I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2141 - 1373: Happy New Year! (2)

Yet, oddly enough, Lan Peizhi completely overlooked Jiang Chen's overstepping actions.

This makes her a proper guardian.

No indulgence.

No bias.

Since she had handed her brother over to him for safekeeping, she figured she shouldn't meddle too much.

"Oh!"

The ex-Martial Saint had never owned up to errors before, always acting superior no matter his faults, chin held high, but now his mindset had changed. Upon hearing Jiang Chen's command, he headed straight upstairs without protest.

Li Shuru observed the scene, a touch of awkwardness washing over her, considering the actual sibling was present.

On the other hand, Mr. Jiang stayed composed, just like Lan Peizhi, seeing no issue at all.

"Can't you speak kindly for once?"

Li Shuru gripped her boyfriend's arm and murmured softly.

"That boy snatched your bonsai and handed it to a girl in his class."

"Ah..."

Li Shuru froze in shock.

Lan Peizhi offered a subtle smile.

Noticing the faint grin on this famed woman's lips, Li Shuru caught on fast and swatted at someone, "Even if the Martial Saint spouts rubbish, he picked it up from you."

"How long have I even been around him?"

Jiang Chen shot back in defense right away.

"Then whose fault is it? I haven't been with him that long myself."

With that, their eyes both turned toward Tanki Liuli, who lingered nearby.

Alright.

Innocent folks were getting pulled into this.

Poor Daoist Duanmu hadn't wronged anyone, so why pin it on her?

Truth be told, regarding today's incident, Daoist Duanmu bore some fault.

Indifference can itself be a wrongdoing at times.

Had she stepped in to shield the Martial Saint, would Lan Peizhi have needed to come personally? Given her abilities, dealing with him would've been effortless.

Right before leaping from the window to flee, the Martial Saint had pondered this very point. But after weighing it carefully, he opted for the most secure path to safeguard himself.

Once you've accepted kindness, you can't gripe; though Sister Liuli is the elder sister's junior sister, Jiang Chen now serves as her "benefactor," covering her meals, outfits, home, and rides. How could he burden Sister Liuli with the chaos he'd caused?

"Has Jin Se reached out to you?"

Lan Peizhi steered the conversation elsewhere, easing someone's tension, yet the mention of Cao Jinse made his pulse race.

What was this about?

Had word reached Kyoto?

The Martial Saint's matter was one thing—at most, it was well-meant but misguided—but surely Lan Peizhi wouldn't fuss over that, right?

"No, our last chat was after I returned from Korea."

"Looks like she hasn't found the moment to update you."

Jiang Chen let out a relieved breath.

It clearly wasn't tied to his personal secrets.

"What's going on?"

"Old Mr. Fang might not pull through."

Jiang Chen's face grew grave.

"Is there truly no hope?"

Lan Peizhi eyed him, "Can you revive the departed?"

Jiang Chen glanced at today's display of skills by Tanki Liuli and quipped, "Perhaps she could give it a shot."

"Liuli isn't a physician," Li Shuru cut in.

If they're resorting to terms like "bringing back the dead," it signals the situation is hopeless. Considering Old Mr. Fang's prominence, he must have received top-tier global care, but no matter how far medicine advances, it can't defy the cycle of life and death.

"I just attended a funeral in Japan not long ago."

Jiang Chen let out a quiet sigh.

He harbored issues with the Fang Family, yet for the Fang Family's founding elder—who held clear grudges against him but still received him cordially—he held a measure of impartial regard.

The failings of the younger generation can't all be laid at the elders' feet. Often, it's the offspring who squander the legacy built by their forebears.

"Jinse likely kept it from you to avoid bothering you."

Jiang Chen managed a bitter grin, then met her gaze and inquired, "Do you believe I ought to attend?"

"That's for you to decide."

Lan Peizhi replied coolly, providing no guidance.

Jiang Chen fell into thought.

Unaware of their discussion, Li Shuru stayed quiet. She rose at the right moment, "You two talk; I'll go see to the Martial Saint."

She gave Lan Peizhi a courteous smile.

Lan Peizhi followed her ascent with her eyes.

"Where's Fang Jun?"

"He's nearly up for parole."

Jiang Chen nodded.

Not every grudge needs full resolution.

You don't always have to crush your rivals utterly.

Leaving room for others means leaving a path for yourself.

"Time passes so quickly."

Jiang Chen noted, his words laden with implication.

By Fang Jun's prison term, even a regular inmate slaving away inside couldn't hope for release this year.

The sacrifices parents and grandparents make for their kin are hard to grasp fully. Even their passing might serve as a final gift to the family line.

"Fang Jun owes you his thanks."

Lan Peizhi stated earnestly.

An elder at home is akin to a family treasure.

This rings especially true in elite clans.

Countless seniors act as the bedrock of their households. Should they falter, the whole lineage could plunge into disorder. Judging by Fang Jun's past conduct before his incarceration, without those trials, once Old Mr. Fang departed, Fang Jun's fate would've been far grimmer sans his shield.

Sometimes, a tumble serves as a warning of the chasm ahead.

"Don't put it that way. He doesn't need to thank me, but he should be grateful to his grandfather for cherishing him so deeply."

It stemmed from a mix-up.

Lan Peizhi hadn't shown up today to support her brother, evidently.

"For matters like this going forward, just call; no need to visit in person."

Jiang Chen suggested.

It echoed how he'd treated Pei Yunxi that afternoon.

Hardly welcoming at all.

"Resorting to force isn't the best way to teach. Reasoning it out works better."

Jiang Chen was caught off guard by her remark.

Had he misheard?

Reasoning it out.

Such words emerging from Blood Guanyin's lips?

Before Jiang Chen could respond, Lan Peizhi rose to her feet.

Noticing this, Jiang Chen held back, "Liuli, walk your senior sister to the door."

He knew how to delegate, staying put while assigning another. Still, lounging in front of the screen too much harms health and calls for some movement, to avoid turning into a bespectacled sloth...

Hold on.

That idea wasn't half bad.

Match it with certain attire.

Click.

Boosts piled up to the limit.

Tanki Liuli grabbed the remote to halt the show, then got up and truly obeyed Jiang Chen by seeing Lan Peizhi off.

They were obviously senior and junior sisters.

Why did their bond feel so strained?

Having Tanki Liuli escort the visitor wasn't from sloth. Jiang Chen meant well, aiming to foster more talk between the two sisters. Once Tanki Liuli and Lan Peizhi stepped out, he climbed the stairs.

"Where's Miss Lan?"

Rooftop garden.

Li Shuru had actually gone up to tend her bonsai.

"She's left."

Jiang Chen approached, "How's the Martial Saint boy holding up?"

"Following your orders, mulling over his mistakes in his room."

"Mulling over his mistakes? For real?"

"Didn't you instruct him to do just that? If you're doubting, go see yourself."

They'd come specifically to verify, and nothing was amiss. Li Shuru added, "What did he mess up to rile you so much that even Miss Lan got involved?"

"Best not to dwell on it."

Li Shuru kept sprinkling water on the bonsai, once more taken in by someone, shifting focus, "Who was that talk with Miss Lan about someone being on the brink of death?"

"Someone important enough for official broadcasts to announce it."

Li Shuru displayed no astonishment.

"Then you ought to head there."

Jiang Chen hesitated, then grinned and probed, "You think so?"

Li Shuru likely grasped only fragments of the tangled history and hadn't caught the full exchange before going up. As she watered, she remarked, "The world of Jianghu isn't just brawls and bloodshed; it's about connections and bonds."

Mimicking the dramatic flair from television.

It appeared Tanki Liuli's viewing habits had rubbed off on her subtly.

Jiang Chen couldn't suppress a chuckle, wrapping his arms around his girlfriend's supple waist from the back, "President Li's outlook is expanding nicely."

"Cut it out. Trying to sweet-talk me to death?"

"No. I mean it genuinely."

The Li Shuru who was watering halted abruptly, embraced from behind without resisting, and whispered gently, "Can your health take it anymore?"

"..."

Had she glimpsed that medical report too?