I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2314 - 1471: Wei Hong, What Are You Trying to Do?!

The moon hangs round as a platter in the sky.

Bamboo stalks cast shifting shadows.

What mars this serene scene.

Is the starlight, scattered thinly across the heavens, appearing and disappearing intermittently.

While Kyoto's smog has lessened in recent years thanks to greater environmental consciousness, it still pales in comparison to the clarity found in the countryside.

Indeed, nights in rural areas remain far cleaner and more pristine.

However, life is such.

There are always compromises to be made.

The countryside, after all, lacks the vibrant energy of urban centers, doesn't it?

Within the tranquil, ancient courtyard, amidst the lingering sounds, Lan Peizhi remains habitually clad in simple hemp attire. Only her retro water wave hairstyle is left to cascade naturally, unkempt. She stands alone in the courtyard, head slightly tilted, gazing into the vast expanse of the night. Her expression is serene, lost in thoughts unknown to others.

"Sigh..."

After an indeterminate period, a sigh, devoid of sound, gently escapes her. Her eyes, usually possessing a gaze that could intimidate the fiercest of beasts or most venomous of snakes, now appear unfocused, betraying a flicker of profound… bewilderment.

So, even she experiences moments of doubt?

But such is the way of things.

The revered title of 'Guanyin' is merely an appellation bestowed by the outside world; in a world driven by materialism, true Bodhisattvas are an impossibility.

At best, one can be.

Simply more adept at concealing one's inner turmoil than the typical individual.

"Perhaps Aunt Lan herself is unaware of the reason?"

Cao Jinse's voice, like an enchanting yet unsettling melody, echoes persistently in her mind, refusing to fade.

This lingering echo begins to subtly stir a sense of irritation within Lan Peizhi.

Such a mood is hardly conducive to moonlit contemplation.

It is, perhaps, more suited for seeking solace in conversation with another.

Yet, as she surveys her surroundings, the courtyard appears lonely and desolate, marked only by the gentle descent of bamboo leaves. Where could a kindred spirit, free from worldly cares, be found to share her burdens?

"Rustle..."

Her naturally disheveled hair stirs slightly in a faint breeze. Lan Peizhi, her usual composure softened just a touch, turns. As she prepares to step indoors, she suddenly pauses, as if catching a distant sound. Her delicate ear twitches subtly, and her gaze shifts towards the western courtyard wall.

Beyond the courtyard wall lies a narrow alley.

The weathered blue bricks composing the wall stand silent and unmoving, showing no outward sign of disturbance.

Lan Peizhi halts, her eyes fixed intently, her patience unwavering.

In the profound stillness of the night.

A figure clad in utter black suddenly appears above the wall, casting furtive glances around to ensure the coast is clear, before proceeding with its clandestine maneuver. It hoists itself over—first its neck, then its upper body until the entire person is perched atop the wall.

Heavens above!

This is Kyoto.

This is the venerable Drum Lane, steeped in history.

Someone actually dares to engage in such audacious thievery in a place like this?

Showing utter disregard for the formidable Uncle Cap.

The individual perched precariously on the wall, using the darkness as cover, claps his hands together with audacious glee. Despite his cautious checks of the vicinity, he remains stubbornly oblivious to Lan Peizhi's presence within the courtyard, a silent observer of his every move.

If she were to cry out 'Stop, thief!' right now, would he be so startled that he'd lose control and scramble away in terror?

However, Lan Peizhi is far from a timid soul; she simply watches in silence, refraining from calling for assistance.

The interloper on the wall is actively assessing the best location to descend within the compound.

Curiously, one might expect he would have conducted a thorough reconnaissance beforehand, knowing there are no surveillance cameras; otherwise, he would likely not exhibit such brazenness.

Regardless, the wall stands at a mere three to four meters, less than two stories high—hardly a daunting obstacle. With a deep breath, the man swiftly identifies a reasonably level patch of ground, swings both legs inside, and then, without a moment's hesitation, bravely leaps down.

"Whoosh—"

An unexpected whistling sound cuts through the air.

Given the intruder’s agile technique in scaling the wall, a steady landing should theoretically be well within his capabilities. Yet, unexpectedly, a small stone, propelled from an unseen source, strikes his calf with considerable force. With a muffled grunt of pain, the man instantly loses his footing, his descent going awry, resulting in an ungraceful tumble across the ground.

Clutching his throbbing calf, the intruder grits his teeth and immediately lifts his head, finally becoming aware of the courtyard's owner standing there.

"Hold on, don't move, it's just me!"

The intruder blurts out urgently, his voice laced with a rational tone, fearful of being mistaken for a common burglar and subjected to an unwelcome beating.

Although the other party can clearly see him, what if she chose to feign ignorance?

Who can definitively say that such a possibility doesn't exist?

After all, the dimness of the night provides a convenient pretext.

As anticipated, upon hearing his declaration, the other party ceases any further aggressive action.

The man who scaled the wall under the cloak of night endures the pain through clenched teeth, struggling to regain his footing. He appears genuinely affected by the impact of the falling stone, forcing a sheepish grin. He limps forward slowly, his act remarkably convincing, projecting an image of disability more profoundly than one who is genuinely infirm.

"I attempted to knock, but there was no response, so I resorted to… Madam, do you retire so early?"

This courtyard is managed by someone, though he’s forgotten their name.

He offers his explanation promptly, his demeanor seemingly commendable, but is his justification not a trifle unbelievable?

If one’s knock at the door goes unanswered, the logical next step would surely not be to scale a wall.

If pursuing a maiden means resorting to brute force when she refuses, is that truly the way?

Utterly reckless and self-willed!

Receiving a blow from that stone is simply the universe’s retribution.

To land upon one’s posterior is undoubtedly a minor consequence.

Fortunate it transpired within Shen Zhou; were it overseas, unlawfully entering a domicile, one might well face a bullet upon merely peering over the wall.

"Return at once."

Lan Peizhi’s command was delivered, succinct and unambiguous.

Jiang Chen, now limping, could only muster a wry smile, responding with expected resignation, "My leg... I can’t possibly climb back."

"Are you certain?"

Lan Peizhi’s expression remained unreadable.

Exchanging a significant look, Jiang Chen maintained a cautious distance of two meters, his heart pounding with alarm, as past encounters had taught him that extreme peril was imminent.

He swiftly raised his hand, palm forward, solemnly extending it before him.

"A moment, please!"

"I sought you out this evening due to a critical matter, leaving me with no alternative but to act as I did. I presumed a phone call would likely go unanswered."