I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2736 - 1699: Age Fifteen_2

Wu Guangjiang stood up.

The woman looked up, staring blankly at him. This time, it wasn’t professional courtesy but a true emotional reveal, somewhat distracted.

Just as he was about to leave, Wu Guangjiang thought of something, reached for his pocket, and took out his wallet again.

This time, he learned his lesson and didn’t mention card payment.

"This is all I have, don’t dislike it."

He didn’t know the expenses here, so he took out all the cash from his wallet, around one or two thousand, and placed it on the table.

The woman’s lips moved but she didn’t speak.

"Take care, alright?"

Wu Guangjiang stuffed the wallet back into his pocket, waved his hand, and slowly staggered out.

"Creaaak—"

Until Wu Guangjiang left, the woman made no further sound, her gaze fell, staring at the insignificant pile of cash on the table, her lips trembling as if smiling yet not quite.

Whether or not it’s professional courtesy.

At least those who work here have one commonality.

Their original family is definitely not harmonious.

This is certainly true.

Without touching the money on the table, the woman turned her head, gazing at the beam in some direction, where it seemed to vaguely glimmer.

"Brother, you can’t blame me, right? Wu Guangjiang really can’t be trusted!"

In the private room upstairs.

Martial Saint also slapped his thigh.

Boss Jiang no longer shook his folding fan, nor cracked peanuts. His intoxication subsided a bit, and he sipped tea to calm his nerves.

When the mood strikes, singing a little song is fine.

But the problem is.

After the singing, Wu Guangjiang didn’t return.

To be precise.

—He was missing.

As the planner, bringing both elder and junior here to cultivate Jiang Chen felt somewhat uneasy.

There’s certainly no need to worry about safety.

He even preferred if Wu Guangjiang had been kidnapped.

Otherwise, if he left intentionally, the consequences would be unimaginable～

"Don’t worry. They’ve already gone to find him."

This wasn’t to comfort the Martial Saint but to console himself.

Even though similar incidents aren’t surprising, where both son-in-law and father-in-law get caught for a ten-day detention, Jiang Chen has moral boundaries.

He brought Wu Guangjiang and Martial Saint here genuinely to let the father and son relax and broaden their perspectives, believing this trip to East Sea worthwhile.

That’s all.

But he overlooked human nature.

"I just knew..."

Martial Saint, who had a foresight, was quite anxious; Wu Guangjiang had been "missing" for about twenty minutes, not long, but enough for many things to happen.

As a son, he’s now beyond anger, filled only with fear. Even though coming here wasn’t his idea, there’s a legal term called accomplice; as long as he’s there, he’s responsible!

"Brother, why don’t I leave first, you stay and wait... look for Wu Guangjiang?"

This kid wants to escape the situation!

Jiang Chen, similarly at a loss, naturally wouldn’t let him leave. Legally there’s a term called accomplice, but there’s also a principle that "the law does not punish the majority."

If something happens, two carrying the burden is surely better than one.

"We must have faith in father."

Jiang Chen pressed on his shoulder, forcing Martial Saint to sit stationary on the chair.

"Father won’t be confused at his age."

"Brother, in such matters, men always err!"

Martial Saint lamented, aiming to dispel the other’s fluke mentality, "I know you didn’t mean it. You had good intentions, but my thoughts don’t matter. No matter what, my sister is forever his daughter, she won’t do anything to her father, but how she’ll deal with us, that’s uncertain!"

The more he spoke, the more Martial Saint wanted to flee, but each attempt was stopped by the strong hand pressing on his shoulder.

"I believe in father."

Jiang Chen stated firmly.

The desire for food and passion is true.

But there’s also a saying: The character for passion hides a knife.

Wu Guangjiang is a rural person who hasn’t read much, but he’s lived over half a life, reaching an age of knowing destiny.

What’s today’s occasion.

He’s not here alone.

Standing from an objective stranger’s perspective, Jiang Chen also doesn’t believe the other would be so ignorant.

Feeling unable to escape, Martial Saint tried to think, sweat beading on his forehead, and he suddenly exclaimed: "There’s one method!"

He seemed not to have heard anything Jiang Chen said.

Or had no trust in his own father.

"What method?"

"Turn ourselves in."

Martial Saint hurriedly said, "We voluntarily find Sister, explain everything, and put all responsibility on Wu Guangjiang..."

Jiang Chen opened his mouth.

"Brother!"

Martial Saint said gravely, "Only this way, we might have a slim chance!"

You can’t blame him for reacting so intensely.

Jiang Chen could completely understand.

If.

Just saying if.

If Wu Guangjiang has betrayed his trust and committed the mistake that all men make, it’s no joke; the consequences would be far more severe than all previous frictions.

"Your sister doesn’t have clairvoyance or supersonic hearing, nor is she an immortal, she might not know..."

See.

Still holding on to wishful thinking.

"Brother!"

Martial Saint called out again, "We can’t afford to gamble. If we voluntarily report it, we might get leniency, but if we try to cover it up and my sister finds out, then we’re really doomed!"

"Creak."

The door opened.

"Thanks."

With the sound, Wu Guangjiang walked in, probably speaking to the staff who guided him.

The two in the room, who were discussing reporting, simultaneously turned their heads.

The door closed again.

Seeing this guy come back instinctively gave Martial Saint a sigh of relief, but his face still looked bad, and the gloom in his heart hadn’t dissipated at all.

The person is back.

But it doesn’t mean the crime didn’t happen.

"Wu Guangjiang, I won’t let you off even as a ghost!"

He angrily stood up, this time without resistance, raising his hand to fiercely point at his father.

Wu Guangjiang looked at him, bewildered, glancing left and right, "Ghost? Where’s the ghost?"

"You’re simply not human! My brother brought you here out of goodwill, but you want to put us in jeopardy!"

A dazed Wu Guangjiang frowned, finally understanding, he staggered over.

"What do you mean?"

"Pretending to be crazy, huh? I’ll tell my sister right away—you want to harm us? No way!"

Jiang Chen stood up, pressed his shoulder, then looked at Wu Guangjiang who had been missing for over twenty minutes.

"Uncle, where did you go?"

"I went to... what’s that girl’s name again?"

Only then did Wu Guangjiang realize he didn’t even know her name, "The girl who sang with me just now, did you see her?"

"Just ran into her?"

Jiang Chen said.

Wu Guangjiang was surprised and nodded appreciatively, "Jiang, I didn’t expect you to know this too."

"Wu Guangjiang, you should look at your age, you could be her dad!"

"Exchanging arts, why mind the age."

Wu Guangjiang said dismissively, leisurely leaning on the table, showing no remorse.

Martial Saint’s face turned red, whether from urgency or embarrassment, pointing at his father, unable to speak for a moment.

"Uncle, you went to her room for art exchange?"

Still, Boss Jiang composed himself and grasped the key issue.

"Yes, I went..."

Wu Guangjiang picked up the teacup and instinctively nodded, then realized something was off, glancing at Jiang Chen, but mainly at his son, whose face was alternating between green and red.

"What are you guys thinking?"

He laughed, waved the lid of the cup, and said casually, "I just had a chat with her."

Shameless!

The ultimate shamelessness!

Martial Saint’s face was burning red, he wished he could find a hole and crawl into it, his arm trembling, "Wu Guangjiang, I want to sever the father-son relationship with you!"

"Brat!"

Wu Guangjiang finally put on a stern face, looking displeased, holding the teacup still, "What kind of person do you imagine your father to be?"

"Do I even need to imagine?"

"Bang!"

Wu Guangjiang uncharacteristically grew firm, gripping the teacup in one hand, suddenly slapping the table with the other.

"Fine! Since you think of your father like this, what’s there to say? Nothing needs to be said. We won’t be father and son anymore, from today on, you don’t have to call me dad!"

Although inappropriate, Jiang Chen, as a third party, felt a bit like laughing.

As if he ever called him dad.

"Settled then!"

Martial Saint slammed the table with a louder bang.

This isn’t like father and son.

Completely like two kids throwing a tantrum.

"What are you doing, are you trying to wreck the place——"

The door suddenly opened from the outside.

Seeing their mother hurriedly walk in, Martial Saint’s heart skipped a beat, pupils shaking silently, as if he foresaw something terrifying was about to happen.

According to psychology.

When you start to feel strangely nervous and uneasy, don’t hesitate, leave the current environment immediately.

Trust your intuition.

When the second figure crossed the threshold, entering Martial Saint’s peripheral vision, he, who had long wanted to escape, was fixed in place, heart full of dread.

He wouldn’t live past fifteen.

Wouldn’t live——