I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2279 - 1449: Why?!_2

As they said goodbye, Song Chaoge cracked a joke.

"Thanks."

Cao Jinse flashed a smile in response, grateful for the night's warm reception, before stepping into the car alongside Youmao.

"See you."

Youmao unexpectedly offered a courteous farewell to Song Chaoge.

Each group separated and climbed into their vehicles.

"Miss, got anything to say?"

"..."

Cao Jinse glanced via the rearview mirror at Youmao in the back seat, appearing a bit resigned.

Acting as chauffeur was one thing, but enduring mockery too.

"You keep griping about awful food. Did today's feast suit you? Still unsatisfied?"

Youmao softly patted her belly, obviously stuffed, and countered, "Is Miss pleased?"

"Pleased, naturally."

Princess Cao answered promptly while steering the vehicle.

True enough.

A grin had lit up her face all evening.

"I don’t buy it."

Youmao declared assuredly, "Miss is definitely displeased. I feel it."

"Feel?"

Cao Jinse chuckled, "My feelings aren’t mine to control, but hinge on your intuition?"

"Miss, drop the act. Little Song’s gone."

Youmao struck a pose of "I trust only my instincts."

"Act like what?"

"Lan Peizhi turning traitor, allying with Jinhai against you—how aren’t you furious?"

"Why get furious?"

Princess Cao navigated the road calmly, her tone even, "Others ganging up on you proves just one truth."

"Proves what?"

Youmao inquired on reflex.

"Proves you outmatch them all."

"..."

Youmao froze, left momentarily wordless.

Miss lives up to her name.

Ever so commanding.

And sure, viewing it that way, the annoyance fades.

"Miss is strongest, sure, but that’s separate. How could Lan Peizhi, so close to Miss, side with Jinhai..."

Youmao puzzled over it endlessly.

"Even kids, parents, siblings, lovers clash over gains. As Donghai Commerce Association president, her backing Jinhai Industry makes sense."

Cao Jinse replied evenly, so poised that Youmao wondered if she overthought things, not matching Miss’s mindset, fretting needlessly.

"So Miss, has Lan Peizhi truly chosen to aid Jinhai?"

Not merely chosen.

It’s underway.

Song Chaoge even heard and directly called out Blood Guanyin’s role, showing the uproar’s scale.

"Does it change anything?"

Rather than rage, Cao Jinse smirked in disbelief.

"Blood Guanyin’s human too."

Youmao brightened, eyeing the back of Miss’s head ahead.

No wonder she, who could crush Miss single-handedly, yields instantly to a stern look—it stems from this.

Miss exudes an unfathomable presence.

She quit rubbing her stomach, straightened up, leaned toward the driver’s seat, and questioned, "Miss plans a fight to the finish?"

"An end must come, no?"

Youmao’s eyes gleamed; Miss’s direct yet layered answer signaled no retreat!

If Jinhai refuses to back off and Blood Guanyin craves the fray, then what?

Fight them both!

Fearless Youmao caught the fire, fists balling unconsciously, craving more mayhem: "Miss, count me in! One steps up, one drops; two step up, two drop!"

Cao Jinse merely smiled quietly, eyes serene, guiding the car smoothly through the city’s busy streets.

Cao Residence.

Beneath the moon’s glow.

A dim figure nurtured some fresh tomato sprouts.

"Young master, these tomatoes planted days ago show no growth—are they done for?"

Youmao and Miss approached casually, words unfiltered.

"Patience matters not just for hasty tofu but fine tomatoes too."

"Hehe, tomatoes aren’t my thing; Miss and I dined in Suzhou Prefecture. Sorry, Young Master, no scraps for you."

Youmao teased on purpose.

She knew well Young Master, so detached, ignored food or fun.

"Out for a lavish meal, huh; figured it was overtime again."

Embracing rural bliss in an urban jungle, Cao Xiugo rose and grinned at the feigning Youmao: "Worth the hustle, right?"

Youmao snorted, "Miss didn’t foot the bill."

Cao Xiugo blinked in surprise, "You covered it?"

Youmao’s face drooped, "Young Master, overestimating me; I’m broker than you—where’s the cash? Little Song picked up the tab."

Secrets don’t stay hidden.

Cao Xiugo eyed his sister.

"Just you three."

"Yeah."

"Explains wolfing it down."

Cao Jinse cast a look at the tomato seedlings. "I’ll head to the shower first."

"Grab the nutrient solution for me."

Hearing that, Youmao, utterly clueless, quickly replied, "Miss, let me go wash up first."

She dashed off fast, seizing the moment to slack off.

Cao Jinse let it slide without protest, letting Youmao get away while she fetched the nutrient solution for the tomato seedlings herself.

"Brother, why dive back into farming? A handful of plants won’t make many dishes to cook."

She shared Youmao’s lack of enthusiasm for that stuff too.

"I didn’t plant them for eating."

Cao Xiugo spoke bluntly as well.

Cao Jinse pouted slightly, passing the nutrient solution over. "Fine, enjoy your time with them."

"Resting right after a meal isn’t good for health. You’ve been coming home past 9 PM lately—feeling beat at 8 PM already?"

Cao Xiugo remarked as he carefully applied the nutrient solution to every tomato seedling.

Cao Jinse let out a sigh.

"Brother, spit it out if you’ve got something on your mind. Do you dodge like this with your students?"

Cao Xiugo turned his head for a quick look. "I haven’t done anything wrong—don’t vent on the harmless."

"Brother!"

Cao Xiugo shifted his eyes away, resuming his tomato tending and switching topics: "Youmao used to hold a grudge against Little Song. What flipped her attitude so suddenly?"

True to his reputation as the Soul Engineer.

His perception was remarkably keen.

From just Youmao’s brief remarks, he picked up on tiny hints.

"Simple politeness after sharing a meal."

Cao Jinse responded casually.

"And you?"

Cao Xiugo grinned while asking, "Polite after a meal as well?"

"What’s this getting at? We’ve been pals forever; one dinner changes nothing."

"Past is past; things have shifted now. Even siblings settle scores clearly."

"Want me to treat next round?"

After completing the nutrient application on all tomato seedlings, Cao Xiugo at last felt content and ceased.

"No thanks. Chatting with old buddies helps when you’re down. Feeling lighter now?"

"Brother, do I seem moody to you?"

Hmm.

She looked perfectly fine, no strangeness showing, yet Cao Xiugo wasn’t like Youmao—he couldn’t be tricked so simply.

"A good mood means no need for old friends to cheer you up."

Cao Jinse gave a wry smile. "Brother, calling him that makes Song Chaoge sound like a tool. That’s not fair to him."

Cao Xiugo grew solemn. "Those were your words, not mine."

Cao Jinse shot him a look. "I’m done talking."

With that, she turned to depart.

Cao Xiugo stayed calm and composed.

"Ponder it well. You can still let off steam today, but tomorrow might not allow it."

Princess Cao held her dignity too.

"Focus on your teaching plans; school awaits tomorrow. Nothing to prep?"

Cao Xiugo shook his head, not pushing further, grabbing the watering can with the nutrient solution and walking indoors.

After a few steps, Cao Jinse halted abruptly.

"Why?"

She spun back around, baffling onlookers.

Cao Xiugo stopped by the tomato seedlings, gripping the watering can.

Back home before her brother, Princess Cao dropped her mask at last; her typically unflappable face—even before a crumbling Mount Tai—now flared with raw fury the darkness failed to hide.

Post her full car-side rundown to Youmao, self-doubt hit her hard.

"Why? She’s the one who set us up—why?!"