I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2171 - 1389: One-Sided Affection (2)

It appears that this is her workspace.

With zero desire to listen in, she pivoted and departed.

Within the office.

Normally, these two rivals would be locked in a fierce stare-down, swords at the ready, yet after Cao Jinse's exit, they held their composure. "Young Master Fang, just say what you need. I'll handle it if it's in my power."

Ye Tingxuan's words from the day before rang true.

Allies multiply when you have backing; foes dwindle without it.

Adding an ally, or reducing a rival at minimum, always proves beneficial.

"Once you're in the military, it's like plunging into an ocean—you can't surface easily. So, I'd like Mr. Jiang to watch over a certain person for me."

After Fang Jun voiced this, both men shared a subtle grin.

Without Cao Jinse's presence as a mediator, the office's vibe didn't suddenly turn hostile or charged. Rather, it grew more relaxed and breezy.

"Man or woman?"

Jiang Chen inquired casually.

"Hasn't Mr. Jiang figured it out already?"

"Hu Die?"

Fang Jun confirmed with a nod.

Jiang Chen's face stayed neutral.

Such domineering types who harm others before suffering harm themselves are truly uncommon.

"I'm unsure what Young Master Fang intends. Is Miss Hu Die facing some threat?"

Fang Jun skipped the question, "Hu Die can provide Mr. Jiang with substantial assistance, surpassing even what Du Enqin offers."

Cutting straight to the essence, hitting the heart of the matter.

No superfluous chatter.

Folks from varied backgrounds converse in utterly distinct styles.

Du Enqin.

The unexpectedly odd figure of the Peace Hotel proprietor popped into his thoughts unbidden.

Jiang Chen stayed cool and collected.

The other side's operations in Myanmar were hardly confidential anymore.

"Doesn't Young Master Fang worry that keeping her close could invite even bigger risks?"

Fang Jun shook his head briefly, "Mr. Jiang would never sell out or ditch his people."

What do you call this?

This is what they term credibility and reliability.

It doesn't form in a day; it builds through layers of actions and tales over years.

Du Boss from Peace Hotel came on board later, but he's thriving even more in Myanmar these days.

"If Young Master Fang really wants to shield her, the smarter path might be letting her live a regular life."

Fang Jun went quiet, offering no reply.

Fine enough.

What a farce that would be.

Trapped in society's chains, lacking freedom to move, that's not just movie dialogue—it's the harsh truth for countless individuals.

Take Xia Wanqing's sibling, Xia Chuchen, who got pushed into drugs and shipped to Myanmar; even he struggles to reclaim a normal existence, imagine for Miss Hu Die.

Prior to Fang Jun's imprisonment, she probably served as his key secret agent.

"No issue, I can accept Young Master Fang's favor, however."

"However what?"

"Has Young Master Fang consulted her view on this?"

Jiang Chen put it bluntly, "Such matters can't be decided unilaterally."

Vague yet loaded with implications.

Fang Jun nodded gradually, "Mr. Jiang makes a valid point. I ought to check her willingness first."

Jiang Chen held his tongue, knowing when to halt; certain topics need no further dissection from his position.

"Apologies for intruding."

Fang Jun rose and offered his hand.

The pair clasped hands in parting.

Jiang Chen escorted him to the exit, observed his departure, then directed his assistant to summon Cao Jinse.

"That was swift?"

Cao Jinse entered with a coffee in hand.

"He requested I safeguard Hu Die."

Jiang Chen admitted plainly.

Cao Jinse displayed mild astonishment, sipped her coffee, "I never thought he'd truly value that lady."

"What do you mean by 'never thought'? She's been by his side, handling the grimy and exhausting jobs, and she's not unattractive—how could he remain indifferent?"

Cao Jinse shot him a sideways look, "You act like you know plenty?"

"I know more than you do."

"One compliment and you get ideas. Did you consent?"

Jiang Chen shook his head.

"Good call, you're clever. Caring for others is the biggest hassle."

"The issue isn't hassle at all."

Jiang Chen noted, "It's whether she's agreeable or not."

"Explain that."

Jiang Chen elaborated calmly, "Fang Jun aims to guard her, but she may not desire his guarding."

"Huh?"

Cao Jinse wore a confused expression, as if still grasping it.

Jiang Chen stayed steady, delving further, "Ever come across the verse about the King of Xiang's dream where the goddess remains indifferent?"

"So you're implying Fang Jun's affection is unreciprocated?"

Unrequited feelings.

That's the term Boss Jiang had let slip.

Brushing off Princess Cao's apparent shock, Jiang Chen glanced at her coffee.

"Why no cup for me?"

"How could I predict you'd wrap up so soon?"

Jiang Chen said nothing.

Princess Cao paused briefly before setting down the coffee and sliding it his way, "Yours now."

To this, someone quipped, "You expect me to sip from what you've tasted?"

Cao Jinse's features hardened instantly, her sharp brows knitting, "Drink it or don't?"

Wisdom lies in knowing when to back down.

Jiang Chen, adept at flexing or yielding, quit the protest right away and quietly took the coffee.

"Finish every drop."

"..."

The reluctant fellow lifted the cup and drained it, displaying the empty vessel as evidence.

Sure enough, he consumed it completely.

Only then did Cao Jinse appear content.

"If she's against it, wouldn't Fang Jun realize?"

Her mood shifted as rapidly as it flared, a trait among Princess Cao's myriad positive qualities—no lingering resentments.

"Whether he knows or ignores it changes nothing."

Jiang Chen set aside the vacant cup and proceeded to gently instruct Princess Cao, the newcomer to romantic matters.

"True compatibility is rare fortune; in love, people frequently pursue what they know to avoid."

Words to ponder.

Cao Jinse went still, lost in contemplation it seemed.

Is she feigning innocence, or truly in the dark?

Jiang Chen stole a peek at her, noting her blank look, coughed lightly, and pressed on with personal insight, "By reason, given their circumstances and deep ties, Hu Die lacks options, save for one possibility."

"Which one?"

Princess Cao proved quite receptive.

"Hu Die harbors feelings for another."

As he spoke, Boss Jiang gazed vaguely at a corner of the room, exuding a rugged, profound aura.

Cao Jinse showed no reaction, instead chuckling appreciatively, "Ah, you live up to the reputation of East University's playboy—quite the authority. All those romances weren't for nothing."

Down at the Great Wall Group building.

Fang Jun entered the vehicle.

The chauffeur was male.

"Young Master Fang, Zhong Xiaoye from Haojiang sent word via a messenger, hoping to arrange a meeting with you."

"Who is that?"

Fang Jun clearly lacked familiarity with the name; after years locked away, the external landscape had transformed immensely.

"A ex-subordinate of Yu Guangrong who climbed during Yu's collapse, now flourishing in Haojiang."

Even a simple driver spoke so boldly of the Haojiang underworld boss.

This stemmed from the Fang clan's heavy blows, the elder's passing, and Fang Jun's recent release.

Had it been pre-incarceration, his arrogance would've been off the charts.

Though labeling it arrogance might not fit precisely.

So what if the Fang Family's glory has faded? That so-called Haojiang ruler, with ventures across borders, lacks a straight line to him and must use intermediaries.

Still, the ruler's intelligence lagged, outdated, oblivious to Young Master Fang's impending military service and return.

On the verge of joining the forces, compelled to hand off his longtime partner's care, how could he bother with more?

Fang Jun displayed no response, staring outside.

"Let's go."

At a luxurious mainland gathering, Zhong Xiaoye with his oiled-back hair had wrapped up a media photo session and, upon exiting the stage, got word that soured his spirits.

Types like him forever hold faith that wealth performs wonders.

Thus, forging ties bound by money remains his steadfast endeavor, yielding great results, with associates and allies nationwide.

Satisfaction with status quo never suited him.

And the capital surely formed a vital thread in this network.

"The old man's gone, yet he acts superior?"

Learning of the refusal, his brow jerked, a dark glint crossed his gaze, and he dismissed his followers, turning back to the press with a radiant grin.