I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2583 - 1616: Second Update

Today’s special dish is spicy chicken with pork intestines.

Fang Qing wasn’t exaggerating; she honestly said someone should really pay for his meals daily.

Even if Young Master Zhou went to his aunt’s house for dinner, it wasn’t every day.

"I heard the mayor got disciplined?"

"We ordinary folks don’t talk politics."

Stopping his wife’s inquiry, Fang Weiguo put down his chopsticks and looked perceptive: "Do you have something to say?"

The two kids were unusually quiet today.

Unnaturally quiet.

Logically speaking,

the downfall of corrupt officials should be a joyous occasion worth celebrating.

"Uncle Fang, I’ve already arranged with River City and they’ll send a car to pick him up."

"That’s good news."

Fang Weiguo immediately replied.

Dust returns to dust, earth to earth.

The collapse of evil forces and their protectors is just the end of a stage; life has to go on.

"Jiang Chen, sorry to trouble you again."

"It’s no trouble at all."

"Sending your uncle to River City for treatment means your aunt won’t be so stressed. Hopefully, the medical treatment there can bring him around."

"Whether he wakes up or not depends on fate. Jiang Chen is just doing what he can."

Pan Hui nodded.

"Is this what you wanted to talk about?"

Fang Weiguo mainly focused on his daughter.

The daughter hadn’t spoken yet.

"I’m planning to go to River City too."

Jiang Chen spoke again.

The Fang Weiguo couple was surprised, then they understood.

"You’re going to make arrangements, right?" Pan Hui said.

Jiang Chen neither confirmed nor denied, then added, "Fang Qing is planning to go too."

Pan Hui was stunned.

What’s the daughter going for?

What does it have to do with the daughter?

Fang Weiguo fell silent, his gaze shifting between the two kids, suspecting they were keeping a secret from him.

"Go then."

Though it seemed a little strange, Pan Hui didn’t think much of it. The daughter was no longer a child; going to the provincial capital was no big deal.

But Fang Weiguo remained silent, his mood slightly melancholic.

People,

tend to be jumpy.

It wasn’t a problem before.

He had hundred percent trust in Jiang Chen, but ever since he caught his daughter in bed next door, everything changed.

As a parent, it’s hard not to overthink things.

"Dad, if you don’t want me to go, I won’t go."

Qing Gege was still quite filial.

Mr. Zhou was their generation’s idol, and Mr. Zhou even had a song called "Listen to Mother’s Words."

Don’t overthink things.

Dad’s the same way.

"When did your dad say you couldn’t go? Why wouldn’t he let you go?"

Not knowing the inside story, Pan Hui laughed, unwittingly locking her husband in a bind.

"What are you going for?"

Fang Weiguo asked sullenly, while quietly taking a bite of his food.

"I’m going to a concert. Jay Chou’s concert, he’s getting old, and if I don’t go now, there won’t be many more chances."

"Back when you were in school, didn’t you all like listening to his songs? Go ahead, it’s like revisiting your youth."

Pan Hui was quite open-minded.

Fang Weiguo gave his wife a look, but she didn’t notice at all.

With such an optimistic mom, it’s lucky the daughter wasn’t swayed away by Huang Mao.

"If you want to go, go ahead."

The mom doesn’t care, so what can the dad do?

Fang Weiguo gave up entirely.

"Why don’t Uncle Fang and Aunt Pan go too?"

That’s emotional intelligence.

The moment he said it, Fang Weiguo couldn’t help but laugh.

Good kid.

Obviously knowing the old folks can’t possibly go, he still deliberately suggested it, making himself look good.

"Sure!"

Fang Weiguo deliberately said, to see how the boy would respond.

"What would we do there? There are so many people at concerts, it’s stifling. I even feel dizzy in underground markets, how could I handle that?"

Before Jiang Chen could respond, his wife immediately countered.

"Why dizzy? Jiang Chen will definitely arrange for VIP seats."

Pan Hui still shook her head, "Forget it, forget it. It’s the hobby of young people, no point in us crashing the party."

Is there any need to say more?

There are only four people at the table, three standing on one side against him.

Fang Weiguo gave up, fell silent.

"Dad, eat some chicken."

Fang Qing placed a piece of chicken in his bowl.

After dinner.

Pan Hui went to the kitchen to wash dishes and found her husband sneaking a smoke while looking out the window, deep and brooding.

"Thinking about your long-lost first love again?"

Truck drivers tend to smoke, but Fang Weiguo had given it up for some years. Occasional smoking didn’t bother Pan Hui much; home is a harbor of tolerance and understanding, not a battlefield.

Fang Weiguo didn’t reply, just sighed deeply.

"Have you suddenly reconnected after decades?"

Pan Hui placed the dishes in the sink and continued to tease.

"Playing music to a cow."

Fang Weiguo shook his head in a manner suggesting he’d encountered something beyond understanding.

"Are you calling me a cow?"

Pan Hui immediately retorted, "If I’m a cow, then you’re a pig."

"You’re the pig."

So grown up, yet still bickering like kids.

"Why am I a pig?"

Fang Weiguo took a deep puff of his cigarette, drawing so hard he started coughing violently.

Pan Hui hurriedly walked over, patting his back, taking his cigarette and tossing it into the sink.

"If something’s on your mind, just say it. Holding it in and smoking doubles the harm."

Fang Weiguo frowned, stopped coughing, and looked at her in surprise.

"You think you’re the only smart one?"

Pan Hui gently patted his back, "Parenting is a race; she will eventually overtake and leave you behind. What we parents should do is accompany her as long as we can. When it’s time to let go, don’t chase."

Fang Weiguo was moved.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

Pan Hui teased, "No wonder men like sons; having a daughter, the father’s burden is heavy. Tough break."

"I don’t like sons, I like daughters."

Fang Weiguo immediately said.

Pan Hui smiled, seeing her husband stop coughing, she relaxed, "Who was constantly calling him son-in-law earlier? Now you act like something was stolen. Old Fang, I’ve known you for a lifetime, never realized you were so fickle."

Fang Weiguo felt wronged, didn’t agree with this evaluation, but upon opening his mouth, he found no argument.

Indeed.

As a father,

it seems he often falls into conflicting whirlpools.

"Fine, if you’re really unwilling, go and tell the girl you disapprove. She surely won’t go."

Fang Weiguo pursed his lips, silent.

"It’s just a concert, is it necessary? The two kids are probably just trying to fulfill a childhood wish."

Fang Weiguo exhaled slowly, revealing a wry smile.

"That’s what you say; if anything happens, you’re responsible."

"I’m responsible."

Pan Hui moved toward the sink, "Hurry up and help with the dishes."