I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2211 - 1411: Approval Vote_2

"What are you two whispering about?"

Upon entering the office, Cao Jinse spun around with a smile. She seemed to possess eyes in the back of her head, as she clearly caught the subtle exchange between the two.

Jiang Chen and Youmao instantly averted their gazes, acting with a level of coordination that suggested a silent agreement.

"You took Youmao out for a meal last time and completely forgot about me. You know my appetite is actually quite modest," Princess Cao remarked, beginning to dig up past grievances.

"Didn't she invite you?"

Boss Jiang’s swift deflection left Youmao momentarily stunned; she truly had underestimated the sheer depth of human duplicity.

"Jiang Chen, you are..."

Youmao glowered at him, her cheeks puffing out in a display of righteous indignation.

"I even played my part in helping you rescue Hu Die!"

"Little bunny, did she actually require your intervention? That was nothing but unnecessary meddling."

Princess Cao certainly understood the situation, effectively driving a wedge between the two with ease.

Indeed.

The partnership between Comrade Youmao and Jiang Chen was already teetering on a fragile foundation.

"It seems highly probable that Hu Die will soon cut ties with Song Chaoge," Jiang Chen remarked.

"Are you entirely certain?"

Cao Jinse expressed her surprise.

"Nothing devastates the soul quite like a heart that has turned to ash. Regardless of how thick the armor, it cannot withstand the endless barrage of a machine gun."

While Zhong Xiaoye might have managed an escape, Hu Die remained confined for the moment.

Not to mention.

The environment she was in was actually quite conducive to contemplating the trajectory of one's existence.

"Has there been another turn of events that I’ve missed?"

Jiang Chen quickly summarized the situation.

Princess Cao was momentarily taken aback before bursting into laughter, "Why on earth did you keep such a fascinating story from me until now?"

Youmao interjected, unable to hold her tongue any longer.

"A gun? That woman must have lost her mind! Does she actually want to end up sewing garments in a cell?"

Jiang Chen cast a sidelong glance at the little bunny.

Whether she legally possessed a permit for such weaponry remained unknown, but he knew for a fact she kept them.

He had witnessed it personally.

He could still hear that absurd, iconic line of hers—"I can keep my aim steady on your head, but decide to shoot your balls instead."

However, despite her chaotic temperament, Youmao only utilized such threats to intimidate, never truly pulling the trigger.

In contrast.

Hu Die, who had managed to injure multiple individuals in a single outburst, appeared far more unhinged.

"Perhaps doing time on a sewing machine is the only painkiller that offers her any relief," Cao Jinse sighed, her tone softening with empathy.

They were both women, after all.

It was difficult not to feel a lingering sense of sympathy.

What Youmao suggested earlier actually held a kernel of truth.

Hu Die’s actions were clearly deliberate, acting as a form of total self-surrender.

"If that is how she chooses to cope," Cao Jinse started, then turned to Jiang Chen, "you might as well let her have it."

"Pardon?"

Youmao found this difficult to grasp, "Miss, are you suggesting we let her remain in detention?"

"If she finds solace in such a place, who are we to obstruct her? Besides, it hardly violates the promise you made to Fang Jun."

Unconventional individuals truly possess unconventional logic.

Could dispatching someone to prison ever really be interpreted as "looking after" them?

"Miss, that is a valid perspective..."

Youmao nodded, her expression shifting from skepticism to a gradual, dawning comprehension, "Given her current state of mind, roaming free with a firearm could lead to her killing someone or meeting a violent end herself. It is far better she stays locked away, reading books and performing chores; that is a much more stable lifestyle."

Jiang Chen’s eyelid twitched involuntarily.

The servant truly mirrors the master.

This pair shared some remarkably twisted convictions.

Nevertheless.

The definition of "care" does indeed have many faces.

What was the heart of Fang Jun’s request, really?

Was it merely about ensuring she was fed and clothed?

It was about guaranteeing her absolute safety.

And if she were to stay behind bars.

That would resolve the matter once and for all.

There are likely few places on this earth safer than a prison cell.

"Jiang Chen, just let her stay inside."

Youmao instructed him earnestly, "If that young man Fang asks, just tell him to go pay her a visit in prison instead. Why, it would be remarkably convenient to see her whenever he wishes."

This was becoming increasingly bizarre.

It sounded as if, due to unrequited affection, one should now lock the object of their desire in a cage.

"I am not the one who decides her guilt or innocence. That obligation lies with the police and the prosecutor's office."

"Hmph~"

Youmao immediately rolled her eyes with dramatic flair.

"I have some matters to attend to, so I will not be staying at the office."

Princess Cao moved on, deciding the conversation was no longer worth her time.

"What kind of errands?"

"One of my companions just gave birth yesterday to a baby girl, and I am going to pay her a visit."

Considering Princess Cao’s standing, it was entirely expected that her peers would be starting their families.

"Is it their first or second child?"

"The firstborn."

Cao Jinse replied naturally, before noticing something strange, which caused her to frown slightly, "Why do you ask?"

"Didn't you propose higher maternity benefits and parenting subsidies at the last meeting? If your friend were to have a second child, she could take advantage of those perks."

Cao Jinse let out a soft laugh.

Both she and Youmao shot Jiang Chen a curious look, as if observing a simpleton.

"I have only just proposed it. Whether it makes it into the next draft is uncertain, to say nothing of when it might actually be enacted. She... she would likely only benefit if she has a second child by the time the policy is active."

"Miss, your foresight is genuinely impressive!"

Youmao suddenly exclaimed, her gaze locked on Princess Cao.

"How am I being 'foresightful'?"

The legitimately civic-minded Princess Cao was genuinely confused.

Unlike Boss Jiang, who was a mere bystander, Princess Cao never squandered her position, actively fulfilling her public duties. The proposal Boss Jiang mentioned—aimed at boosting fertility rates and lowering the burdens of childbirth—was one of hers.

Of course.

One couldn't blame Boss Jiang for holding a position and remaining idle; Princess Cao had been participating in these sessions since she was young, essentially being raised in the halls of power, while Boss Jiang remained a complete novice.

Anyone who understands office politics knows that a newcomer must hide their true intellect and wait for the right moment.

"Even if the policy requires time, she might miss out, but Miss, you will surely be in the perfect position to benefit."

Youmao gazed at her with adoration, "Miss, you are truly excellent at looking out for your own future interests!"

"..."

"..."

Jiang Chen’s face remained void of emotion.

Cao Jinse felt completely humiliated.

And to be fair.

Youmao had analyzed the situation with surgical precision.

Even if the gap between proposal and implementation spanned years, Cao Jinse was currently unattached and without children. By the time the policy actually took effect, she would undoubtedly reap the rewards.

It wasn't exactly driven by noble civic duty.

It was essentially leveraging political influence for personal gain!

"You two can carry on."

Jiang Chen, ever the gentleman, rose to leave so that Princess Cao could handle her own affairs.

Princess Cao ignored him, fixing a sharp glare on Youmao.

Youmao clearly realized her slip of the tongue, pouting and quickly putting on a pitiful, wounded expression.

However, who could be fooled by her act?

Boss Jiang chose to overlook it, though he couldn't resist one final jab. As he reached the door, he stopped and turned around, ignoring Youmao’s pleading eyes.

"At the next meeting, I will certainly cast my vote in favor of your proposal."

With those words, he opened the door and walked out.

"Miss, what exactly was Jiang Chen hinting at?"

Hinting at what?

Was this cunning little bunny’s sharp brain suddenly clouded, or was she simply feigning ignorance?

Regardless of Princess Cao’s private motivations, the proposal was objectively beneficial for any unmarried individual.

It was beneficial for her.

And just as beneficial for Boss Jiang.

They could both reap the rewards, perhaps even at the exact same time.

Coincidences in this world are endless.

One should not ignore small virtues just because they are small, nor commit small evils just because they seem insignificant. It had nothing to do with one's wealth; even the smallest morsel is still a meal—why pass up a free opportunity?

In terms of aligning their interests, Boss Jiang and Princess Cao were in complete agreement regarding this legislation. How could he possibly not support a motion that favored them both?

"You, you little genius, don't you know? How could I possibly know?"

Princess Cao pointed toward the sofa.

"Go on, over there."

Youmao dared not object; she shielded her backside, slowly retreating to the couch while muttering under her breath.

"That poor future child of yours is truly destined for misfortune."

A saga of domestic drama was clearly about to begin.