I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2762 - 1714: Second Update (Seeking Monthly Tickets!)

"Creak—"

The wrought iron gate opened smoothly.

It’s not about lacking vigilance. In this day and age, there are cameras everywhere. Who would blatantly come to a high-end neighborhood to deceive?

Of course.

The elegant and refined woman still had doubts as she sized up Jiang Chen in his casual attire. "You’re not the usual delivery person."

"There are more deliveries today, so I’m here to help Brother Zhao."

Boss Jiang, so skilled, he could lie without batting an eye.

Right.

It’s called Xiao Zhao.

The woman completely let down her guard and allowed the courtyard gate to fully open.

Boss Jiang didn’t go in; instead, he handed over the luxuriously textured wooden box with both hands.

"Here’s your delivery."

"Oh, thank you."

Character impression plus one.

Polite.

The woman curiously examined the wooden box while casually closing the door again, keeping someone outside.

You can’t really invite a delivery guy in for a break, can you?

Watching the person turn around and go back inside, Boss Jiang kept silent, saying nothing.

Pei Yunxi wouldn’t come out.

So whether it was a stranger, a woman never seen before, or the familiar Pei Linhan, it was like Schrödinger’s cat in a box; anything was possible.

And now fate had given its answer.

Since it was fate’s arrangement, it should be calmly accepted.

"Who is it?"

Inside the villa.

Pei Linhan sat on the sofa, put on his reading glasses, and was actually knitting. He had finished about half, and from the looks of it, it seemed like a hat, but the size was really small, almost miniature, definitely not for an adult.

"The delivery."

The refined woman walked over with the rather heavy wooden box. "What did you buy?"

The focused and serious Pei Linhan paused, turning to look over, "I didn’t buy anything."

"Isn’t this yours?"

"What is it? No, it’s not."

Pei Linhan glanced at the package his wife had brought back and didn’t think much of it. "Then it must be our daughter’s."

Having said that, he returned his attention to the uncompleted task at hand.

Li Wanrong temporarily placed the delivery on the sofa, feeling irritated by her husband’s endless knitting.

"Can’t you do something serious? Nowadays, what can’t be bought? Instead of spending time and effort on this, why not spend more time talking to your daughter..."

"I’d like to, but she also has to be willing to talk to you. If you’re so capable, why don’t you go?"

Li Wanrong glared with her phoenix eyes wide open, full of vigor, "Pei Linhan, have you finally grown a backbone!"

A thousand families, a thousand different stories.

The Pei Family and the Wu Family were clearly very different.

"Some things can’t be forced, they require strategy."

Pei Linhan remained unruffled, continuing his knitting of the cartoon woolen hat. "Things bought couldn’t possibly be as warm as those woven by a grandfather."

Li Wanrong laughed angrily, plopping down on the seat. "Pei Linhan, I think you’re going mad. If you keep knitting like this, you’ll never become a grandfather."

Pei Linhan remained unfazed; his mental state seemed somewhat off. "Don’t disturb me, take the delivery up to our daughter."

"What’s the rush? She’s having a nap."

Poor are the hearts of parents worldwide.

Children can sleep comfortably with peace of mind, but parents are restless and anxious, burning with worry.

"Last time you went to East Sea, didn’t you say our daughter had figured things out? Can’t you accomplish a single serious thing?"

"I can’t get it done, then why don’t you go? Is this just my business alone? If your actions were half as proactive as your words..."

Before he could finish, there was a noise from the staircase.

Pei Linhan immediately stopped talking.

"She’s awake."

Li Wanrong’s demeanor changed quickly too. Seeing her daughter coming downstairs, a smile appeared in the blink of an eye, as if no argument had happened just now.

Wanting their daughter to stay home longer, wanting her to come back often, fostering a good family atmosphere is really important.

"Here’s a delivery for you."

Li Wanrong picked up the exquisite wooden box.

With her natural beauty unmasked, Pei Yunxi, cooperating in her parents’ performance, pretended not to have heard her parents’ dispute, her captivating eyes falling on the box in her mother Li Wanrong’s hands.

"I don’t have a delivery."

"Huh?"

Li Wanrong was surprised, looking down at the substantial and exquisite wooden box in her hand. "Could it have been delivered to the wrong place?"

"Did you order something and forget about it?"

Pei Linhan paused his work; women often have this problem—they like to buy, buy, buy without thinking. With so many orders from different platforms, who could remember them all?

Li Wanrong glanced at her husband, feeling a pang of self-doubt.

"I don’t recall any, and it’s so heavy..."

"Why not open it and see? If it’s not yours, you can return it."

"Daughter, you’re sure it’s not yours?"

Li Wanrong double-checked with her daughter.

Pei Yunxi shook her head, picked up the teapot to pour water, and ignored the child-sized hat her father hadn’t finished.

Though she wouldn’t nag, the parents would always employ indirection and any means possible.

Li Wanrong twisted open the lock on the box. The moment she lifted the lid, her phoenix eyes lit up.

"How beautiful—"

Uncontrollably, she picked up the item lying in the box.

"What is this? Jadeite?"

Pei Linhan was surprised, pushing his reading glasses down slightly.

Pei Yunxi, sipping water, glanced over, her stunning face suddenly losing expression, as if a TV had been paused.

"This is jadeite, right? Such a big piece?"

Li Wanrong recognized it, carefully examining the several carps on it, tilting it left and right, even deliberately against the light, marveling at the exquisite craftsmanship.

"It’s amazing how they can carve it so vividly, and there are actually nine of them. This craftsmanship can’t be cheap."

"Hurry and call the delivery guy to return it."

Pei Linhan believed it must have been delivered to the wrong address.

"This was delivered?"

Putting down her cup, Pei Yunxi stared straight at the "heaven-sent" Nine Carp Painting.

"Yes, just over ten minutes ago. That young guy must be new, not the usual Xiao Zhao, must have delivered it to the wrong place."

"Let me see."

Li Wanrong handed the dazzling Nine Carp Painting to her daughter. "Daughter, if this really is jadeite, how much would it be worth?"

Pei Yunxi said nothing, examining the Nine Carp Painting with care, running her fingers over it, not missing the back.

"There’s something else inside here."

Li Wanrong discovered a piece of paper in the box, took it out, and instinctively read out the text, "Heavenly Craft Exhibition Gold Award Work: Nine Carp Painting... What is this, some kind of certificate?"

"What’s the Heavenly Craft Exhibition?"

Pei Linhan was curious.

Pei Yunxi took the paper, scanning it quickly, her willow-brows furrowing with visible ripples of surprise.

"I’ll make a call."

Carefully placing down the misdelivered "package," Pei Yunxi picked up her phone.

The couple, Pei Linhan and Li Wanrong, exchanged confused glances, puzzled by the unfolding situation.