I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2166 - 1387: Divine Retribution!

When it comes to verbal prowess, the pair holds their own equally well.

Boss Jiang appeared aloof, yet deep down, he felt genuine admiration.

Prince Ye comes across as perfect; he excels in singing, dancing, and rapping. Plus, he's undoubtedly talented on the basketball court as well.

After several rounds of banter, Yuan Run's throat dried out first, so she swigged some wine and turned aside, apparently done wasting words.

Ye Tingxuan, who held no bias against women, chose to quit while he was ahead and went quiet, allowing the heated tension to ease for the moment.

"Miss Yuan, have you graduated yet?"

Noticing the duo pausing, Jiang Chen spoke up once more.

"Nearly there, I'm pondering internship spots."

"Pfft."

A sharp burst of laughter echoed.

"What's so funny?"

Yuan Run shot a look that way, spotting the Young Prince grinning widely, clearly entertained.

"Yuan girl, you're looking for an internship? I'd tip my hat to any firm bold enough to take you on!"

"Ye, quit the mockery. At least I'm, Yuan Run, independent, not like you, a disgraceful parasite feeding off your folks!"

"Tsk tsk."

In response to Yuan Run's fierce retort, the Young Prince remained unfazed, simply dusting off his suit like it was mere lint.

"You, independent?"

He eyed the Knight Montrachet wine before Yuan Run, "Yuan girl, how does a student not yet graduated afford this vintage? Is it my understanding that's off, or does a star pupil from Huaqing not grasp what independence truly means?"

"My buddy covered it, what's wrong with that?"

Yuan Run fired back instantly, full of assurance.

One must concede, they're well-matched foes, no pushovers here.

Naturally, a pal footing the bill is fine.

Yet her ongoing tabs at Apang Palace and the loaded card—surely not all courtesy of companions, huh?

Still, as the proprietor, Boss Jiang wouldn't call her out.

Business thrives on prioritizing patrons, and Yuan Run's expenditures count, whereas Prince Ye...

He's merely crashing for free sips at worst.

"Yuan girl, drop the tough act, I won't mock you. Your kin could whip up ventures for you to toy with over years, leading to marriage. For a lady, indulging in nonstop fun daily isn't proper."

Ha.

The Young Prince today carries an almost advisory air, like an elder sibling.

Ye Tingxuan's words ring true enough; internships suit the average crowd, but with her lineage, triumph comes effortlessly in any pursuit.

Ordinary people dig through dirt for nuggets, whereas others need only utter a phrase, and riches arrive gleaming on a platter.

Such as inventing a role tailored just for her.

Roles chase after individuals.

Countless fields function similarly.

These are pastime schemes that bored elite offspring devise to pass time or affirm their value.

A whole life of feasting, boozing, and frolicking won't suffice.

We're more than empty husks.

Emptiness creeps in.

"Ye, who do you think you are, lecturing me on paths and suitors? What gives you the right? You're no kid anymore, so why the single status? Ah, nobody tolerates you, eh? Pfft, pitiful, your lineage might just fade away."

"Bang!"

Ye Tingxuan pounded the table, rattling the dishes and glasses, which jolted Jiang Chen.

"What, gonna strike me?"

Yuan Run showed no fear, instead jutting her chin out with her plump, rounded cheeks, "Bring it if you've got the guts!"

Mr. Jiang stayed composed, opting not to step in right away.

Though Prince Ye can be whimsical and unpredictable, based on all interactions since they met, he's merely "quirky," not deranged, far from a reckless fool without boundaries.

"Hit you? And risk a setup? Didn't you spot the mosquito?"

"Meh."

Yuan Run scoffed dismissively, flashing her tiny tiger fangs in challenge, then lifted her glass toward Jiang Chen—maybe bored or irked by a certain someone—and clinked with him before descending the stairs.

"Sigh, this lass truly hasn't matured a bit."

Ye Tingxuan shook his head, displaying uncharacteristic maturity.

"The Young Prince and Miss Yuan make a fine pair."

Jiang Chen remarked steadily.

"Ahem."

Ye Tingxuan's eyes bulged, almost sputtering his beverage.

"I meant they clash at the drop of a hat."

Jiang Chen clarified.

Ye Tingxuan dabbed his lips, exhaled, "Things weren't always this way; it kicked off after I treated her to dinner and skipped out on paying."

"Skipped out on paying?"

"Yep, ages back, when cashless payments weren't widespread. I left my wallet behind, asked her to hang tight in the place while I fetched some cash..."

"And then?"

"Then I bolted."

"..."

Jiang Chen's eyelid flickered, doubting it, so he pressed, "You abandoned her solo like that?"

"Uh-huh."

Ye Tingxuan expressed zero remorse, "She's female, and Kyoto's her home ground; it wouldn't faze her."

"How old were you then?"

"Teens, middle school days, fuzzy on the exact year."

Jiang Chen got it in a flash.

Small wonder Yuan Run treats him so harshly and brands him a penniless type.

He earned that ire fair and square.

"...Young Prince, your actions back then were improper."

Jiang Chen ultimately championed justice.

"I made amends afterward, but she rejected them. She kept pushing her sibling to thrash me, sigh, such a bother."

Observing Ye Tingxuan sip and sulk, could this be the origin of the feud between Northern Yuan and Southern Ye?

"Owning up to errors with apologies is correct. Yet it doesn't guarantee absolution every time."