I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2251 - 1433: Alliance and Rivalry (Part 2)

On the other hand, Lan Peizhi displayed a rather cool demeanor, quietly passing by and exiting through the door without a word.

Precisely.

Despite all the politeness and respect, this dinner inevitably suggested 'a favor repaid by another favor.'

Anyone forced into a matter they wished to avoid but couldn't decline would hardly feel cheerful.

"Sis!"

Upstairs.

The Martial Saint kid simply couldn't stay put. He'd obviously been listening to the downstairs stir all this time. Right now, the window stood wide open as he positioned himself there, waving energetically at his sister nearing the car, his voice cutting through the tranquil night.

"Take care on the road!"

Li Shuru lifted her gaze, offering a tender smile.

Siblings remain siblings after all; their familial ties stay firm and indissoluble.

Lan Peizhi halted, glanced back at her naively relaxed brother overhead, and her mouth subtly lifted in an unconscious smile. She then shot a look at Li Shuru.

Li Shuru nodded with a grin.

Lan Peizhi climbed into the car.

The door slammed shut.

The Cadillac parked outside revved into motion.

"Sister Shuru, how did it go?"

As his older sister departed, the Martial Saint leaned out once more, yelling toward Li Shuru below while forming an "okay" gesture.

This boy frets over so much.

"Do your homework."

Li Shuru answered, then eyed the Cadillac vanishing gradually into the darkness. She shed her composed mask, gripped her fists tightly, and released a long breath.

Though she seemed utterly calm moments ago, claiming zero nervousness would be a lie.

Yet she knew well.

The other side clearly separated kindness from grudges.

Righteousness thrives among the bold and ruthless.

People like that repay favors even more generously.

With the Martial Saint present and Tanki Liuli as well, refusal wasn't an option for them.

Without some assurance, how could she have given her word to Shi Qianxi?

As the Cadillac fully disappeared from sight, Li Shuru glanced upward—the Martial Saint had shut the window—and she headed back inside.

Daoist Duanmu efficiently wiped down the table.

Li Shuru stepped forward to assist.

"Did you catch what Miss Lan and I discussed?"

While cleaning, Li Shuru asked offhandedly.

"Yeah."

To her surprise, Daoist Duanmu confirmed it directly.

"You understood?"

"Yeah."

Tanki Liuli confirmed once more.

Li Shuru laughed lightly, pressing on with half doubt: "What were we discussing then?"

"Strategic alliances."

Li Shuru froze briefly at the response.

With that succinct remark, Tanki Liuli fell silent, carrying the plates to the kitchen and leaving Li Shuru standing there in confusion.

She halted her tasks, observing Tanki Liuli loading the dishwasher, her gaze shifting as thoughts swirled.

Had she missed some detail?

Now that the game was underway, should she commit fully? Deploy every asset she had for possible support?

Lan Peizhi's allegiance remained unclear, but Duanmu stood solidly in her corner.

Li Shuru was convinced of that.

While some chased status and influence, Duanmu scorned such shallow pursuits.

Tanki Liuli came back to gather more dishes.

"Do you want to head to Kyoto?"

Li Shuru probed cautiously.

"To fight?"

Her blunt reply left Li Shuru briefly at a loss for words.

Lost in contemplation, her thoughts wandered freely.

——Perhaps she longed for Blood Guanyin's triumphant era. Success often breeds desires for growth and serene days.

The Lan Peizhi she'd encountered didn't match the terrifying rumors.

Quite the opposite was the woman nearby.

The Martial Saint dangled mid-air like on a swing set.

No matter the Martial Saint's noisiness, had his sister ever struck him herself?

Thus——

Li Shuru quietly observed the Daoist nun clearing plates.

Was this Valkyrie 2.0?

Kyoto.

A particular bar.

The spot for deepest emotions blasted the fiercest tunes.

Shifting spotlights cast rainbow gleams off the necklace at her collarbone and the bracelets on her wrists.

The bar counter.

For whatever reason, the attractive female bartender kept sneaking peeks at Boss Jiang seated there.

Logically.

Boss Jiang hadn't plastered 'nationally wealthy' on his forehead.

Maybe his appearance drew her in?

Come on.

Boss Jiang possessed solid charm, but nothing world-conquering. Among the male staff bartenders and servers, who lacked good looks? They resembled models.

We must fault Boss Jiang's poor memory—he'd forgotten others, yet they remembered him clearly, despite serving hordes daily.

Last visit, Boss Jiang sat solo, but not this time so lonely. Beside him perched a long-haired beauty, alluring and gentle.

"Miss Shi went to the Great Wall."

The crystal glass halted midway.

Jiang Chen furrowed his brow, lifting his drink to drown woes—ancient wisdom rings true.

Key news like that ought to come first, not last.

"When did this happen?"

"Two days ago."

Jiang Chen's eyes flashed with uncertainty.

That woman's warning against meddling wasn't mere courtesy.

Still, wasn't this resolution overly aggressive?

Shi Qianxi heading to the Great Wall voluntarily at this pivotal moment, sans notice to him—who the meeting involved was obvious.

Indeed.

Who claims guys lack intuition?

"Why didn’t you say earlier."

After quiet reflection, Jiang Chen mildly chided.

Events from two days back.

Even an Earth-shattering comet strike would've concluded by now.

Yet.

Why such silence?

Am I trapped in an alternate reality?

Unbelievable.

And illogical.

"It should still not be too late."

Hu Die angled toward Jiang Chen, stroking her glass before sipping.

Still not too late?

What implication?

Jiang Chen sensed a slight insult but lacked proof.

"How’s the situation on Miss Shi’s side."

"When she left the Great Wall Group, she wasn’t very stable emotionally, didn’t look good, sat in her car for a long time before driving away."

Hu Die recounted precisely, painting the scene vividly in their minds.

Such surveillance, Taoist Sister couldn't manage, and even if capable, not with this detail and flair.

Naturally.

That was Boss Jiang's prior view.

Exact words exchanged? Hu Die couldn't know, nor was it needed.

The outcome spoke volumes anyway.

They parted on bad terms, a fight for sure.

Shi Qianxi... forgivable, but Princess Cao differed, ever the picture of poise and reason.

"Gulp."

Jiang Chen downed his drink quietly, anxiety twisting inside.

Absence of interruptions doesn't excuse detachment. Regardless of her polite insistence he stay out, escalation would pull him in inevitably.

Jiang Chen stayed mute, brooding over drinks, avoiding chat with Hu Die since no counsel existed here.

Hu Die excelled at gauging moods, ideally quiet now to avoid intrusion, yet oddly she spoke up.

"When symptoms occur, they should be treated promptly, otherwise delaying will only worsen it."

Crisp.

Sharp.

Hope and despair sometimes blur.

"Don’t you feel current work is much more interesting than the previous one."

Jiang Chen inquired.

His mental resilience stunned.

Amid blazing chaos, he still poked fun at himself.

Hu Die pursed her lips, giving a small nod.

Straightforward.

Yet lacking diplomacy.

Leaders self-mocking is their business; echoing it shows folly.

No wonder Boss Jiang bristled: "Prepare, let’s set off in the near future."

Reprisal struck swift.

Though long-planned, why not await the drama's end?

Watching only half a show defies sense.

"There’s been an earthquake in Myanmar recently, it’s pretty dangerous."

Hu Die warned sincerely, but Jiang Chen outdid her earnestness.

"Just right, let’s go for disaster relief."