I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2437 - 1540: My Thoughts

Fu Zili laughed without hesitation, although Qing Gege was the one who showed up, he knew clearly who was pulling the strings.

But buddies...

Not everything needs to be said out loud.

The emotions between men are different from those between men and women.

Between men and women, feelings need to be expressed.

But between men, it’s enough to keep it in the heart.

"No, you’re benefiting because of me."

Tie Jun refuted, "If it weren’t for inviting you to my wedding, Jiang Chen wouldn’t intervene. So, if you’re not going, then you can keep sitting back."

Fu Zili was stunned, then burst into hearty laughter, laughing with unprecedented ease and comfort.

"Does that mean I have to go to your wedding?"

"You decide for yourself."

The two cars passed through West Gate one after the other.

Fu Zili’s laughter gradually faded, but the smile remained on his face as he looked at the Maserati in front.

Of course...

He couldn’t see the scene inside the car clearly.

"How are they doing now?"

"What do you mean?"

Tie Jun asked, confused.

"Still tense?"

"I don’t get it."

"Junzi, you’re being a bit selfish, only caring about your own happiness, right."

"Do you have a solution?"

Tie Jun countered.

Fu Zili was at a loss for words, "What solution could I have?"

"So, what can I do?"

"..."

After a moment of silence, Fu Zili spoke: "So they’re still the same?"

"Do you think anything could change?"

Tie Jun used "could," not "would."

Fu Zili grew silent again, his brow furrowed, sighed helplessly, "It’s headache-inducing."

"It’s just destiny playing tricks,"

Tie Jun commented.

He was clear about Fang Qing’s thoughts.

Waiting for her to be capable, waiting for the right time, waiting to accumulate enough material foundation.

But life doesn’t have a script, filled with too many variables.

Not all waiting in life is like the tacit agreement of wind blowing flowers to fall.

As for Jiang Chen...

Despite his constant domineering attitude towards Qing Gege, in fact, he was always insecure in front of her.

The insecurity of a man.

It’s simply the inability to provide a secure future for the other person.

Of course...

No need for insecurity now.

However, he already has someone by his side.

You can’t keep youth and the emotions about youth at the same time.

Likewise...

Love doesn’t wait until everything’s perfect to start.

Whom to blame?

No one is wrong.

Everyone can be post-factum Zhuge Liang.

No one should bully their past selves with present wisdom.

"Is Jiang Chen’s girlfriend still that one?"

"Should be. You went to East Sea before, right? I haven’t seen her."

"Didn’t he bring his girlfriend back this time?"

Fu Zili was surprised.

"No."

Actually, a one-word answer was enough, but Tie Jun added, superfluously, "He came back alone."

Fu Zili turned his head.

But Tie Jun didn’t respond, avoiding eye contact.

"So, there’s still a chance."

Fu Zili turned his gaze back and mumbled to himself.

"I think you should sort out your own matters first. It’s best not to interfere with their issues. After all, we can’t afford to offend either of them now."

Fu Zili laughed, "No need to say, your business at the shop is certainly thriving, so precise in weighing."

"Don’t mention it. Since you went inside, losing such a regular patron like you has been a huge loss."

"Haha, as long as you know."

When the two cars arrived at the Junzi Barbecue Shop entrance, it was around seven in the evening.

The light was waning, the moon climbing over the street lamps.

"Junzi, your shop’s business really isn’t great."

Fu Zili slammed the car door shut, looking at the desolate barbecue shop, deliberately saying.

Actually, at this time, the barbecue shop was still in preparation; the busiest time for barbecue is late at night.

"So bring more people to spend in the future."

Tie Jun smiled, inviting a few people inside.

"Boss."

"Not bad, more and more staff."

In fact, you can tell how a shop’s doing by its employee count. Aside from those busy in the kitchen, Fu Zili saw four or five ladies cleaning dishes.

"Should I order or should you?"

Tie Jun offered the basic respect for the host treating them.

"You order, but give me a discount when settling later."

"Wool comes from the sheep; whatever discount is fine."

Tie Jun said, "You all sit, I’ll order."

"Truly a shady shop."

Fu Zili laughed, choosing a nearby table, "Let’s sit here."

The three sat down.

Seeing Tie Jun ordering, Fu Zili lowered his voice, "How much for the wedding gift?"

"How much are you thinking?"

Jiang Chen asked back.

"It should be the same. Whatever you two give, I’ll match."

As a prominent local figure, though he was inside, his foundation remained; surely, he must have some stature?

Can’t blame Fu Zili.

He used to be high-key.

Reality woke him up.

From Jiang Chen, he deeply felt a game line.

The true master always carries the heart of an apprentice.

"Just tell me the number of digits, it’s fine."

"Sixty-six thousand."

Fu Zili glanced at Fang Qing, nodding, "Settled."

Sixty-six thousand.

Just right.

Not too much, not too little.

"I’ll follow that standard for my future wedding."

"Can you really find a partner in the detention center?"

Jiang Chen laughed.

"Why not a policewoman?"

Jiang Chen looked at him with respect, "A big brother is always a big brother."

"I’m not like Junzi; I’m not cut out for marriage." After the joke, Fu Zili shook his head.

"Don’t say that. Qing Gege is right here. Ask her, even most of those on death row have families."

Someone is forgetful, a few days back the embarrassment of fleeing from the Fang Family is now long forgotten.

"Why do I feel you’re cursing me?"

"No. My point is, everyone has a red string tied to their foot, and you feel unfit for marriage because you haven’t met the person tied to your string yet."

"Is it possible that someone’s red string might be tied to more than one person?"

A big brother truly thinks differently.

Jiang Chen pondered, then said, "...not impossible."

Fu Zili laughed heartily.

"What are you chatting about? So happy."

Tie Jun came over after ordering, "Order more if you want anything later."

"Jiang Chen and I are talking about whether you want a daughter or a son."

Tie Jun sat down, "I think it doesn’t matter. Daughters and sons are alike, but personally, I prefer daughters."

"Me too."

Fu Zili nodded unwittingly, "Daughters are a dad’s little warm jacket."

Tie Jun was surprised, "Aren’t you always saying you won’t marry?"

Fu Zili casually replied, "Not marrying doesn’t mean not having kids. They’re two different things."

Tie Jun was taken aback, amused yet helpless.

There is no right or wrong.

Everyone’s life style and beliefs differ.

The country is even starting legislation to protect these views now.

Even Qing Gege as a legal worker sitting here can’t argue much.

Tie Jun shook his head, as if in pride, eyebrow radiating triumph, "No matter if you have boys or girls, my child will definitely be the eldest."

"Aren’t you celebrating too early?"

As the oldest in the circle and always a "big brother," Fu Zili swiftly stepped in to refute without hesitation: "You’re only the first to marry; you might have kids after us."

Just like childhood role-playing again, Jiang Chen played the mischievous one, smirking and nodding, joining in, "I think you can’t surpass Fu Zili."

Little did they know a certain trickster far abroad was growing sleepier, according to the time difference it was just past eight over there, drowsiness enveloped over her, covering her soft red lips, lazily yawning.