I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2246 - 1430: Such a Big Family

"Sister, you knew Zou Ran’s dad before, huh?"

Sitting in the back seat next to his elder sister, Martial Saint felt somewhat uneasy.

Don’t fault him for it.

Left-behind kids behave that way.

If that doesn’t make sense to you, count yourself fortunate.

Naturally, Martial Saint brought this situation on himself. He could have remained with his parents, indulged in luxury, and turned into a local thug.

Yet as people,

our ability to conquer the world stems from rejecting the ordinary. Much like a cultivation novel hero who conquers one realm and scoffs at quitters, yet pushes onward to greater heights instead of resting.

Those who embrace trials will face boundless obstacles.

"I don’t know him."

Lan Peizhi, having confused her brother’s class earlier, had settled down. Merely a small incident; given her composure, she held no resentment. This striking woman, who drew eyes despite her simple outfit and shoes, reclined relaxedly, with a single strand of hair draping her temple.

Martial Saint itched to brush that lock behind her ear but held back.

That wasn’t his place.

"Don’t know him? Then why..."

Martial Saint paused, catching on.

Oh well.

City people can’t be blamed.

After all, his sister was the famous beauty around these parts, right~

Haha.

Chuckling inwardly, Martial Saint shifted to peer out the window, "The sun hasn’t come up in the west today, has it?"

"Duanmu has something to handle."

Lan Peizhi replied briefly.

"What sort of thing?"

"Grocery shopping."

"Grocery shopping?"

Martial Saint froze, eyes bulging, nearly coughing up a lung, thoughts whirling.

What’s going on here?

Sure, Sister Liuli hitting the market fits; he’d claimed he seldom dines out, partly a dodge. Truth is, they eat home-cooked most times.

Sister Liuli often drags him home for meals, but wouldn’t shopping occur early morning for the freshest picks?

Besides,

Even if busy, he could subway it back alone; he’s no kid. Why burden his sister?

Martial Saint smelled a rat!

"Sister, is Brother Jiang Chen back?"

"Is he some sort of esteemed guest?"

Detecting no shift in her voice, Martial Saint probed warily, "If not Brother Jiang Chen, why would Sister Liuli bother with groceries? It’s no holiday today either."

Exactly.

Bonds forged surpass blood ties.

This fellow had utterly neglected his own sibling.

"Duanmu preparing a meal for this sister feels strange."

Martial Saint gaped, then it hit him.

"Sister, you’re eating at the house?"

He blurted in shock.

The house.

What an instinctive notion.

But don’t fault Martial Saint for losing touch with home.

Perhaps it proves the host family truly sees him as kin?

"You’re not welcoming?"

Lan Peizhi inquired evenly, face impassive.

Unaware his words sounded wrong, Martial Saint bobbed his head eagerly, "Welcome, absolutely! How could it not be? But sister, how do you have time today?"

Solving one puzzle sparked a larger one.

What he really wondered: why would she stoop to dine at Spring and Autumn Plaza?

He’d studied in East Sea ages, yet her visits were rare. A sudden surge of affection?

Impossible.

Blood siblings know each other’s ways; he grasped her nature. Martial Saint knew he held no such sway. When he first hit East Sea, broke and adrift, she hadn’t appeared, just dispatched aid to house him.

"Sister, Sister Shurui must be shopping with Sister Liuli, right?"

Thoughts spinning, he tested carefully.

His sister stayed silent.

Nailed it!

Looks like picking him up was just convenient; the true aim was Sister Shurui.

Even so.

What would those two chat about?

Martial Saint’s gaze darted, zeroing in on one name fast.

Right.

Brother Jiang Chen!

The sole connection tying his sister to Sister Shurui.

"Did something happen to Brother Jiang Chen? Sister, don’t frighten me!"

Martial Saint yelped.

"Shut up!"

Lan Peizhi’s voice sharpened abruptly, her breath altering too.

Startled, Martial Saint sensed trouble, clamping his mouth shut meekly.

That reaction from his sister.

Something’s wrong for sure.

Tied to Brother Jiang Chen, no doubt.

But precisely what?

He’d only joked around. Logical folks know serious crises nix meal plans.

Martial Saint yearned to sneak a call but quailed under her stare, antsy as a cat on coals.

The driver kept mum.

Silence enveloped the ride.

The forbidden Cadillac rolled into Spring and Autumn Plaza.

"Feeling unwell?"

Though hushed, the boy writhed nonstop.

Lan Peizhi’s tone soothed like a balm, instantly stilling the fidgety Martial Saint, "No."

"You’ve stayed here plenty; time for new digs."

Lan Peizhi stated directly.

Martial Saint blanked, then burst out, "No way!"

Deeming it too soft, he amped up, stressing through his sister-fear, "I’m not leaving!"

Lan Peizhi swiveled her head.

Her usual look wilted him, yet now he held steady, staring back boldly.

"Sister! Ignore me, scold me all you like, but don’t discard me like garbage wherever suits you. I’m human!"

Lan Peizhi regarded him wordlessly.

"Force me out, and I’ll head back to Sichuan and Shu! Obey you, farm away, never venture forth again!"

Time marches on.

Boys inevitably mature.

They defy, gain autonomy, form their views and will.

Lan Peizhi, who once envisioned a mundane life for the lad, paused in quiet, eyeing his resolute gaze, lost in hidden thoughts.

Then.

She averted her eyes, mute.

"Thank you, sister."

Courage spent, Martial Saint’s tone faded swiftly.

"You like it here."

"Yes!"

Martial Saint nodded hard, "Sister Shurui, Sister Liuli, and Brother Jiang Chen treat me like family; no, we are family!"

The mighty Cadillac glided on.

Lan Peizhi gazed forward, a subtle smile emerging.

"Sister, why are you smiling?"

Martial Saint ventured timidly, heart racing.

Lan Peizhi’s eyes stayed serene, smile soft.

"What a big family."