I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2199 - 1404: Visitor 2

One cannot but concede.

Zhong Tingwang proves truly sly, or more precisely, thorough. Actions that appear rash are in fact carefully orchestrated beforehand.

He Yihui naturally remained unaware that the visitor intended to pursue coercive abductions of women this evening. Following a momentary shock, she promptly responded, "Safe travels."

Though a fly brings no real danger, its constant droning near one's ear proves highly irritating.

"I’m heading out by plane, Fourth Miss. ‘Safe travels’ doesn’t quite fit the bill."

With a touch of wit, yet He Yihui showed no response, her sharp features unchanging, her voice formal as she stated, "Convey my greetings to Second Sister."

Even someone with thick skin would struggle to press on here and demand an escort from the bodyguard.

Such conduct would lack all grace.

In spite of the disappointment, Zhong Xiaoye could merely exhale softly, ultimately choosing to take his leave.

Yet as his hand rested on his thigh clad in gray slacks, he noticed a subtle gesture from Fourth Miss.

She too was glancing at her timepiece.

Did she intend to retire for the night?

Impossible.

Folks from Haojiang follow a distinct internal rhythm and rarely tire at such an hour.

Setting aside thoughts of departure temporarily, Zhong Tingwang seized an excuse to delay, inquiring, "Does Fourth Miss have plans this evening?"

This Nine-headed Bird’s ability to thrive stems from no accident. Persistence isn’t merely a weakness but a remarkable talent. Commanding it won’t ensure victory, yet it boosts odds far beyond the average.

Not solely in professional pursuits.

The principle holds true in romance as well.

Hence the saying: a fine lady dreads the tenacious suitor.

Irritation at least leaves a mark, preferable to vanishing from memory entirely.

"No."

Honest enough, though she simply tired of further exchange. Regrettably, the doorbell chimed at that moment.

Zhong Xiaoye turned sharply toward the entrance, spotting her evasion plainly.

"Did Fourth Miss call for a late-night snack?"

What?

Did he aim to join for food?

He Yihui spoke no falsehood, for the bell’s ring brought no prior scheme, no need for clarification or ruse; she brushed off Zhong Xiaoye’s jest without pause and directed the female bodyguard crisply, "Let them in."

Zhong Xiaoye’s face altered.

Did a trace of haste slip through?

The door swung wide.

Not hotel staff, but a youthful, attractive fellow.

Hmm.

Undoubtedly fresher-faced than Zhong Tingwang, who lingered stubbornly on the couch.

As for appeal.

That remains a matter of taste.

Plenty of females swoon over Zhong Tingwang too.

For an unclear reason, upon first glimpsing the newcomer, Zhong Xiaoye sensed an odd unease. Furthermore, he dimly recognized this youth... as somewhat known.

Where from?

He mulled it over naturally.

The evening’s second arrival naturally noted the additional figure in the room. Typically, the plan excluded another male presence.

See there.

Tenacity pays off.

"You should go now."

Once the newcomer stepped in, He Yihui rose swiftly. Her full lips parted as if to add words, then closed; she pivoted, fixing her gaze on the unrelenting Zhong Xiaoye below. Tolerance spent, she dropped all pretense of courtesy.

"See him away."

What implication?

Swapping the prior for the fresh?

The suite offered ample space, with chairs to spare.

Zhong Xiaoye’s response showcased the core traits of achievement. Confronted by He Yihui’s outright dismissal, he stayed composed, offered a light grin, then rose and adjusted his position slightly.

"No issue, plenty of space."

A elite performer without doubt!

He trusted He Yihui wouldn’t forfeit her final scrap of poise. The guard wouldn’t employ violence, particularly with company around.

As anticipated.

Zhong Xiaoye read her right. Though He Yihui shot him a wordless glare, brimming with frustration, she held back from action.

"Who’s he?"

Silence gripped the space, but the arriving guest broke it.

His eyes settled on Zhong Xiaoye. From his phrasing, he appeared quite intimate with Fourth Miss.

"Zhong Xiaoye, pleased to make your acquaintance."

Zhong Tingwang rose without delay, shedding formalities now that he’d placed the young man.

"Jiang Chen."

Boss Jiang matched the courtesy. In truth, from entering, he’d identified the man, even if this marked their initial direct encounter.

As foreseen.

His suspicion verified, Zhong Xiaoye’s eyes sparkled with realization, followed by a friendly beam, "Mr. Jiang, your reputation precedes you. I’ve long desired to set up a chat, yet chances eluded me. Never thought we’d cross paths like this."

Such is the finesse of dialogue.

Providing a graceful exit for all.

Though realities stood evident, he’d sent notes via Bai Haoran, which fizzled like Fang Jun’s efforts. Still, in person, decorum prevails.

No one faults ignored communications, do they?

That would grow unbearably clumsy.

"Mr. Jiang, have a seat."

Zhong Xiaoye gestured welcomingly, assuming the role of suite proprietor.

Truly, he held notable prowess.

The true owner, He Yihui, went blank-faced. Prompting the typically warm Fourth Miss to this state took effort.

Jiang Chen held off sitting. Rather, he eyed the He family successor he hadn’t seen in ages, mind drifting to their initial encounter at Haojiang’s ancient district Moon Well, as though from a distant era.

"Take a seat."

Jiang Chen grinned.

The visitors seemed more relaxed than the hostess.

He Yihui resumed her place, wordless, her feelings plainly displayed.

The troublemaker Zhong Xiaoye acted oblivious, concentrating on light banter with Jiang Chen.

"Quite the chance encounter, with Mr. Jiang in Kyoto too."

How could it be mere chance?

Days prior at Kyoto Hotel, had Boss Jiang been free, they’d have connected already.

Though Zhong Xiaoye excelled in detail and guile, he overlooked a vital detail. Absorbed in probing Hu Die, he dismissed the minor-seeming Youmao, blind to the elusive yet influential "Mr. Jiang" entangled in Kyoto Hotel’s lingering dispute.

Even the shrewd err.

"Is Mr. Zhong here in Kyoto for work?"

Jiang Chen, apparently blind to He Yihui’s disposition, avoided haughtiness as well.

"Indeed, tending to affairs in Kyoto."

"Proceeding without hitches?"

"Yes, I plan to depart tomorrow, here to say goodbye to Fourth Miss."

He Yihui stayed mute.

While she carried an alluring mystique, her nature avoided volatility. She struggled to voice sentiments, particularly in company. Though their Haojiang time was brief, Jiang Chen grasped her character decently.

"Mr. Zhong shows real consideration, going out of his way like this."

Jiang Chen’s easygoing manner stirred caution in Zhong Xiaoye, not smugness.

He recognized that the milder the threat, the greater the peril.

"It’s only proper. I’d considered inviting Fourth Miss to travel back with me. Business concluded now; appears... I’ve intruded, haha..."

Hinting at depths unspoken.

"Finished your discussion? If yes, better return and board that early flight tomorrow."

Even sans words from Fourth Miss, her company sufficed for joy. Yet Zhong Tingwang clung unreasonably.

The rumors linking Mr. Jiang and Fourth Miss had once dominated news, sparking widespread buzz—not hidden knowledge. But beyond tales, wasn’t this overt pursuit excessive? Doesn’t all of Haojiang quietly opt for forgetting, avoiding the topic?

"No worry, I’ll shift to afternoon."

A determined soul defies rousing.

"With the ticket secured, changing it lightly could jinx your fortune."

"Does Mr. Jiang trust in luck?"

Tsk.

He sensed a like-minded ally, spurring him further.