I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2694 - 1674: Martial Arts Secret Manual!

"Miss Lan, welcome, welcome, truly honored by your presence."

Under the guidance of Shi Qianxi, the second batch of guests had already entered the house.

The dog, of course, had been handed over to the bodyguards.

Shi Zhenhua, who had been lurking upstairs, presumably contemplating some conspiracy, seemed to have installed surveillance. He descended the stairs just as guests arrived at the door, warmly greeting alongside his wife—no, ex-wife.

All are guests.

Why is the treatment received so different?

"Director Shi’s place can hardly be called humble."

Lan Peizhi’s smile was elegant, "My Taoist nun sister has been with me these days, so I brought her along."

That’s right.

The Daoist Sister had come too.

Hmm.

Meals are much more enjoyable with more people.

"Haha, welcome, welcome. Miss Duanmu and Qian Qian are friends as well."

Shi Qianxi timely cooperated with her father, displaying an elegant and polite smile.

"Miss Lan, Miss Duanmu, please have a seat." Meng Meiling invited.

Lan Peizhi nodded, and under the warm reception of the Shi Family, she led Tanki Liuli into the hall.

"Director Shi is in high spirits."

The opened wine jar naturally caught Lan Peizhi’s attention.

"Miss Lan misunderstood, this isn’t my drink."

Shi Zhenhua seemed to just remember, apologizing, "Oh right, forgot to inform Miss Lan, there are others today."

With eyes meeting the other party, Shi Zhenhua calmly continued, "But Miss Lan is also familiar with him, Jiang."

In comparison, Lan Peizhi, who only learned when she arrived, responded more gracefully—just asked two words.

"Where is he."

Indeed.

Where is he?

Shi Zhenhua turned to look at his daughter.

Shi Qianxi pointed in the direction of the bathroom, "Toilet."

The housekeeper delivered tea.

"Miss Lan, Miss Duanmu, have some tea."

Inside the bathroom.

The person who arrived earlier seemed to have finished, but for some reason hadn’t come out.

The bathroom was luxurious, fragrant, and spotlessly clean, even the wall tiles were reflective, surpassing five-star hotels, but that wasn’t the focus.

Jiang Chen’s gaze fell on the window.

Maintaining cleanliness was acceptable.

But why the window design had to be copied?

Exactly.

He had tried earlier.

The bathroom window could open, but only slightly, preventing any adult from climbing through.

Then comes the question.

Hotels design them this way to prevent rash decisions and jumping.

But here?

Damn it, this is the ground floor!

Having confirmed the window does not lead out, Jiang Chen raised his head to look at the ventilation shaft above.

Alright.

Best not to fantasize.

Not like it’s a movie.

"Sigh—"

Jiang Chen took a deep breath, withdrawing his gaze from the vent, raising his hands to rub his face vigorously.

Steady.

Calm.

Strong!

Life is a brave game.

How does the saying go?

All challenges stem from one’s imagination.

In elementary school, finals seemed like the biggest deal, in high school it was getting into a good university, post-graduation, nothing seemed more important than getting a good job, but looking back?

All those so-called "big deals" were trivial!

Thus Jiang stopped looking behind or above, gazing forward, towards the restroom door.

After staying nearly ten minutes, he finally took firm steps to the door, unlocked it with a "click", gripped the doorknob, paused momentarily, then pulled it open, boldly stepping out.

Through the closing gap of the bathroom door, his silhouette was reflected on the wall tiles.

In sync with early winter.

Very fitting.

As the saying goes, winds are frigid at Yi River, once a warrior departs never to return.~

"Miss Lan."

The lively atmosphere in the hall was interrupted.

Everyone turned their heads in unison.

Jiang Chen greeted proactively, maintaining a warm, steady smile, unsurprised at the Taoist nun beside Lan Peizhi.

Luo Peng had already prepped him for this.

"Jiang, come, sit."

Shi Zhenhua’s demeanor unchanged, not at all resembling someone who had left him hanging, welcomed warmly, but internally began to wonder.

This boy.

Indeed quite extraordinary.

Could still stabilize the situation.

To be honest.

With his relationship with the other party, even if his daughter were unofficial, he couldn’t face saying anything, but the grievance was stifling, needing release to prevent illness.

Thus he seized the opportunity, deliberately inviting Lan Peizhi.

No ulterior motive, but intended to use East Sea Guanyin to aggravate someone, hoping the message would get back to the Princess in Kyoto, ah, that would be ideal.

Consider it reclaiming some ground after his daughter suffered trouble in Kyoto.

Regarding any consequences.

No worries.

Someone will certainly handle it.

If one wants to embrace both arms, one must possess the corresponding ability and responsibility.

Plans were well made, everything seemed under control, yet someone’s response was far beyond Shi Zhenhua’s expectations.

Of course.

Acting is their basic skill.

"If you hadn’t come out, I was about to ask Qian Qian to fetch you. Didn’t drink too much and throw up, did you?"

Shi Zhenhua amiable, seemingly kind, yet hiding sharpness.

"Speaking of which, Uncle Shi, your yellow wine certainly packs a punch."

Jiang Chen approached, squeezed in next to Shi Qianxi, who shifted slightly, forcing him to sit beside her reluctantly.

"Haha, didn’t really throw up, did you? And the dishes have yet to be served. Why are you in such a hurry, drinking all by yourself?"

Shi Zhenhua chatted genially, not an ounce of hostility.

"Uncle Shi also didn’t tell me Miss Lan would come."

This was conveyed, emphasizing his ignorance, implying the situation wasn’t his doing.

"Really? I thought Qian Qian would have told you by now."

Shi Zhenhua unhesitatingly sold out his daughter.

Shi Qianxi ground her molars, yet couldn’t voice her frustration.

"No worries, it’s alright since they’re not strangers, right Miss Lan."

Lan Peizhi couldn’t object.

Being a guest requires understanding and adhering to etiquette, letting the host lead.

Jiang Chen bypassed Lan Peizhi, shifting his gaze to the unperturbed Daoist Sister.

"Mission accomplished?"

Tanki Liuli ignored him, silently surveying the surroundings.

A slightly awkward Jiang Chen could only cough softly.

"Give the gift to Director Shi."

Ultimately, relationships involve varying degrees of closeness; at Lan Peizhi’s command, Tanki Liuli suddenly produced an ancient, yellowed book from nowhere.

"This... how could I accept?"

Shi Zhenhua was caught off guard.

"It’s worthless, so Director Shi needn’t mind."

Separate was separate.

Lan Peizhi genuinely understood social etiquette.

"Then thank you, Miss Lan."

Shi Zhenhua rose, courteously smiled at the Daoist Sister, then accepted the book, sat down, and opened it.

Despite modest words, how could what came from this Guanyin’s hands be mere trifling?

Jiang Chen, who had gifted ten pounds of fish cake, curiously peeked at the book in Shi Zhenhua’s hands.

Seems like some exercise postures.

"This is..."

Shi Zhenhua raised his head.

"All methods for physical strengthening, perhaps not highly effective, but certainly harmless."

Jiang Chen’s eyes twitched, unable to resist genuinely focusing on the book for the first time.

Damn.

Knowing them for so long, how come he’s never got a martial arts manual?

"Miss Lan is very considerate."

Shi Zhenhua was flattered, then turned to hand the gift to Meng Meiling solemnly, "Put it away."