I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2776 - 1724: Oh Ho~_2

"He just knits for fun!"

With that abrupt cough, Pei Yunxi’s explanation that followed on its heels sounded extremely urgent, extremely unnatural, instantly drawing the other three to focus on her in perfect unison.

Why is she explaining?

Why is she explaining?

Why is she explaining?

Don’t get the wrong idea.

It’s not "important things said three times"; this was the very real, simultaneously sprouting thought in the hearts of Pei Linhan, Li Wanrong, and Jiang Chen after Pei Yunxi’s out-of-character outburst.

The question was exactly the same.

But the answers would definitely be "each person has their own take."

"Yeah, I knit just for fun. I’m getting older, nothing much to do, might as well find something to occupy myself."

Pei Linhan flowed right along with his daughter’s words; his expression, tone, even his "script" felt utterly natural, seamless.

Clearly it’s Pei Yunxi who’s the internationally crowned professional actress, yet in this particular match her performance was barely passable, like a Bronze-ranked player smurfing into a King-tier game.

Of course.

It’s definitely not all on her.

How to put it.

Team games aren’t about individual skill; coordination always gets priority.

1+1 can be >2, or it can be

Let’s drop into Boss Jiang’s POV for a second.

The opponents are starting to coordinate with their teammate; facing a situation like this, what would you think?

Anyone in his place would get shaken.

Boss Jiang’s face changed; he couldn’t even keep up his expression management. His smile clearly faded, and when he lifted the coffee to his lips, the liquid in the cup was practically storm-tossed.

All you can say is—

Everything lined up just a little too perfectly.

Even though it’s a four-player match, you have to remember: before he even loaded into the game, Boss Jiang’s mindset was already sub‑healthy, a bit jumpy, seeing demons in every teacup.

"Jiang, what’s wrong?"

Li Wanrong not only noticed something off, she went ahead and asked outright, "Are you feeling unwell?"

Pei Linhan observed in secret, saying nothing.

Who knows if they rehearsed this before queueing up, but this is what coordination looks like.

"I’m fine. I’m out of coffee."

"Come with me a sec."

Pei Yunxi sensed the situation turning downright dire and tried to save the game, but since when can you just call a random time‑out mid‑match?

"You can just go pour it yourself."

Li Wanrong was having none of it. Let the opposing side leave midway to discuss tactics? As if she was short a few brain cells.

"Go on!"

Pei Yunxi should have felt her parents’ strategy by now; even if she wasn’t panicking, she definitely didn’t dare slack off. But the more agitated she acted, the more firmly the opponent would lock onto the weakness they’d spotted.

"You child, no matter how familiar you and Jiang are, it’s his first time at our home, he’s still a guest."

Li Wanrong braced a hand on her leg to stand up. "The cup—Auntie will go pour it for you."

"I’ll go myself."

Comrade Jiang Chen, mind in a tangle, declined; not just out of politeness, but because he wanted a moment alone to cool down.

"Okay, it’s over there."

Li Wanrong pointed the way. Her goal was simple: at least one of them had to stay in the test room, eliminate any chance of cheating.

"Mom, can you please stop talking nonsense?"

Once a certain someone walked off with his cup, Pei Yunxi immediately opened fire on her mother.

Li Wanrong stayed calm, collected, at ease, and shot back in puzzled curiosity, "What nonsense did I talk? Can you tell me which sentence of mine was nonsense?"

Pei Yunxi had no answer for that and turned to look at her father instead.

"I was just going off what you said. You’re absolutely right—the fact is exactly that."

Pei Linhan said it like it was the most natural thing in the world.

The two of them together were a negative buff; but alone, how could she possibly take on both of them?

"Can you please stop knitting this stupid stuff!"

Driven past her limit, Pei Yunxi snapped.

"Pfft."

Li Wanrong laughed, feeling slightly comforted—her daughter and she were thinking the exact same thing after all.

"Look at you, what are you so worked up about?" Pei Linhan was just as unfazed, even taking his time to soothe her. "You’re a big celebrity, you need to manage your emotions, pay attention to your image..."

"Tomorrow I’m throwing all that crap out!"

Li Wanrong is all bark and soft heart, limited to nagging; but her daughter is the type to do exactly what she says.

Pei Linhan was all smiles—smiling at a time like this? That’s straight‑up doting.

"You throw it out, I’ll just knit more. Anyway, those earlier ones really weren’t that great. Dad’s technique has improved now."

Can you really blame Duoduo?

If it were any other girl, she’d probably be tearing at her hair by now.

"Sweetie."

Li Wanrong’s expression turned serious as she cut in at just the right moment, lowering her voice. "Be honest with Mom. Are you and Jiang dating?"

"Direct" isn’t quite the word.

On the contrary.

She was already being pretty tactful.

Think about how she described it to her husband, Pei Linhan, just now.

From her clothes to her conversation, you could tell this diva’s mother isn’t some rigid, old‑fashioned type. She dares to keep up with the times, understands, and accepts changes in the era.

The days when even a kiss had to be stolen in secret are long gone; the crime of "hooliganism" has been sealed away for ages.

These days, young people having a few more relationships—it’s totally normal.

So having something happen before marriage isn’t some unforgivable sin.

"No."

Faced with her daughter’s firm denial, Li Wanrong wasn’t surprised at all. The more you say "nothing here," the more there’s probably something—wasn’t that exactly the trick they’d just been using?

"It’s not some shameful thing. Sure, he’s your boss and you’re his artist, and if word gets out there’ll be some gossip. But who doesn’t get talked about behind their back? As a public figure, you should understand that better than anyone. You’ve been in this industry for years; you’ve dealt with more than your fair share of rumors."

Pei Linhan nodded without realizing. Bickering is their everyday, but when needed, they can unify their stance quickly and firmly.

"And we’re your parents. What are you afraid of?"

The subtext to Li Wanrong’s words was actually quite simple.

——Sweetie, stop trying to tank this solo. Just fess up already.

"Was it when I went to East Sea last year that you two started? You were acting with your dad, huh?"

Pei Linhan still had that prop that had just rendered outstanding service in his hand. Outwardly unhurried and composed, inwardly he was pretty impressed with his own cleverness.

He’d actually planned to stow the hat away, but in the end, like he was possessed, he left it under the coffee table—neither obvious nor hidden—and it ended up working like a charm.

Going in 1v2 really is hard to withstand; when you don’t know what to do, the best tactic is to shut your mouth. The more you say, the more likely you slip.

"Think whatever you want."

"Sigh."

No matter how logical your deduction process might be, you can’t treat it as evidence. Ideally, you still want a signed confession.

Li Wanrong sighed. "You two are such a perfect match; beautiful couple, feelings growing over time—that’s the most natural thing in the world. Let me state my position again: I don’t have any old‑school notions. As long as you feel happy and blessed, I’ll support you unconditionally. Your dad too, right, Old Pei?"

To be honest, as a father he still felt a bit awkward at a moment like this. But there’s that old saying: you can’t keep a grown daughter. He’s knitting all this stuff precisely because he hopes his girl can find her true home in life a little earlier.

"Yeah, Dad supports you too."

The couple’s teamwork really was flawless; even Pei Yunxi felt a real urge to "confess for leniency" at this point.

But she is, after all, Pei Yunxi. Her emotions pushed her to surrender, but her rational mind told her to hold the line. Torn back and forth, she pressed together those lips that make men the world over bow down, and chose golden silence.

And her teammate?

Still off drawing water, seriously?

At this rate, even the crystal’s gone.

No, wait.

What’s off?

The timing’s off.

Boss Jiang stood at the bar in front of the coffee machine, brain sparring with itself, like two little versions of him holding a debate.

He’s not some lust‑driven creep.

Even faced with a woman like Pei Yunduo, who could make a man willingly die in her bed, he always sticks to the principle of mutual consent—absolutely never forcing anyone into anything.

So.

Let’s do the math.

If a certain possibility were true, then the child should already have been born by now...

Oh damn.

He’d been baited.

Jiang Chen slowly picked up the coffee cup that was about to overflow, taking a careful sip first to keep it from spilling.

As for why it was "oh damn"—

This isn’t a promotion match, and it sure isn’t a do‑or‑die game.

As long as it doesn’t reach the level of getting a player’s passport revoked, he can handle it.