I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2285 - 1452: Sticky Note_2

Is it possible to stretch it out so simply?

"Never mind, it's not too distant. My child and I need him, and the millions in Zhang City do as well."

"It's quite a distance, even on the high-speed train it takes roughly two hours—why not adjust for a nearer location?"

Dong Yao chuckled, "Stop joking with us. We always obey the organization's decisions without question."

Cao Jinse promptly complimented, "My Yao is truly so noble."

"Here, drink some water."

Walking beside his daughter, a Polo-shirted man stepped up, clutching two bottles of exclusive mineral water unavailable to the public.

"I'm not thirsty—pass it to Jin Se."

Cao Jinse accepted a bottle, "Thanks."

Smiling, the man on the verge of an official role went back to his daughter's side.

"Okay, no need to support me—I'm not handicapped."

"Fine, I'll release you then. Watch your step."

Cao Jinse pulled back her hand, unscrewed the cap on her water, and drank a couple of gulps. As she set the bottle down, she noticed the other woman eyeing her with deep intent.

Princess Cao dabbed at her mouth's edge, looking confused, "What is it?"

"You're incredibly patient."

Dong Yao let out a sigh.

"What exactly am I putting up with?"

Cao Jinse appeared utterly perplexed.

"Does she honestly believe that staying home after giving birth means I'm clueless about outside events?"

Clutching a bottle of that rare mineral water unknown to average folks, Cao Jinse smiled, "Who would dare belittle you, Dong Yao?"

Like attracts like, and folks naturally sort into their circles.

What meaning lies in childhood companionship?

It means equal standing in society.

At the very least, equality marked the start.

Naturally.

Things could shift down the line. Say one side stumbles badly, but their casual walk together shows no such downfall has hit.

From the prior chat's style and topics, it was clear this new mom, "Miss Dong," hailed from a powerhouse family.

A city boasting millions—what rank does that hold?

Wedlock fuses and divides assets, not one side propping up the other.

Glance at the infant slumbering peacefully in the pram.

Just months old, yet positioned where hordes labor lifetimes to arrive.

"Come on, spill your thoughts. Does it stir you?"

With a teasing lilt, Dong Yao at last probed directly.

Cao Jinse dodged neither nor feigned ignorance, casually replying, "Butt out of my affairs."

Dong Yao burst into laughter, "Should Song Chaoge catch that, would she quit? Doubt it."

While talking, her eyes drifted downward, locking onto Cao Jinse's bosom.

"Yet Jin Se, is your heart truly forged from steel?"

Over the years, they'd observed Song Chaoge's unwavering affection for Jin Se, convinced that steadfastness wins out. In every way, Song Chaoge shone without blemish—not even prone to the usual vice of philandering, scandal-free always.

Most would have yielded ages ago.

Not Jin Se, though.

Truth be told.

She genuinely respected this pair.

More than a decade of Song Chaoge's devoted loyalty, unaltered.

Over a dozen years, Jin Se stayed utterly indifferent.

That proverb about heaven rewarding the diligent seems powerless against Jin Se.

"Could you share what about Song Chaoge you reject? Her intricate background? Hardly a defect, plus she never plotted against you..."

"I go by my emotions alone."

Cut off, Dong Yao smiled quietly, "Fair enough, but after all these years, haven't your emotions shifted at all?"

Meeting her gaze, Cao Jinse gave a soft laugh, "Oh, they have—I've become even more aloof."

Dong Yao fell silent, beaming at her old friend and ally before blurting, "I see it now—you two share some similarities."

With a heavy sigh, "History shows the deepest lovers suffer the greatest pain."

Isn't enduring loyalty over decades priceless?

True love?

Hardly a topic for them.

"Whom have I wounded?"

Cao Jinse inquired, smiling softly.

"You harm no one. All know Princess Cao's boundless kindness—she even pushed for fairer pay for cleaners in grade school."

"Stop there."

Cao Jinse cut in.

"Sigh."

Dong Yao heaved a breath, at a loss for words since the litany of the other's virtues couldn't fit in a quick chat.

"I can hardly fathom anyone bold enough to wrong our darling Jin Se. Rage nearly gave me mastitis."

"Haven't you consulted a lactation expert?"

"Were I not fresh from childbirth, I'd confront him myself. Has Jiang Chen bewitched you?"

"Concentrate on your baby—why fret excessively?"

"Am I overstepping into others' matters?"

Cao Jinse let out a gentle sigh, remaining quiet.

Dong Yao paused for a moment, itching to add more but ultimately biting her tongue. "What are you going to do? Even if Song Chaoge jumps in without your okay, you can hardly hold it against her. No matter how you look at it, she's got your back.

And if he steps in, how will the other side take it? Won't that spark some mix-ups?"

Women's instincts in these matters are sharp as ever, even right after giving birth they see straight through things, so Dong Yao couldn't resist double-checking. "Is Jiang Chen truly tangled up with the head of Jinhai Industry?"

Cao Jinse stayed mute.

Dong Yao cleared her throat softly. "What's the plan? We need to settle this; the longer it goes on, the bigger the fallout."

"The choice isn't up to me."

"If not you, then who?"

Dong Yao blurted out, a bit puzzled.

After all, hadn't Jinse kicked off this whole clash?

"What result are you hoping for?"

She pressed on.

"That's exactly what I'm wondering too."

Her face calm and serene, Cao Jinse whispered, "What outcome do I truly desire in the end."

Dong Yao fell into a brief daze.

"Oh crap, the baby just soiled itself."

Youmao's shout rang out from behind.

Both women froze as the sun dipped low.

—————

In a clash between two sides, when the power to decide lies beyond one's grasp, whose control does it fall under?

It must rest with the opposing force.

Yongding Bridge.

Stretched across the river like a dragon at rest.

Beneath the dark sky.

Traffic surged fiercer than the waters below.

Along the walkway on one side, Mr. Jiang lingered by himself in the night air, propped against the rail, gazing at the rippling river. The shining stream of cars gleamed behind him, while an endless sky loomed overhead.

Definitely not mulling a plunge into the depths.

Nothing that drastic for him.

Maybe just nursing some inner frustration and stuffiness, drawing him to the bridge for a gust of wind?

Yet the Yongding's breeze blew harsh.

It tousled Boss Jiang's locks and nearly whisked off the scrap of paper he clutched.

A sticky note it was.

Blank, without a single word.

An empty sticky note.

Its logo hinted at origins from the Tokyo Peninsula Hotel.

Spot on.

Though now gripped in his hand, neither the note nor the Tokyo Peninsula Hotel belonged to him.

Cao Jinse owned that note.

That time.

Inside a Tokyo Peninsula Hotel suite, Princess Cao herself passed this note to Boss Jiang, who'd worked nonstop to free her, letting him jot down any terms he wished.

But back then, that guy left it empty.

In turn.

Princess Cao granted it endless validity, so he could track her down anytime an idea struck.

This moment.

It looked like prime time to cash in that vow.

Plainly put.

When the trouble first ignited, it slipped his mind. By discovery, the fire blazed high.

Naturally.

Doubt not Princess Cao's honor.

Showing up at Jiuding Group with this note would end the strife for sure, though it'd cost the dignity of the note's giver to uphold her word.

"Alas."

Jiang Chen breathed a quiet sigh, then loosened his fingers. That priceless blank sticky note, beyond any cash value, fluttered skyward like a freed kite, borne by the river gust into the roaring traffic flow.

Too late for second thoughts now, unless he could soar like Superman.

But this was Boss Jiang.

Casual about trifles.

Merely a sticky note—lost is lost.

"Littering, huh, Brother Jiang? Not much civic pride in you, eh?"

From the bridge's south end.

A silhouette strolled casually his way.