I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2467 - 1557: The Supreme and Radiant Sun and Moon

Sitting on the sofa in someone else’s house, Fang Qing hadn’t even seen the lights come back on before she heard a terrified scream coming from the stairwell outside.

This time, she learned her lesson and didn’t run outside to join the commotion. Taking advantage of the solitude, she furrowed her brows slightly and secretly rubbed her backside.

In the hallway.

Boss Jiang was standing on a stool, holding a phone in one hand to light up the area, while the other hand was preparing to close the switch. Suddenly, someone climbed up, and then, as if they’d seen a ghost, screamed in terror.

"Brother?"

It turned out to be Hong Xiaoyu.

It really was a mix-up; the family didn’t even recognize each other.

"What are you doing?"

First, it was Fang Qing who fell, and now it was Hong Xiaoyu who nearly tripped.

He couldn’t be blamed either.

In the dilapidated building, while thinking about climbing the stairs, he suddenly turned a corner and was faced with an elevated, "ghastly pale" face. Who wouldn’t be startled?

Could he be playing pranks on himself again?

Weren’t they all grown up?

Even Jiang Chen was startled by the sudden scream. When he turned around and saw it was his cousin, he finally closed the switch again and got down from the stool.

"The switch tripped."

Hong Xiaoyu looked at the fuse box, suddenly understood, and let out a sigh of relief with a smile, "I thought I’d run into a ghost."

"Just this little courage?"

Jiang Chen picked up the stool and went upstairs.

"Brother, don’t you know people can be scared to death by being startled by others? Lucky I’m young—if I were an old person, I’d get a heart attack."

Hong Xiaoyu followed him upstairs.

"Sister Fang Qing."

Entering the house and seeing Fang Qing sitting on the sofa, he wasn’t surprised and immediately greeted her.

The lights had already come back on.

"You two chat."

Actually, Fang Qing had already heard the two brothers’ voices from outside, and was about to go back when someone suddenly thought of something, and as if reflexively shouted, "Wait a minute!"

Both of them looked at him strangely.

Without explaining, he hurried into the bedroom, randomly found a coat, and, right in front of his cousin, "affectionately" draped it over Qing Mei.

"Be careful not to catch a cold."

"..."

"..."

Both the person involved and the bystander were silent.

Be careful not to catch a cold?

Is the weather really that cold?

Or is it that Sister Fang Qing is wearing too little?

Hong Xiaoyu’s expression was strange, staring at the two standing together, "intimately connected" because of the coat over the shoulder, and his brain started brainstorming.

What’s going on?

What happened?

Why did his cousin suddenly become so brave?

The bystanders had such thoughts, and Fang Qing, who was directly involved, was even more caught off guard.

Although hugging wasn’t a "rare thing" between them—like just now, neither took it seriously—it had never been this "open and aboveboard" before.

So such a contrary action from him left a highly educated woman of a top-tier city a bit stunned, her expression dazed and adorably puzzled, staring at him as if seeking an answer.

Of course.

He didn’t give an answer, stepping back, "Going back."

"..."

"..."

After an intriguingly silent moment, Fang Qing said nothing, walked towards the door silently, wearing his coat.

The house was too small, so Hong Xiaoyu quickly stepped aside.

Quickly.

The sound of opening and closing the door came from outside.

Fang Weiguo was watching the news, while Pan Hui was cleaning. It seemed that families of this generation all looked like this, like they were copy-pasted. The men liked to watch the news while the women had endless chores.

Fortunately, they were both occupied and didn’t notice their daughter.

Of course, it was also because the couple knew their daughter went to visit the neighbor, so they were quite at ease.

Fang Qing didn’t disturb her parents, quickly returned to her room, and then closed the door.

It certainly wasn’t cold.

So upon returning to her room, the man’s coat soon ended up on her.

The coat carried her body temperature, mixed with another warmth.

Her brows involuntarily knitted again, this time not because of pain.

As a legal professional, she absolutely couldn’t ignore glaring problems; this profession demanded relentless exploration and pursuit of truth!

Suspicion.

It surely wasn’t about the oversized men’s coat in her hands.

She effortlessly placed the coat on the bed as if it were her own clothes, then walked to the mirror and scrutinized herself.

Smooth and silky long hair, an intellectually elegant face, eyes clear and transparent like a pond of autumn water, a well-defined jawline that wasn’t harsh, exuding gentle affability...

From the front.

Everything seemed fine.

Fang Qing slowly turned, her gaze still fixed on the full-length mirror.

Too smart, perhaps.

Or maybe.

Thanks to the instincts of a legal person.

When her back appeared in the mirror, Fang Qing halted, staring at the middle of her back where there was a small but distinct horizontal crack.

No wonder.

He reminded her to be careful not to catch a cold.

His thoughtfulness was undeniable.

After staring for a while, Fang Qing faced the mirror, picked up her phone, and sent a message over.

Not reminding him to pick up his coat.

But asking a question.

"Do you think I look old-fashioned?"

Double-breasted.

Not exactly old-fashioned.

But in this ever-changing era that increasingly favors saving fabric for the country.

Hmm.

It might have a certain... conservativeness.

On the other end.

Hong Xiaoyu had already snuck and closed the door, whispered like a gossip reporter, "Brother, what’s up with you and Fang Qing?"

"How could there be anything between me and her?"

He was at ease.

Hong Xiaoyu looked skeptical, "Brother, I know you. You never used to be like this."

Jiang Chen’s face remained wooden, staring back at the increasingly insinuating junior, "Like what?"

"You used to be very reserved."

Time never deceives anyone.

Hong Xiaoyu’s growth was visible to the naked eye,