I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2771 - 1721: Not Smiling Anymore

"What? You’ve arrived in Hui City?"

Biluo Yunjian.

6-6.

In shock, Pei Linhan nearly jumped off the sofa, causing the knitting work on his lap to fall to the ground. The sudden movement even tilted his reading glasses to one side.

"No worries, no worries, send me your exact location, I’ll ask Duoduo to pick you up."

Pei Linhan smiled, not bothering to adjust his glasses. His tone and expression were totally different, and even after ending the call, his handsome old face still showed surprise.

With one hand, he took off his reading glasses which he normally didn’t use, his eyes flickering. He stood there for a moment, then quickly dialed his daughter’s number.

"Where are you?"

"On the way back."

The voice was very clear, presumably because the mask had been removed.

"Don’t come back yet."

There were a thousand things going through his mind, but he didn’t have time to ask, clenching his phone, "I’ll give you an address, you go pick someone up."

There was silence on the other end, probably already having a bad feeling.

"No."

Refusing without even asking who it was?

Pei Linhan straightened his face, displaying a fatherly authority, "Not going? If you don’t, then I’ll go!"

Pei Yunxi was no Lan Peizhi, seeing her father so firm, she could only give in.

"Who should I pick up?"

Still holding on to a glimmer of hope, huh.

"Your boss, that’s it, I’ll send you the location."

The hope in her heart died completely.

Running back and forth, not on her own gas?

"Why so loud?"

While Pei Linhan was unnecessarily forwarding the location to his daughter, Li Wanrong, having just showered, came downstairs in pajamas, a flannel, still grand and stylish.

Pei Linhan tossed the reading glasses onto the coffee table, wouldn’t need them for now, turning around, "Quickly tidy up, we have a guest coming."

"A guest?"

Li Wanrong was puzzled, but it was already past ten o’clock.

"Who?"

Pei Linhan didn’t answer, picking up the unfinished knitted cap from the floor.

"Speak up."

Their daughter not dating and staying single had been tormenting them as parents, especially her father, who inexplicably took up knitting. Couldn’t stay in the room, got scolded by her, so he liked to hang around downstairs, staying up later and later, becoming more and more sneaky, acting all strange.

"An important guest."

Pei Linhan summed it up, starting to tidy the house, though there didn’t seem to be much to tidy up.

"Go get some fruit."

"There’s none."

Pei Linhan furrowed his brow, "Hurry up."

"Look at the time, late at night, what kind of a decent person would go to someone else’s house?"

Li Wanrong sat on the sofa with her arms crossed, not taking it seriously at all.

Actually, she made a fair point.

What respectable person visits someone so late?

"Don’t regret it."

Pei Linhan pointed at his wife.

"Hey, Pei Linhan, you’re something now, did I marry you to be pointed at by you?"

Women vary from woman to woman.

That’s why Boss Jiang felt such emotion when seeing Lan’s mother.

Of course.

It’s not at all suggesting having your own personality is bad~

"Unbelievable."

Pei Linhan didn’t bother arguing further, heading into the dining room to prepare snacks for when the guest arrives, washing and cutting, kept busy for quite a while, and the fruit platter he brought out looked just like a chef’s work.

This had to be a skill honed over time.

The hierarchy within the household is evident through small details.

Seeing his elaborate preparations, Li Wanrong couldn’t help but grow suspicious.

Could someone really be visiting so late?

Could it be family?

"Who is it?"

She asked again.

"Go to bed."

Pei Linhan ignored her.

"Thump!"

Li Wanrong, frustrated, kicked her husband’s thigh.

"Stop fooling around."

Even the placement of each fruit platter was meticulously examined by Pei Linhan, highlighting his seriousness.

It’s puzzling.

Li Wanrong’s suspicion grew stronger; if it was family, there was no need to be so formal. Because speaking practically, due to their daughter, their family’s status was the best and far ahead.

They surely wouldn’t look down on anyone.

But even if it’s family, the differences in identity and financial power automatically designate different niches; this is psychological, not determined by human will.

Therefore.

It’s certainly not family then.

"Where’s Duoduo? Why isn’t she back yet?"

Her confusion turned to curiosity, Li Wanrong said, "What are you two father and daughter up to?"

After fiddling for a long time, Pei Linhan was finally satisfied, rubbed his hands, stood straight, looked at his wife on the sofa, didn’t speak, but couldn’t help a chuckle.

Doesn’t that make it eerie?

Li Wanrong was startled, eyes wary, "What are you doing?"

If Pei Linhan acted rashly, he’d probably be kicked again, Pei Yunxi undoubtedly inherited the excellent genes of both parents, with Li Wanrong’s leg proportions being quite outstanding.

Pei Linhan managed his expression, suppressing his smile.

"Last time I came back from the East Sea, didn’t I tell you I met someone?"

"Who?"

Suddenly, Li Wanrong couldn’t recall.

"Our daughter’s boss, remember?"

Li Wanrong recalled, nodding, "Oh, didn’t you say the person was very young, even younger than our daughter..."

"Yes. Not only young, but also very courteous with no airs, very polite to me."

The minor incident of getting hit by a car, Pei Linhan didn’t mention, it’s insignificant.

On such a crowded street, why not a moment sooner or later, but just brushed past him?

Isn’t that also a fate?

"You’re suddenly bringing this up..."

Suddenly, Li Wanrong realized, her face etched with the same surprise as when Pei Linhan received the call not long ago.

"Is he here?"

Pei Linhan nodded, "Yes—"

Li Wanrong was stunned, exchanging a lost look with her husband, her lips moved as if to say something, but she didn’t.

After a brief silence, she stood up.

"I’ll go change."

————

It was still that desolate platform.

The Bentley Continental, a symbol of high status, had returned.

Boss Jiang still lingered at the platform, hands in pockets, sat on the bench, leisurely, even gazing at the moon.

"Hiss—"

The Bentley Continental came to a stop.

But for some reason, nothing moved for a while; it just parked there with no one getting out.

"Life is a one-way journey, every moment is a scenery..."

If you listened carefully.

Someone, left to the roadside, sitting on a cold bench, was actually humming a song.

Noticing the Bentley had returned, he stomped his feet, then exhaled warm breath, slowly stood up, withdrew his gaze from the night sky, took a hand from his pocket, and waved friendly at the Bentley with a smile.

Finally.

The car window rolled down.

In the cold moonlight, the woman driving displayed an untarnished face, just a side profile enough to be enchanting.

Earlier, when flooring the pedal, she seemed to be in a good mood.

But now.

Apparently, not amused anymore.