I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2775 - 1724: Oh Ho~

"Jiang, then I’ll learn from your Uncle Pei and call you that. You don’t mind, right?"

Comrade Jiang Chen, who had zoned out, completely forgot he was supposed to get fruit. Halfway there he pulled his hand back. "Of course I don’t mind. It’s not like you’re an outsider."

"..."

"..."

"..."

Crows flew past in a flock once again.

In the end, his heart was a mess.

Once your heart is a mess, your operations are bound to deform. No matter how far ahead of the timeline someone’s mental development is, he’s still not an AI; he still has the seven emotions and six desires—joy, anger, sorrow, contemplation, grief, fear, and shock.

—Which one is it right now?

Only he himself knows.

No.

He probably doesn’t even know himself.

It felt like his leg had been nudged by another leg. Comrade Jiang Chen, thrown off his rhythm, came back to himself and realized he’d used overly forward wording in his blurting, and tried to make amends.

"Yun Xi and I are not only partners at work, we’re also friends in life."

Mm.

That’s actually what he’d meant to say.

"Mm."

Whether she believed it or not, Li Wanrong still nodded. Presume innocence when in doubt; she couldn’t just blindly bring the gavel down over one ambiguous "not an outsider"—too easy to overturn.

Shen Zhou is a society ruled by law.

When you try a case, you have to turn it into an ironclad case, with solid evidence.

"I heard you and Li’er were schoolmates."

"Uh... yeah."

Pei Yunxi tilted her head and immediately sensed this man’s sudden distraction.

The opponent’s already pushing the tower and he’s still spacing out?

You just don’t want to win, huh?

"Li’er’s your schoolmate, and you and Duoduo are partners in business. Old Pei, look, isn’t this fate?"

"It’s fate."

Jiang Chen nodded on reflex, doing two things at once, with eighty percent of his mind being pulled away by that knitted hat at the corner of his eye.

"Are you tired?"

No choice—as his teammate, Pei Yunxi could only step in to help defend. "If you’re tired, have some coffee."

Product placement is a must~

Pei Yunduo’s blunt reminder made Comrade Jiang Chen take a deep breath. He knew his state was off, and that he had no way to adjust it on his own in the short term, so what’s the best solution?

He could only face the crux of the issue head-on!

His gaze dropped, openly landing on that somewhat rough-looking knitted hat under the enamel ceramic coffee table. He forced a natural smile. "Auntie, you still do handicrafts?"

No, that’s not right.

Logically, before a certain someone came over, the couple had plenty of time to prepare. They could absolutely have put this unfinished hat away properly. Knitting isn’t some shameful thing, sure, but that anxious "rushing to have a grandson" mindset—at the very least, you’d think they’d hide it a bit.

So.

Was it a slip-up?

"You mean this... This isn’t mine, I wouldn’t know how."

Li Wanrong was strangely calm, not the least bit embarrassed. As she spoke, she even bent down to take the knitted hat out from under the table, together with the needles, displaying it more clearly for their guest.

From her reaction, this clearly wasn’t a slip-up.

"Then this is..."

"I made it."

Jiang Chen was taken aback and shifted his gaze to Pei Linhan.

He wasn’t some macho chauvinist—no one would call a bootlicker a chauvinist—but Jiang Chen really couldn’t connect needlework with a male comrade.

Of course.

Which one of them made it wasn’t important.

What mattered was the existence of this baby hat.

"Uncle Pei, you even have this skill?"

Jiang Chen lifted his coffee. Bitter as it was, he needed the external stimulus right now.

"Any skill can be learned. Except having a baby."

Pei Linhan was very carefree, and very humorous. He didn’t think there was anything shameful about a grown man sitting at home threading needles every day.

Just like a bootlicker never thinks he’s disgracing himself.

People’s values differ.

Living true to yourself is enough.

Life doesn’t have that many spectators.

"Uncle Pei really is quite handy."

"Don’t praise him. You call this handy? It looks like a rag. Look here, there are holes. These days you can buy anything—why go to all this trouble?"

"Petty fools cannot join in great schemes!"

Pei Linhan snatched back his hard work. "People nowadays just think of using money to buy everything. There’s no human warmth at all. When your time comes and you’re buried, your kids and grandkids are busy with their careers and studies, so they hire someone to sweep your grave—would you think that’s fine too? The intention’s there anyway."

"You—"

Li Wanrong glared. "You’re twisting the argument!"

"You want to solve things with money, that’s your freedom. Don’t interfere with me." Pei Linhan smoothed out the knitted hat.

"Just look at him..."

At this moment the coffee seemed to lose its bitterness—or rather, his sense of taste had dulled dramatically. Jiang Chen cradled the cup, smiling. "If this were decades ago, I’d definitely side with Auntie and say just spend the money and buy one. But now, being willing to spend the time and effort to knit it is much more precious. In different eras, being willing to give up what’s most valuable—that’s what real sentiment is."

Li Wanrong fell silent, then sighed. "Looks like when you’re choosing a partner, you really do have to find someone cultured."

"If you’d wanted a college graduate back then, you’d never have gotten married in this lifetime."

Li Wanrong turned her head. "Are you mentally ill or what?"

Worthy of being mother and daughter.

Their way of talking was pretty much the same.

Jiang Chen was used to their bickering—or rather, he’d come to understand the couple’s dynamic.

So—

He rubbed the coffee cup, quietly saying, "This hat, who’s it for? Some kid in the family?"

"Ahem!"

At that, the one who reacted the most was actually Pei Yunxi. She’d already grown used to it at home these days, so she subconsciously overlooked this prop’s impact.

But now she snapped back to reality.

Aside from her father, the guy sitting next to her was the man closest to her. The intention behind his words, what he was thinking at this moment—how could she not know?