I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2245 - 1429: So Cool_2

"Hiss..."

A sharp pain in his fingers yanked Zou Wenchang back to the present; the cigarette butt was nearly burned out. With no moment to ponder, he flung the door open on reflex, leaped from the car, slammed it closed, and rushed towards the school entrance.

"Miss."

No reply came.

Zou Wenchang hurried to the woman's side and called again, "Miss."

As a savvy businessman, he wasn't the shy sort. Naturally, he held no wild fantasies. This urge to strike up a chat was simply a gut reaction.

For any man, spotting such a captivating beauty and letting her vanish into the distance without a word would spark regret—or at least a deep sense of loss.

Average folks might shrug off such regrets as everyday life's spice, but Zou Wenchang stood apart from the crowd.

Up close, her beauty hit him harder: icy pale skin clashing with fiery red lips, slender eyes, fine brows, cloth shoes paired with a simple linen dress—blending elegance and allure in a enigmatic way.

Zou Wenchang drew a steady breath, his usual smooth talk from business dinners gone, and blurted, "Could we get to know each other?"

Daring.

Yet smooth.

Even Zou Wenchang, skilled at reading a woman's drive from her features, faced this heart-pounding beauty and couldn't guess her age.

But that detail hardly mattered.

A woman's years are like a man's bank balance, yet her appeal soared beyond such bounds.

"I’m here to pick up my child too; my child is in Class Three of Grade Nine."

True to his status as a top achiever, Zou Wenchang kept the chat flowing, response or not, dodging any uncomfortable pauses.

Hearing this, the woman kept walking but finally replied.

"Do you know where Class Three of Grade Nine is?"

Zou Wenchang lit up with joy and answered fast, "Yes, I know. I brought my child for the first day of school."

Then it hit him, "Your child is also in Class Three of Grade Nine? What a coincidence."

A kid wasn't an issue for him; he wasn't some green youth. It changed nothing.

Still, it baffled him that she didn't know her own child's classroom location.

First time visiting?

Though swamped with work, he carved out time now and then, just like today.

Zou Wenchang brushed it off, grinned, and proposed, "Let’s go together then."

No matter one's smarts, nobody has a built-in GPS. A guide beat begging for directions.

As they walked side by side, Zou Wenchang grabbed the chance to chat more, "What’s your child’s name? Maybe I’ve met them."

The woman stayed quiet, rather... distant.

Perfectly understandable.

Stunning women, wedded ones especially, don't banter freely with strangers.

Zou Wenchang spoke true; he knew the path well. At the middle school building, he stepped into the elevator ahead and hit the button courteously.

No deep talk needed; the company alone thrilled him.

Certain folks etch memories with just a brief stroll together.

"Zou Ran, come out!"

At the Grade Nine Class Three doorway, Zou Wenchang grinned like a doting dad, beckoning his son who was chatting with a female classmate inside.

"Dad!"

Zou Ran dashed out backpack in hand, ditching the Japanese girl classmate without a second thought.

Girls in class? Plenty more where that came from. A rich dad? Irreplaceable.

A soon-to-be high schooler's priorities rang crystal clear; how could he miss that?

Aside from day students at Shen Zhou, Japanese pupils lingered for self-study, so the room buzzed with kids.

"I’ll have my son call your child out."

Zou Ran glanced at the stunning woman by his dad and paused, stunned.

This lady...

She's stunningly gorgeous.

And more than that.

Something indescribable hung about her.

Lan Peizhi peered into the room, scanned the faces, and saw no one familiar.

"Martial Saint, has he left?"

She asked the boy.

"Huh?"

Zou Ran blinked in shock.

"Sister?!"

Suddenly.

An amazed shout echoed down the hall.

Zou Wenchang whipped around to spot a cool, edgy teen with a one-shoulder backpack at the next classroom's door.

His face twisted oddly.

First visit is one thing.

But missing the right classroom?

Whatever.

Spotting her brother at the adjacent—correct—class, Lan Peizhi's expression flickered subtly for once.

Boss Jiang would've gaped if present.

Blood Guanyin blushing?

"Sis, why are you here?!"

Martial Saint, clueless to his sister's slip-up, bolted over thrilled.

Lan Peizhi said zilch.

"You are..."

Martial Saint clocked Zou Wenchang beside his sis right away.

Sister?

Not kid?

Though it barely touched him, Zou Wenchang felt a smug thrill. Man's folly, or plain nature—like lads favoring solo female streamers.

Zou Wenchang's grin warmed further, words on his lips, when his son's voice broke in.

"Brother Saint, is this your sister?"

Martial Saint glanced back, "Yeah."

"This is my dad."

Zou Ran chimed in.

The boys from next door knew each other; no shock there.

"Oh, hello, uncle."

Martial Saint proved polite enough. Deference to Zou Ran? Or sis around?

"Hello."

Zou Wenchang smiled wide. Kid fetched, they headed down. Exiting school, he warmly invited Lan Peizhi and her brother to dinner, but Martial Saint passed.

"Sorry, uncle, I never eat outside."

What discipline in the kid.

Zou Wenchang opened his mouth, but Zou Ran yanked his sleeve discreetly. He arched a brow at his boy, then zipped it.

"Goodbye, Zou Ran."

"Goodbye, Brother Saint."

Parting waves exchanged, they piled into the car.

Cadillac peeled out first.

Zou Wenchang lounged inside his ride, eyeing the Cadillac vanish through the glass, and sparked a smoke.

"Are you familiar with that boy?"

"Dad, you mean Brother Saint?"

"You are in the same grade, why call him ’Brother’?"

Zou Wenchang chided; he'd shipped his son here to harden up, not trail others. No dad wants a gutless heir.

"But that’s how everyone in our school calls him."

Zou Wenchang blinked in surprise, twisting around, "Everyone?"

"Yes, yes!"

From the back seat, Zou Ran bobbed his head, then scooted up to murmur, "Dad, Brother Saint is like our leader."

Zou Wenchang's face stayed straight, puffing smoke, furrowing his brow in contemplation.

School mirrors tiny societies.

Elite ones cling tight to real-world laws.

Rep at Yucai meant real weight, food for thought.

"What’s his background?"

Zou Wenchang quizzed his son.

"Brother Saint seems to be staying at his brother-in-law’s place right now."

"Brother-in-law?"

"Yes."

A twinge of unease hit Zou Wenchang.

"Brother Saint’s brother-in-law is quite amazing. I’ve heard our school might open to outsiders because of his brother-in-law."

Zou Wenchang jolted, "...Is that true?"

"I’m not sure, but rumors don’t come out of nowhere. Since Brother Saint didn’t deny it, it’s likely true."

Spot on.

Folks vary wildly.

Kids too.

At that age, some flash test scores, charging at exams.

Zou Wenchang sucked deep on his cig, mind flashing to that striking rarity he'd met, pieces clicking.

"No wonder."

Ignorance breeds boldness.

He'd climbed high, so he grasped the world's depths unlike most.

"Dad, there’s a rumor that Brother Saint’s sister is extraordinary."

Zou Ran hushed his tone, "I don’t know how many sisters Brother Saint has, but one of them seems to be renowned as Blood Guanyin. That nickname is just so cool."

Innocent hype from Zou Ran overlooked his dad's frozen look and the shaky cig hand.

Blood... Blood Guanyin?

Shock rippled through Zou Wenchang; he shuddered, cig nearly tumbling in the car.

"Dad, are you okay?"

Zou Wenchang's cheek twitched, he shook his head mute, the cig now leaden; he retrieved it slow, lit it anew with a mighty pull.

"Dad?"

Zou Ran puzzled, worry in his gaze.

"Hah..."

Zou Wenchang blew out a thick cloud, stare distant.

"Indeed, very cool."