I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2745 - 1705: What I Said

"I think I’ll just stay down here."

Oriental Pearl, Jiang Chen, who was cheerful and lively the whole way, suddenly seemed a bit "melancholic".

"What’s wrong?"

The Martial Saint, who had already opened the car door, was puzzled but quickly caught on and started winking and smiling.

"Brother, don’t take it to heart. Wu Guangjiang should be grateful to you instead. If you hadn’t taken us to Qinyuan, how would he have had the chance to show his integrity and grandeur? Needless to say, who knows what stories he might’ve spun for my mom last night."

"But..."

The Martial Saint sighed, "My sister is really daring, playing such a game. If Wu Guangjiang hadn’t held up, our family would have fallen apart."

Jiang Chen felt like laughing; this kid was clearly aware of how thrilling last night was.

He held onto the steering wheel.

"So I almost became a historic villain."

"You even kissed my sister, brother. You can’t think of walking away without responsibility."

The Martial Saint clutched the car door, as if he’d finally found a scapegoat and was afraid he’d escape.

Jiang Chen had no choice but to turn off the engine and get out of the car, skillfully turning defense into offense.

"Bang."

The Martial Saint, satisfied, shut the door.

In the vertically ascending elevator, the Martial Saint mused, "Brother, do you think Wu Guangjiang did it on purpose? Knew it was a setup, so he played along?"

"Do you think your dad has that kind of ability?"

The Martial Saint was speechless.

Indeed.

If Wu Guangjiang were that capable, with such terrifying insight, their family wouldn’t be in such a situation, and his elder sister wouldn’t have been forced to leave home and struggle on her own.

What is the fundamental reason for their family’s mere semblance of harmony?

Apart from the traditional rural bias favoring males over females.

More importantly, though,

It’s that never-changing word.

Poverty.

The Martial Saint glanced at the misty landscape outside the observation elevator, and smiled complexly.

"I used to think Wu Guangjiang was lazy, only bragging without doing anything right, essentially useless. Now I’ve realized, maybe he’s not that bad, huh."

"If your dad was really like you said, would your mom have married him?"

"That’s different."

The Martial Saint shook his head, "In their age, it was different from now; transportation was slow, letters were distant, and they lived all their lives in a tiny place, with only those people around them. Besides, brother, you’ve never lived in the countryside; women there have very low expectations, being able to avoid beatings could be deeply satisfying."

Jiang Chen suspected this kid was hinting at something, but had no proof.

"Has your dad ever hit your mom?"

"No!"

The Martial Saint shook his head like a rattle drum, "If he dared to harm a hair on my mom, I’d fight him to the death!"

"Whose genes did your sister inherit then?"

The Martial Saint burst into laughter, nudging Jiang Chen’s arm, "Brother, think about it, why doesn’t my sister lash out at others?"

Jiang Chen immediately looked at him.

Hasn’t your sister lashed out enough?

Did her famed reputation come from doing good deeds?

Of course.

Being able to hold her ground against a Blood Guanyin for so many rounds yet emerging unscathed, still lively, is something.

"Now that you mention it, you’re right."

Channeling his inner A Q, Jiang Chen nodded self-deceptively in agreement.

The Martial Saint struggled to suppress a rising smile, "Brother, you’re a capable person; handling women is your specialty. I believe one day you’ll definitely reform my sister. Brother, ever since knowing you, my sister has changed a lot, truly, I can feel it. She’s got warmth now."

"Without body warmth, it’s not human; it’s a demon."

The Martial Saint chuckled, "I’m serious, she used to occasionally visit home and would look at me like I was an object, no different from how she looked at Gou Dan."

"Who’s Gou Dan?"

"The dog I raise!"

Jiang Chen remembered, that Tibetan mastiff, and couldn’t help but chuckle.

He’s seen people compared to dogs, but it’s his first time seeing someone compare themselves to a dog.

Yet.

It’s vivid and expressive.

"Haven’t you also changed how you look at your dad? Life is a continuous process of shattering your beliefs, only to piece them back together."

"Brother, you’re getting philosophical."

Indeed, it was quite high up.

The elevator had reached two hundred meters.

"Don’t demonize your sister."

How did Boss Jiang rely on divine skills to win over so many hard-to-reach women?

With coins?

That’s partly why.

But his magnanimous heart purely honed from self-cultivation deserved a lot of credit too.

Last night, after snapping his belt, he remarkably turned around to help untangle the other’s family issues without harboring resentment.

"Your sister is just more bold and passionate than the average person."

If Lan Peizhi were here and heard this seemingly simple and straightforward interpretation, one wonders how she would react.

The Martial Saint spaced out; the more he thought about it, the more intriguing it seemed.

"Brother, is there any woman in this world you can’t win over?"

This is undoubtedly the highest compliment from one man to another.

"If I were a woman, I’d definitely offer myself to you."

"There’s still time. I can go find your Brother Peng and fetch the Sunflower Manual."

The Martial Saint immediately raised his middle finger, "Damn! Brother, aren’t you a bit twisted, going after sisters?"

Jiang Chen was stunned.

This kid saying his sister is cold-hearted is absolutely unjustified. If it were him, he could ensure this kid would have had a childhood filled with wails and howls.

"Ding——"

Not giving the other a chance to knock him on the head, the elevator doors opened at over two hundred meters, and the Martial Saint bolted out in a flash.

Jiang Chen didn’t chase after him, suddenly breaking into a smile, walking leisurely out of the elevator.

The spirit of youth, ah, an irreproducible thing.

The Martial Saint didn’t look back, running swiftly. With only a few suites, he didn’t need to deliberately remember the location, effortlessly slid to a stop at his parents’ door, stood straight, tidied his clothes, and rang the doorbell.