I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2746 - 1705: What I Said

"Ding dong, ding dong, ding dong..."

The door was opened by Lan’s mother.

"Didn’t I tell you not to come this early?"

For some reason, Lan’s mother had a forced smile, which Martial Saint didn’t notice as he peered inside.

"Wu Guangjiang isn’t still sleeping, is he?"

"You brat, how long have you been living in the city? Forgotten that your old man has always been an early riser?"

Wu Guangjiang’s voice came from behind Lan’s mother.

It was true.

Unless he was drunk the night before, Wu Guangjiang did get up very early back home, almost at the crack of dawn. He neither farmed nor planted trees, which Martial Saint truly didn’t understand.

Martial Saint walked in and then noticed the packed luggage, feeling puzzled.

"What’s going on?"

"We’ve eaten, strolled, drank, and stayed at a hotel of this grade, time to head back home."

Wu Guangjiang said with a smirk.

"But..."

Martial Saint hesitated, knowing his parents couldn’t stay long, but was their time together really this short?

Back in the village, he hadn’t felt it, even longed for his own freedom. But now Martial Saint realized life was a track and field race, where he would run faster and his parents would gradually exhaust themselves, causing distance that would grow ever larger.

Suddenly.

Martial Saint missed lying on the field ridge, chewing on grass roots, lounging with his legs crossed, and sunbathing with Gou Dan next to him.

"Study hard, alright? Put in some effort and let’s get a college graduate from our Wu Family!"

Wu Guangjiang continued packing, though there wasn’t much to pack, just a few clothes.

"Uncle, Aunt, why are you in such a hurry?"

Boss Jiang strolled in leisurely at this moment.

Lan’s mother looked pleasantly surprised but a bit embarrassed, "Jiang, we took up your whole day yesterday, and now you’re here again..."

"You brat, just in time."

Wu Guangjiang sneered, glancing sideways, "I thought you were quite reliable in every aspect, but didn’t expect you to be so scheming against me, an old comrade."

"Don’t talk nonsense. Jiang has nothing to do with it."

Lan’s mother pulled him by the arm.

"Wu Guangjiang, you’re being ungrateful, aren’t you? Do you know what Brother Jiang Chen endured for us?"

"Alright, we’re the ones causing the trouble. Chrysanthemum, did you hear? Get things packed quickly so we can leave."

Lan’s mother squatted down and closed the suitcase.

"Mom, do you have to leave today?"

Lan’s mother stood the suitcase upright and smiled kindly, "We’ll come see you next time."

Next time.

What year, what month?

"Big guys, why so sentimental? Just pretend I and your mom never came."

Wu Guangjiang was carefree.

"Have you finished packing? If so, you can set off now."

Two robust men in suits suddenly walked in.

"Let’s go, set off!"

Wu Guangjiang nodded and then instructed, "Carry the suitcase."

One of them obediently came over to carry the luggage.

"Wait a minute!"

Martial Saint called out, frowning slightly, "Who are you?"

"They were arranged by your sister to send us off."

Lan’s mother said with a strained smile.

Wu Guangjiang snorted and deliberately said to Jiang Chen, "No need to bother."

"Is it your sister who asked you to leave?"

"Don’t say it like that."

Lan’s mother immediately replied, "Really, we aren’t used to staying here. It’s too high, unlike the beds at home that feel solid..."

Realizing mid-sentence it was inappropriate, Lan’s mother quickly added, "Jiang, I mean no harm. We’re used to tough days, suddenly staying in such a high-class place, we can’t adapt..."

Hearing it was Lan Peizhi’s arrangement, Martial Saint clenched his hands, wanting to say something but stopping short, feeling quite uncomfortable.

After finally coming, how could they not want to stay longer with their children?

It was evident.

Leaving today wasn’t Mr. and Mrs. Wu’s voluntary choice.

The head of this family, seemingly Wu Guangjiang, was actually the woman who ruled unopposed.

"It’s time to set off."

The man in the suit checked his watch to remind them.

If they came a little later, wouldn’t they miss even the last goodbye, sending them away without a sound?

Jiang Chen glanced at Martial Saint, who was pursing his lips silently.

"Put the things down first."

He spoke.

The two suited men both focused on him, indifferent.

"I said, put the things down."

Jiang Chen spoke again, expressionless, gazing at the suited thug holding the suitcase.

The man frowned, suddenly feeling the air pressure increase, the weight of the suitcase in hand rising continually.

He couldn’t help but tighten his grip, still turning a deaf ear.

"Jiang, don’t make things difficult for them."

Lan’s mother hurriedly spoke, "Really, thank you very much. You and his dad are always welcome to visit us."

"Hmph. Don’t include me."

Wu Guangjiang was full of pride.

"Aunt, if you aren’t happy staying and want to go back, I have nothing to say."

Lan’s mother turned aside, avoiding Jiang Chen’s gaze.

"Put the suitcase down, you can leave."

Boss Jiang repeated.

Once or twice not thrice.

The two suited men didn’t continue to ignore, "Miss Lan..."

"Tell her I won’t let you complete your mission. If there’s a problem, let her come to me."

Martial Saint was moved, looking at his brother like he was a towering giant.

The suited men still didn’t move.

Lan’s mother was at a loss.

"Do I need to tell you my name?"

The two not-so-gentlemen suited men exchanged glances, completing their silent communication in a flash.

"Thud."

The man carrying the suitcase slightly bent down and let go, softly placing the suitcase on the carpet.

"Mr. Jiang, sorry to disturb."

Not everyone in the world knows his name, but within certain circles, this face had its recognition.

The two suited men ultimately couldn’t withstand the pressure, leaving the suspended suite empty-handed.

"Awesome..."

Though a bit crude, only this expressed Martial Saint’s feelings at the moment.

Those two were the old sister’s subordinates.

In other words.

Brother Jiang Chen’s authority had just defeated the old sister!

Indeed.

The old sister wasn’t a woman swayed by emotions, let alone blinded by love.

In her case, flirtatious guys only ended up thrown into Pujiang to feed the fish.

Brother Jiang Chen was able to win her first kiss with looks, with rhetoric?

In this suite, mother and Wu Guangjiang kept calling him Jiang, but outside this door, what do others call Brother Jiang Chen?

"Wow, quite impressive."

Wu Guangjiang said sarcastically, yet the wonder in his eyes was unmistakable.

Those guys really left, something he hadn’t expected.

It had nothing to do with matters of insight; a fifteen-year-old boy had a clear understanding, so how could he not?

Somewhat eye-opening.

Despite acting timidly before his daughter, like a hen-pecked husband, he showed quite some "guts" actually.

"Jiang..."

Lan’s mother looked complicated, "Why are you doing this?"

Last night probably hadn’t gone well, wasn’t this adding fuel to the fire?

"Aunt, you’re my guests. If someone has to send you away, it’s not up to her."

Upon hearing this, Martial Saint trembled, feeling like cramps, like an electric shock, or having a seizure.

Though it’s said that famous emperors and generals possessed unique charisma, what was charisma, the textbooks didn’t explain, but now he felt it.

Martial Saint’s blood boiled, his emotions overwhelmed him, wanting to raise his arm and revolt, to rise up together.

"Hey, hey, talk carefully. If you argue over this, we won’t be involved."

"It won’t implicate Uncle."

Jiang Chen remained calm.

"Whoever I decide to keep, no one takes away. Under my word."

Wu Guangjiang’s eyes flickered, watching him, opened his mouth, and suddenly laughed.

What’s going on?

Seems like he’s been set up again.

Why did he start admiring this lad again?

Wu Guangjiang unconsciously stood upright, puffing his chest.

Irrespective of father and daughter.

He was just a man at this moment.

Made men proud.