I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2287 - 1453: Beating the Railings in Frustration

Reflecting on history.

The true reason Fang Jun turned into a "reformed prodigal son" traces straight back to Fang Qing.

Jiang Chen kept a serene face, completely at a loss for words.

Don't force on others what you wouldn't want for yourself.

I raged and defended Qing Mei, so why can't others do the same?

What sort of absurd demand is that?

"Does she know about Young Master Song's actions?"

Jiang Chen inquired.

Though perfectly positioned to ignite conflict and breed division, Song Chaoge stayed quiet for a beat.

"She doesn't have to say a word."

He opted to refute it outright, sticking to reality.

Maybe in that instant of quiet, doubt flickered in his mind too.

Jiang Chen stayed poised, his features unchanged, since the man's meddling wasn't ordered by Princess Cao.

He believed in Lan Peizhi's discernment.

He believed in her integrity.

She'd never borrow another's hand for such a task; if push came to shove, she'd cut ties directly to his face.

"Doesn't Young Master Song fear it rebounding? You've known her from childhood and grasp her nature. From your view, it's all for friendship, but she might not see it that way."

"Her thoughts are her affair, unrelated to me. Brother Jiang, don't you get who I am? I've never let others' views sway my actions."

One must concede.

Those lines are insanely badass.

Yet they ring true as well.

All his bold moves—seen as over-the-top, reckless, or downright vicious by onlookers—never fazed him, did they?

Jiang Chen grinned, struck speechless again.

He claimed the guy mirrored himself, and it wasn't mockery; maybe his old self fell short.

His care for Ai Qian matched her needs, never pushed on her. Even post-betrayal by Ai Qian, he'd still meet to talk and calm her, per her own request.

Whereas this fellow.

Simply pursues his desires, heedless of anyone else.

"I'm doing this for Jin Se, Brother Jiang, so bear with it."

Jiang Chen nodded. "Young Master Song speaks wisdom—friendship eternal."

With Fang Qing brought up, sympathy surged naturally.

"Friendship eternal."

Song Chaoge repeated.

Kyoto stands worlds apart from those minor tier-three or four cities.

As night deepens in small towns, silence reigns, yet Kyoto buzzes on, cars streaming endlessly over the bridge in their wake.

"Has Brother Jiang visited Lingyin Temple in Hang City? It holds countless insightful couplets, like one reading, 'How can life be flawless? Half contentment suffices.'"

Song Chaoge mused slowly. "Greed serves no one well."

"And Young Master Song isn't greedy himself?"

Jiang Chen countered. "Chasing the impossible knowingly."

Song Chaoge chuckled. "Brother Jiang deems it impossible, but not I. Back when New Huaxia emerged, none foresaw such swift golden ages."

Greater vantage points yield bolder rhetoric, no doubt.

The man from a distant backwater town refused to boast of empires alongside him, blurting suddenly: "Can Young Master Song tell friendship from romance?"

Song Chaoge halted abruptly. "I don't follow Brother Jiang's meaning."

Seek virtue, and virtue finds you.

Jiang Chen pressed on bluntly. "Does Young Master Song truly fancy Jin Se?"

Hearing that, Song Chaoge shot him a look.

"Brother Jiang's going too far."

Jiang Chen stayed steady, eyes on the water.

Song Chaoge looked away. "Jin Se outshines every woman I've known. She's ideal in every way as a match."

"Thus, Young Master Song's just a fan?"

Song Chaoge laughed. "How could you not love someone raised alongside you?"

Growing bolder by the word.

Still.

Must childhood bonds always spark romance?

Jiang Chen went quiet abruptly, deep in reverie, though it passed swiftly.

"Perfection eludes all. Perhaps Young Master Song only glimpses Jin Se's flawless facade. Should he discover one day she's not the dream—moody, irrational at times—would his feelings endure?"

"Of course they would."

Song Chaoge declared. "Brother Jiang, remember, I've known Jin Se far longer than you—vastly longer—and my insight into her runs deeper than you imagine."

Jiang Chen nodded.

"So Young Master Song's harbored feelings for Jin Se all this time."

A smile tugged at Song Chaoge's lips as he nodded too, adding, "Probably longer than Brother Jiang."

"Is that why Young Master Song has stayed single all this time?"

"Naturally."

Song Chaoge shot back right away, "That's what loyalty means."

Loyalty.

Who on earth was this directed at now?

The man surrounded by endless romantic luck kept his composure, calmly inquiring, "Does Young Master Song truly value loyalty?"

Song Chaoge's lips suddenly tightened.

"Looks like Young Master Song doesn't buy it. So-called loyalty is just not facing enough temptation to stray. If Young Master Song one day encounters someone surpassing Jin Se, could he swear his feelings won't shift?"

"Brother Jiang, this topic doesn't suit us at all."

Song Chaoge's comeback cut sharp and direct.

Right to the point.

Bluntly declaring the other lacked the standing to talk "loyalty."

Jiang Chen got the jab clearly; the facts stared him in the face—no matter the ridicule, he had no real comeback.

Yet Boss Jiang stayed true to form, thick-skinned as ever. Fully grasping the underlying dig, he replied, "If Young Master Song wants to skip it, then we will."

He flipped the script.

Why did it feel like he was still coming off worse?

Predictably, Song Chaoge burst out laughing, and despite the unsuitability, the chat pressed on—he couldn't let the unfair tag stick without firing back.

"Brother Jiang, do you mock loyalty because you don't trust in it?"

"Quite the opposite."

Jiang Chen responded steadily, "Like love itself, plenty deny it exists, yet grasp how rare it truly is."

"So you're claiming loyalty for yourself, Brother Jiang?"

Song Chaoge let out a chuckle, struggling briefly to keep his face straight.

Jiang Chen held his cool with remarkable poise, "I can't judge my own heart, but for that earlier question, I can speak for Young Master Song: no matter how many outstanding people cross my path ahead, I won't abandon my first choice."

Song Chaoge went still, then exploded into wild guffaws, slamming the railing as the laughs boomed over Yongding Bridge, echoing without end.

Likely the wildest take on "loyalty" he'd ever encountered.

Still.

It held some logic.

Seemed ridiculous.

But the guy had pulled it off.

A mere "average" college underclassman, and he hadn't ditched her yet.

What other guy could manage that?

Put bluntly.

Haven't you had your fun already?

Amid the wild laughs ringing in his ears, Jiang Chen stayed serene, unshaken by praise or scorn.

Funny?

Maybe a little.

But why sweat others' views, just like the rest.

"...Folks hold their own convictions, but crossing paths with a rare soul like Brother Jiang is my life's luck, Song Chaoge concedes."

Song Chaoge clutched the railing, his broad grin lingering, this time feeling utterly sincere.

"Young Master Song and I aren't alike, are we?"

Jiang Chen murmured softly.

Song Chaoge just laughed, offering no reply.

No need anyway.

No two leaves in the world match exactly.

Two distinct souls—how could they not differ?

Hu Die, now overseas, served as a prime case nearby.

Value gone, discard followed swiftly.

"Ha."

For no clear reason, Jiang Chen chuckled too, then rapped the railing like deciding something. Next, he gripped it alongside the other, standing shoulder to shoulder, eyes fixed on the Yongding River under the night.

Before this encounter, neither Song Chaoge nor the man himself could have predicted how this Yongding Bridge rendezvous would twist fate's grand gears.

A few kilometers off, in the winding waters, a note floated along the flow, vanishing into nothingness.