I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2774 - 1723: High-End Game_2

Someone once again showcased his outstanding eloquence and high emotional intelligence, praising the family of three thoroughly.

Actually.

There’s a deeper level.

It includes himself as well.

It was too late to go buy gifts, mainly because Duoduo was holding the steering wheel and didn’t give him a chance.

But that doesn’t mean he came empty-handed.

The Dragon Stone Type is what he gifted.

"How did you know it was our thirtieth wedding anniversary..."

Li Wanrong blurted out.

"Why don’t you ask how he knows we live here."

Pei Linhan interjected.

"Oh—"

Li Wanrong glanced at him unhappily, then noticed her daughter was not around, "Hey, where’s Duoduo?"

Pei Linhan looked around, and then found their daughter’s silhouette at the tea bar; he raised his eyebrows slightly and squinted, seeing their daughter holding a steaming cup of coffee as she walked over.

No surprise.

She placed it in front of the only outsider.

Li Wanrong’s eyes flashed subtly, her expression involuntarily showing a hint of anomaly.

The daughter is very filial.

But actively serving tea and water to them, it must be admitted, doesn’t happen often.

Not to mention the fluttering hearts of Pei Linhan and his wife, even Jiang Chen himself was a bit caught off guard.

What style is this?

He couldn’t help but glance at the dream of countless livestock; unfortunately, it’s currently performed as a silent drama, without lines.

"Isn’t it a bit too late for coffee..."

Pei Linhan probed.

"It’s no problem. Because of work, I got used to drinking coffee at night."

Awful.

He managed to pull it off.

It would be more fitting if Li Shuru said that.

Even though someone is professionally trained, honestly speaking, since "debuting," he actually hasn’t spent much time roaming the business sea, basically staying behind the scenes, boldly delegating, not coming forward unless absolutely necessary.

Of course.

It’s definitely not because he’s lazy.

On the contrary.

Actually, similar to the entertainment circle, audiences only see the stars on screen, while the truly hard work often happens outside the spotlight.

As the creator of a new and vast commercial Empire, Boss Jiang is the one shouldering the heaviest pressure, walking alone in secret; otherwise, where would the myriad lights across the Empire map come from?

His journey and challenge just differ from traditional business models.

Like now.

Isn’t this considered "overtime"?

Can’t follow certain bad trends, selling the air conditioner and ignoring the after-sales, right?

"Career is important, but one still needs to pay attention to health."

Li Wanrong complemented, not acting oblivious, offering emotional value, "When you’re young, you can endure it, but some debts need to be repaid later."

Jiang Chen nodded, picked up the coffee, "Auntie seems to be very good at health preservation."

Li Wanrong smiled slightly, obviously understanding the other’s subtle praise, placing her hands on her legs, sitting confidently, "No matter how much you preserve, there’s no resisting the power of time; our marriage has spanned thirty years."

Sss—

As Jiang Chen sipped the coffee, his eyebrows unconsciously furrowed.

It’s not the heat.

It’s bitter.

Way too bitter.

Authentic black coffee.

Not a single bit of sugar added.

"I heard Uncle Pei talk about his love story with you; it’s very enviable."

Jiang Chen nonchalantly put down the coffee.

Though the daughter is aloof, it’s not surprising for performers to serve coffee to the boss, it’s reasonable.

On the contrary.

If they don’t serve, it should be abnormal.

So one cup of coffee seems unable to serve as the breakthrough point.

"Don’t listen to him talk nonsense."

Li Wanrong glanced at her husband, "He talks about everything, at this age, doesn’t feel embarrassed."

"What you’re saying, it’s not something that can’t be told, it’s mutual and consensual love, what’s there to hide." Pei Linhan retorted.

"Yes, the love of last century truly makes one yearn."

Jiang Chen sighed.

"Isn’t your love now beautiful? Every generation has its own romance; I’m envious of you guys. During our time, material was so scarce, a bouquet or a movie was luxurious."

Despite saying, Li Wanrong is just a woman, can’t escape a woman’s nature of saying no while meaning yes. Then seemingly casually asked a sentence: "How did he say it?"

"He said Auntie was the fairest maid for miles around back then; the line of people chasing Auntie stretched from the village head to the village end..."

Jiang Chen adaptively modified Pei Linhan’s words, earning Pei Linhan’s appreciative glance.

"Oh, and ’Roman Holiday’."

Li Wanrong’s face lit up, and upon hearing the last sentence, she blushed shyly and gave her husband a playful slap. "You really say everything, don’t you!"

Pei Linhan sighed, "If I could turn back time, instead of watching ’Roman Holiday’, I’d definitely head south to do business."

"You would die!"

Li Wanrong instantly transformed from Lin Daiyu to Wang Xifeng, "With your behavior? Do business? You’d end up pawning your shorts away. Regret it, do you? Regretting comes in time, we can go to the civil affairs bureau tomorrow for a divorce!"

Jiang Chen feigned deafness and dumbness, staring at the steaming cup of bitter coffee.

Seemed to be the opposite of Lan’s mother.

This aunt, at a glance, is not a traditional person.

"Unbelievable! Do you understand jokes? Aren’t you afraid of being laughed at?"

Although he didn’t see someone as a stranger with a fleeting acquaintance, seeing his wife being so out of place, Pei Linhan felt a bit embarrassed.

"I don’t understand. Is this a joke? I think you’re speaking from your heart, anyway our daughter is grown up now, if you want a divorce, let’s divorce."

Pei Linhan’s face flushed red, for a moment he couldn’t discern if his wife was acting or being serious.

He quickly glanced at the two younger ones, stuck his neck out, and defended his male dignity, "Divorce then! We’ll go first thing in the morning!"

What is going on?

Isn’t it the wedding anniversary?

How did it turn into a divorce anniversary?

But a certain stunning beauty remained extraordinarily composed, not saying a word, still showing no sign of making a sound.

Reluctantly, someone had to step in.

"Uncle, Aunt, there’s a cooling-off period for divorce now, even if you go tomorrow, you’ll still have to wait."

"..."

"..."

"..."

The house fell silent.

Then it was as if a flock of crows flew over everyone’s heads.

"Pfft—"

Ultimately, it was their first meeting; Bai Tian didn’t count, and lacking understanding of someone, Li Wanrong couldn’t help but cover her mouth, her eyes bending in amusement.

She finally understood what it’s like to see for yourself rather than hear hundreds of times.

Her daughter’s boss is indeed unique.

The cooling-off period for divorce.

She could guarantee, if a thousand people were sitting here, no one else would come up with such a response.

No less than one in ten thousand.

"Jiang..."

Pei Linhan couldn’t help but smile, raised his hand, pointed at Jiang Chen, trying to express something simple and understandable — truly a talent.

"That’s a real joke right there."

Gazing into the eyes confirmed their understanding, neither being sticklers for convention, Li Wanrong lowered her hand, smiling broadly.

This young man, up to now, suits her taste.

If she were an interviewer, she would lead him directly to the written test.

"That’s blatant discrimination! How come his comments are jokes while mine aren’t? Is his somehow more advanced?"

"My parents used to argue all the time too."

Jiang Chen’s gaze hung aimlessly on a point, smiling as he spoke.

Pei Linhan and Li Wanrong both quieted down simultaneously.

"So I’ve always felt our home was more lively and vibrant than others."

"Are you insane?"

It had to be Boss Jiang.

Back home, Pei Yunxi, who rarely speaks, finally opened her mouth.

"Quarrelsome couples tend to walk hand in hand for life rather easily. On the contrary, families that never disagree might find themselves drifting apart on a peaceful afternoon."

Jiang Chen instinctively reached for the coffee but then realized his mistake, switching to grabbing the fruit instead.

Pei Linhan pondered over it.

Truly...

It’s quite profound—

"No wonder you and Duoduo are so emotionally stable."

"..."

"..."

"..."

Boss Jiang noticed this aunt’s uniqueness and unconventional nature, inexplicably feeling delighted.

There were quite a few plates, and before he could pick the right one, an item in his peripheral vision halted his hand above the coffee table.

In the storage space beneath the enamel ceramic coffee table, lay a piece of knitted fabric with knitting needles still in it, halfway through completion. When he was young, his sweaters were almost always made by his mother in the same way.

The difference was.

Under the coffee table lay a hat.

Moreover, it was even smaller than the ones from his childhood.

Probably only fits a baby.

Baby...

Boss Jiang suddenly recalled the recent news from the Japanese, his mind immediately went blank.

Double happiness?