I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2757 - 1711: Tenderness

After drinking, we could only arrange a car to pick us up.

Wu Guangjiang was assisted into the car.

Even though it was just beer today, he seemed more intoxicated than yesterday.

The streets were bustling with traffic.

The galaxy flowed across the night sky.

"You guys don’t need to come tomorrow."

In the luxurious business car, Martial Saint Jiang Chen sat opposite Lan’s mother, while Wu Guangjiang had already dozed off, even snoring.

"Mom, I’ll take you to the airport."

Lan’s mother shook her head, "Listen to your mom."

Lan’s mother probably didn’t want to add to the sadness of parting.

"Then I’ll send someone to see off Uncle and Aunt tomorrow."

Jiang Chen spoke considerately.

Lan’s mother smiled, waiting for her husband to fall asleep, she then said, "Jiang, you’ve been wronged."

Martial Saint immediately chimed in, unwilling to be lonely, glancing at the soundly sleeping Wu Guangjiang.

"This guy, without knowing the facts, thinks Brother Jiang Chen and Sis set a trap together, completely using a vile heart to measure a gentleman’s belly."

Lan’s mother’s smile mixed with helplessness, "I’m not talking about your dad."

Not Wu Guangjiang?

——That can only mean, it’s about my sister.

Martial Saint quickly shut his mouth.

Jiang Chen smiled, it was a gentle and modest smile, he looked at Lan’s mother and asked in return.

"Does Aunt feel wronged?"

Lan’s mother was slightly taken aback, looking directly at Jiang Chen, then smiled knowingly.

Then, she clenched her fingers that looked like old tree bark:

"Honghong was born into our family, which is her misfortune, but fortunately, heaven hasn’t been too unfair to her."

Martial Saint remained silent, slightly lowering his head.

"If we follow Aunt’s logic, ninety-nine percent of people have reasons to complain about their original family. Just like Uncle and Aunt coming to the East Sea this time and encountering unpleasant things, but aren’t both the good and the bad also part of the scenery?"

Lan’s mother gazed at him, silent for a long moment.

Jiang Chen softly said, "Pei Zhi has actually moved on. For children, parents are a kind of spiritual support and an endless source of motivation, no matter the distance. Uncle and Aunt taking good care of their health is the best way to compensate her."

Jiang Chen’s lips curled up, "Martial Saint is already fifteen, why should Aunt continue to imprison herself in a cage?"

The vehicle returned to silence, its luxurious performance maximally isolating the City of No Night’s unrest and clamor.

"Jiang, I’m entrusting Honghong to you."

It took a while for Lan’s mother to speak, as if letting go of a longstanding burden in her heart.

Jiang Chen gave a faint bitter smile, all right, even after drinking he’s not boastful, instead more sober than earlier at the River Beach.

"Aunt, I’ll say what I’ve always said, I’ll do my best."

"So little confidence in yourself?"

Jiang Chen smiled wryly, not answering, his eyes filled with sincerity and earnestness.

"Regardless of how things end with Pei Zhi and me, I’m very happy to have met you and Uncle."

The most feared are sudden sentimental moments.

If not for knowing the inside story, knowing Sister Shurui, and living under the same roof, Martial Saint should be very moved at this moment.

Can’t finish learning.

Completely can’t finish learning.

But he also believes.

Brother Jiang Chen is not acting.

His attitude towards parents is undeniable.

Lan’s mother opened her mouth, wanting to say something but didn’t.

Their abilities are limited, unable to provide any help to each other, the road for both children’s future needs to be walked by themselves.

"We feel the same way."

Lan’s mother nodded slowly.

When the car started to decelerate, showing signs of stopping, Martial Saint turned his head to look out the window.

The brightly lit and grand hotel loomed into view.

Eastern Star.

His heart jumped.

"Bro, did we come to the wrong place?"

Martial Saint quickly reminded.

This is sister’s business.

Sister hasn’t shown up all day, why is it that at the end, she ends up ’walking into the net’?

Boss Jiang’s expression was calm, evidently not an unintentional mistake, as he tacitly allowed the car to stop at the hotel entrance.

The doorman opened the car door.

Comrade Wu Guangjiang was sleeping very soundly, showing no signs of waking.

Jiang Chen got out, ready to assist, only to hear: "Let me."

A handsome face covered with helplessness, Martial Saint got out, first forcibly sitting Wu Guangjiang up from the seat, then with Lan’s mother’s help, bent over, sunk down, and carried the man who had never been a father figure to him on his back.

"Can you handle it?"

Jiang Chen asked from the car side.

Martial Saint grabbed Wu Guangjiang’s legs, adjusted the man on his back, and sneered, "Do you believe that I can climb up?"

Jiang Chen nodded, "Thirty-sixth floor, we will wait for you up there, Aunt, let’s go."

Martial Saint’s face turned black.

Lan’s mother smiled, watching from the side, worried about her son not being able to bear it.

But the fifteen-year-old boy is already capable of bearing some things.

Martial Saint carried the unconscious Wu Guangjiang, walking leisurely into the hotel, ignoring others’ glances, his steps steady.

He really didn’t let Jiang Chen help, single-handedly carrying the man to the room, certainly by elevator.

"Why is this guy so lucky?"

Throwing Wu Guangjiang onto the bed, watching him roll over half a turn and still sleep like a log, Martial Saint undid his collar and couldn’t help but express his sentiment.

Lan’s mother undressed him, took off his shoes.

Martial Saint sighed deeply, leaving the bedroom with Boss Jiang.

"Bro, what’s going on? Is my sister on ’business trip’?"

Totally doesn’t align with common sense.

Yesterday at Peace Hotel, sister could descend like a god, Martial Saint doesn’t believe sister couldn’t track their whereabouts today.

Moreover, now they have come to sister’s territory.

He suspects sister is no longer in the East Sea.

"Do you want her to appear?"

"No—"

Martial Saint shook his head like a rattle drum.

If sister appeared now, then there would definitely be both a victory or defeat, and life and death, without any possibility of reconciliation.