I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2198 - 1404: Visitor

West Second Ring.

Financial Street.

Westin Hotel.

Exactly so.

Near the main office of Heaven and Earth Bank, just a short walk distant.

Within the executive suite.

A bit after nine in the evening, He Yihui, the fourth miss of the He Family who had come to Kyoto on official matters, showed no signs of sleep.

True enough.

For the youth of today, this hour feels far from late; back in Haojiang, the night would barely be starting its wild pulse, far livelier than the daylight hours.

Meanwhile.

A guest had arrived unbidden in her room.

'The conference has wrapped up, so why hasn't the fourth miss come back yet?'

The intruder was none other than Zhong Tingwang, an old contact from Haojiang, considering how the fourth miss had long shunned public affairs in favor of seclusion. This marked her debut representing the family at such an event, and in the unfamiliar terrain of Kyoto, she probably knew few others.

Naturally.

In the dead of night.

They kept company discreetly; even with ties back home, rumors must be avoided at all costs.

Two guards posted at the entrance.

Affirmative.

A pair of female guards.

Never dismiss the strength of women; take the conference just held, packed with prominent ladies, proving that women truly support half the world—more than mere words.

'Do I owe you an account of my comings and goings?'

Zhong Tingwang had clearly been waiting awhile, and it was plain the fourth miss was growing agitated.

Born into the mighty He Family and raised with refinement, she still viewed this so-called new Tingwang as nothing more than a hound kept by their clan.

And for a hound.

How much deference is truly required?

Zhong Tingwang caught the edge in her tone, swallowed his next remark, and hastened to clarify, 'Forgive any misstep, fourth miss; I have no intent to meddle. It's just that this place seems hostile toward us.'

Fascinating.

His complaint made sense after the humiliations he'd swallowed in recent days. Yet why pull the fourth miss into his woes?

Whatever grudges Kyoto held against him were none of her affair.

The fourth miss sensed the undercurrent in his statement, softened her demeanor a touch, and inquired, 'Has an incident occurred?'

Zhong Tingwang's eyelid flickered despite himself, and after a momentary pause, he offered a courteous grin, 'Everything's been handled.'

With the other unwilling to elaborate, the fourth miss naturally dropped the subject, 'You ought to depart now.'

This went beyond suggestion—it was an outright command.

As good as ordering him to get out posthaste.

Yet oddly, the sharp-minded Zhong Tingwang acted like a simpleton right then, apparently blind to the cue.

'Does the fourth miss have further business here in Kyoto?'

A smoother rephrasing of his prior blunt probe, cloaked in better manners.

'You can go.'

No more beating around the bush; when decorum fails, so does courtesy. The fourth miss delivered a blunt eviction.

Zhong Tingwang shot a derisive look at his exclusive worldwide Rolex, then boldly claimed a spot on the couch, refusing to budge.

'The night's young.'

The fourth miss creased her forehead faintly, then composed herself swiftly.

A hound it might be, but one groomed to an indispensable stature, primed for great pursuits like scaling peaks. Even with its growing boldness, cutting it loose proved no easy task at present.

'The second miss has come back from Australia; I chatted with her over the phone this afternoon.'

Zhong Tingwang, aware he'd overstepped, abruptly brought up He Junru, the second miss.

Evidently.

Far from idle banter.

He was applying leverage.

If viewed as a well-trained hound.

In the sprawling He Family, the one to leash him best would be He Junru, once the brightest star among the younger generation.

The shrewd and effective He Junru had reigned supreme in the family, a hot topic outside, the unchallenged queen of influence. But then her younger sister burst forth, inevitably stealing some of her glow and renown.

Two tigers can't dwell on the same hill, save as mates.

Sisters fare no better.

No bonds of blood in wealthy clans.

These half-sisters hadn't sunk to open conflict; during He Yihui's withdrawn phase, they shared a warm rapport. Still, as He Yihui entered the fray for power, a quiet, underlying change crept into their dynamic.

Proof unnecessary.

A plain, undeniable reality.

Why He Yihui put up with Zhong Tingwang so patiently—beyond the hefty profits he brought the clan—likely stemmed from reluctance to cross her second sister, a vital factor.

As the proverb warns.

Handle the hound only after minding its owner.

He Yihui found herself bound by the situation; else, she'd never stand for it.

'In that case, you'd best return without delay.'

He Yihui replied with steady poise, akin to aged tea—unassuming at first, yet deep and layered on reflection.

A fine display of nuanced expression.

'My flight's set for tomorrow morning. I stopped by tonight to bid the fourth miss goodbye.'

At those words, He Yihui couldn't help eyeing him, a hint of astonishment crossing her face.

Such haste?

Haste was inevitable, of course.

The fourth miss simply couldn't grasp his position.

Zhong Tingwang had tasted the city's fickle dangers firsthand, and by the prime principle of safety above all, he needed to dodge any looming threats ahead of time.

Fang Jun might be gone, and the Fang Family probably wouldn't chase after an obscure, detached woman. But the secret to his rise without sabotage or vicious attacks boiled down to one thing.

——Prudence ensures a vessel's voyage spans millennia!

With shame set aside, he withdrew, leaving any future storms to rage without him.