I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2138 - 1372: Happy Lunar New Year’s Eve!

Previously on I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping...

After an intimate night with Li Shuru, who leaves for work with a kiss, Jiang Chen rests until Martial Saint wakes him around noon, mentioning a guest and lunch. He discovers Martial Saint chatting casually with the Japanese princess Ya Yi and advises caution about their contact. In the kitchen, Pei Yunxi assists Liuli in preparing nourishing black-bone chicken soup for Jiang Chen's recovery, leading to an awkward conversation in the living room where she envies his carefree life. As they prepare to eat, Jiang Chen hands Pei Yunxi a crumpled paper titled "Dynamic Parameter Analysis Report," prompting her shocked accusation of him being a pervert.

"Sister Yunxi, what’s wrong?"

The unexpected sound from Pei Yunxi echoed into the dining area, pulling the Martial Saint's focus right away.

Noticing her rattled state, he inquired with careful hesitation.

For the Martial Saint, Pei Yunxi stood as an idol, a goddess, a divine figure beyond reach, yet as days passed, that sense of remoteness gradually diminished.

Naturally.

The deep respect lingered on.

Facing the Martial Saint's inquisitive and confused look, Pei Yunxi steadied her nerves, though her slim fingers clenched tighter on their own, wrinkling the newly stamped medical report once more.

Drawing in a soft breath, she swiftly restored her composure.

"It’s nothing."

Her performance skills shone brilliantly, hitting a peak of flawless poise, yet the Martial Saint's sharp eye for faces had already spotted the balled-up sheet in her grip.

What could stir Sister Yunxi to such agitation?

Curiosity burned inside him, but unlike a typical youth, he masked his eager thoughts with a steady facade, responding offhandedly, "Then Sister Yunxi, let’s eat."

"Mm."

The flush drained from Pei Yunxi’s cheeks in plain sight, returning her to that fragile, jade-smooth hue.

Instead of joining the table at once, she first stepped over to the wastebasket to discard the "trash" she clutched.

The Martial Saint lingered courteously in place, and as Pei Yunxi moved past, he grabbed the chance to hurry to the bin, fish out the wadded paper, and in a flash, smooth it open.

"Oh my gosh!"

Despite the folds, the words stood out clearly enough. A brief scan made the Martial Saint's features twitch, blurring the finer points from his mind. His quick wits kicked in fast, sensing the urgency, so he whipped out his phone, captured an image of the document, stored it away, then balled the sheet up again just like before and dropped it back inside.

Back at the dining table, acting as if all was normal, he found his respected Brother Jiang Chen already savoring the black chicken broth.

"Did you make this yourself? Not ordered?"

"Mm."

The diligent Daoist Sister gave a nod, showing no signs of grumbling about the labor.

"It’s comparable to a five-star chef."

Jiang Chen offered lavish compliments, slurping down another hearty mouthful.

He truly craved that boost of vitality.

Pure benefit, zero downside.

The Martial Saint slipped into his chair quietly, staying silent while locking his gaze on Jiang Chen.

Even if the full view had escaped him earlier, he grasped the nature of that medical document.

A profound weight settled over his chest.

Oh heavens!

Why would such bad luck strike Brother Jiang Chen?

"What are you staring at me for? Eat."

Jiang Chen caught the Martial Saint's intense stare.

"Oh, eating."

The Martial Saint shot back promptly, but in the end, his lack of worldly savvy gave him away; while dishing out his portion, he ended up clumsily spilling a bit.

Luckily, Jiang Chen barely spared him a glance.

Truth be told, the Martial Saint wasn't alone; someone else kept a close watch on the head of the household too.

"Serve some for Sister Yunxi too."

Jiang Chen directed upon spotting it.

"No need, I’ll get it myself."

Pei Yunxi proved her status as a rare gem in the entertainment world, turning down the Martial Saint's aid and having pitched in at the stove earlier on her own accord.

Of course.

If her efforts truly assisted or just got in the way, the Daoist Sister kept mum, but her motives rang pure and kind.

"Which dish did you make?"

Jiang Chen posed the blunt query without a second thought.

Pei Yunxi fell quiet, her eyes sharpening like a hidden dagger, dull with rust and ready to infect with its sting.

"So you weren’t helping, but learning?"

Jiang Chen's tough hide shrugged off Pei Yunxi’s piercing glare as he sipped his broth and chuckled, "Even though you’re experienced, tuition is still due."

Is this how you treat a guest?

Aren’t you afraid they’ll never come back?

"Big Brother, does Sister Yunxi have to cook herself?"

The Martial Saint stepped in to ease the tension, even with his mind in turmoil, aware that without his touch, this meal—no, this whole home—might unravel.

"Sister Yunxi, have some soup."

"Mm, the soup tastes really good."

Jiang Chen agreed, showering praise on the Daoist Sister’s cooking talents.

"Have some more."

Pei Yunxi urged with a deeper intent, stunned that he’d even visit the clinic for that kind of exam; her prior comment had dripped with irony.

Wait.

What did those numbers on the report signify?

Was there an issue or not?

This moment wasn’t ideal for questions, but seeing him devour and drink with such gusto, it probably wasn’t grave, right?

Credit where due, Pei Yunxi’s deductive skills worked sharply. Beyond her cool reason, the green Martial Saint fell short there, his thoughts stuck on the report snapshot as he picked at his food without appetite.

To him, this figure wasn’t merely a mentor, but a likely future brother-in-law; trouble down there spelled real disaster.

Could destiny be this harsh?

At last, a guy wins his sister’s favor and steps into their lives, only to turn out barren?