I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2787 - 1732: Mm~~

"Ding dong, ding dong..."

The doorbell rang.

"Takeout’s here."

Pei Linhan stood up.

Pei Ning clenched her hands on her lap, wanting to speak but holding back.

What’s going on?

Still not showing up?

Is she pulling diva crap?

"Go check on Jiang, could he really have passed out?"

Li Wanrong had a good sense of humor and was also reasonable, thinking of what her younger sister and brother-in-law would be worried about.

If her little aunt’s husband wasn’t here, Pei Yunxi most likely wouldn’t move, but given the situation, she had no choice but to put on a performance and think of the bigger picture.

"Mm."

She obediently stood up, with no airs at all, and trudged back upstairs.

"Ai~"

Seeing this, Pei Ning let out a deep sigh, triggered by the scene. "Sister-in-law really knows how to raise a daughter."

"Don’t mock me."

"How is that mocking? Duoduo’s such a big star, yet she’s so obedient and well-behaved in front of you. And my girl? All she knows is how to piss me off. Last time she insisted on running abroad to work, remember? Luckily Duoduo dragged her back."

The more she talked, the more emotional Pei Ning became. "I feel like that girl only listens to Duoduo now."

"Listen to yourself."

Li Wanrong comforted her: "The kids are grown, already graduated and working. As parents, we need to pay attention to how we communicate, and sometimes we have to look for the reasons in ourselves."

Pei Ning felt weird inside.

This kind of line would sound better coming from someone else. After being sisters-in-law for so many years, how could she not know this one’s true personality? In public, she’s all chic and dignified, elegant and classy. In private, she’s a full-on shrew roaring from the east of the river.

"Mm, I really should learn more from you, sister-in-law."

Second floor.

As a daughter, just like Li Wanrong, the moment no one was around, Pei Yunxi’s smile vanished. Early spring turned instantly into harsh winter; her stunning face was suddenly covered in a coldness that warned strangers away.

She knew.

She just knew.

From the moment she picked someone up off the roadside, she’d already foreseen some of the scenes that would follow.

But what could she do?

She wasn’t the director, nor the screenwriter; she had no control over the script.

Now she understood how weak and powerless actors really are.

The guest room door was open, and no one was lying on the floor inside. Standing at the doorway, Pei Yunxi instinctively sniffed.

Mm.

There really was a bit of a stench.

She didn’t feel the slightest sympathy, even thinking one packet hadn’t been enough. Did he know how hard it was to rummage through the storage room in the dead of night?

She’d searched every childhood storage box and still couldn’t find a second packet.

The window was also open, clearly on purpose to let the smell air out. Pei Yunxi stepped into the room and heard movement in the bathroom.

She didn’t move.

What if he was on the toilet or in the shower?

After about a minute or two, the bathroom door opened. Comrade Jiang Chen, who’d been taking forever to come downstairs, walked out, lifting his arm to wipe the water off his face, holding the light blue men’s pajamas he’d worn last night.

"Where do I hang this?"

Seeing Pei Yunxi, he asked.

No wonder he dawdled so long.

Being this proper about etiquette?

Or.

Is it really that foul?

The two who’d been in a fierce clash at dawn met again with no war of words. Pei Yunxi turned around without saying a word, and he tacitly followed.

Balcony.

Jiang Chen hung up the hand-scrubbed pajamas. A big boss like him actually had to wash and hang his own clothes—utterly absurd; even a short drama wouldn’t dare write it like this. But a top actress, adored all over the world, tossing stink bombs—that’s not absurd?

Reality will always be more ridiculous than art.

"Let’s go."

After hanging the clothes, Boss Jiang dusted off his hands, ready to go back inside.

"Wait."

Hands in her pockets, Pei Yunxi stood in the morning light, beautiful as a painting.

Boss Jiang stopped, awaiting instructions.

"My little aunt and uncle are here."

Pei Yunxi’s face was expressionless as she stared into the distance.

"Oh."

What kind of reaction was that?

He really wasn’t nervous at all?

"Then we’d better get downstairs."

Okay then.

He really wasn’t nervous at all—he was even worried that moving too slowly would be rude.

Well, fair enough.

Boss Jiang wasn’t some rookie soldier; he’d seen this kind of lineup too many times for it to stir up any real waves.

Pei Yunxi still didn’t move, like some divine sculpture, so beautiful it was dazzling.

"Your little aunt?"

Jiang Chen suddenly seemed to remember something. Comparing it to his relationship with Hong Xiaoyu, he cautiously asked, "Li’er’s parents?"

Pei Yunxi gave a slight nod.

The balcony fell silent.

Only sunlight poured down.

All right.

Personal grudges could be set aside for now; time to face the crisis together.

"Do her parents know me?"

He went straight to the point.

"Most likely not, but my parents will definitely introduce you."

Jiang Chen pondered, thinking it over.

That was the key.

Relatives were nothing to be scared of.

The real problem was Luo Li’er knowing his true situation.

If word got to that girl that he was swaggering around here in a ’devoted lover’ persona, the whole act could blow up.

All she’d need was to casually tell her parents, "Doesn’t he already have a girlfriend?" and everything he’d worked for would go up in smoke.

So the urgency was crystal clear.

"How about you give that girl a call?"

Jiang Chen spoke up.

"And say what."

Pei Yunxi kept it simple, her gaze finally withdrawing from the distance.

Exactly.

The only loophole was indeed with Luo Li’er. But how to plug it?

"Tell Li’er not to babble nonsense to her parents?"

Pei Yunxi looked straight at him as she spoke.

Who says calm means powerless?

Compared to yelling and screaming, this was the moment that made him drop his eyes.

"Probably no need. That girl’s smart; she knows what to say and what not to say."

Boss Jiang’s voice was very soft, his gaze drifting, a bit evasive.

"And what about Li’er herself."

"..."

Exactly.

Shutting Luo Li’er up could indeed keep things hidden on this side. But what about the girl herself?