I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2221 - 1416: He Ran Away! (Part 2)

Could Hu Die be considered a sensible individual?

Clearly not.

She is fully aware of who she is sent to retrieve from the airport today, but that is inconsequential; her only objective is to execute the orders she was given.

As for whether the target is cooperative or if there are fallout repercussions, those are not her concerns.

The fuse has already been ignited.

The atmosphere is thick with a subtle scent of impending conflict.

Just as Hu Die begins to speak, two airport security officers approach her.

"Ms. Hu Die."

Hu Die presses her lips together, shifting her gaze.

"You are currently under elevated surveillance and are strictly prohibited from departing Kyoto."

A flicker of interest crosses Shi Qianxi’s eyes, her icy composure shifting slightly.

Elevated surveillance.

An exit ban.

It is abundantly clear.

This is the kind of treatment reserved solely for criminal suspects.

Indeed.

No wonder she is being stopped on her way out.

Zhong Tingwang issued a severe ultimatum before departing Beijing, sparing no cost to retain the most aggressive legal team to pursue this matter to the end.

However.

Hu Die didn’t have a business card plastered to her forehead, so how did she manage to catch the airport’s attention so quickly...

Ah.

Right.

This is the technological era, after all.

The Heavenly Eye system is incredibly advanced; face recognition is elementary, and when one considers the ubiquity of surveillance cameras, it is hardly a surprise.

"I am here to pick someone up," Hu Die says with practiced calm.

Exactly.

Is there a problem with collecting a passenger?

It is not as though she is attempting to abscond.

One could argue the airport’s response time was overly efficient, but that is actually a positive indicator, suggesting that the relevant departments are not slacking off.

If all law enforcement agencies operated with such speed, building a harmonious society would become a very achievable goal.

The two security guards remain standing with their hands clasped behind them, refusing to budge, maintaining their vigil.

True, she might struggle to book a ticket, but who said one strictly requires their own identification to secure travel? Criminals possess remarkable ingenuity, after all.

The atmosphere turns strained for a moment.

Shi Qianxi could effortlessly capitalize on this situation to bypass the trouble, perhaps by claiming the other woman was harassing her, which would force the authorities to detain her for questioning due to the circumstances. Yet, she chooses not to kick someone while they are down.

"Let's go."

Instead, she chooses to cooperate with the security personnel.

Under the watchful "convoy" of the security guards, Hu Die manages to collect the target, and Shi Qianxi settles into the back of the yet-to-be-repaired new energy vehicle.

"What sort of crime have you committed?"

Director Shi’s question syncs with the hum of the car’s electric engine starting up.

It turns out to be the crime of curiosity.

Women, truly...

Hu Die remains silent.

What an interesting character.

Director Shi, no longer in such a sour mood, glances into the inner rearview mirror. "Did your Mr. Jiang not manage to resolve things for you?"

"If not for Mr. Jiang, I would still be sitting in a cell right now," Hu Die admits honestly.

"Helping, but only halfway?"

Indeed.

Why would he secure her release only to leave her shackled by these restrictions?

"Take Miss Shi to the Great Wall Group," Hu Die says, changing the subject from the driver’s seat.

Shi Qianxi remains stoic. "You know who I am."

"I do," Hu Die replies concisely.

How could she not?

Even before pivoting to her current career, she had conducted extensive research into "Mr. Jiang."

"What is your relationship to him?"

The initial assumptions were clearly inaccurate.

She couldn't be a mere bodyguard, and it was unlikely she was just a common subordinate.

"That inquiry is irrelevant to Miss Shi."

Shi Qianxi persists with her questioning, removing her baseball cap to reveal an elegant, almond-shaped face.

"A lover? A mistress?"

A classic tactic of provocation.

It is usually an effective method for extracting information, but unfortunately, it is being misapplied to the wrong individual.

"My relationship with Mr. Jiang is quite professional, Miss Shi; there is no need for you to worry at all."

Two sentences.

Both contain significant weight.

The nature of their professional bond can be set aside, but what exactly does it mean that the other party has nothing to worry about?

Shi Qianxi glances at the inner rearview mirror once more, sneering coldly.

"And what do you suppose my relationship with him is?"

Hu Die refuses to take the bait, repeating firmly: "Take Miss Shi to the Great Wall Group."

As a founder of the Great Wall Group, an inspection visit to the Beijing branch is perfectly reasonable.

Besides.

Is she not there to hold someone accountable?

Shi Qianxi stays quiet, flashing a final glance at the woman in the rearview mirror before looking away and pulling her cap back down.

"No rush."

Displaying her trademark stoicism, Hu Die maintains a neutral expression as she drives on.

Meanwhile.

At the Great Wall Group.

Director Shi’s judgment proved correct; the meeting has concluded.

"Director Jiang, a moment of your time."

Cao Jinse, one of the four giants, stops Jiang Chen in his tracks.

It is clear that Boss Jiang has no malicious intent; he is simply at his wits' end. As he prepares to depart, he is forced to sit back down.

During the meeting, he had actually considered answering his phone—after all, as a part of the leadership team, stepping out to take a call is usually acceptable—but just as his ringtone played, Princess Cao unexpectedly remarked, "Whose phone is that? Do you not know to silence your device during a meeting?"

Under the piercing gaze of the group, Boss Jiang had no choice but to lead by example, begrudgingly killing the call and resuming his duties.

Of course.

One cannot blame Princess Cao.

How could she possibly recognize his custom ringtone?

The various executives file out one by one, and the silence in the meeting room deepens until only Jiang Chen and Cao Jinse remain.

Wait.

There is also Youmao, who was dozing against the wall in the back.

Hm.

The moment the session finishes, she wakes up and sits upright, her sharp eyes locked onto the man who now has nowhere to hide.

"Is there something urgent on your mind?" Princess Cao asks.

"Just returning a call," Jiang Chen says, gesturing with his phone while feigning indifference.

What a master of deception.

"Calling back later should be perfectly acceptable, shouldn't it?"

Jiang Chen offers no response, instead steering the conversation: "Is there anything else?"

Anything else, indeed?

The deadline to return the book passed days ago!

A three-day window, for heaven’s sake.

Of course.

The man likely doesn't realize that the other party already knows the truth.

Cao Jinse opens her briefcase, pulls out the book, and slides it across the table.

—Diary of a Madman.

Regardless of his usual self-restraint, Jiang Chen can't help but twitch slightly.

That Crown Prince, who claimed to be "willing to serve," surely wouldn't be that honest, would he?

He disclosed it to his sister this quickly?

Wouldn't it have been logical to wait for a response before making a confession?

Jiang Chen picks up the volume, pretending to remain composed as he looks up.

"You have made annotations in this."

"..."

Pardon him.

It is a refined habit to make notes while reading, but this is a borrowed book, and some owners take umbrage at having their texts written in by others.

"My apologies. I will purchase a new copy for you..."

"That is unnecessary. My brother has already finished reading this Diary of a Madman; think of it as a souvenir."

Judging by her current disposition.

She seems remarkably calm.

However, Jiang Chen has a strong suspicion that Cao Xiugo is talking utter nonsense. Why else return this specific copy of Diary of a Madman? If she truly didn't want it, wouldn't it be simpler to just discard it? How could an individual as significant as Mr. Cao be caught up in such trivial matters?

"Jiang Chen, is there anything you would like to clarify?"

Youmao interrupts, standing up, her demeanor reminiscent of a neighborhood auntie waiting to grill someone at the village entrance.

Youmao’s presence completely crushes Jiang Chen’s sense of composure; truly, birds of a feather flock together.

Based on Cao Jinse’s personality, one can infer that her elder brother is not the type to engage in petty schemes.

But then.

Why is he so innocent?

Who is to blame?

This Diary of a Madman in his hands?

Or perhaps Zhou Shuren and his two trees?

"Wait, I must step out for a moment."

"Where exactly are you going?" Youmao demands quickly.

"To the washroom."

Nature calls, of course.

Youmao certainly cannot forbid that, so she sits back down, waiting for his return.

"Miss, this time you must not show mercy; you have to get clear answers, regardless of whether there is a recording or not!"

In reality, Jiang Chen’s exit to the restroom actually makes Cao Jinse breathe a little easier.

When is she ever truly at peace?

Her brother’s list of options was never intended for just one person.

Cao Jinse remains silent, ignoring Youmao’s pestering. She feels uncharacteristically restless, yet she resolves not to retreat, staying true to her nature.

Time drifts by.

Ten seconds.

Thirty seconds.

Three minutes.

Ten minutes.

"Don't tell me he fell into the toilet!"

Youmao rises impatiently, exiting the conference room, only to return shortly after.

"Miss, he has fled!"

Cao Jinse sits motionless in her chair, her expression as tranquil as a still lake. As she watches Youmao at the entrance, her eyes gradually harden, as if she has reached a final, firm decision.