I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2210 - 1411: Votes in Favor

"My apologies for the confusion, Miss Four."

Inside the motorcade departing for the airport.

A frustrated Zhong Tingwang sat accompanied by Miss He Four in the same vehicle. True to form, her appearance had been refreshed yet again; tonight she donned a light beige linen blazer styled with flowy, high-waisted cropped trousers, pointed nude mid-heel shoes, and elegant crescent-shaped earrings. Her ensemble was effortless and chic, perfectly complementing her sculpted, deep-set features to exude an aura of untouchable prestige.

Regardless of her regal presence, Miss He Four possessed a surprisingly approachable personality.

Had she been truly standoffish, Boss Jiang would never have crossed paths with her during his aimless strolls through the historic districts of Haojiang.

"As long as you are safe, that is what matters."

Witness this.

Even when addressing Zhong Xiaoye, who had been abruptly seized right from the entrance of his hotel room, she maintained a composure punctuated only by a faint, nearly imperceptible smile.

"Sigh."

Zhong Tingwang exhaled a long breath, as if holding back a torrent of grievances.

"The legal framework inland still has a long road ahead of it."

He offered the comment with a heavy, insinuating tone.

Although he had squandered over thirty hours, fate had at least granted him the opportunity to travel alongside Miss Four. It was a classic case of losing a small battle only to emerge on the winning side of a larger one.

"What actually took place?"

He Yihui smoothly guided the conversation.

What masterful actors they both were.

Zhong Xiaoye let out a cynical, self-deprecating laugh. "They insisted I was linked to a kidnapping investigation. Can you imagine anything more ridiculous? I have been pouring investments into this region for years, aiming to bolster the economic landscape, yet they have the audacity to conduct indiscriminate arrests without even a shred of respect."

"With such reckless power-tripping on display, aren't they worried about eroding the trust of the common people?"

Having spent dozens of hours in custody, Zhong Tingwang certainly had plenty of time for reflection.

"No structure is flawless; just as individuals err, we must learn to cultivate some tolerance."

Zhong Xiaoye’s lips twisted into a disdainful sneer, but he chose to remain silent. Such detached, hollow sentiments.

Do you recall that old comedy sketch?

One should avoid those who flippantly tell you to show magnanimity, because when the lightning eventually strikes, you will be the one caught in the path of the bolt!

"You are absolutely correct, Miss Four. A misunderstanding is merely that, and I refuse to dwell on them. It is just that this city of Kyoto—I believe it is best I avoid it in the future if I can help it."

At the end of the day, returning or not is a choice entirely up to him.

Regardless, there likely won't be another visit.

He Yihui offered a fleeting smile, keeping her thoughts to herself as she gazed at the passing scenery frame by frame through the window.

The landscape inland is certainly quite distinct from that of Haojiang.

"Miss Four seems unusually spirited today."

Only then did the realization dawn on Zhong Tingwang.

Agreeing to return with him was one thing, but her chatty and buoyant mood was altogether different. Typically, she maintained a polite but practiced distance; today, however, felt distinct.

Could she perhaps be secretly amused by his tens of hours spent in detention?

"Mhm."

She made no effort to mask her mood.

Zhong Tingwang watched as Miss Four continued to observe the view outside, instinctively brushing a speck of dust from his suit pants.

No harm done, it seems.

"By the way, Miss Four, did Mr. Jiang happen to mention when he might visit Haojiang? We still have a wager that needs resolving."

He posed the question with a playful tone.

He Yihui turned toward him, and in a startling moment, a truly radiant smile bloomed upon her face.

"There will surely be an opportunity."

For a fleeting heartbeat, as seasoned as Zhong Xiaoye was with women, he found himself utterly dazzled. By the time he regained his composure and glanced back, her gaze had already drifted away to the window once more.

"Phew."

Zhong Xiaoye released a soft sigh, hit by an unexpected wave of profound regret.

Indisputably. Regret.

Even with his meteoric rise, a vast chasm remained between him and Miss Four.

It was not a matter of nobility in one's bloodline, but one of strategic alliances.

Unless.

Unless she were prepared to carry out a clandestine, shadow-bound affair with him.

But how could such a reality exist?

She is the legitimate heiress of the Gambling King, not some starlet involved in fleeting scandals or a mistress bearing him illegitimate sons.

But what if he were to advance even further?

What if he were to shed the identity of Zhong Tingwang and ascend as the next Gambling King?

Might that change the equation?

Inside the plush cabin of the executive car, Zhong Tingwang temporarily pushed aside the bitterness and humiliation he had suffered in the capital, lost in his own ambitious calculations.

"Hey there."

At the Great Wall Group offices.

Youmao sidled up to Jiang Chen, offering him a playful wink and a subtle nod.

She, however, was not alone; Princess Cao and several high-ranking executives from the Great Wall were also present.

"President Jiang."

Jiang Chen gave a curt, polite nod.

Princess Cao ceased her instructions, handing the finalized documents over to the waiting executives. "Proceed according to the plan."

"Understood."

The group of executives quickly filed out.

"Everything finished?"

With no other people around, Cao Jinse asked with a gentle smile. Youmao, for her part, was easily ignored as if she were mere air.

"Isn't this precisely what I came here to manage?"

Jiang Chen maintained his calm demeanor. Indeed. Focusing on the job at hand was what truly mattered.

"Has Miss He Four departed?"

"..."

Is this a display of consideration, or the exact opposite?

There had been no issues for the past few days, yet why bring it up the very moment they reunited?

"I assume she has, yes."

Boss Jiang answered with total candor, holding nothing back. His history with Miss He Four—or rather, their status as old acquaintances—was barely a secret, known to almost everyone in Haojiang, and surely no mystery to Princess Cao.

He wasn't lying, either. He Yihui had never given him the precise details of her departure from Kyoto.

"You assume?"

Cao Jinse flashed a knowing smile at him, adding, "Now that you have finally reconnected, don't you feel compelled to see her off?"

"Is there any reason to?"

Jiang Chen remained cool and collected.

They were hardly young, naive individuals prone to overly sentimental gestures, and He Yihui herself had never requested it.

"Let's move to a different room."

Cao Jinse ended the conversation and pivoted toward her private office.

Jiang Chen followed, maintaining a two-step distance, eventually coming to align with Youmao.

The two of them exchanged knowing glances, engaging in a silent dialogue of the eyes while positioned behind Princess Cao’s back.