I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2739 - 1701: Belt

There is no such thing as empathy in the world.

But when everyone else leaves school happily with their backpacks, yet you’re left behind by the teacher, it’s a feeling many might have experienced.

"Your dad said he wanted foot massages, that’s why I brought him here."

The detained Jiang Chen spoke, maintaining a calm and composed demeanor.

He had no choice but to be calm and composed.

The opponent appeared to be standing casually, yet actually guarded the door and angled towards the window, blocking all his escape routes.

Moreover.

This is Qinyuan, their home turf, even escaping from this room doesn’t mean a way out.

He is not Wu Guangjiang.

Wu Guangjiang has no identity burden; he can run out singing without any fear fueled by alcohol, and nobody knows him.

But he is different.

"He wanted a foot massage, that’s his business. You bringing him here, that’s yours."

Lan Peizhi was fair and strict.

Yet someone seemed to have a different opinion, with one hand resting on the table.

"Do you only reason with your family? If it wasn’t your dad earlier, you probably wouldn’t even wait to look at the surveillance, huh?"

Lan Peizhi remained unmoved, even though someone was hitting the nail on the head.

Don’t judge her as heartless towards her kin, but reflect on her actions since stepping in the room.

She did nothing.

Standing there, waiting for the truth to surface through the family’s dispute, showing an incomprehensible patience.

The prejudice in people’s hearts indeed is a mountain.

Why was Martial Saint so afraid?

Was it not fearing his sister would rush in indiscriminately and start a massacre?

But what happened?

His sister’s behavior could be described as reasonable and understanding.

People are often controlled by stereotypes, just like Martial Saint never even imagined his father could be a moral role model.

"Actually, you’re just a person, an ordinary person, who can be biased, who can show favoritism."

Jiang Chen stated firmly.

Lan Peizhi’s lips seemed to twitch, though maybe they didn’t.

"If I’m not a person, am I a ghost?"

See.

She herself admitted to having human emotions.

"Who told you to sit down."

Exactly.

Someone actually sat down on their own, arrogantly, and upon hearing this, remained unfazed, buttocks firmly planted on the round stool.

"I’m a guest, you need to watch your tone."

After speaking, he even raised his arm, picked up chopsticks, and served himself a bowl of longevity noodles.

Waste is shameful.

"Wanna try some?"

He courteously offered, although there was no response from the other side, nor was there any interference.

After all.

Even death row inmates are allowed a last meal before execution.

Jiang Chen picked up the chopsticks, lowered his head, and began slurping noodles, chewing while saying, "I admit, it was my oversight, not watching over him well, almost causing a big mistake, but everything is for the best arrangement."

As he spoke, Jiang Chen even had an admirable smile, "Have you ever thought, he turned out to be such a righteous person?"

"Since when did simply upholding the basic moral baseline of being human become something to be praised."

Jiang Chen froze slightly, continuing to lower his head to slurp noodles, "From the time he started singing, did you get notified?"

Lan Peizhi neither confirmed nor denied it, but the answer was obvious.

Wu Guangjiang felt like they teamed up to set a trap for him, merely wild speculation, but his daughter was probably seriously conducting a "test."

"Aren’t you worried about what if he couldn’t resist the temptation, then what?"

Having surveillance in the room is not shocking, a common phenomenon in today’s society, but Qinyuan certainly wouldn’t do that.

The store’s purpose, besides making money, more importantly, is to expand the network, by using wine and lust as a medium to weave connections, turning everyone who comes here to consume into friends.

Not enemies.

Having surveillance is too crude a method, with Lan Peizhi’s standing today, entirely unnecessary; once exposed, this money-burning cave earning gold every day could be destroyed and beyond redemption, causing tremendous damage to her personal reputation.

By then, everyone who came here would wonder if they were being filmed, thus being pushed to the opposite side.

The pros and cons of which, even a primary school student would weigh.

Therefore.

That surveillance was prepared only for Wu Guangjiang.

Testing humanity, was already very outrageous.

And the person being tested is her own biological father.

Jiang Chen looked calm as he continued eating noodles, but inside he couldn’t stop the waves of alarm.

"No one needs another person to live their life."

Lan Peizhi’s reply was concise.

Wait a minute.

Why does this sentence sound so familiar?

But there was no time to think deeply.

It’s often said that it’s better to demolish ten temples than destroy a marriage, yet she was clearly aiming for her parents to get divorced.

"But your mom and dad have been together for so many years already."

"That’s because she didn’t have a choice back then."

Upon hearing this, someone suddenly realized that Martial Saint’s fear wasn’t exaggerated.

What he just went through was not a trivial accident.

If Wu Guangjiang couldn’t resist the temptation, the collapse of this family was inevitable.

Then.

As the "instigator," what about him?

Because of this incident, a gap bound to be irreparable would emerge between him and her!

Fortunately, Wu Guangjiang is a gentleman!

"Are you satisfied with the current result."

Jiang Chen asked nonchalantly while fiddling with the noodles.

Lan Peizhi approached, walking neither hastily nor slowly.

"Are you satisfied with your performance today."

Jiang Chen’s heartbeat set a rhythm as the other party approached, responding quickly in the face of danger, "I invited your parents over, with no ulterior motive."