I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2639 - 1647: Thai Cool La_2

Mm.

That metaphor is really spot on.

Ji Ruyan being taken away is definitely because of that Chen Tai. Since the two of them are husband and wife in the eyes of the law, when the husband commits crimes, the wife usually can’t get away clean. But if you trace it back to the source, the "real culprit" actually leads back to——

That’s right.

Leads back to the hands of Boss Jiang, who just finished enjoying her cooking.

How could that not be awkward?

If only the police comrades had come earlier. If he’d known, he wouldn’t have eaten this meal, then maybe he wouldn’t have this "sense of guilt."

"What did her husband do?"

Wu Yufei could tell Boss Jiang seemed to have something he couldn’t say out loud. Although she didn’t understand, being considerate, she quickly shifted the topic.

Fang Qing stayed silent.

"Her husband is one of us Sha City people. Back in Sha City, he did a lot of bad things, then later came to River City to develop. But recently, her husband’s protective umbrella fell, so all the stuff he did before got dug up. That Sister Ji of yours is probably getting dragged down because of that."

Boss Jiang’s explanation was a bit vague and not very complete, but it was enough for Wu Yufei to grasp the general situation.

"No wonder Sister Ji is always alone. And she’s never once mentioned her partner."

Wu Yufei murmured, then came back to her senses and looked at Jiang Chen. "...Will it... be very serious?"

Fang Qing, who had also eaten the food she cooked, still kept her mouth shut.

"Her husband? Very serious."

Boss Jiang really doesn’t like lying; he just told it like it is. "Whether he can ever get out in this lifetime is up in the air. As for her situation, that depends on whether her husband has a conscience."

Behind every successful woman, there must be one or a group of successful men.

Since they’re husband and wife.

Whether they fit the traditional definition of husband and wife or not, when there are interests involved, there’s bound to be some sharing.

In an ordinary family, husband and wife are birds of the same forest.

In the wealthy class, they’re usually grasshoppers on the same rope.

When she heard the police read out her husband’s name, Ji Ruyan stopped struggling. That alone explained a lot.

As a fellow Sha City person, Wu Yufei’s face instantly went a few shades paler; her worry was plain as day.

Sha City has its share of scumbags.

But it also doesn’t lack people with good hearts.

"Don’t be too upset."

Jiang Chen offered comfort.

Wu Yufei forced a stiff smile, fingers twisted together. "It wasn’t easy to make a new friend, and I didn’t expect..."

"The ones who took her are from the economic investigation division, not criminal police. She probably isn’t involved in criminal offenses."

Boss Jiang knew how to frame things. Economic crime, at first hearing, doesn’t sound as serious as criminal offenses. But he also knew there was a professional sitting right next to him.

Economic crimes come in different categories. If certain types are serious enough, the death penalty might be unlikely, but the maximum sentence can still be life.

Fortunately, Fang Qing didn’t expose him.

Wu Yufei might not be as professional as Fang Qing, but as a business owner, how could she not know the law? Even if she didn’t, after setting up a company she would inevitably have been forced or motivated to learn.

Crimes like fraud or illegal fundraising aren’t necessarily lighter than so‑called criminal offenses.

Of course.

She understood her old classmate’s good intentions.

"I’ll go collect the dishes."

She managed a smile, said nothing more, and got up to head to the kitchen.

Jiang Chen leaned back, resting against the sofa.

"How is this world so small."

"The world has always been small. Stanley Milgram said that through six people, you can know anyone in the world."

"Who? Saddam? Isn’t he that Middle Eastern tyrant? He actually said something so philosophical?"

Fang Qing didn’t play along with his joke. She also leaned back on the sofa, elegantly crossing one leg over the other.

"Your chance is here."

"What chance?"

Jiang Chen was puzzled.

"To play the hero saving the damsel."

Jiang Chen let out a wry laugh.

"Nonsense."

"She’s a married woman."

"Besides."

"Given her generation, I’m guessing I should be calling her Auntie."

He wondered if Young Master Zhou knew he had such a stepmom.

"You think she knew about what Chen Tai was doing back in Sha City?"

"I’m not her. How would I know? If you’re curious, just go ask her directly."

Jiang Chen was in no hurry, also crossing his legs. "You don’t really think we should help her, do you? She’s a criminal."

Fang Qing didn’t speak; she just shot him a look.

Jiang Chen rubbed his nose.

All right,

that was too much.

Qing Gege is a legal professional after all; there are some things she can’t be the one to say.

"Why don’t you get her bailed out first?"

Jiang Chen came up with a compromise.

Even if you ignore his own involvement in this whole chain of events, for the sake of his female classmate, he couldn’t just sit by and watch.

Fang Qing was probably thinking the same thing.

Besides, from the brief time they’d spent together, the woman seemed pretty decent.

As for whether she’d committed any crimes.

That was the part Qing Gege didn’t say out loud.

It’s like weighing fish at the market; how heavy one fish is can be adjusted. And even if it’s already on the scale, it’s not like you can’t put it back.

"What did you say? I didn’t quite catch that."

Is Boss Jiang an idiot?

Of course not.

At this point, asking Qing Mei to help him bail out another woman really wouldn’t be appropriate, even if the other party is a sophisticated older woman, a married woman, a wife, that legendary, wildly cool Young Master Zhou’s stepmom...

Are those taboos?

They’re clearly temptation labels.

"I didn’t say anything."

Jiang Chen decisively swallowed his words back down, all nonchalance. "I’ll go talk to her."

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Economic crimes are different from ordinary crimes; questioning is conducted in a specially designated interrogation room. Of course, even though it’s "special," the environment isn’t any better—still cramped, dark, oppressive, airless—the difference is, they don’t put handcuffs on you.

As the woman of a big boss, this was probably Ji Ruyan’s first time in such a place, but she displayed the bearing she should have: calm and composed. Facing the police comrades’ questions, she didn’t resist or stay silent; she pretty much answered whatever they asked, but always dodged the key points. After nearly an hour with no progress, the officers’ patience ran dry, and one of them couldn’t help slamming the table.