I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2191 - 1400: Damn!

Upon hearing Fang Jun's name, a faint disturbance stirred in the lifeless depths of Hu Die's eyes.

"Has Young Master Fang departed already?"

Jiang Chen offered a subtle smile.

"You shouldn't be posing that query to me—doesn't that fall under your domain?"

Hu Die fell back into quietness.

"Haven't you and he been apart for quite some time now?"

With the other person showing no interest in the meal, or maybe not feeling peckish at all, Jiang Chen chose not to press the issue.

Hu Die stood motionless and wordless, thereby silently affirming it.

"I might lack the authority to comment, yet as someone observing from the outside, Young Master Fang—or should I say the present version of Young Master Fang—genuinely desires your happiness."

Her silky tresses draped over her shoulders. Hu Die pressed her lips together and stayed mute, though her gaze held a subtle shift from when she had first entered.

"No need to reply right away. Head home and mull it over carefully."

Hu Die glanced at him before pivoting away.

"Just heading out like this?"

Youmao expressed her displeasure, "Little Song's guidance must be lacking—such poor etiquette."

Jiang Chen brushed it aside and grasped his chopsticks.

While he maintained his composure, Youmao couldn't muster the same patience, driven by overwhelming curiosity.

Despite the short and straightforward exchange earlier, it unpacked a wealth of intriguing details.

"Could it be that she harbors resentment toward Little Song out of lingering affection?"

Though accustomed to her manner, Jiang Chen nearly sputtered in surprise.

This serves as the reason behind the adage against chatting during meals or rest.

"Liking a person holds no fault, nor does disliking one."

Boss Jiang stayed balanced and fair in his view. Having once been a devoted simp, this kind of insight remains elusive for many.

Youmao nodded pensively, "Jiang Chen, your words ring true. Hey, why do I now feel a twinge of pity for Fang Jun? He's in an even sorrier state than a backup option. If I were in his shoes, I'd grab a cleaver and chase after Little Song without mercy."

"A fortune in gold couldn't sway my resolve."

"Resolve?"

Youmao scoffed dismissively, "If he truly had that resolve, why skip seeing Hu Die upon release? Why resort to indirectly probing through you?"

This query delves into intricate feelings. Affection doesn't always lead to encounters or unions, but sharing such nuances with Youmao appeared pointless.

"It doesn't concern you."

Youmao fixed him with a steady stare, "Are you seeing me as some kid? I'm older than Duanmu!"

Hmm.

You outage Daoist Sister in years.

Still, in romantic affairs, you're equally green.

"Jiang Chen, don't look down on me—I possess plenty of knowledge."

It presented a prime chance to dig deeper, yet Jiang Chen passed it up and returned to his food, "Time to eat."

Youmao, having sparked the discussion, kept chattering on. As she dined, she remarked, "Do you reckon Hu Die will opt to vanish and soar off to distant lands?"

"I haven't a clue."

"You don't know? Aren't you supposed to be a pro at handling ladies?"

At those words, Jiang Chen set down his utensils promptly and faced her, "Who claimed I'm a pro at handling ladies?"

"Haha."

Youmao let out a sheepish chuckle and promptly clammed up, "Let's eat, let's eat."

Skipping duties proved simple, but slipping back into the workplace got spotted immediately.

"Where have you been?"

Cao Jinse, absent during her exit, now occupied her seat, scanning papers without lifting her eyes.

Creeping on tiptoes, Youmao abandoned the act and halted, "I took a walk."

"Where exactly?"

Cao Jinse juggled tasks smoothly and efficiently.

Admitting to downstairs wouldn't fly, especially after such a lengthy absence. Smart Youmao thus replied, "Chang’an Street, Antian Gate."

Cao Jinse raised her gaze.

"That distant?"

"Miss, weren't you out wandering pretty far that evening too..."

Youmao murmured softly.

Emulating the leader, no doubt.

The best teaching always comes through demonstration.

Cao Jinse kept her eyes on Youmao, refusing to divert the topic.

"Be honest."

Youmao rarely held back info. Without intense grilling, a mere firm tone sufficed to make her confess.

"I grabbed some food."

"With who?"

"Jiang Chen. He was adamant about footing the bill."

Hadn't she promised to stay connected?

Staying connected requires dependability at the core.

"Miss, you realize you only nipped him gently, but he slapped on a band-aid anyway—it's over the top!"

Blast.

Who called her naive?

She's a sharp one—make that a clever rabbit, conversing aptly with all.

"Anything more?"

Cao Jinse's expression remained neutral, showing neither delight nor dismay.

"He summoned Hu Die too, claiming he'd arrange for her to go overseas for a fresh start. Sigh, so considerate."

The past can't be undone. One wonders if Jiang Chen, catching wind of her embellishments and distortions today, would seek reimbursement for the lunch.

"Oh, and one more thing."

Scatterbrained as ever, take it slow, no hurry.

"What else?"

"After Song Chaoge ditched her, Hu Die appeared deeply sorrowful, profoundly wounded, and she even struck someone at the Kyoto Hotel."

"Kyoto Hotel—that's quite the trek, must've cost him a bundle."

Cao Jinse curved her lips into a smile.

Youmao acted oblivious, "Miss, Song Chaoge is simply too self-centered; she poured so much into him, and once she's useless, he cuts ties coldly. Men, tch."

Having critiqued Boss Jiang earlier, now targeting Little Song.

After women, now men.

Utterly even-handed.

"Who did she strike?"

"I don't recall. Some visitor from out of town."

Must've caught the name but didn't commit it to memory.

Consider this.

The Haojiang Hall King in Kyoto, demoted to just "out-of-towner."

"What role did you play?"

Learning of the brawl at the Kyoto Hotel, a grave incident, Cao Jinse displayed no worry and dipped her head back to peruse the files.

"I stayed out of it."

Youmao quickly defended herself, "I stepped in to calm things down, or it wouldn't have wrapped up so smoothly."

Now claiming the glory.

Yet facts backed her claim.

Hu Die lingered as an unseen figure, lacking fame—at least that young Mr. Gong who kept silent and hidden likely got scared off by Youmao.

Preferring to lose a companion over losing face.

If it were Cao Jinse, she might approach politely, though risking run-ins with brutish sorts.

Youmao might be small in stature, but ever by Princess Cao's side, who in Kyoto wouldn't recognize her?

She carried real clout～

A punch doesn't terrify; the fear lies in a pointless one.

Unlike an outsider who can slip away, retaliation would invite endless mockery.

Young Mr. Gong knew his limits; sadly, Zhong Tingwang failed to grasp why the VIP he sought to befriend vanished suddenly—people persist until facts emerge.

The Kyoto Hotel boasted on-site medical care, "promptly" assessing Xiao Tai with breaks, bruises, and tissue harm. Yes, minor woes truly, no big deal, but for others, humiliation stings worse than wounds.

Departing sans dinner, as host, concern was due. Post-clash, Zhong Xiaoye made a call.

No.

More accurately, he tried once.

As it failed to connect.

The recipient ignored it entirely.

Maybe missed the ring, or tied up elsewhere.

So Zhong Xiaoye, lingering at the Kyoto Hotel, redialed after a cooldown period.

Again and again, relentlessly.

The outcome stayed unchanged.

Zero response.

Zhong Tingwang proved resilient, undeterred by the clear snub, refusing to quit, until finally—

——"Sorry, the number you dialed is powered off, sorry..."

This probably wasn't a shutdown.

Blacklisting seemed likelier.

Meanwhile.

The furious Young Mr. Gong proceeded to erase every trace of contact from his device.

"I’m fuck you!"