I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2756 - 1710: Second Year Middle Schooler

"..."

Jiang Chen choked.

Martial Saint was so anxious he was spinning in circles. "What do we do now? Bro, doesn’t this mean I’ve completely pissed Sister Yun Xi off? I really didn’t mean it..."

"What’s the point of saying all this to me?"

"You’re the one who wanted me to go buy that Nine Carp Painting."

This kid was still as unreliable as ever—his mouth could spin flowers in the air, but he couldn’t handle any real test. The moment something happened, he’d rush to shift the blame. Luckily, someone was already used to it.

"That ’bitch this, bitch that’ thing, I’m pretty sure I never taught you to say that, right?"

Martial Saint was instantly at a loss for words, grunting and stammering, unable to retort for a long while.

"Bro, that’s dirty. You can’t just sell me out like this, can you? I even promised Wu Guangjiang I’d send him Sister Yun Xi’s autograph. Bro, you have to put in a good word for me..."

Martial Saint grabbed Jiang Chen’s arm, face screwed up like he was in mourning; it was so pitiful that even Jiang Chen, whose mind was a total mess, found it ridiculous.

This kid.

He thought way too highly of him.

Expecting him to speak up on his behalf.

When he himself still hoped someone would speak up for him.

"It’s fine."

Jiang Chen let out a slight sigh. Instead of standing by coldly, he comforted him. "I’ll introduce you to more actress friends next time."

"..."

Martial Saint only sank deeper into grief, his expression mournful, speechless with emotion.

The boy.

He was only fifteen.

He simply hadn’t been through enough.

Exactly.

At worst.

What he’d lost was just a "neighbor older sister." But what about someone else?

He’d just chased off Lan Peizhi’s people this morning, and now this in the afternoon. Trouble really never comes alone. And what could he do?

He still had to face it.

The Heavenly Craft Exhibition wasn’t over yet, so the Nine Carp Painting wouldn’t be smashed in the short term; there was no need to panic for now.

Life.

Was just like this endlessly surging Pujiang, how could it not have waves and ripples.

Because Lan’s mother got seasick, they found a quiet bar by the river, having small drinks while watching the evening glow. It was actually quite relaxing.

"What’s with you, why so dejected?"

Wu Guangjiang looked at his son in dissatisfaction. "With scenery this beautiful, can’t you perk up a bit?"

Martial Saint grabbed the cocktail that was basically like a soft drink, downed it in one go, and ignored him.

When it came to cultivating one’s mindset, the gap between him and his Brother Jiang Chen wasn’t just a little bit.

"You little punk, fifteen years old, the most vibrant age in life—look at you, you’re not even as lively as an old guy like me."

"You don’t get it. You don’t get anything."

"I might not get anything. But I do know the most important thing is to be happy."

Wu Guangjiang picked up his craft beer and suddenly turned to Jiang Chen. "Right?"

"Uncle, you’re very clear-sighted."

Jiang Chen lifted his glass for a light clink.

It was obvious.

Under the tint of dusk, the grudges from last night had faded away.

"Jiang, we’re heading back tomorrow. Thank you for accompanying us these two days, we’ve taken up your time and cost you money too."

Lan’s mother was drinking soda water. Though she’d only been here for two short days, she’d seen a world she’d never seen before, couldn’t even have imagined. She felt very satisfied.

"Mom..."

Hearing his parents were leaving tomorrow, Martial Saint finally pulled himself out of the emotional quagmire of having offended someone.

"Brother Jiang Chen already drove Sis’s people away. Why don’t you stay a few more days?"

"This is your life here, not mine and your mom’s."

Wu Guangjiang sat with one leg crossed, craft beer in hand, watching the sunset slowly sink among the high-rises across the river, the water sparkling with gold.

"We’ll come again for your sixteenth birthday."

Lan’s mother stretched out her rough hand, patted her son’s hand, her smile gentle.

Martial Saint wanted to say more, but Jiang Chen could already see the couple’s minds were set.

"Then it’s a deal. When the time comes, I’ll still send someone to pick you up, Uncle and Auntie."

Wu Guangjiang froze, then burst out laughing.

"Deal!"

The two glasses clinked solidly under the last light of heaven and earth, making a crisp, powerful sound as the beer foam rippled.

"Mom, you have to take good care of yourself."

Martial Saint didn’t try to persuade them anymore.

"You can rest ten thousand hearts."

Wrinkles spread at the corners of Lan’s mother’s eyes—that was the softest gift of time. "Mom’s still waiting to see you get married."

Martial Saint definitely wasn’t the shy type; once a wound healed, he forgot the pain and his mouth started running again.

"Sis will definitely be first."

"Huh?"

Seeing his mother stunned, Martial Saint realized he’d said the wrong thing again. But in this situation, it was hard to wriggle out of it, so he simply let the pot crash to the floor.

"I’m the younger one. If the older one doesn’t marry herself off first, how dare I start a family? People would jab at my spine."

"You child..."

Lan’s mother was embarrassed.

Wu Guangjiang wasn’t nearly so reserved; he chuckled. "You’re actually making sense. You’re only fifteen. If you go to college, that’s at least another seven or eight years. If you keep studying, do a PhD or something, that’s even more, who knows what year of the monkey that’ll be."

"College students are already allowed to get married."

Boss Jiang cut in.

"That still takes ages. Better pin our hopes on your sister being quick."

Wu Guangjiang drank.

Martial Saint glanced at him. "Wu Guangjiang, you sure turned around fast. How come I never heard you bring this up before?"

"That’s ’cause now I see hope."

This guy was interesting too, downright blunt.

Martial Saint couldn’t help laughing.

Boss Jiang gazed into the distance, watching the sun completely vanish at the edge of the city, offering no comment.

"Think that girl will come storming over later?"

Wu Guangjiang looked around warily.

Exactly.

She’d been driven off in the morning.

But now it was nearly dark.

Where was she?

Why hadn’t she stormed over yet?

It totally didn’t make sense.

If she did show up, could a certain someone still sit here leisurely drinking and enjoying the view? No way he’d be hiding in the mother-and-baby room like yesterday. He’d definitely take a couple of big slaps right on the spot.

"You sure talk a lot."

Martial Saint, who hadn’t even been thinking about this, couldn’t help getting nervous, cursing his old man for jinxing it.

Some things are weirdly superstitious.

If you don’t mention them, they won’t happen; once you do, they might immediately become reality.

"Your sister, she’s good at everything. Her only flaw is her temper."

Wu Guangjiang drawled, his face not red, heart not pounding. Lan’s mother, on the other hand, felt a bit embarrassed hearing it.

"If it’s still like this next year, we’re not coming. My heart’s in my throat the whole time, it’s exhausting."

Wu Guangjiang said as he drank.

"Bro, you hear that? He’s hinting at you."

Like you’re the only one who can read between the lines.

Boss Jiang spoke calmly. "I’ll do my best."

Wu Guangjiang nodded. "Don’t go thinking the future’s far away. A lifetime goes by fast. At dawn you learn to walk, at noon you meet your true love, by dusk you’ve made your name, and at midnight you turn to dust."

Martial Saint’s eyes flickered. "Well, well, Wu Guangjiang, that’s quite the speech. Who taught you that? You’re a farmer who doesn’t study how to grow crops, you spend all day on this stuff instead? What, planning your second spring as a poet to seduce young girls?"

Jiang Chen had just lifted his glass when he froze; luckily he hadn’t taken a sip yet, or he’d have sprayed it everywhere.

"What are you saying?"

Lan’s mother lightly slapped her son’s arm.

"Mom, don’t be fooled just ’cause he didn’t pull anything yesterday—that was a fluke. He definitely isn’t pure at heart. You mustn’t let your guard down. Check his phone more often. Go through all his social apps."

Being slandered so recklessly by his own son, Wu Guangjiang actually didn’t react at all.

Jiang Chen quickly understood why he was so unmoved.

"Your dad’s not that kind of person."

What counts as a successful life for a man?

High office and great power?

Rich enough to rival a country?

Or leaving a name in history?

Those all probably count.

Then what about having a partner who trusts you completely, without reservation?

Does that count as success?

Whether it counts or not, one thing is certain: this old man, who seemed to lack his children’s respect and came off as showy, vain, and unreliable, was someone many would envy.

Hearing Lan’s mother answer her son on his behalf, Wu Guangjiang finally grinned smugly. "Hear that? With your little half-baked tricks, you think you can sow discord between us?"

No wonder the father-son relationship was so bad.

Day and night traded places overhead, brilliant neon lights took over the city’s colors. Jiang Chen drank quietly, acknowledging that in some ways he couldn’t compare to this apparently good-for-nothing country man—and never would, not in his whole life.