I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2242 - 1428: What Does It Matter Anyway

Individuals who accomplish remarkable feats ought not to be constrained by minor details; they must know when to show humility and when to stand firm.

Given Shi Qianxi’s keen perception, she wouldn’t possibly judge solely by looks. Would the daughter of the Cao Family really keep company with some worthless little girl?

Even conceding that point, even if this seemingly childish girl posed no danger, the reality remained—

Two against one.

They outnumbered her.

In her days of bold arrogance, Miss Shi always stuck to a single rule.

Fine to strike others.

Getting struck? Never.

"Get out of the way!"

Facing a numerically superior foe, Director Shi displayed remarkable composure, barely containing her boiling rage, hurling the chair toward the conference room entrance while bellowing at Youmao stationed there.

Evidently.

This gathering was destined to conclude on a sour note.

Not unexpected, though.

They had likely anticipated before arriving that the talks stood a good chance of collapsing.

Five billion for her Great Wall shares—that was their offer.

Why shell out cash if they could seize it outright?

"No."

Youmao met her challenge directly, refusing to de-escalate and instead stoking the fire, planted firmly at the doorway with a taunting expression, almost daring the other to strike first.

Without question.

Should Shi Qianxi lash out now, she’d step right into the snare.

Her initiating the attack would let Youmao counter in ‘self-defense,’ making it legally sound no matter where it landed.

Normally, Shi Qianxi might demand, "Move or else?" prompting Youmao’s defiant "Not a chance," leading smoothly to hair-pulling or face-scratching. But today’s Shi Qianxi differed from her former self; she merely shot Youmao a cold look, sidestepped, and exited beyond her.

The conference room door spanned wide enough.

Youmao’s frame was far too petite.

"Hey..."

Braced for conflict, Youmao froze in surprise, spinning around to summon her back, only catching sight of her resolute departing figure.

Youmao felt utterly frustrated.

"Wasn’t she meant to be haughty and impulsive?"

"Those days are gone."

Pursuing the departed would equate to starting a brawl, so Youmao reluctantly pulled back her stare, startled to notice Miss Shi drawing a deep, easing breath, as though she’d just endured a grueling workout.

Youmao’s focus snapped there instantly.

"...Miss, were you nervous?"

Cao Jinse stayed silent.

Youmao approached without gauging the moment, peering intently at Miss Shi’s features with fortune-teller precision, scrutinizing every nuance.

"Counting my blackheads?"

"Miss has no blackheads."

Cao Jinse offered a wry smile, exhaling softly as tension melted away. Moments before, she’d embodied a majestic, profound, unyielding divinity; now she reverted to mortal ease.

Hmm.

Much like Ultraman.

With the monster gone, no further strain required.

"No way, no way, she was merely a minor monster!"

Talking big from a safe distance.

Equating Jinhai Industry’s leader to a puny beast?

"So who’s the major monster?"

Cao Jinse inquired offhandedly, steadying her feelings meanwhile.

Jinhai Industry held considerable weight, yet she’d faced plenty of formidable opponents.

Still.

This clash stood apart from the rest.

Utterly unique.

A lifetime first.

Composure proved challenging for anyone.

Youmao poked out her tongue, having sparked the subject yet feigning ignorance: "I don’t know."

Cao Jinse dropped the thread, her thoughts rewinding through the recent sequence, from the secretary’s door-push to Shi Qianxi’s conference room entry.

This was her routine.

Like reviewing schoolwork, spotting flaws, patching weaknesses, gaining lessons, and refining ahead.

Yet one peculiarity.

No model solution existed this time, no prior drills.

Thus, she couldn’t tell.

If her actions rang true or flawless.

"Miss, what’s on your mind?"

Cao Jinse glanced over to find dark eyes inches from hers, nearly brushing her cheek.

Cao Jinse recoiled on reflex: "Sit properly."

"Oh."

Youmao pulled back, resettling in her seat, inquisitiveness unabated: "Miss, what did you say to rile her up so much? She pounded that table hard—her hand’s probably throbbing now."

Mixing glee with conjecture, Youmao mused: "Miss must’ve issued an ultimatum, demanding she ditch Jiang Chen, right?"

"Divorce even has a cooling-off phase; what authority do I hold to force anyone away from another?"

Hehe.

Outwardly implausible, Youmao chuckled inwardly.

Miss Shi retained her dignity.

What cooling-off nonsense.

Pure obstinacy.

Not rival elimination, then mere casual talk and heartfelt exchange?

Certainly.

For Miss Shi’s long-overdue awakening, she backed it fully!

She’d never romanced nor cared to, but love wasn’t intricate.

Far from business, anyway.

Business allowed mutual gains or even broader wins, but love? That term...

Yes.

Zero-sum!

Loss or victory.

Selfishness came naturally.

"She keeps Jinhai steady without mishaps, proving her capability. Yet Miss drove her to such fury—truly masterful!"

Youmao’s eyes gleamed like a devotee beholding her star, whooping support: "Precisely right—if you don’t dominate, they’ll dominate you. Miss, hold your ground high; show the world you won’t be pushed around!"