I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2744 - 1704: Memoir

"Bro, you didn’t actually practice the Sunflower Manual, did you?"

On the way to the Oriental Pearl, the traffic flowed like shuttles. Dumped in the back seat, Martial Saint clung to the front seatback, feeling like a cat scratching at his heart.

Minors aren’t allowed to sit in the front passenger seat.

"Wanna learn? I’ll teach you."

Boss Jiang drove calmly.

Holy shit!

Martial Saint recoiled in horror, collapsing back into the rear seat, his head shaking like a rattle as he hurriedly said, "This kind of kung fu is beyond me."

"It’s very simple."

In the interior rearview mirror.

Boss Jiang’s eyes were as calm as a deep pool. Clearly unruffled, yet somehow hiding the resolve and depth of a gentleman who believes revenge is a dish best served ten years late.

"Bro, you haven’t left any heirs yet!"

Martial Saint’s tone was tragic, his face full of regret, just short of beating his chest and stomping his feet.

Who said his bro hasn’t left any heirs?

"What’s your plan for today?"

"Bro, how about we go to the hospital? Medical science is advanced now, maybe they can reattach it. You can’t just act on impulse!"

The two of them were talking at cross purposes, chicken and duck.

Boss Jiang was as humble as a valley, driving steadily. "No blossom stays bright for a hundred days. One day your sister will have to pay the price for her arrogance."

"Pfft—"

Martial Saint finally couldn’t hold it in. Clutching his stomach, he burst out laughing, rolling around in the back seat.

"Bro, you’re fucking awesome, I almost believed you. If you’d thrown in a little orchid-finger hand pose back then, the effect would’ve been even better."

As he spoke, Martial Saint personally demonstrated: arm raised, pinky delicately sticking out, then laughing so hard he was practically wheezing.

"Sister Liuli isn’t going to take it seriously, right?"

Boss Jiang focused on driving and ignored him.

Even though he’d left himself an out, there are plenty of ways to reclaim your dignity, and the battles between men and women don’t necessarily have to be settled with fists.

Using violence against a woman is something that deserves to be spat on.

Last night at Qinyuan, he’d just been putting on a show—spending most of the time footworking, dodging, or using objects to block. He hadn’t touched the other party by even a single sweat hair.

Yeah.

That’s how gentlemanly he was～

"Bro, what exactly happened last night? Your belt got whipped apart, how did you still manage to come back on your own? Tell me, come on."

Once he’d caught his breath, Martial Saint once again leaned forward. Now that the window paper had been poked through, there was no point tiptoeing around it.

"You really think your sister would dare lay a hand on me?"

That crisp, simple counter-question left Martial Saint a bit at a loss, especially with that dead-serious face in the rearview mirror.

"Your sister was just putting on airs."

He spoke unhurriedly: "We quietly got your parents over to East Sea, to the Peace Hotel. She was obviously furious—by your logic, she should’ve beaten me into a pig’s head on the spot. But what happened? She just crushed a bottle, did some posturing."

Martial Saint was stunned, chin tipped up as he stared dazedly into the mirror. "But bro, when you came back from the restroom, weren’t your legs all weak? Didn’t my sister do something to you?"

"So what exactly did she do to me?"

Still that same clean, decisive tone.

Martial Saint was once again lost for words.

What did she do? How the hell would he know?

"So, bro, what did you two go off to do?"

Blunt its edge.

Untangle its knots.

Merge with its light.

Share its dust.

Back when he discovered his raid target was bound to that Bodhisattva and he had no other choice, Boss Jiang, with a heroic death-before-disgrace mindset, set down this twelve-character policy. Now that the mission was complete, the strategy guided by these twelve characters had entered its final, ultimate stage.

"You’re a minor. Ask fewer questions you shouldn’t be asking."

Language is called an art because it can create infinite space for imagination to gallop.

Martial Saint’s whole body trembled violently. Whatever he’d imagined, his voice cracked right then.

"NO—"

Good kid.

He’s even switched to English.

With that shrill pitch, he’s the one who sounds like he practiced the Sunflower Manual.

Jiang Chen didn’t explain, just drove quietly.

After a while, Martial Saint calmed down on his own.

"Bro, you and my sister—exactly how far have things gone?"

"What do you think?"

"I don’t know."

Martial Saint didn’t dare let his thoughts run wild anymore. Even though he’d long mentally accepted the man driving up front as his brother-in-law, it’s like that moment when your sister is really about to get married—being the little brother, your feelings are always super complicated.

"I’m not a casual person, and your sister isn’t, either."

He did have a bottom line; he wasn’t just talking nonsense. Even if he were, Martial Saint wouldn’t dare go confront Lan Peizhi about it.

At a red light, his voice paused along with the car. A few seconds later, he continued, "I just took your sister’s first kiss, that’s all."

Though not as explosive as earlier, like he’d been electrocuted, Martial Saint’s pupils still shrank suddenly.

The man did have a moral bottom line.

He wouldn’t just make this kind of thing up for fun.

The fact that they’d kissed was real. Whether or not it was mutual, that was an irrelevant trivial detail—no need to dig into it.

As for whether it was a "first kiss"...

Even less reason to agonize over it.

He believed it was, and that was enough.

"So it was just... a kiss on the lips?"

After holding it in for ages, Martial Saint finally squeezed out this one line—and sure enough, he’d misunderstood.

It was definitely more than kissing on the lips. There was footbath water involved, smacking her butt...

But those moonlit, flowery moments between adults didn’t need to be itemized for a fifteen-year-old minor.

Jiang Chen didn’t respond, and Martial Saint fell silent too, not pushing further.

The streetlights flicked on.

The car started up again, following the one ahead.

Jiang Chen couldn’t help glancing at the rearview mirror. After all, the kid was only fifteen, and the image his sister had built up in his heart since childhood was just too towering. All of a sudden, he worried that the kid’s fragile psyche couldn’t handle such a shock.

Then.

Martial Saint also looked into the rearview mirror.

Their gazes met on the glass.

"Bro, what’s it like, kissing my sister?"

Jiang Chen almost lost control of the steering wheel.

Well then.

He’d been worrying for nothing.

Jiang Chen retracted his gaze and looked straight ahead. "You’ve never kissed a girl?"

"But she’s Lan Peizhi. How could that be the same?"

The kid was clearly back to full HP. His ability to adapt was downright terrifying, eyes blazing with gossip fire as he pawed at the driver’s seat.

"Was it a French wet kiss?"

"You really think your sister’s that romantic?"

"No."

"Then why are you asking."

"Bro, you’re the fierce one. Of all the courage in the world, there’s one stone; I get one peck, from ancient times till now everyone shares one peck, and you monopolize eight pecks."

Martial Saint sighed.

School hadn’t been for nothing.

He was a totally different person from the kid who’d run away from that Bashu village.

"You ever studied ’Peach Blossom Spring’?"

"Huh?"

Martial Saint was stunned.

Peach Blossom Spring?

"At first it was narrow, just enough for one person to pass. After walking dozens of steps, it suddenly opened up?"

"’The world’s most extraordinary, magnificent, and unusual sights are often found in dangerous, distant places, where people rarely reach. Thus only those with true resolve can get there.’"

Jiang Chen recited.

"Hoo..."

Martial Saint let out a breath, then scrunched up his features, expression turning weird.

"Isn’t that from Wang Anshi’s ’Traveling to Mount Baochan’?"

In the rearview mirror.

Their eyes met again.

"Hahahahaha—"

Loud laughter exploded in both the front and back of the car at the same time.