I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2394 - 1515: Mosquito Coil (2)

With a vacant expression, the young man failed to grasp the concept.

The woman let out a heavy sigh.

"Chenchen, you must understand that your father and I won't always be by your side, and neither will Uncle Fang, Aunt Pan, or Fang Qing... You're a young man now; you need to pursue what you desire yourself instead of constantly relying on others to provide it for you."

"Continue with your studies."

She settled beside him, keeping a watchful eye.

Jiang Chen reclined on his bed, his gaze drifting towards the desk where the teenager wrestled with homework, observing the woman supervising nearby, a subtle, unconscious curve forming on his lips.

Back then, he certainly hadn't comprehended the profound significance of his mother's words. He only felt the pressure from his parents, a lack of freedom, like a bird with clipped wings, desperately wishing to grow up quickly, believing adulthood would grant him the liberty to do as he pleased...

And now.

He had attained the adulthood he had yearned for as a child.

Jiang Chen's eyes were fixed on the cracked ceiling.

If his mother were aware that he wasn't merely boasting, that he had not only achieved but surpassed his youthful ambitions, she might leap up and give him a stern lecture, wouldn't she?

"Ding."

After a moment of staring at the ceiling, Jiang Chen reached for the phone beside his pillow.

A message notification from his neighbor, Qing Mei.

His mother had worried he'd lose touch with Qing Gege as they matured, but look at them now? They still occupied rooms directly across from each other, just as they had in childhood.

If she could witness this.

Mother would surely be pleased.

Yet, simultaneously.

She might also harbor a touch of regret.

"My mom is asking if you need anything."

Jiang Chen stirred, shifted his position, and began typing on his phone, "I'm already settled in for the night."

"Hmm."

How should he navigate this?

"The bed is just a bit too hard."

Jiang Chen continued to type.

"Add more padding."

Fang Qing responded.

"Where am I supposed to find that much padding?"

"Come get some."

This was a true testament to the saying 'distant relatives are no match for a close neighbor.'

"Never mind, it's past nine; it's getting late. I don't want to disturb Uncle Fang and Aunt Pan's rest."

Jiang Chen paused briefly before typing again.

"You've already changed your bed, haven't you?"

Engaging in conversation from seemingly nothing.

Indeed.

For this third or fourth-tier small-town worker's compound, nine o'clock signaled the quiet descent of night. However, for Jiang Chen, returning from a bustling metropolis, sleepiness had yet to arrive.

"Yes, I switched to a 10cm latex mattress topper."

...

See.

It's difficult to alter one's fundamental nature.

Wasn't this blatant provocation?

Such a sly manipulator.

"That must be incredibly comfortable to sleep on."

Jiang Chen feigned indifference.

"It's alright, quite soft."

Jiang Chen smirked and countered, "A mattress shouldn't be too soft; it's detrimental to health. Sleeping on it too long could lead to spinal problems."

"It's still significantly better than a hard wooden bed, which is quite uncomfortable."

...

After all, he's a VIP.

Uncle Fang and Aunt Pan are both aware of this.

Do they possess no respect for him whatsoever?

"It is indeed a bit uncomfortable. How about a proposition?"

Fang Qing responded with a single "?"

"Lend me your bed for the night."

This was a habit ingrained over many years, deeply rooted within him.

He might bend, but he would never break.

Even if the outcomes were consistently dictated by the other party, when it came to verbal exchanges, he rarely conceded, even from childhood.

The other party is typing...

Then, a message appeared instantaneously, without hesitation or pause.

"Come."

Such a concise and unambiguous reply.

A word chosen with precision and directness.

At this juncture.

This was undeniably a contest of courage.

"Have Uncle Fang and Aunt Pan retired for the night?"

"Not yet, they will soon."

Fang Qing answered with complete candor.

"Oh."

This was clearly a signal to withdraw, an opportunity for everyone to save face. Yet, Qing Gege seemed unwilling to accept a mutually beneficial resolution.

"Come over, my bed is quite spacious."

Jiang Chen sighed.

Are all lawyers this unyielding?

Do they not comprehend the principle of 'showing leniency when possible' at all?

Do they truly still perceive him as a child?

Jiang Chen sent a [smiley face] emoji, "How spacious is it?"

His amicable tone was evident, yet the other party didn't engage in banter, simply sending a photograph directly.

"Enough?"

Gazing at the image, it was undoubtedly sufficient. The photo, likely taken from the foot of the bed, appeared to be at least 2 meters by 1.8 meters, if not 1.8 meters by 1.8 meters – certainly large enough to accommodate two average adult males.

Undeniably.

Even without lying down, the mere sight of the photograph suggested it would be exceptionally comfortable for sleeping.

However, Jiang Chen remained entirely unmoved, feeling only a sense of resignation.

This situation resembled a fencing match.

Though you only indicated a desire to cease, your opponent remained unrelenting, pushing forward until you were compelled to yield and plea for mercy.

Still, one could hardly assign blame to them.

It was undeniably clear that he was the one who initiated this contest.

"Why did Uncle Fang and Aunt Pan get you such a colossal bed? It seems to leave no space for anything else in your room."

Jiang Chen initiated a strategic diversionary tactic.

"I heard them come into the room."

...

Jiang Chen’s eye began to twitch.

"?"

Without delay, another question mark materialized.

Is it not understood that one may be slain but never humiliated?

"Wait a moment."

Jiang Chen swiftly dispatched a message.

[Smiley Face]

The final emoji dispatched by Qing Gege delivered a truly low blow.

The chat interface abruptly fell silent.

Within the old dorm building’s eastern wing, Fang Qing, clad in her pajamas, allowed a subtle upward curve to grace her lips. She set aside her phone, retrieved her headband, donned it, and then settled onto the plush mattress.

There was no room for doubt.

It was another flawless victory.

Despite the passage of time, the sensation remained remarkably familiar.

Her parents had, in fact, entered the room.

Fang Qing’s gaze drifted towards the night sky framed by the window.

"Knock knock knock..."

The sound originating from outside shattered Fang Qing’s peaceful state. She abruptly pivoted, her eyes fixing on the bedroom door, filled with a mixture of astonishment and suspicion.

"Knock knock knock..."

The knocking was not forceful, but faint and yet exceptionally distinct.

"Ding—"

The screen suddenly illuminated.

Fang Qing sat bolt upright, scarcely believing her eyes, and reached for her phone.

"Open the door."

That guy.

Is he insane?!

"Knock knock knock..."

The persistent knocking continued.

Fang Qing, foregoing any response to the message, hastily slipped on her slippers and moved with speed out of the bedroom.

The lights in the living room were already extinguished.

Her parents had retired for the night.

Fang Qing hurried towards the door, opened it, and indeed found 'that guy,' who should have been asleep next door, shamelessly positioned at her doorstep, wearing slippers just like her.

In stark contrast to his composed demeanor, Fang Qing appeared somewhat flustered.

"What are you doing here?"

To avoid disturbing her parents, Fang Qing instinctively reduced her volume.

"Didn't you tell me to come over and sleep?"

Utterly audacious.

How profoundly thick-skinned must one be to utter such words so nonchalantly?

"Are you deliberately seeking trouble?"

Fang Qing clenched her teeth.

With the situation dramatically reversed, he remained undeterred and boldly remarked, "Uncle Fang and Aunt Pan are asleep, aren't they?"

"Did Tong Dan offer you some sort of 'special' wine?"

"Pfft—"

Jiang Chen found himself unable to suppress a chuckle.

It wasn't solely due to Qing Gege's amusing remark, but also because of her current facial expression.

A blend of shyness, anxiety, and embarrassment...

Quite... captivating.

"Who is it..."

Ultimately, avoidance of disturbing her parents proved impossible.

The house, after all, was not particularly spacious.

Fang Weiguo, likely having succumbed to sleep after his drinks, had been joined by Pan Hui emerging from the bedroom.

"Aunt Pan, it's me. I've come to borrow some mosquito repellent coils from Fang Qing."

He had come thoroughly prepared!

"Oh, I'll get some for you."

Pan Hui swiftly located a box of mosquito coils. "Take them all. If the mosquitoes are particularly bothersome, feel free to light a few more."

"Certainly. Good night, Aunt Pan."

Jiang Chen conveyed his gratitude and, with a triumphant glance towards Fang Qing, departed.

Qing Gege silently bore the humiliation, her teeth gritted.

"Go back to sleep."

Pan Hui, understandably oblivious to the subtle understanding between the two youngsters, closed the front door. She then happened to notice her daughter's slightly reddened ears.

"Are you feeling warm? If so, perhaps turn on the fan."

"No, I'm not warm."

Fang Qing rapidly retreated to her room, leaving her mother in a state of mild bewilderment.

"This child..."

"Bang."

As the bedroom door clicked shut, Fang Qing, who had always emerged victorious in past exchanges, felt profoundly unsettled by her recent, decisive defeat. She picked up her phone.

"You had better not leave if you possess any courage."

You see.

People are, in essence, quite similar.

Though clearly vanquished, there's a stubborn refusal to concede.

Her opponent mirrored her action, and an emoji, akin to a copy-paste, appeared within the chat window: [Smiley Face]

What was that saying again?

Selfish and utterly heartless!

Fang Qing's chest rose and fell with emotion. Displaying the acumen of a legal expert, she swiftly recalled a previously unfulfilled agreement and began typing with speed.

"Transfer that five thousand dollars to me, right now!"