I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2120 - 1362: Routine Check

"Won't you linger a while longer alongside the Martial Saint?"

Realizing Lan Peizhi's intent to depart, Jiang Chen, despite his deep understanding of her temperament, couldn't resist offering a courteous plea for her to remain.

It didn't matter if the Martial Saint desired extra moments with his elder sibling or a deeper sense of family ties.

"I'll visit again soon."

Lan Peizhi's reply caused Jiang Chen's eyelid to flicker just a touch.

Regrettably, that faint reaction didn't escape her sharp observation.

"Am I not wanted here?"

With a gentle tone and composed poise, Lan Peizhi inquired.

Jiang Chen swiftly composed himself, declaring resolutely, "How could that be? You'd be welcome to reside here forever without any issue."

As they drew within twenty or thirty meters of the Spring and Autumn Plaza's gateway, Lan Peizhi paused her steps.

Jiang Chen halted alongside her.

"Your invitation carries little weight, given that the residence isn't yours to command."

Blood Guanyin truly lives up to her reputation.

She strikes without a drop of blood.

The metaphorical slap across the face rang out sharply.

Jiang Chen offered a bitter grin, replying effortlessly, "You've encountered her before; she wouldn't object in the least."

This is what it feels like to face a true rival.

Lan Peizhi had crossed paths with Li Shuru only once, ages back, and her view of the young woman had evidently shifted since.

As the proverb states.

"Accept what's offered and hold your tongue."

No matter her extraordinary qualities as a female figure, she clung to her personal standards and outlook.

Like any other, she could witness her sibling's development.

Among the loyal and honorable, plenty resemble those who slay dogs for sport.

How could a figure guilty of repeated serious crimes, even deeds deserving of a thousand cuts, roam so unburdened today?

Certain individuals seem perilous and merciless, yet they embody the utmost in loyalty and justice.

"Convey my thanks to her."

Gazing at Lan Peizhi's silhouette fading into the dense shade of overhanging limbs, Jiang Chen experienced a surge of sentiment.

The elegance of some folks doesn't stem from outward show, but rather from an offhand motion or a plain phrase that stirs the soul.

"Mr. Jiang."

During his return journey on the path, Jiang Chen abruptly caught a voice calling out. He glanced forward.

Surprisingly, it was Cui Heng.

Jiang Chen immediately grasped the purpose.

Has Pei Yunxi come back from Hui City?

Precisely so.

She'd seldom devoted such extended periods to her folks previously; though a cold struck her midway, recovery must have come swiftly.

"Are you seeking Yun Xi?"

The pair drew nearer to one another.

"Indeed, after all this rest, invitations have stacked up massively for me, so I dropped by to talk things over with her."

A resigned grin played on Cui Heng's features.

Her tremendous sway accounts for it.

In truth, an entertainer's rank often falls short of a handler's, particularly for him as a former elite agent with vast networks and clout in the field—not forgetting his current role as CX Entertainment's de facto director.

Every one of the scores of talents at CX Entertainment defers to him, Jin Zhuxuan included. He alone makes the effort to show up in person for business chats.

"How did your discussion turn out?"

Jiang Chen queried, a smile lighting his face.

Cui Heng let out a sigh, "She's lost her drive for professional pursuits these days."

Wise folks always cut straight to the core.

Cui Heng was merely addressing the issue professionally, fulfilling his duties without any hint of ridicule, so with an air of detachment, eyes drifting past Cui Heng, he soothed, "I'll have a word with her myself."

"Then I'll rely on you, Mr. Jiang."

Far from a hassle.

Evidently, he holds the position of ultimate authority.

For the firm's star performer to slack off, it falls to him to provide direction, doesn't it?

Moreover, Cui Heng couldn't possibly be aware.

Pei Yunxi's waning career zeal stemmed mostly from one individual's sway.

On multiple occasions, including during their Myanmar trip, that person had floated the idea of her shifting from on-camera roles to production work.

Once Cui Heng departed, Jiang Chen proceeded inside, skillfully reaching the doorway of Pei Yunxi's opulent abode.

The mix-up regarding the illness felt rather embarrassing in retrospect, yet Jiang Chen had never been one to shrink or hesitate, thus he pressed the doorbell with bold assurance.

After about thirty seconds.

The entrance swung inward.

Her iconic egg-shaped visage, radiating a film-star allure, projected an air of refined luxury.

Unlike the aura of the freshly gone Lan Peizhi, this carried its own distinct flavor.

A vision of beauty akin to a vivid tableau; each type of loveliness paints its unique vista.

"Feeling better after that cold?"

Jiang Chen's initial remark, true to form, zeroed in on the very topic best avoided.

Yet his intent wasn't random.

Past events should stay in the past.

Circumstances now diverge from before.

At present, there's zero fear of rejection at the threshold, not even needing a sly move like wedging his foot to hold the door.

"I bumped into Cui Heng just now; he mentioned stopping by for work talks, but you weren't too open to it."

As he spoke, Jiang Chen stepped inside without waiting for an invite; a fellow ought to seize control rather than yield it to the lady, mastering the art of leading.

Luo Li'er was out.

Thus, he could speak freely without holding back.

"Take a look yourself."

Jiang Chen traced Pei Yunxi's line of sight.

Impressive.

Piles upon piles cluttered the low table, forming a modest peak.

"Did Cui Heng haul all these here on his own?"

Jiang Chen chuckled.

Such is the allure of peak celebrity.

No frantic hustling or schmoozing required; simply lounging at home brings offers cascading like winter flurries.

"That explains it."

Jiang Chen nodded, enlightenment dawning. Facing such an enormous backlog, ignoring them one after another would burden anyone.

"These must be the selections Cui Heng handpicked, yeah?"

Jiang Chen approached, settled into a seat, and plucked one at random for inspection.

Curious about its nature.

It proved to be a tentative deal for endorsing a global luxury sports car marque.

While apparel, beauty products, and scents are common fare, venerable sports car labels have long favored Western global icons and catwalk queens. What's prompting this outreach to an Asian performer now?