I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2237 - 1425: The Straight-A Student Can Only Get Perfect Scores (2)

Yang Qinghua experienced a wave of helplessness.

This fellow seems utterly see-through, almost as though he’s already uncovered the hidden mechanics governing this world.

Staying alongside a person like him would surely prove utterly draining, demanding tremendous bravery and unyielding determination.

"I’ve been mulling over a question."

Yang Qinghua murmured gently, "What will you do once you grow old?"

"End up in a nursing home, what other choice is there?"

"Cao Xiugo, are you truly ill in the head?"

Yang Qinghua couldn’t hold back, bursting into laughter while scolding: "You think you can just pick a nursing home? Even if you wanted to, wouldn’t you need your sister’s permission first?"

"She’s a woman; she’ll build her own future."

Exactly.

That sensation surged once more.

Yang Qinghua longed to speak yet held back, in the end only resenting herself inwardly.

Whom else could she fault?

She had freely offered her heart, with no force from anyone.

"And you yourself? Won’t you create your own path? Only the truly forsaken opt for nursing homes."

"Nursing homes aren’t so terrible. Plenty of folks there, all around the same age, sipping tea, gossiping, shuffling cards, battling at chess... Doesn’t that sound relaxing?"

Hmm.

Even anticipating it eagerly.

Yang Qinghua chuckled.

"Cards and chess? By then, the staff might just be bullying you."

"You mean those shady operations. Jin Se wouldn’t skimp, she’d pick a top-tier one—no worries about that sort of nonsense."

In the end, he’s counting on his sibling still.

"You claimed she’d have her own family, trail after her spouse post-marriage; how much effort do you suppose she’d spare for an elderly relative like you? A nursing home’s treatment of residents ties less to payments and more to family presence. Frequent visits keep them in line, but if no one checks in, do you imagine smooth sailing?"

Must concede.

Despite her elite position, Yang Qinghua grasps grassroots realities sharply, especially nursing homes, portraying them so starkly that Teacher Cao, with his life mapped out, found himself at a loss for words.

Spotting the grand through the trivial.

Elites disconnected from the base spell doom; true insight into everyday struggles shows a nation advancing steadily.

History’s fallen empires often stemmed from that infamous "Why not eat minced pork?" blindness.

"Since you know it so thoroughly, why not push for changes and fixes?"

"..."

Now Yang Qinghua fell silent, then laughed: "Apologies, that’s outside my scope—my authority doesn’t reach that far."

"Ah."

"Sighing over what?"

"Failing to tackle a problem right in front of you, duty or not—that’s pure sloth. You’re at least betraying your party oath."

"..."

Having climbed to her rank, Yang Qinghua’s debating skills are formidable, but facing this man, she had no option except surrender.

"So you insist on that nursing home stay? Tell me which one, and I’ll settle nearby to make sure no staff mistreats you."

"As a government official, you get pension perks post-retirement, landing you in a special cadre home—not like mine."

"...!"

Yang Qinghua nearly cursed aloud, but they’d hit the stairs, so she warned: "Take care, don’t slip."

Whether caution or frustration, unclear.

Legs unsteady yet, as Soul Engineer, Cao Xiugo had navigated these steps endlessly.

Even amid unsettled feelings, Yang Qinghua avoided hastening his pace or offering aid, simply keeping stride beside him, descending gradually, far slower than average.

"Has Jin Se chatted with you lately?"

After one flight, Yang Qinghua’s voice steadied; for leaders, mastering emotions ranks supreme.

"What angle do you mean?"

"Jinhai Industry eyed land in Kyoto for a second new energy plant—deal nearly sealed, yet Jin Se stepped in, derailing this flawless opportunity at the eleventh hour."

Her statement packed critical details.

Like stressing "great benefits without harm."

"Is this under your purview?" Cao Xiugo inquired.

A classic counterstrike.

Yang Qinghua stayed poised, "I speak as myself, as Yang Qinghua. Jin Se counts as my sister too. Her move carries heavy fallout."

Composed and steady, Yang Qinghua matched his tempo, easing down the stairs, "Jin Se’s long been the youth ideal, elders’ favorite example—such impulsive acts tarnish her reputation badly; Jinhai Industry’s no pushover, they won’t quietly accept a baseless blockade..."

"This doesn’t hinge on company scale."

Yang Qinghua’s words faltered, "Right, poor choice of terms."

At her stature and years, owning errors so swiftly goes beyond mere sentiment.

Success demands cool judgment always, or emotions would’ve derailed her long ago, erasing her from his orbit.

"So Jinhai reached out to you."

Cao Xiugo probed.

"No."

Yang Qinghua replied: "I hold no ties to Jinhai. I simply see it as needless. Jin Se overstepped this time."

"Overstepped how?" Cao Xiugo stated evenly: "The land bears no Jinhai label, nor earmark for new energy; repurposing it elsewhere won’t squander its worth."

Yang Qinghua glanced sideways involuntarily, then gave a wry smile, "You back her too?"

This impartial man doesn’t truly lack affections.

If one weight tips his balance, it’s likely his celebrated sister, famed across Kyoto.

The Japan venture proved it plainly.

This otherwise flawless figure, scrutinized intensely, abandons reason for her sake.

Or perhaps.

Simply every big brother’s universal flaw?

Safeguarding a sister makes sense, but condoning her faults?

"This isn’t safeguarding; it’s sabotage."

"She’s grown-up, answerable for her deeds."

Will spoiling persist?

"Xiugo, as brother, your duty is to guide her, intervene promptly on missteps, not enable blindly; personal grudges mustn’t toy with public or national gains..."

Sincere counsel delivered.

Cao Xiugo stayed tranquil.

"In emotions, who achieves pure selflessness? Yourself?"

That closing challenge muted Yang Qinghua instantly, draining her rebuttals of force.

"Human flaws defy perfection. Chasing it brings tormenting struggle. Jin Se’s fought to match the hype, but if that means no room for mistakes—is it worthwhile?"

"A straight-A kid barred from anything less?"

"Plus, no one deems it wrong yet. A rare caprice, and critics pounce to play righteous?"

Yang Qinghua halted just beyond the teaching building, eyeing his steady limp pulling farther away.

Gazing at that swaying silhouette, this elite woman with boundless prospects felt an odd pang of injustice.

Indeed.

What stake did she hold?

Merely one among countless officials nationwide.

Why bother coming here?

To irritate?

Poised at Kyoto’s school entrance, with endless steps looming, Yang Qinghua nibbled her lip.

Not distant, yet close enough.

The limping form abruptly paused.

"In a rush? If you’ve time, drop me off?"

Yang Qinghua startled back to reality, then grinned, advancing, "Then why speed ahead like that?"