I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2278 - 1449: Why?

Just dealing with Jinhai Industry alone wouldn't require a big shot like Young Master Song, the so-called 'key figure', to show up.

His 'grand' banquet definitely hides other motives.

Even if Jinhai Industry lacks enough pull, throwing in Blood Guanyin makes it plenty worthy for him and Cao Jinse to share a dinner.

'What did you say?'

Though Youmao sticks close to Miss, she doesn't spill every detail to her.

Thus, Youmao likely remains clueless about how things have heated up with more folks crashing the party.

'Nothing.'

Song Chaoge locked eyes with Youmao and denied it coolly.

'You definitely said something.'

Youmao kept pressing without a shred of tact, 'What's the deal with Blood Guanyin?'

Song Chaoge just shook his head and clammed up midway—not to play mysterious, but to honor Cao Jinse's pride.

That's real emotional smarts.

With Cao Jinse keeping quiet on it, he won't blab out of line.

'Tell me...'

Curiosity ate at Youmao, and she finally realized this dinner wasn't as straightforward as she'd thought.

'Eat your meal.'

Cao Jinse spoke up, saving the host from Youmao's nagging.

Though unwilling, Youmao had to swallow her questions under Miss's order.

'Thanks for your trouble.'

After scolding Youmao, Cao Jinse turned to Song Chaoge, showing proper gratitude for his worry.

'No need to be so formal.'

Song Chaoge smiled casually in reply, 'With our ties, isn't this just normal? What really surprised me was Aunt Lan actually...'

He trailed off with a heavy sigh.

'People all have their positions.'

Cao Jinse answered straightforwardly, her face betraying no feelings.

Young Master Song clearly looks down on stirring drama; he nodded, 'Whatever you need, just let me know.'

What defines true friendship?

It ain't thumping your chest with noise.

Loud words mean zilch.

When push comes to shove, a quiet, simple offer beats any bombastic rant.

No question, Young Master Song's brief, thoughtful line truly touched her, drawing a faint smile from Cao Jinse, 'I won't pull you into this chaos.'

Song Chaoge shook his head.

'You overthink everything, always sparing others hassle. But real bonds are for leaning on—who else but you?'

His honest words seemed to stir her; Cao Jinse chuckled, 'You've always gotten along great with Aunt Lan.'

'And you even more so, right?'

Song Chaoge shot back smilingly, keeping it short and sharp.

Cao Jinse went quiet.

The deepest cuts come not from foes, but kin.

Song Chaoge paused too, then added, 'Naturally, Aunt Lan has her motives—maybe Jinhai dangled an irresistible deal.'

Heart-stabbing precision.

If Jinhai's just rallying its crew, fine.

The real worry? If someone else pulls the wires.

Song Chaoge wields words like a master, spinning vast suspicions from bare truths.

Does this count as... planting seeds of doubt?

'No way!'

Youmao caught the hint and burst in, 'Lan Peizhi helping Jinhai against Miss? Impossible!'

Her bluntness pierced the flimsy veil in one go.

Song Chaoge stayed mum.

'Miss, is it real?'

Youmao struggled to accept it.

Truth be told, she held Blood Guanyin in high regard—a global icon, women's beacon, and Miss's long-time senior ally and partner. How could she flip sides now?

To Youmao's plea for truth, Cao Jinse dodged again with those same two words:

'Eat your meal.'

Eat?

With appetite shot?

Youmao's hunger vanished; she couldn't fathom Miss's cool head—she herself boiled with rage.

Ain't this straight-up teaming up to bully Miss?

'I'm done eating.'

Unable to rebel outright against Miss, Youmao set down her chopsticks in silent revolt.

'All this food—waste to leave it.'

Song Chaoge smoothed things over, 'Whatever's going down, fill up first. Strength needs fuel to fight back.'

Genuine or not, Youmao suddenly found him less irritating right then.

That's 'timing' for you.

How else do hopeless simps snag goddesses?

These lovesick fools possess boundless patience, always poised to strike at any instant, often remaining completely unnoticed, but imagine if the goddess and the male god start arguing?

Even teeth will clash.

Much less two beings with their own independent spirits.

Whenever the goddess and the male god fall into discord, it becomes the perfect moment for the lovesick fool to seize the chance; making a move right then amplifies the impact twofold, since hearts are made of flesh after all, and should the goddess's resolve waver while her thoughts grow hazy, he could very well claim her heart.

"Take out what you can’t finish."

Youmao’s tone softened considerably, as she started showing Song Chaoge some respect by lifting her chopsticks again.

"You said it, pack up what you can’t finish."

Youmao asked no further, channeling her feelings straight into her hunger, devouring the food ravenously until, by the meal's end, her belly had swelled by a full inch.

Needless to say, nothing got packed up.

First off, reheating would ruin the original taste.

Second, it was guaranteed not to go to waste.

The Turquoise Pool’s rotting peaches count as divine delicacies for ordinary folks.

"Waiting for your news then."