I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2729 - 1696: Miscellaneous Alcohol

When Lan Peizhi returned, the Wu Family had already started eating.

After all, before she left, she had said, "Please eat first."

Who in the whole family would dare to defy her words?

"Sis, where’s Brother Jiang Chen?"

They left as a pair, yet Lan Peizhi returned alone, prompting the conscientious Martial Saint to pause his meal and begin sympathetically speculating about someone’s fate.

Scenes of devastating violence played repeatedly in his mind, and when a certain someone’s head was being shoved into the toilet bowl, "snap," he unwillingly cut the scene short.

"He’s in the back."

Lan Peizhi calmly took a seat. Since Martial Saint had switched seats earlier due to her request, she sat in Martial Saint’s previous spot, as she couldn’t ask him to move again.

In the back—

The Wu Family collectively turned their heads, looking toward the bathroom.

Where was the person?

Where was anyone?

Lan’s father, Lan’s mother, and Martial Saint exchanged puzzled looks,

"Honghong, did Jiang leave?"

Not having seen anyone, Lan’s mother tentatively asked.

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

Wu Guangjiang quickly rebuked, "Leave? What nonsense."

Lan’s mother was bewildered but quickly realized, finding her untimely concern a bit amusing, then promptly explained, "I meant... left, not that kind of leaving."

"Sis, what did you do to Brother Jiang Chen?"

Martial Saint nervously asked, knowing that in the past ten or twenty minutes, Brother Jiang Chen hadn’t had a pleasant time in areas they couldn’t see.

Cleaning up spilled wine and using the toilet shouldn’t take that long.

"What could I possibly do to him."

Lan Peizhi responded calmly, stumping Martial Saint, after which Wu Guangjiang’s delighted mumbling was heard.

"Here he comes, Jiang is back."

A certain someone returned from the bathroom, reappearing in the Wu Family’s view.

But.

Weren’t they supposed to go and come back together?

Why so slow?

But "didn’t leave" is a good thing.

Relieved for just a moment, the Wu Family’s gaze turned peculiar.

Why did this person’s walking seem so strange?

Showing signs of utter exhaustion.

And staggering with every step.

Moving gradually, how unlike a young adult in their prime?

"What’s going on?"

Wu Guangjiang puzzled out loud.

"Honghong, did you bully Jiang?"

Only Lan’s mother dared to ask such a question, though the word bully sounded somewhat laughable, yet quite fitting here.

"I didn’t lay a finger on him."

Lan Peizhi serenely replied, and the stifling atmosphere of just minutes ago had vanished without a trace.

You couldn’t simply dismiss this.

Going to the bathroom together coming back in such a state, something must have happened, who would believe it otherwise?

However, the Wu Family didn’t dare to probe further.

"Go and help."

Wu Guangjiang spoke to his son, clearly indicating how dire someone’s condition was.

It’s easy for anyone to brag.

Anyone can try doing a hundred standard squats in one go without needing imagination or condition, and see how far they can truly push themselves without mentioning completion.

Martial Saint, for once obedient to his father’s words, first cautiously glanced at his elder sister, noting her indifferent and unperturbed demeanor, then quickly stood up and briskly walked the twenty meters towards the person whose legs seemed as heavy as lead.

"Brother, are you okay?"

Martial Saint hurriedly grabbed the other’s arm.

Jiang Chen, not putting on a brave front, leaned on Martial Saint, exhaled slowly, and although outsiders might not see it, he could distinctly feel his leg muscles trembling.

Truthfully, it was no small feat that he managed to walk back.

"Just a minor issue, nothing serious."

Jiang Chen forced a smile, the strain of it visibly evident.

Martial Saint felt guilty.

If it weren’t for celebrating his birthday, why would the other be subjected to his sister’s torment?

"What did my sister do to you?"

Jiang Chen shook his head.

"If it shouldn’t be asked, don’t ask. Otherwise, your sister might take it out on you. Let’s go back."

What tremendous magnanimity is this?

It could qualify him as one of the top ten most moving people in Shen Zhou.

Martial Saint felt a twinge of emotion, silently accepted the sentiment, refrained from asking further, and supported the other back to the dining table.

"Jiang, sit down quickly."

Wu Guangjiang, showing his cleverness, pretended to see nothing, fully illustrating that rural folks also possessed great wisdom, casually inviting Jiang Chen to take a seat.

With Martial Saint’s help, Jiang Chen finally relaxed upon touching the chair, squeezing out a smile.

"Apologies, there was a queue at the restroom, sorry to keep Uncle and Aunt waiting."

This was at the Peace Hotel.

The bathroom was larger than an average person’s home.

Moreover,

it wasn’t the women’s restroom.

Jiang Chen’s excuse was rather far-fetched, but everyone knows that the believability of a lie isn’t based on its reasonableness, but on whether the listeners are willing to believe.

"Haha, no problem, no problem, come, eat, we just tried it, and it’s still quite tasty."

Wu Guangjiang truly mastered the art of feigned ignorance, smoothly changing the topic and giving everyone a way out.

"Aren’t we having some drinks?"

As Jiang Chen was about to pick up his chopsticks, a voice suddenly interrupted, silencing the atmosphere momentarily.

Everyone turned to look at Lan Peizhi.

The wine, wasn’t it just smashed by you?

"Let’s not drink, just eat some food."

Wu Guangjiang said unconfidently, thinking his daughter hadn’t yet cooled off.

"On such a wonderful occasion, not having some wine would really spoil the mood."

Only then did everyone notice she had a wine gourd hanging from her waist.

What defines a heroine?

No, this wouldn’t do.

If she were thrown into the martial arts world, she would likely be a capricious and enigmatic female villain whose allegiance is hard to pin down.

Lan Peizhi deftly removed the wooden wine gourd, placing it on the table with a "thud."

This was—

Clearly prepared.

The three men present exchanged glances, showing no signs of joy; instead, their brows were furrowed with worry, their eyes heavy with foreboding, and their hearts filled with caution.