I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2758: Gentleness

"Why don’t you sleep here tonight?"

Jiang Chen changed the topic.

The Martial Saint nodded subconsciously, then paused, "What if my sister comes over later? Bro, I’m not as good as you, I can’t handle it."

"Today you’re the birthday star, and the birthday star is the biggest."

The Martial Saint laughed wryly.

"Even being an emperor wouldn’t help—"

No.

Being an emperor still has its benefits.

If someone could obtain the Imperial Jade Seal, they could instantly overturn the world, reshape the Human Emperor status, and stand shoulder to shoulder with the likes of Hong Jun and Pangu, and a mere Guanyin could only bow and acknowledge subjection.

At that time.

It’s his turn to unbuckle the belt.

"You decide for yourself."

The Martial Saint hesitated and struggled.

A few minutes later, Lan’s mother quietly came out, carefully closing the bedroom door.

"It’s late, you should go back and rest."

"Mom, how about I sleep here tonight, we could chat for a while."

Lan’s mother was also tempted, wishing to spend more time with her son, but ultimately shook her head.

"Your dad needs someone to look after him tonight."

"Don’t worry about him. It’s just a bit of beer, at worst he’ll just throw up."

Lan’s mother chuckled.

"Go back, you’ve been quite tired these days, have a good rest, isn’t school starting soon?"

The Martial Saint pressed his lips together, "Then tomorrow..."

"No need to come. Isn’t Jiang sending someone to drive us? There’s nothing to worry about."

"Then I won’t disturb you, auntie, sleep early."

"Mm, take care on the way."

The Martial Saint was reluctant, but farewells are a part of life, and as he arrived at the corridor, he turned back every few steps.

"Will you run away from home again?"

Jiang Chen teased.’

The Martial Saint was speechless, then smiled bitterly, finally willing to take his eyes off that door.

"Now I finally understand why Brother Yongwen chose to return to the village."

Although Brother Yongwen and the elder sister were childhood sweethearts, he knew Brother Jiang Chen wouldn’t mind.

"Bro, where’s my gift?"

Pressing the staircase, the Martial Saint seized the moment to speak, if midnight passed, his birthday would be over.

"Isn’t the gift I gave you big enough?"

Jiang Chen was surprised.

"Where?"

The Martial Saint feigned a searching posture.

"Aren’t your parents the biggest gift?"

"That’s a different issue, I meant material things."

The Martial Saint rubbed his fingers, though he hadn’t learned everything, he picked up a thing or two.

Boss Jiang wouldn’t accept extortion, standing by the elevator waiting, "Why don’t you ask your sister for it?"

The "sister" here clearly referred to his biological sister.

The Martial Saint ignored it, dismissing the veiled insinuation.

"How about this, if you help me solve this issue, we’ll call it even."

Even?

"Do I owe you anything."

Jiang Chen chuckled, right then the elevator doors opened with a ’ding’, and the two stepped inside one after another.

The Martial Saint pressed the first floor and kept rambling, "Bro, that’s not right, the elder brother is like the father..."

"The elder brother is like the father... I’ve seen how you treat your dad."

The Martial Saint choked.

With his level of skill, wanting to manipulate Boss Jiang was still too immature.

"What do you want then."

Boss Jiang, after all, was humane.

"Help me sort things out with Sister Yunxi."

The Martial Saint immediately said.

Boss Jiang suddenly fell silent, barely forgetting it for a while, isn’t this just hitting where it hurts?

"Bro, this shouldn’t be hard for you, right? After all, you’re Sister Yunxi’s boss."

From a boss’s perspective, it’s indeed not difficult.

No matter how big a celebrity, an artist never dares to show face to the boss, but if there’s a personal affair involved, it’s different.

Of course.

If cold and unfeeling, it wouldn’t matter either, but the key is, is Boss Jiang the kind of person who separates business and personal matters?

This birthday wish from the Martial Saint wasn’t meant to be difficult, but inadvertently pierced Boss Jiang’s sore spot. Asking him to mediate, he himself wasn’t sure how to protect himself yet.

"Bro, how about this, I won’t make it hard for you, what if you take some time to accompany me to explain to Sister Yunxi, I just wanted to buy my mom a gift, that’s why I was in such a rush, I don’t even know who was there..."

Wait a minute.

Jiang Chen suddenly realized, can’t let this kid go around talking nonsense, if he brings Lan’s father and Lan’s mother into it, things will only get more complicated.

"Alright. I’ll handle it."

No choice.

No resisting.

The Martial Saint was greatly relieved, immediately beaming with joy, he nudged Jiang Chen, "Bro, so righteous!"

After speaking, he quickly took out his phone to check the time.

"It’s not even nine yet. Bro, why don’t you go directly to Sister Yunxi when we get back, clear up the misunderstanding early."

You think it’s a misunderstanding.

Others may not think so.

"She’s angry right now, going now would be asking for trouble. When faced with any issue, don’t rush, people calm down and things will smooth out."

"Mm, bro, just do as you see fit."

Jiang Chen felt a blockage in his chest.

"Ding."

He quickly walked out of the elevator.

Boss Jiang and Martial Saint had just left the hotel.

Actually, it wasn’t too low a hundred meters up in the sky.

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

Lan’s mother opened the door, saw her daughter in the hallway, and wasn’t surprised, just slightly awkward.

"Honghong."

The long overdue Blood Guanyin walked into the room.

This young Martial Saint is quite clever; if he insisted on staying, he would have been caught, uncertain life and death.

"Clack."

Lan’s mother slowly closed the door.

"Your dad is drunk, Jiang and the others just left."

Lan Peizhi said nothing.

"Mom has already persuaded Sheng’er and Jiang. We’ll go back tomorrow. Honghong, don’t be mad at Jiang."

"Do you need me to arrange someone to take you?"

Lan Peizhi spoke, showing neither joy nor anger, expressionless, and in demeanor, entirely not inferior to that statue rated as the world’s most beautiful face, the Eastern Venus.

And one must know.

She is over thirty.

"Jiang said... he’ll send someone."

Lan Peizhi nodded, still as calm as water, "Rest, then."

After chatting for a couple of sentences, she actually planned to turn around and leave.

"Honghong."

Lan’s mother blurted out, stopping her daughter, "That Jiang kid is really good. Although he’s somewhat young, he’s very mature. Mom isn’t trying to interfere with you, Mom just wants to tell you, meeting some people is a rare fate. Mom knows that, actually, you understand everything inside, but even girls need to learn to express themselves. Life isn’t a play; keeping everything inside, others find it hard to hear."

Why did the daughter appear now?

The son and Jiang had just left, such a coincidence?

Clearly just doesn’t want to conflict with Jiang.

A simple rural woman can see it.

That young man distinctively holds a special place in her daughter’s heart. If she hadn’t noticed her daughter’s feelings, how could she have spoken so out of turn in the car?

"Girls should be a bit gentler."

Lan’s mother’s voice suddenly softened.

"What does it mean."

"Gentle?"

After a while, Lan Peizhi spoke.

Lan’s mother was slightly taken aback.

"Rest well."

Lan’s mother watched her daughter pass by in a daze, open the door, and walk out.

Spring and Autumn Plaza.

Indeed, they didn’t stop in front of Pei Yunxi’s mansion, but directly headed home.

Jiang Chen and Martial Saint got out of the car, and when they entered the house, Tanki Liuli was still watching TV.

"There’s a gift for you."

As she spoke, the Exquisite Taoist nun continued staring at the screen, unmoving.

"Whose gift?"

The two men walked over and looked at the coffee table in front of the nun.

What did they discover?

They discovered two identical high-end shopping bags.

Hermès

Martial Saint’s eyes flashed, he stepped closer slowly, bent over, picked up one, and opened it.

A crocodile leather belt.

Same model as the one he spent thirty thousand in the mall yesterday.

Martial Saint was distracted, then subconsciously glanced at the inexplicably expressive person behind, then withdrew his gaze, and slowly reached for the second bag.

As expected.

Inside was also a belt.

Same crocodile leather.

To be precise.

It’s the same model.

Only it looked terrible, with multiple cracks in the leather.

Martial Saint’s face twitched, suddenly realizing which one was his birthday gift.

"Bro, here."

He turned around, handing over the shabby belt.

What does gentle mean?

It has different definitions for different people.

To avoid conflict, one day without showing up.

Does it count as gentle?

Even if she couldn’t appear all day, yet still delivered the gift at the end of her brother’s birthday, does it count as gentle?

Jiang Chen took the familiar belt, not feeling humiliated.

The things Lan’s mother, a rural woman, could notice, how could he not see?

Qin Shi Huang was born a thousand years before him, is it forbidden for kings to meet?

The other person didn’t show up for a day, was it to avoid his sharp edge?

So when taking the cracked belt, he let out a light sigh.

Girls.

Why so concerned about face?