I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2638 - 1647: Incredible

Different from the West.

As Dragon’s Descendants.

On this land of Shen Zhou, the vast majority, you could even say 90%, have no religious belief.

But it’s undeniable that sometimes, in those fragmented moments of life, you accidentally get the feeling that there really is some force out there, arranging, even manipulating our fates.

Having just accompanied Qing Mei to a temple today, Jiang Chen felt this even more keenly.

Of course.

Chen Tai.

Exactly which "Chen" and which "Tai", no one knew; the comrades in the police were dutiful and didn’t leak the secret, and besides, it was entirely possible they themselves couldn’t tell the difference between front and back nasals, retroflex and non-retroflex consonants.

Asking Wu Yufei got him nothing—she knew nothing about anything. In her eyes, before the police comrades turned up at her place, she probably still thought the lady neighbor upstairs was a refined, successful single woman.

Besides.

Even if it really was that Chen Tai, with over a billion people in Shen Zhou, having the same name isn’t some rare phenomenon; the whole reason they stopped giving kids just two-character names was to reduce this probability.

If he hadn’t seen it, that would’ve been one thing, but the key is that it all happened right under his nose—eating dishes, sipping soup, shooting the breeze, and then the police comrades walked in and took the "chef" away. Whether or not he’d get involved was one issue, but at the very least he had to figure out the truth.

By the time Wu Yufei and Fang Qing finished clearing the dining table, Jiang Chen had his answer.

He sat on the sofa, turned his head to look at the wide terrace and the flowers and plants on it, pulled at the corner of his mouth, wanting to laugh but unable to.

He couldn’t quite say it was karmic cause and effect, but he did think of a theory proposed in the West.

The butterfly effect.

—A butterfly flapping its wings in South America may cause a hurricane in the United States several weeks later.

All the more so given that Sha City and River City aren’t far apart at all—the straight-line distance is just over two hundred kilometers.

That’s right.

It wasn’t only the same name.

It was the same person.

Jiang Chen pulled his gaze back from the terrace and pinched the bridge of his nose.

The situation was clear.

Which brought the question.

Should he get involved in this "little matter" or not?

The kitchen.

The world advances thanks to lazy people.

You toss the dishes into the dishwasher and you’re done—nice and easy.

Wu Yufei stood to the side, ill at ease.

Fang Qing wiped her hands. "You and her are close?"

"Huh?"

Wu Yufei came back to herself, looked at Fang Qing, realized what she meant, smoothed her hair, and said, "Not that close. Since I moved here, Sister Ji is the only neighbor I actually know. She’ll come by sometimes to chat with me. She’s very funny and very talkative, like an older sister; being with her, I feel very comfortable."

Fang Qing nodded. "So you know her well?"

A textbook case of asking while already knowing the answer.

Wu Yufei gave a slight bitter smile. "We’ve only known each other for less than two months... I can’t say I really know Sister Ji, I didn’t even know she was already married, but I feel like she’s not a bad person."

"So you think she’s been wronged?"

Wu Yufei shook her head. "No, I just... want to know what exactly is going on."

Fang Qing jerked her chin toward the kitchen door. "If you want to know, just go ask him."

Wu Yufei looked troubled. "I don’t dare."

Fang Qing laughed. "What’s there to be afraid of? You two are old classmates. Over something this small, you think he’d turn you down?"

"Why don’t you help me ask."

Wu Yufei said in a small voice.

Fang Qing didn’t hesitate at all and readily nodded. "Sure."

Someone at the table earlier had said something that made a lot of sense.

Better not to owe favors if you can help it.

Plainly capable of asking herself, Wu Yufei followed behind her; maybe she felt the same way.

"Got it figured out?"

While that someone was still sighing and lamenting, the two women walked over.

"Yeah."

He nodded.

"What’s your relationship with her husband?"

Fang Qing asked as she sat down.

Jiang Chen looked at Wu Yufei, who was staring at him expectantly. "Nothing much."

"But you know him, don’t you?"

Jiang Chen fell silent for a moment, then said simply, "That Chen Tai is Zhou Shaohua’s father."

"..."

Fang Qing froze; enlightenment dawning, her expression turned a bit strange.

She was starting to appreciate the amusing side of this world.

"Who’s Zhou Shaohua?"

Wu Yufei couldn’t help asking. "Sister Ji has another child?"

"Ahem."

Jiang Chen cleared his throat.

Whether that mature big sister had kids or not, he didn’t know, but she definitely couldn’t have produced a son like Young Master Zhou.

Biology would not allow it.

Young Master Zhou was probably only a few years younger than her, and with how well she’d maintained herself, if the two of them stood together, they could easily pass for a married couple.

Ahem.

That metaphor was a bit out of line.

But anyway, the relationships really were a bit of a mess.

"Zhou Shaohua is her husband’s son, but not her son."

Fang Qing offered an explanation—brief and to the point, but clearly still not transparent enough.

"Sister Ji’s husband has an ex-wife?"

Wu Yufei ventured.

"Probably not."

Jiang Chen answered.

"Then... is he an illegitimate child?"

"No."

Wu Yufei was baffled; all her guesses being shot down, she couldn’t think of a reasonable explanation.

Not her fault.

The world is often crazy enough that it can’t be inferred by normal logic.

"Her husband’s son isn’t the important part."

Jiang Chen said concisely.

Wu Yufei made a small sound of assent. Other people’s family affairs didn’t need to be dug into too deeply; the urgent question now was what exactly had happened to Sister Ji.

"Sister Ji being taken away—does it have something to do with her husband?"

Boss Jiang felt a bit awkward.

To say nothing of that mature big sister he hadn’t seen in days, even that Chen Tai—Boss Jiang had never met him at all.

The two of them, to be honest, were just collateral damage.

Like when you swing a palm to swat a mosquito: not only does the mosquito get smashed to pieces, but the gust from that slap accidentally injures the microorganisms floating in the air as well...