I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2259 - 1438: Second Update
Previously on I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping...
“What are you looking at?”
Jiuding Group.
Strategic Chief Engineer’s Office.
Cao Jinse halted her keyboard typing and shifted her eyes from the computer display.
Beside the glass curtain wall.
Youmao positioned herself loftily, peering downward with hands clasped behind her. Despite her slim build, her outline radiated poise and reliability.
“I’m seeing if Jiang Chen has shown up yet.”
Cao Jinse stayed impassive, “How do you know he’s on his way?”
Youmao lacked foresight powers, responding promptly, “He phoned me.”
Cao Jinse reclined in her executive chair, a smirk playing on her lips, “He called you?”
Fine enough.
No need for my input.
Exactly.
Tracking Youmao’s location meant monitoring her actions fully.
“Miss, please don’t take offense; he’s merely concerned you’re upset and avoiding him.”
Youmao spun around, clarifying with swift loyalty shift. Days earlier she’d condemned him, now defending—how often had she flipped?
“What did he give you this time?”
Cao Jinse, ever tolerant, lounged relaxed in her executive chair, inquiring calmly without irritation.
“Nothing at all, truly nothing.”
Youmao stated firmly, “Miss, what do you think of me? I simply believe issues should get fixed. There’s that proverb... A reformed spendthrift beats solid gold!”
Cao Jinse smiled faintly, shaking her head wordlessly.
“How can you tell he’s reformed?”
“He’d have to be an idiot otherwise!”
Youmao huffed confidently, “Jiang Chen might flirt a tad, but he’s sharp as a tack.”
Boss Jiang’s reaction to this praise—tears or laughter?—remained unknown, yet it captured Youmao’s fairest view.
Romance proved such a bother.
Yet tangled matters could simplify.
View it business-like.
Weak ally or strong one—which to pick?
Obvious choice.
The Miss’s prowess shone unmatched; none rivaled her.
Plus, she and Jiang Chen endured trials in Japan together, forging unbreakable bonds like wartime comrades—ideal pair.
As if sensing intuitively amid talk with Princess Cao, Youmao whipped her head and glanced below.
“He’s arrived.”
Impressive view.
From over a hundred meters up, folks resembled ants below. What eagle eyes she had!
“I’ll head down to intercept him!”
Youmao exclaimed eagerly, dashing off sans consulting the Miss.
Cao Jinse offered no comment anyway, quietly observing Youmao exit the office before sighing softly, gaze drifting.
Deep down, she expected someone to approach her.
More precisely, her Great Wall Shares buyout bid aimed to compel that person’s initiative.
Yet the issue lingered.
What strategy would he use to sway her choice?
She understood his character intimately.
Sympathizing with outsiders, how could he ignore Jinhai Industry’s unfair plight?
She knew the tale: Jinhai founder Shi Zhenhua, iconic tycoon, narrowly escaped death from an abroad car assault.
Jinhai’s present female head was once a spoiled heiress lost in extravagance.
During peril, as the sole non-Shi outsider trusted, that man bonded deeply with the family.
Thus.
Apology incoming, or blame?
Momentarily distracted, with his arrival pending, Cao Jinse straightened, gripped the mouse, and eyed the screen.
Time equaled priceless treasure.
“Ding.”
Elevator doors parted.
Facing Youmao at the entrance, Jiang Chen emerged unsurprised.
“She’s not tied up, right?”
Youmao scanned him top to bottom, frowning offhandedly, “You arrived giftless?”
“...”
Jiang Chen went quiet.
“Are you really that clueless? Why not grab a present? Miss is furious, you know.”
Youmao chattered expertly, exaggerating wildly. Actually, Princess Cao stayed utterly composed.
“You certain?”
Jiang Chen questioned Youmao’s words skeptically; Cao Jinse rarely emoted overtly, her feelings stayed hidden.
“Why lie to you? What’s in it for me? Know how hard I advocated for you, yet you slack off. With this mindset, stay out!”
Youmao mimicked outrage, cheeks puffed, eyes glaring fiercely.
Truly.
Were she blocking for real, Jiang Chen wouldn’t breeze past. Her lithe frame belied surprising power against him.
No justice, just allegiances.
From Youmao’s angle, backing her Miss was righteous; Jiang Chen got it, proposing, “Name your price—I’ll deliver anytime.”
“Not for me!”
Youmao replied righteously, “For the Miss! Prove your heart to her!”
“...”
Facing the obstructive Youmao, Jiang Chen grinned wryly, “Buy one now?”
“Shop’s right below—not too late!”
Youmao, earnestly invested, shoved him back into the elevator wordlessly.
Doors sealing, the newcomer ascended then descended, feeling one thing acutely.
This girl packs a punch.
“Yes, red roses—bundle them prettily, take your time.”
At the Jiuding Group flower shop nearby, Youmao picked the offering boldly.
Seeing vivid roses plucked from vases, Jiang Chen hesitated to comment.
His visit aimed at solemn reconciliation, not Casanova antics.
“This gift fitting? Won’t she boot me?”
As the florist bundled, Jiang Chen murmured.
Playboy tactics swayed many ladies.
But Princess Cao was different.
It might provoke rather than soothe.
“Believe me, it’ll work!”
Youmao vowed assuredly, “No woman dislikes flowers—Miss included!”
Was this her experiment?
“Let me head up first; deliver flowers later—I’ll cover costs now.”
“Why hurry? Weren’t you just upstairs?”
Speechless, Jiang Chen waited resignedly.
Jiuding Building.
High-level office.
Time-valuing Cao Jinse eyed the still door curiously.
Where’d they vanish to?