I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2398 - 1517: The Most Shameful Thing! (Part 2)

To expect scoundrels to reform is as foolish and absurd as praying for heavenly pity. Their ways are fixed, and they rarely change. Fate, you see, never offers sympathy to the weak; it reserves its favor for those who possess self-respect and strength.

Qing Gege, without question, embodies this very principle. She had been earnest before, but her sincerity was met with ridicule. Now, why should she extend any care to others?

In her profession, one must never succumb to feminine leniency! It's a path that demands a hardened heart.

"It has already been transmitted," a voice stated. "There are still two minutes left to retract it."

Li Shuru, however, is not someone who spends her entire existence tethered to a phone screen.

Emerging from the Good Neighbor Supermarket, Fang Qing maintained a stern, silent demeanor. She put away her phone and made her way towards the Maserati, which was parked in a public spot along the roadside.

Jiang Chen hurried after her, laden with a large bag of items. He opened the passenger door and settled in, remarking, "You are truly ruthless."

"The feeling is quite mutual," Fang Qing replied, her tone equally cold.

The Maserati's engine roared to life, whisking them back towards Sanjian Courtyard, drawing envious glances from onlookers.

Upon arrival, Fang Weiguo and his wife were already waiting by the entrance. Though it was only four o'clock, it seemed unusual for guests to arrive precisely at the mealtime.

"I just spoke with your aunt on the phone. She’s waiting for us at home," Fang Weiguo announced as the couple entered the car.

"Let’s go, then," Fang Qing instructed.

The Maserati started once more, leaving the city limits and tracing the path along the ancient city wall. In less than ten minutes, accounting for traffic lights, they arrived at the residential area where Jiang Huazi resided—the Greenfield District.

Jiang Huazi and her husband operated a convenience store in a street-facing unit just outside the residential complex. This shop, naturally, was rented.

While immense wealth remained out of reach, they managed to live a comfortable, ordinary life. For average individuals in third or fourth-tier cities, owning a home and running a small business already placed them well above the majority.

"It’s been quite some time since you last visited, hasn't it?" Fang Weiguo inquired.

The Maserati was parked in the underground garage of the residential area, and everyone alighted from the vehicle.

"Yes, it has been a few years, ever since my aunt purchased and moved into her place," Fang Qing responded. Fang Weiguo added with a smile, "Relatives should certainly make an effort to visit each other more frequently."

Jiang Chen offered a simple, noncommittal "Mm."

"Allow me to carry that," Fang Weiguo said, taking the shopping bag. "Your aunt would be displeased if she saw you struggling with it."

Greenfield Phase I was neither the most prestigious nor the least desirable among Sha City's numerous property developments; it was quite average. Of course, compared to the owners in Phase II, those in Phase I undoubtedly felt quite fortunate.

When his aunt had purchased this residence, Jiang Chen had not yet begun his university studies. The housing price was reasonable at the time, but it skyrocketed within the subsequent year or two, marking the zenith of the real estate boom.

Yet, all of that now seemed ephemeral. The market frenzy had subsided, leaving the real estate sector in a lamentable state, with countless speculators facing bankruptcy. However, this reality held little consequence for ordinary individuals.

For them, a house represented a dwelling, a necessity—not a speculative financial instrument to be traded regardless of its price.

Block 12. Unit 2101. "This is it," Fang Weiguo announced.

Fang Weiguo approached the door and entered the code into the lock. "Ding dong... ding dong... ding dong..."

The door swung open.

"Uncle Fang, Aunt Pan, Sister Fang Qing, and brother!" Hong Xiaoyu greeted them, having opened the door.

"Xiao Yu? You’re home?" Fang Weiguo expressed surprise.

"My mother said she couldn’t manage everything on her own, so she asked me to come back and help," Hong Xiaoyu explained, ushering everyone inside.

As they entered, Fang Weiguo asked, "You didn't just arrive recently, did you?"

"No, River City isn't very far from Sha City, only about an hour and a half away," Hong Xiaoyu replied. "Your mother, honestly," Fang Weiguo murmured, finally grasping Jiang Huazi’s underlying intention.

The hearts of parents are universally filled with compassion. If a son achieves success, the natural hope is for his nephews and nieces to maintain a good relationship with him—a common sentiment.

"Are you here alone?" Jiang Chen inquired, deliberately scanning the interior of the house.

Hong Xiaoyu shyly nodded, confirming, "Yes."

"Ah, here she comes," someone announced.

Hearing the commotion, Jiang Huazi emerged from the kitchen, an apron tied around her waist. The task of cooking, after all, was no simple feat. "Didn't I tell you? You didn't need to bring anything..."

"Qing Qing bought these items; Jiang Chen had no hand in it," Fang Weiguo clarified, handing the substantial gift bag to Hong Xiaoyu.

"Hurry and make some tea for Uncle Fang and the others," Jiang Huazi instructed her daughter. "Okay," Hong Xiaoyu replied.

"Huazi, let me assist you," Sister Pan offered. "No need, Sister Pan, you’re a guest. How could I possibly let you help..." Jiang Huazi began.

"There’s no need for such politeness. Two people working together will be much quicker," Sister Pan insisted.

The two women then proceeded into the kitchen together.

"Uncle Fang, Sister Fang Qing, and brother, please have some tea," Hong Xiaoyu said, presenting the beverages.

The Hong family’s residence, a modest dwelling of two bedrooms and a combined living-dining area, spans roughly eighty square meters. When factoring out common spaces, its size is comparable to the Fang family’s company dormitory. However, the superior interior design and neighborhood setting of this commercial housing far surpass the old, dilapidated quarters for laid-off staff. Despite the timing of their purchase, preceding the property market’s surge, the total expenditure, including renovations and furnishings, approximated sixty thousand yuan.

Sixty thousand yuan.

At first glance, the sum might seem insignificant.

The opulent mansion Jiang Chen bestowed upon Li Shuru commanded a price close to two billion yuan. Even the Maserati Quattroporte, gifted to Fang Qing and currently resting in the underground garage, carries a seven-figure price tag. Yet, one must consider the prevailing average salary in Sha City.

A mere 3000 yuan, approximately.

Precisely.

For an average citizen of Sha City, without external aid or frugal living, accumulating enough for such a home would necessitate two decades of saving.

"You are nearing graduation, aren't you?"

Fang Weiguo inquired kindly, his familiarity with Hong Xiaoyu stemming from the young man's previous association with his daughter and Jiang Chen.

"Yes, I am currently undertaking an internship."

"Indeed?"

Fang Weiguo expressed surprise, took a sip of his tea, and commented, "Time certainly passes quickly. Where are you interning?"

"At Jinhai Industry."

"Wow! That’s a major corporation!"

"Dad, you're familiar with Jinhai Industry?"

"Do you presume your father to be unschooled? The internet is remarkably advanced these days. I just caught up on news online; Jinhai Industry is planning a colossal investment, hundreds of billions, to establish a new energy vehicle manufacturing plant in Kyoto."

"Uncle Fang, your knowledge is truly impressive!"

Hong Xiaoyu promptly seized the opportunity to offer a compliment.

"See, now that he's entered the professional world, he's far more polished than before."

Fang Weiguo beamed, visibly pleased. As an elder, witnessing the younger generation mature and achieve success offers unparalleled fulfillment.

"Having secured a position in such a prestigious company, you must apply yourself diligently, ensuring your years of education and your parents' sacrifices are not in vain."

"I understand."

Hong Xiaoyu nodded without hesitation, "Uncle Fang, I will certainly strive hard."

"Do you have a girlfriend?"

Upon hearing this, Fang Qing couldn't help but roll her eyes internally. It seemed all elders followed a predictable pattern: discussing academics during one's school years, career prospects after graduation, and relationships once employed. Following marriage, the focus inevitably shifts to children; there is always a new subject to engage in.

"...Yes."

Hong Xiaoyu appeared somewhat bashful, yet he bravely opted to confess.

Fang Weiguo showed surprise, inquiring, "Really? How old is she? Where is she from? Is she currently studying or employed?"

"Dad!"

Fang Qing interjected, unable to contain herself, "You're not conducting an official inquiry."

Jiang Chen quietly savored his tea, observing the unfolding scene with amusement.

"Sister Fang Qing, it’s quite alright. Uncle Fang is simply showing concern for me."

"You see, Xiao Yu understands the situation better," Fang Weiguo remarked, feeling gratified. He recognized that Hong Xiaoyu was not Jiang Chen. As a mature elder, probing further would be inappropriate, so he decided to steer the conversation elsewhere. "Since you are in a relationship, cherish it. Support each other and grow together."

"Understood, Uncle Fang. I will!"

Jiang Chen offered a smile to his cousin.

This young man, he truly knows how to maintain his composure. If another young man were in a relationship with such a high-caliber, affluent girlfriend, he would likely be eager to announce it to the world.

"As a young man, one must embrace the responsibilities that come with youth. Be steadfast and diligent; only then can you truly honor the relationship."

Jiang Chen finally spoke.

"Your cousin is absolutely right. For a woman to choose you requires immense trust and courage. Under no circumstances should you ever betray that bond. To betray a woman who loves you is the most despicable act a man can commit in his lifetime!"

As Fang Weiguo concluded his statement, the atmosphere in the room inexplicably grew heavy.

Hong Xiaoyu shifted uncomfortably, his gaze lowered.

Jiang Chen remained silent.

Fang Qing, holding her disposable cup, calmly continued to sip her tea.