamlessly, occasionally lifting his cup toward Fang Qing, clearly having a blast.

"Hungry?"

Fang Qing couldn't resist inquiring. Hong Xiaoyu was still on her way, and if they continued munching like this, they might stuff themselves before she showed.

"Doesn't it taste amazing?"

Jiang Chen relished the veggies dipped in beer, appearing utterly at ease. He acted less like he was meeting his cousin and more like he was simply feeding his cravings.

"Wipe your mouth."

Fang Qing uttered with feigned annoyance.

Boss Jiang shrugged it off. After all, he wasn't some stranger, so why fuss over appearances? He casually grabbed a couple of napkins, then abruptly glanced past Fang Qing.

"Sit."

Hong Xiaoyu had finally shown up, addressing Fang Qing warmly, "Sister Fang Qing."

Fang Qing gave a slight nod.

Hong Xiaoyu settled into the seat beside them.

"Check the menu for whatever else appeals to you and order it up,"

Jiang Chen mentioned offhandedly.

"I'm not too famished."

Hong Xiaoyu looked mostly okay, though a touch subdued.

"No problem if you skip the food—grab a drink instead."

As her brother, Boss Jiang proved remarkably laid-back.

"Sure."

Without a second thought, Hong Xiaoyu reached for a beer bottle on the table.

"That's Sister Fang Qing's; better fetch a couple more."

Thus, Hong Xiaoyu actually rose to request additional beers from the owner.

Fang Qing let out a soft laugh and resumed using her chopsticks.

"Gulp."

Once she had her beer, Hong Xiaoyu quickly emptied a glass on her own.

Jiang Chen acted oblivious, scooping bites from the pot, "They located him."

"Yeah, in the lake."

Jiang Chen inquired casually, "What are the cops saying?"

"It's pretty much ruled as suicide."

"And his folks?"

Fang Qing wondered.

"His parents intend to bring him back to their hometown. The university is assisting with the logistics and has offered his family 100,000 yuan in compensation."

"Your university shows real compassion."

A hundred thousand yuan isn't a fortune, yet the institution could have skipped any payout entirely. In the end, the school bore no blame in the matter.

Naturally.

Should the relatives stir up trouble, no matter who's at fault, it might tarnish the university's name. This approach strikes as the wisest resolution.

"Bro, I mentioned Ah Feng's online betting to his parents."

Hong Xiaoyu shared quietly.

"Good call."

Jiang Chen approved, "Now at least his parents grasp exactly why their son took his life."

Hong Xiaoyu polished off yet another glass solo.

That's precisely how she viewed it.

Sure, it might feel like rubbing salt in the wound for those grieving parents, forcing them to face their kid's harmful vice right after the loss, but she figured that not understanding the reason behind the death would torment them even more.

At the very least, they now comprehend the cause of their child's suicide.

"His parents expressed their thanks to me."

Hong Xiaoyu's tone softened, "And they kept pushing to give back that 4,000 yuan to me."

At those words, Jiang Chen halted mid-bite, "That's unfortunate."

Parents of that caliber suggest the kid wasn't inherently rotten. Life brims with pitfalls, though. A momentary lapse can derail anyone, and while some recover, others never do.

"I've wondered if I'd known about his online gambling earlier, if I'd exposed it instead of covering it up—telling friends, the school, his family—maybe he wouldn't have ended it all. I even loaned him cash, which only drove him deeper into despair."

"Did you give him the money hoping he'd keep gambling?"

Fang Qing questioned gently.

"No. I only meant to support him, to lighten his load."

"Each year worldwide, around 1.3 million lose their lives in road accidents, with over 3,000 fatalities every single day. Are automakers to blame?"

Hong Xiaoyu went quiet.

"Nobody can promise every choice leads to positive outcomes. The sole certainty lies in whether those choices stem from goodwill or ill intent."

Jiang Chen nodded instinctively. Inviting Qing Gege wasn't pointless; she spared him plenty of hassle, and as expected, Qing Gege lived up to his trust.

"Let's cheers."

He lifted his cup.

While Fang Qing and he sipped leisurely, Hong Xiaoyu gulped hers down swiftly, draining a whole bottle in moments.

"He shared a room with you. It's fine to grieve, to feel down, but don't obsess over it. Don't play the savior. You're still a student—how much can you really do? Just ask Sister Fang Qing: how many lives has she truly rescued? How many battles has she triumphed in? By your logic, Sister Fang Qing would've cracked under therapy ages ago. Heck, you might not be meeting her here, but checking her into a psych ward instead."

Hong Xiaoyu's features flickered, her look a mix of emotions.

"Didn't you mention the food here's delicious? Dig in more."