I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2140 - 1373: Happy New Year!

"Wow..."

The streetlights scorched the darkness of the evening.

As Li Shuru pulled into Spring and Autumn Plaza, she parked close to her place, and stepping out, a sudden breeze mysteriously tousled her flowing locks.

What does a woman chase after throughout her entire existence?

Her mind drifted to her companion Xu Siyi.

Riches.

Romance.

Position.

Prestige.

All the desires that others crave, it feels like she possesses every single one.

Yet the sole distinction lies in.

How long she gets to keep them.

However, when that fellow crossed her thoughts.

The college club event lingered in her memory forever.

For a man willing to stake his life on her behalf, was there any point in being so nitpicky?

Ignore the divides in the social hierarchy's strict codes.

Folks simply have to grasp this one truth.

Satisfaction leads to joy.

Had Si Yi held firm to her core values, chasing only worldly goods without letting ambitions inflate, would she suffer so?

Tucking the stray locks stirred by the wind behind her ear, Li Shuru gazed upon the upscale dwelling she'd owned back in her university years.

Due to its sparse population, Spring and Autumn Plaza turned eerie and silent after dark, yet the inner glows sufficed to chase away every weariness, infusing a cozy strength.

A smile tugged at her mouth without thought, and following a bit of extra work, CEO Li strode quickly toward her residence, surprised to discover it unusually bustling this evening.

"Miss Lan."

Spotting the visitor in the lounge, after a momentary shock, she flashed a refined grin and extended a courteous welcome.

Indeed.

Lan Peizhi had arrived once more.

The one known as Blood Guanyin, mid-conversation with another, turned her eyes, gave a faint nod, and replied with a subtle smile.

"Sorry to bother you."

This went beyond mere politeness.

It made perfect sense.

Considering that the deed to this multimillion-dollar estate lacked a certain person's signature.

"Sister Shurui."

Martial Saint and Tanki Liuli kept company nearby; Tanki Liuli observed the television steadily, thoughtfully turning down the sound, whereas Martial Saint wore an odd expression, seeming oddly wronged for no clear reason.

"Miss Lan, treat this like your own home. Martial Saint is part of our circle now. You're always invited here anytime."

What defines high emotional smarts?

From their initial encounter, Li Shuru had changed profoundly, now seated beside Jiang Chen with grace and steadiness.

Not claiming she could face off boldly, but she at least mustered the boldness to take the seat across.

In all these years, Lan Peizhi had dropped by just once before, yet in these recent few days, she'd shown up two times already.

Naturally.

This time around, Lan Peizhi hadn't initiated the visit herself; her sibling, Martial Saint, had sent out an "SOS" distress signal.

Sharing the same lineage, ultimately, one can't turn a blind eye to a plea from kin.

Once Pei Yunxi departed that afternoon, Jiang Chen could no longer contain himself. Serving as Martial Saint's interim overseer, he bore the obligation and authority to instruct. The boy was undeniably wild indoors; his folks hesitated to correct him, and his big sister remained distant, thus Jiang Chen stepped up to handle it, planning to give the lad a classic childhood lesson in bamboo shoot fried pork. Yet unexpectedly, the boy proved clever, barricading the door, and by the time Jiang Chen located the spare key and entered, the space stood vacant.

No way did this youngster possess magical abilities to soar away. Sure, he spent time with mystical figures like Daoist Duanmu daily, but even Duanmu escaped on foot alone. As Jiang Chen approached the bed and peered outward, what did he see?

Ha.

The sheet lay knotted into a makeshift rope dangling from the window.

Clearly, picking up outlaw skills from mystery series holds some truth.

Martial Saint made it back after two or three hours had passed.

Hmm.

And he wasn't by himself.

Trailing after him was his sibling, Blood Guanyin.

In truth, by that point, Boss Jiang's temper had settled, with the belt snugly back in place. Still, it bears noting that having no siblings isn't ideal; at times, family backup proves essential.

"Did Martial Saint stir up any issues?"

The formal chit-chat kicked off.

Could the esteemed Blood Guanyin grasp the essence of "politeness"?

Hearing her, Mr. Jiang shot her an involuntary look.

Were today's happenings not considered problems?

True understanding comes only from direct involvement.

He at last comprehended how tales from mere three mouths turn into beasts and how constant falsehoods twist views, realizing why Pei Yunxi managed to circulate rumors in Hui City transforming a mere flu into expecting a child.

His medical checkup plainly confirmed all was fine, aligning with a fit grown man's criteria, so how on earth did it morph into—sterility?

With that in mind, he couldn't resist eyeing Martial Saint once more.

Martial Saint offered a sheepish grin, hastily dropping his eyes to the opulent tiles below, toes itching to burrow into the floor from mortification.

He held no grudge against Brother Jiang Chen's anger.

Which guy could endure that kind of "defamation"?

Were he in the hot seat with false claims, he'd definitely retaliate.

Yet he genuinely hadn't intended to make waves.

Pure worry had spurred him on.

"No, ever since Martial Saint arrived, things have gotten more vibrant around here. Miss Lan, he's faring well; no need for concern."

Oblivious to what transpired earlier, Li Shuru continued with her warm words, as Martial Saint, wracked with guilt, absorbed them in growing remorse.

"Brother Jiang Chen, I messed up; I won't spout rubbish again."

Martial Saint lifted his head warily.

Li Shuru picked up on the odd vibe and questioned her partner, "What's happening here?"

"I shouldn't have mentioned..."

Martial Saint started to voice his regret, only for Jiang Chen to cut in, "Head upstairs and think it over properly."

Tsk.

Absolutely abusing his power without restraint.

With the boy's sister present right there, he dared to order him about, clearly crossing every line.