I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2538 - 1595: Don’t Go Home Barefoot

No matter if we really encounter the unlucky guy who comes to catch us, at most we offer an apology, and at worst, pay off to avert disaster.

But when Jiang Chen saw Uncle Fang, his heart skipped a beat.

Thieves inevitably have a guilty conscience.

Fang Qing was still lying on his sofa, hair disheveled, sweaty, and flushed.

If Uncle Fang sees this—

Put yourself in the situation.

The drumbeat in Jiang Chen’s heart grew heavier.

"Uncle Fang, you’re still up?"

Even though they were so close and it was nighttime, Jiang Chen’s voice was unusually loud, while the hand not holding the door secretly waved wildly behind him, signaling to Qing Mei inside to quickly tidy up.

"My ears aren’t deaf."

Seeing him blocking the doorway, Fang Weiguo asked, "Not convenient?"

Jiang Chen forced a smile, "Why would it be."

Even though he said that, he stood there motionless, trying his best to stall for time.

Fang Weiguo noticed his insincerity and considerately said, "Should I come back later?"

Jiang Chen, exhausting all options, after stalling for roughly half a minute, had to reluctantly step aside, showing a stiff smile.

Hoping the girl on the sofa tidied up.

Just as the Boss Jiang, with an uneasy heart, was closing the door, he heard: "Where is she?"

He instinctively turned his head, equally stunned.

Indeed.

Where is she?

The sofa was empty; Qing Gege, who was just lying there, had vanished.

Facing Uncle Fang’s questioning gaze, Jiang Chen opened his mouth but was at a loss for words, and quickly walked into the room, surveying it once, then astonishingly headed toward the windowsill.

Don’t discount it.

Life indeed has many examples of people urgently escaping through windows.

The fourth floor isn’t high, and dropping a shoe doesn’t pose much danger, but if a person falls, it’s a different story.

Also.

Is it necessary?

Even if the scene was a bit unsightly, would parents truly harm their children?

At most, it’s just a verbal lesson, so is it really worth risking broken limbs or even death by climbing out the window?

Logically, Fang Qing wouldn’t do this, but in a rush, it’s hard to ensure composure, and Jiang Chen was similar, actually sticking his head out the window, looking up, down, left, and right.

No one.

Not downstairs either.

Heaving a sigh of relief, Jiang Chen drew back, turned around, and was stunned at the empty living room.

Where’s Uncle Fang?

Gone too?

Did I just encounter a spirit obscuring my sight?

Jiang Chen quickly returned to the living room, looked around in bewilderment, and caught a glimpse, out of the corner of his eye, of someone in his bedroom.

"Uncle Fang."

He hurried in.

Fang Weiguo had his back to him, motionless, silently gazing at... his bed.

A foreboding sense emerged in Jiang Chen, his gaze followed.

The neatly arranged bedding had somehow lost its shape, randomly spread across the bed.

Moreover.

Even though the light was off.

With the living room light flooding in, it was clear that something was hidden under the uneven covers.

Jiang Chen froze, the expressions on his shaded face shifting constantly, revealing the obvious concealment of the bed, speechless, his ability to speak taken away.

Indeed.

How could a person disappear into thin air?

They only get relocated.

But.

Of all hiding places, why choose the bed?!

Covering up with a blanket, thinking it won’t be discovered?

At this age.

Still thinks like a child playing hide and seek?

Under the bed...

Well.

The bed’s too low; a child could fit, not an adult.

Despite being away from the living room light, Jiang Chen’s eyes visibly quivered, his heart plunging rapidly in free fall.

Getting caught on the sofa.

At least there’s room for maneuver.

But on this bed.

Where’s your intelligence?

Your brain?

Oh.

It’s likely this.

She must have assumed it was the unlucky guy coming for revenge, so without waiting for his "cue," she chose to hide in the bedroom.

One leg, yet escaped so quickly?

Life is always more dramatic than films.

"No wonder you wanted to replace the door. Turns out there’s treasure at home. But hiding in the bed’s quite inappropriate."

Fang Weiguo broke the tense atmosphere, his tone calm with a touch of humor.

Even if Jiang Chen could talk eloquently, he was at a loss now.

The bedding stirred for a moment, like responding to Fang Weiguo.

The blanket wasn’t thick; it didn’t block sound well, although she didn’t realize it earlier, now she should recognize who it was.

But all it did was shift once, then fell silent again.

Burying one’s head in the sand?

Self-deception?

Think continuing to hide means getting away with it?

Five seconds.

Ten seconds.

Half a minute.

Fang Weiguo lost patience, turned around, leaving behind, "Put on clothes!"

Jiang Chen’s expression changed dramatically.

"Swipe!"

Finally.

The blanket was swiftly pulled back.

"Dad! What nonsense are you talking?!"

Nonsense?

Fang Weiguo, about to leave, paused, apparently unable to endure, suddenly turned back.

Alright.

Her clothes were intact, just breathing heavily, sweating on her forehead, with flushed cheeks.

Understandable.

With the blanket on for so long, suffocating, naturally.

"Get out of here."

Though his daughter was fully dressed, a father might not accept talking under such circumstances, sternly leaving, with a livid face.

Reasonable enough.

Could he be smiling warmly instead?

Fang Qing smoothed her messy hair.

"You..."

Jiang Chen’s masseter tightens.

"What do you mean? How was I supposed to know it was my dad?"

Fang Qing probably realized she’d made a colossal blunder too.

"What a disaster!"

Jiang Chen, speechless, with nothing to say, turned around and left first.