I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2407 - 1523: United in Heart, Blessed for a Hundred Years

Enough is enough.

Just as Zhang Zhongquan’s expression contorted and he was about to speak, Jiang Huazi abruptly stood and pulled him into the kitchen.

To be honest, in terms of build, the more robust Jiang Huazi was not significantly lighter than the lankier Zhang Zhongquan.

"Clang..."

The partition door to the kitchen was shut.

"Why are you dragging me?"

Zhang Zhongquan protested, wriggling.

"What do you want to say?!"

Jiang Huazi glared with annoyance.

What could he possibly say?

Naturally, he was bragging!

"Sis, you don’t actually believe them, do you?! They’re trying to trick you! The boss of Hengsheng Group is surnamed Geng, and he’s already been apprehended. This guy claims Hengsheng Group belongs to him..."

Zhang Zhongquan scoffed derisively, "Didn’t you just say he made it on his own? He’s not surnamed Geng, is he?"

"Of course not."

"Then why is he boasting!"

"Shut up!"

Jiang Huazi snapped.

"He isn’t boasting!"

Zhang Zhongquan was taken aback, "Sis, you haven’t gone mad, have you? What gifts did the Fang Family bring you today to make you lose your senses? If I claimed to be Bian Zaide’s long-lost brother, would you believe that?"

Jiang Huazi inhaled deeply, "Xiao Chen wouldn’t lie!"

The moment she spoke, Jiang Huazi understood her blunder, but fortunately, Zhang Zhongquan, preoccupied with his own thoughts, merely scoffed, "I don’t care if he’s Xiao Five or Xiao Six. If you want to play the fool, I won’t participate!"

You’re just a complete idiot!

Jiang Huazi thought to herself, but she couldn’t reveal the truth in public, so she restrained herself and said, "Regardless of whether what he claims is true or not, apart from Fang Qing, you won’t find anyone else who can assist with your housing predicament, will you?"

Zhang Zhongquan’s expression shifted, and he fell silent.

"So, when you seek assistance, you must do it with proper conduct! He is Fang Qing’s boyfriend, and Uncle Fang and the others genuinely favor him. If you antagonize him, don’t anticipate Fang Qing’s help. You can go fight for your rights by jumping off a building yourself!"

Seeing Jiang Huazi about to depart, Zhang Zhongquan quickly softened and grasped her arm, "Sis, I was wrong, can I apologize? I haven’t even said anything yet, you can’t just leave me in despair, or else I’ll truly have to consider jumping off a building."

"Then keep your mouth shut!"

Jiang Huazi shook off his hand and exited the kitchen.

Damn it!

Zhang Zhongquan felt an overwhelming sense of frustration and misery, but whom could he blame?

He could only curse the vile developer, that despicable, inhumane entity, wishing their entire lineage would perish!

"Bro, have a bite, don’t you enjoy spicy food? You’ll definitely appreciate this duck head."

While Jiang Huazi and her brother were engaged in a fiery exchange within the kitchen, Hong Xiaoyu, in the dining room, was stirring the pot, reveling in the unfolding drama.

Hong Ou consumed his food quietly, acting as if nothing was happening.

Pan Hui appeared abashed.

Meanwhile, Fang Weiguo, having regained his composure, not only failed to de-escalate the situation but casually remarked, "Indeed, Qing Qing can’t handle spicy food, Jiang Chen, don’t let it go to waste."

Were Zhang Zhongquan present, he would have undoubtedly recognized the name, but he was not.

Pan Hui couldn’t resist patting her husband’s shoulder.

"What utter nonsense are you spouting?"

Fang Weiguo paid no heed.

What nonsense was this?

Where was the absurdity?

The two youngsters were rumored to be a perfect match, and him eating the duck head that the bride had already tasted, was that truly crossing a line?

Though he had never voiced it, the scene stirred a profound emotion deep within Fang Weiguo’s heart.

His daughter’s sentiments began to surface.

As a father, how could he not empathize with his daughter’s feelings?

This child... sigh!

"I’ll eat it."

Jiang Chen understood the need to adapt to the circumstances, especially since Uncle Fang had spoken, and earlier, he had even placed his chicken feet into someone else’s bowl.

With understanding, he picked up the duck head, took a cautious bite, and then proceeded to devour it.

"Phew... it’s truly delicious, quite to my liking."

As Jiang Huazi emerged, she observed her nephew consuming the half-duck head until only bare bones remained. Her gaze instinctively shifted to Fang Qing, then she offered a nonchalant smile, "Since he likes it, Qing Qing, give him a few more."

Though they had all grown up.

But sharing each other’s food, it shouldn’t be a significant issue, right?

Certainly.

Even if it were somewhat improper, she couldn’t openly comment.

"I’ll serve myself."

Jiang Chen reached for another duck head with his chopsticks, not truly ordering Qing Gege around like a possessive girlfriend.

It seems he hadn’t consumed too much alcohol!

"Come, let's raise a glass together."

Fang Weiguo lifted his glass; it was evident he was quite pleased with Jiang Chen’s conduct, savoring this rare moment as the host, naturally desiring respect and cooperation from everyone present.

"Huazi, Zhongquan, he..."

Pan Hui’s gaze drifted towards the kitchen.

"It's alright, let him be by himself for a bit. He didn't even recognize Xiao Chen; as his uncle, he's truly..."

Jiang Huazi shook her head and sighed, "Qing Qing, if you don't wish to assist him, Auntie won't fault you."

Fang Weiguo swallowed his drink, answering for his daughter.

"Huazi, you know it's not that we're unwilling to help him."

Jiang Huazi nodded, casting a glance at her nephew with a look of shame, and remained silent.

By coincidence.

Having composed himself, Zhang Zhongquan emerged from the kitchen at that exact moment, catching Fang Weiguo's words.

"Brother Fang, just tell me directly, what is it that you require for you to assist me?"

A hush fell over the surroundings.

"...You ought to offer him a toast."

Fang Weiguo finally spoke.

Zhang Zhongquan was taken aback, gazing in utter disbelief at the young man who spoke so boldly without any preparation.

This individual was the Fang family's future son-in-law; what connection did he have with himself?

Furthermore.

No matter how one looked at it.

He was considered an elder, was he not?

To ask him to toast a junior?

If it were Fang Qing, it might have been acceptable.

But wasn't this... exceedingly difficult to accept?!

Confronted with Fang Weiguo's seemingly unreasonable and baffling request, the members of the Hong family offered no response.

Pan Hui and Fang Qing maintained their silence.

Zhang Zhongquan's expression shifted numerous times.

"If you are unwilling, then never mind..."

"I will toast!"

Zhang Zhongquan declared loudly and immediately grabbed a disposable cup; he was quite familiar with the Hong family's nature.

Self-serving, snobbish, yet lacking firm self-respect; this kind of person, in pursuit of personal gain, was capable of decisively discarding any semblance of pride.

"I shall drink it all, and you may do as you please."

It wasn't completely full, merely half a cup, yet it still constituted a significant amount. Zhang Zhongquan downed it in one swift gulp, inverted the cup to demonstrate its emptiness, and offered a smile.

"Uncle wishes you and Qing Qing everlasting love and profound happiness."

All eyes turned towards Jiang Chen.

Including Fang Qing.

It wasn't a requirement to drink simply because someone had offered a toast. At this juncture, he possessed the complete freedom to disregard the gesture.

However, though he did not rise, he eventually lifted his glass, taking the small remaining portion from earlier, and chose to finish it.

"Thank you."

Jiang Huazi's feeling of guilt intensified.

Uncle Hong Ou let out a soft sigh.

Zhang Zhongquan was unaware of the underlying circumstances, but they understood that this young man had maintained the most fundamental shred of dignity for this so-called relative.

"Brother Fang..."

Zhang Zhongquan turned his head, his expression suggesting that his stomach might be in turmoil.

Fang Weiguo gave a nod.

"Qing Qing..."

"I understand, Father."

Zhang Zhongquan wiped his mouth, suddenly beaming with delight, a mixture of surprise and overwhelming joy washing over him.