I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2201 - 1406: Discrimination

Do you really believe Miss He’s private chamber is some kind of open bazaar you can enter and exit at will?

Zhong Xiaoye got blindsided and immediately became wary, his thoughts racing wildly.

Leaving him aside for the moment; even He Yihui felt confused, quietly watching Jiang Chen.

Boss Jiang didn’t offer any reasons, apparently struck by a fresh curiosity, lightly proposing, “I’ve heard Mr. Zhong excels in gambling; care for a round?”

Zhong Xiaoye grew even more perplexed.

“Only you and Mr. Jiang?”

“With Miss He included, that makes three for a proper card match.”

Otherwise, they might summon Song Chaoge, who oddly wasn’t dozing off this time.

Prior to the incident, Zhong Tingwang might have jumped at the opportunity to pass the time, yet now he had zero interest.

Though baffled, his gut screamed that lingering was unwise and he ought to depart without delay.

“I’d rather skip it today; we’ll have chances later. Whenever Mr. Jiang finds time to come to Haojiang, I’m always ready to host.”

He prepared to bow out once more.

Men truly are changeable beings.

Like entirely separate individuals before and after the shift.

He Yihui picked up on the strange vibe from someone and also spotted Zhong Xiaoye’s unease, keeping her face calm and staying silent.

See there.

This is the right approach.

When the details escape you, watch what you say.

“Then let’s pick a date.”

Wasn’t that mere small talk?

Zhong Xiaoye never imagined the man would take it so seriously, clashing with his earlier assumptions.

Perhaps Bai Haoran failed to pass along the info?

This Mr. Jiang came across as quite friendly—

Something off.

Definitely something off.

Despite no outright hostility, clashing interests simmered beneath... Even with ten lives, he couldn’t afford the risk now.

Zhong Xiaoye puzzled over it fiercely, failing to grasp the odd conduct from the other side, but the looming threat grew sharper and more pressing.

When the way forward blurs, follow your gut!

This tactic had saved him more times than he could count.

“Mr. Jiang, just let Fourth Miss know your plans; I’ll coordinate with her.”

Urgency hung heavy in the air.

Zhong Xiaoye ignored politeness and rose straight up.

Heading to the restroom?

No way.

Rushing off like this, he could face trouble en route.

Using the facilities wouldn’t raise eyebrows.

In crises, drop the ego.

The setup they’d arranged made it improper to force him to remain, after almost ten minutes of chats and courtesies, Jiang Chen acknowledged his position and stayed seated, giving a nod.

“Safe travels.”

He Yihui had even less desire to bid farewell to visitors.

Zhong Xiaoye dismissed any slight rudeness; his blaring inner warning demanded swift exit.

“Fourth Miss, catch you in Haojiang.”

With a rushed goodbye, he bolted for the exit.

The pair of female guards stood firm like guardian statues.

Come on now.

They wouldn’t even lend a hand with the door.

They really missed the mark on etiquette.

Zhong Tingwang brushed off such minor gripes, striding swiftly to the entrance without halting, his fingers already grasping the knob.

From the couch.

Jiang Chen and Fourth Miss He halted their exchange, sitting quietly, as if anticipating Zhong Xiaoye’s departure first.

“Click.”

The door swung open.

Fresh air from the corridor rushed in, easing the unseen strain within the room; Zhong Xiaoye appeared to exhale deeply.

“Whew...”

He moved toward the threshold, yet at that instant, figures advanced from the left.

Hold on.

They weren’t merely strolling past.

They halted right at the suite’s entrance.

Zhong Tingwang’s step never crossed the line.

Five or six unknown men, clad in dark coats, burly and robust, faces stern.

Yet another group dropping by?

This night was proving quite eventful.

The deluxe suite’s entrance spanned wide.

So, Jiang Chen and He Yihui caught sight of the unfolding outside, while Zhong Xiaoye, eager to flee, abruptly paused, signaling trouble.

He Yihui naturally looked toward the composed individual nearby.

The man seemed steady, inscrutable.

“Zhong Xiaoye?”

Before Zhong Tingwang could collect himself, the latest arrivals called out first.

Still.

Why target him?

Wasn’t this Fourth Miss’s quarters?

“And you are?”

Zhong Xiaoye scowled, radiating innate command.

In Haojiang, a single glare from him could terrify anyone senseless, but here lay Kyoto.

The outsiders, uniform in look and build, formed a barrier across the opening.

“Accompany us.”

It targeted him for sure.

Zhong Xiaoye’s gaze sparked with fury, right as he opened his mouth, a credential flashed close to his visage.

“Cooperate, please.”

Irrefutable.

Inescapable!

What of the cunning fox?

In forbidden territory, be you dragon or tiger, coil tight.

Staring at the compact dark emblem, Zhong Xiaoye fell mute, his intended retort lodged in his chest; he pressed his lips, face inscrutable.

“Cooperate, please.”

The badge-bearer insisted again.

Anyone common understands.

Three cautions.

Ignore them, and compulsion ensues.

Esteemed Zhong Tingwang is no idiot, offering a quiet nod and advancing after a beat.

Sure enough.

His instincts seldom missed.

The way parted, then they encircled him centrally.

It focused solely on him; not one entered the space.

As they departed, the dour Zhong Xiaoye instinctively peered back inside.

All that met his eyes was the relaxed duo on the seats, utterly composed.

The corridor swiftly hushed and cleared.

At last, tranquility.

Positioned closest to the exit, having seen Zhong Tingwang escorted off, the two female guards looked stunned, exchanging looks, even neglecting to shut the door.

“That seemed rather forceful, didn’t it?”

In the quiet, a soft tone pierced through, like soothing tides.

“Yeah, pretty forceful.”

That particular person agreed without thinking, then caught her gaze on him and hastened to clarify, “I meant Zhong Tingwang.”

Fourth Miss He kept her eyes on him.

With crowds earlier, it hadn’t stood out, but under this stunning beauty’s direct stare now, a touch of unease crept in.

“You’re not suspecting I arranged this, right?”

“Didn’t you?”

He Yihui shot back.

“I didn’t.”

Jiang Chen replied assuredly and resolutely.

The pair clearly discussed distinct things.

Other fellows might grab the glory; after all, defending a lady highlights manly appeal, yet Boss Jiang shunned empty bragging.

He Yihui ceased probing further, instead turning to the two guards.

“You’re dismissed.”

Hold up.

Wouldn’t sealing the door do?

When Zhong Tingwang arrived, no one dismissed the guards.

Did a certain person rate higher in propriety?

Utter favoritism!