I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2143 - 1374: Then You Come_2

While calling the Star Sky Mother Ship unrealistic could hold some truth, Tianci Capital—this hastily launched kayak—has quietly transformed into a formidable, independent battleship.

Jiang Chen only grasped this fact after the day's meeting had wrapped up.

To draw a somewhat fitting comparison.

It's akin to parents handing their newborn off to grandparents. You catch glimpses of the kid frequently, yet suddenly, you notice the child developing their own ideas, venturing into the wider world, leaving you in a state of puzzled surprise.

"When did you purchase that house without bothering to inform us?"

Post-meeting, the group of rising stars gathered for a meal in the executive dining area.

"Does such a small thing really need announcing? It's merely a residence."

"A 400-square-meter flat, and that's just a residence. Mr. Luo truly lives large."

"Brother Luo's neighborhood features a rooftop helipad."

Bai Zheli chimed in.

In the opulent East Sea region, it's truly a prime spot for lavish spending. With sufficient influence, you can craft the perfect lifestyle you crave right here.

"Not just helicopters landing, but a private doctor available around the clock too."

Li Shao piled on more details.

"Why spill all this to Director Jiang? My place isn't even pricier than Li Xue Mei's Spring and Autumn Plaza estate."

Steering clear of the banter, Jiang Chen asked, "What about you all? Considered getting your own places yet?"

Since Tianci Capital's founding, the trio had stuck to a shared flat near the office, and that setup remained unchanged. Sure, Luo Peng snagged a new spot at last, yet he seldom stayed over, mostly crashing at the apartment with the other three.

Though Luo Peng began at the top among them, boasting the strongest family ties—and bluntly put, the deepest pockets, even over Boss Jiang—the gaps in their origins had all but vanished by now.

Luo Peng could snag a 400-square-meter riverside luxury home, and Li Shao with Bai Zheli could manage the same without issue. Money wasn't the barrier.

"No hurry on our end. Brother Luo got his because of family ties, but Shao and I remain single, so bunking together works fine. Plus, with property values dropping steadily, waiting means snagging a better deal."

"Classic finance mind at work—Little Bai, you always crunch the numbers sharp." Luo Peng remarked with a sigh.

"No surprise there; is it for marriage then?"

Jiang Chen prodded playfully.

"Not exactly, I just grabbed it on a whim."

"Then why skip moving in?"

"What's the haste? Moments like this make solo living feel extra valuable. Once I settle in, it'd be tough going back to this setup."

Blunt as ever.

He'd overlooked Li Shuru's presence entirely.

"Fresh notion popping up?"

Jiang Chen wondered if old patterns were resurfacing.

"Nah. Wan Qing feels the same; our current vibe suits us, no rush to live together yet."

"Cough, cough..."

The usually composed Li Shao couldn't suppress a couple of hearty coughs at that.

Bai Zheli kept quiet, face oddly twisted, focusing on his plate.

"Li Xue Mei, don't get the wrong idea; I meant nothing by it."

Luo Peng caught on and hurried to clarify: "I'm not like Jiang Chen. You know my past wasn't spotless, so now I aim for something genuine..."

"So his wasn't genuine?"

Li Shuru caught the drift and fired back on purpose.

Luo Peng got tongue-tied.

In the end, Bai Zheli adjusted his glasses, his slim frame quivering faintly.

"Exactly, you're thinking too superficially. What makes a relationship real got nothing to do with shacking up or not?"

Jiang Chen rose swiftly, backing his girlfriend as he grilled Luo Peng: "You feeling okay health-wise?"

"How's health even relevant?"

The dorm's former go-to for romance advice, who loved screening Japanese films with the guys, Luo Peng drew a blank this time.

Jiang Chen skipped the explanation, finishing his last mouthful, "Take your time eating."

Once Jiang Chen departed, as Luo Peng mulled it over, enlightenment hit, his features contorting, muttering curses under his breath before eyeing Li Shuru, "He's getting too cocky; Li Xue Mei, don't let him run wild—you gotta set him straight."

Meal over, Jiang Chen headed straight out of Tianci Capital, driving solo back to Spring and Autumn Plaza, with takeout from the cafeteria on the front seat.

It was meant for Daoist Sister.

Martial Saint's monthly break concluded, and he'd been dropped off at school today. Daoist Sister shifted from guard duty to household help. Though she embraced it freely, Jiang Chen refused to treat it casually or overlook her efforts.

Three entrees plus soup—a hearty spread.

He'd specifically gotten two portions of rice.

Arriving at Spring and Autumn Plaza before one, he'd rushed off precisely so Daoist Sister wouldn't go hungry, especially after Martial Saint mentioned how, during his school absences, Tanki Liuli subsisted on munchies for meals, even resorting to instant noodles now and then.

She's blending into modern life more each day.

Jiang Chen figured by now, after seeing Martial Saint off, she'd returned home, likely snacking while bingeing shows, but upon entering, the house felt eerily still—no sign in the living room, TV dark atop the sleek Himalayan salt slab, utter hush.

One had to admit.

The abrupt quiet caught Jiang Chen off guard for a second.

He approached the coffee table, setting down the takeout.

Tanki Liuli might be embracing some "laziness" these days, skipping solo cooking, but she maintained spotless order— no litter in her hangouts, table and couch impeccably tidy.

"Liuli, lunch is ready."

Jiang Chen guessed she could be napping, so he called out while ascending, yet reaching Tanki Liuli's bedroom door, his knocks went unanswered; twisting the handle revealed an empty space, only a faint, signature aroma hanging in the air.

A fragrance no mortal could replicate.

"Squeak."

Respecting boundaries, Jiang Chen eased the door shut without stepping in, pulled out his cell, and dialed Daoist Sister with growing intrigue.

"You not home? I grabbed food for you."

"Hmm, I'm out."

Out?

Jiang Chen blinked in shock, descending to peer out the mansion windows, "Where exactly?"

"Back soon."

Jiang Chen's curiosity deepened.

Had she popped over to Pei Yunxi's for another "chat"?

Probably not.

Martial Saint was away.

Knowing Tanki Liuli's nature, she wouldn't intrude solo.

"You still in the neighborhood?"

"No, I headed out."

What now...

How could she be this adorable.

"Where to? Seeing your senior sister?"

Jiang Chen probed further, unable to resist.

How could he not worry about letting someone like her wander freely?

Even considering.

Her exceptional prowess.

"No."

Tanki Liuli plainly wasn't skilled at fibbing. Pushed by Jiang Chen's persistence, she admitted, "I went to meet a friend."

Skipping details might've worked better; this only scrambled Jiang Chen's thoughts worse.

Daoist Duanmu.

Friend.

Such an unlikely combo of words.

Raised in secluded mountains, and post-descent, her circle included only folks like them—friends from where?

Unless.

Online acquaintance?

Was she off to link up with a net pal?

Jiang Chen's brow furrowed instinctively, brushing past her superhuman abilities, "Why keep it from me? I could've tagged along; the world's full of shady types these days—Little Dragon Girl, remember?"

Stuck in his usual mindset, Comrade Jiang Chen fixated on the online friend angle, already picturing those sleazy scenarios with yellow-haired creeps.

"Tell me where; I'm heading there now."

He declared firmly, brooking no debate, his tone unusually commanding—perhaps the first time so assertive with Daoist Sister.

"No need."

Predictable.

Fitting the plot twist, just like girls duped by creeps brushing off their folks.

"I mean it; if you won't say, I'll ring your senior sister."

Utterly stubborn.

What right did he have, resorting to kid tactics like snitching?

Yet as the proverb notes.

Weigh the motive, not the method.

His concern was purely for her well-being.

"...Alright, then hurry over."

Victory at last.

Except.

Why'd her voice carry a hint of sulkiness?