I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2740 - 1701: Belt (2)

Time does not wait, he was forced to speak faster:

"Do you feel constrained by your parents? It doesn’t mean anything how I perform in front of them. If you are a good girl, obedient to your parents, or if your family is like some rural ones that follow the tradition of parental orders and arranged marriages, why would your parents travel all this way? I would’ve already gone to them, kneeled and repeatedly bowed."

The more Jiang Chen spoke, the clearer his thoughts became, which made him increasingly bold, even at the risk of speaking recklessly.

Lan Peizhi, who was mere inches away, gradually squinted her eyes, with a terrifying pressure seemingly materializing, pressing in from all directions, as if intending to crush someone into dust.

"Do you think I don’t dare to touch you?"

"Bang."

A chopstick was slapped onto the bowl, presumably with the last burst of alcohol strength, someone stood there defiantly.

"You have the guts to kill me here today, otherwise when I get the Imperial Jade Seal, I will definitely make you pay!"

"Who’s your ’old man’?"

The corner of the eye shrank into dangerous lines.

The pressure reached its peak!

It felt like you could almost hear Boss Jiang’s bones making a creaking sound under the strain.

However.

Must wait a bit!

Is the important issue now about ’old man’?

Shouldn’t it be about, ’make you pay’?

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The desolate night was thick as ink, unfathomably deep.

The ticking of the quartz clock seemed to strike upon nerves.

Martial Saint sat on the sofa, eyes closed, eyelids trembling, hands folded in prayer, silently asking the divine, making a wish for his fifteenth birthday.

That’s right.

It was already past midnight.

Not for himself, as a man’s maturity doesn’t correlate with age, he had already learned to be benevolent, wishing for Brother Jiang Chen’s safe return.

"Click—"

Martial Saint suddenly opened his eyes, turned quickly, and looked surprised.

"Brother!"

He hurried to stand up and ran over to greet him.

Though it was a bit late, Boss Jiang had at least returned safely, and with limbs intact, as for internal injuries, they couldn’t be visually examined.

"Haven’t slept yet?"

Boss Jiang’s voice was a bit tired and hoarse.

"Brother, how could I sleep without you returning!"

Starting to show brotherly love again.

A few hours ago when he fled from the scene, there wasn’t a hint of hesitation.

But Boss Jiang had never been a petty person, forgiving past grievances as he patted his shoulder.

"Are your parents settled?"

"Yes, I sent them back to the Oriental Pearl."

The two walked into the hall.

Late at night.

The two women had fallen asleep, leaving the mansion extraordinarily quiet.

"Brother, my sister... she didn’t do anything to you, right?"

Martial Saint whispered.

Jiang Chen shook his head, sitting down on the sofa, for some reason, at the moment his behind touched the sofa, his movements suddenly slowed, sitting down bit by bit as if in slow motion.

"Don’t think of your sister as a monster, like your father said, prejudice in the heart is like a mountain."

Martial Saint was speechless.

"Did you apologize to your father?"

Martial Saint sat beside him, "I admit, today I was impulsive, but brother, Wu Guangjiang is definitely not as noble as he seems. Don’t just look at how kind he is to strangers, giving money away; how did he treat my sister before?"

"Recognizing one’s mistakes and correcting them, nothing is greater than that."

Jiang Chen’s expression was calm, "Life is long, nobody can be faultless forever, your sister doesn’t mind, why should you?"

Martial Saint pursed his lips, "Brother, what exactly happened today? It wasn’t really a setup between you and my sister, was it?"

Jiang Chen leaned back on the sofa, exhaled slowly.

"Do you think that’s possible?"

Martial Saint shook his head.

"Not really."

Jiang Chen’s gaze fixed on a point in the void, unfocused.

"Your sister is completely unpredictable in her actions, much less willing to consult anyone; and her style is extremely resolute, if not for your father... passing the test, otherwise I’d be a sinner."

"Brother, only now you know?"

Jiang Chen was slightly startled, then chuckled bitterly.

"Does your father think I’m in cahoots with your sister?"

"Whatever. His thoughts don’t matter."

Martial Saint was indifferent, which also confirmed the fact that Wu Guangjiang had indeed misunderstood.

Well.

Things had backfired.

After all the effort, not only did he gain nothing, but it stirred up trouble.

If someone’s aim was truly to showcase themselves and win over Mr. and Mrs. Wu, then undoubtedly, their plot was completely foiled.

Is this a case of killing several birds with one stone?

No wonder he’s a veteran.

"Is this birthday a happy one?"

Someone tilted their head.

Now it was Martial Saint’s turn to give a bitter smile, he was silent for a while, and then slowly nodded.

"Unforgettable tonight."

Jiang Chen laughed softly, then patted his shoulder, "Alright. It’s late, wash up and go to sleep."

Martial Saint nodded, hesitated, "Brother... thank you for all your hard work."

Jiang Chen patted his shoulder, used it to stand up, and made his way upstairs.

"By the way."

Martial Saint suddenly thought of something, and called out to the person’s back, "Brother, did you see my belt?"

The person who was moving slowly stopped, but didn’t turn around, maybe due to fatigue today, causing a lapse in memory, "What belt?"

"The one Wu Guangjiang bought, it should’ve been left at Qinyuan, did you see it?"

"You didn’t bring it back?"

"..."

At that moment, all I wanted to do was run, how could I possibly focus on a belt.

"No. Brother, you didn’t see it?"

See.

Martial Saint’s attitude towards his father had subtly changed, otherwise, why would he care about the gift from him.

"No, I didn’t notice."

"Oh, it’s alright, after all, it’s just a belt."

Martial Saint pretended to be light-hearted.

"Hmm."

Jiang Chen resumed his steps, needing to hold the handrail when going up the stairs.

Martial Saint felt it strange but didn’t think much, watched the other go upstairs, and sat alone on the sofa, pondered for a while, and took out his phone.

No matter what.

It cost tens of thousands.

Not daring to call, he carefully sent a message, "Sister, did you see the Hermes belt? I forgot it when I left, it should be in the room."

Though he couldn’t be 100% certain, Martial Saint was at least 80% confident, as long it’s at Qinyuan, there’s no worry about losing it.

"Ding..."

Watching the phone glow silently, Martial Saint immediately looked at the screen.

"I’ll buy you a new one."

Sister clearly wasn’t asleep.

But her reply left him puzzled.

He frowned, confused, typed, didn’t dare to send a voice message.

"Sister, it was already new, just let me know, I’ll find a time to get it."

One second.

Two seconds.

Three seconds.

"Ding."

Seeing the phone screen photo, Martial Saint’s pupils involuntarily enlarged, astonishing.

Hermès

Indeed.

The photo showed the newly purchased black crocodile skin belt from today.

However.

Why was it broken?!

Hmm.

The photo sent by sister was clear, spending thirty grand on the belt, yet it snapped in less than half a day!

That’s some lousy quality!

Startled, Martial Saint immediately thought he bought a counterfeit, anger surging from within.

"Damn it, scammers, sister, you should demand compensation tenfold!"

"I’ll replace it for you."

Sister will replace...

Martial Saint instinctively typed, was about to finish when he finally noticed something amiss.

Even if the belt was a knockoff or luxury goods tricking the poor, really poor quality, it should’ve stayed in the box.

How could it have been taken out?

Martial Saint furrowed his brow, then used two fingers to swipe the screen, magnifying the photo again—

Martial Saint froze.

A belt, regardless of how poor the quality, can’t break by itself.

Not only snapping in two, other areas of that belt were even "scarred and tattered", as if experiencing a violent ravaging, where’s the sheen of luxury goods, the surface layer showed wrinkles, tears, or completely vanished.

Martial Saint’s pupils trembled, not knowing what he thought, his phone began to shake too.

"I can transfer money to you."

That’s like a sister.

Perhaps considering today is a special day.

"No need, sister, I’m sleeping now! Goodnight!"

Martial Saint frantically typed, unaware of mistakes, then hurriedly put away his phone, got up and ran upstairs, fearing she’d reply again.