I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping

"Why not just tell him clearly."

It's around eight o'clock.

The street is bustling with traffic.

Having eaten and drunk his fill, Jiang Chen leisurely grips the steering wheel with one hand, "Liking someone is not wrong."

It's true that liking someone isn't wrong.

Just like driving with one hand doesn't violate traffic laws.

"Didn't you say you'd help me solve the problem?"

Li Shuru seems to be complaining.

Jiang Chen just smiles.

"He shouldn't bother you again."

This kind of thing.

A man stepping in is definitely more appropriate and effective than a woman.

Even if it's just saying a few simple words.

"And in the future?"

Li Shuru kept it succinct.

The problem is solved, but it only seems solved. In the short term, based on Feng Guanlan's displayed character, he definitely won't come again, as he's not the kind of downcast guy who only knows how to pester, but what about after he graduates and has his own career?

Someone just said.

I'll give you time to catch up.

"He's still young, living in an ivory tower. After he graduates, he'll realize just how cruel society really is."

Boss Jiang sighs slightly, drawing a playful scold from his girlfriend, "Can you be serious?"

Social reality and fierce competition—these words wouldn't be problematic for ordinary university students.

But the point is, he's not ordinary.

Most university students generally graduate to unemployment, but there's a small group that starts a business right after graduation, with their entire life already neatly arranged.

"What do you mean I'm not being serious."

Jiang Chen looks straight ahead, resting his other arm on the car window, saying while driving: "He's our junior, we can't be too ruthless. I think his intentions are okay, just a bit too confident and persistent, which isn't necessarily a flaw. Given his family background, someone like him can actually accomplish something."

How noble.

Turns out, he doesn't want to demoralize the guy too harshly, destroying his motivation to progress.

But then again.

If you lose your goal to strive for, it's indeed very easy to feel lost and stagnant, even to the point of giving up on oneself.

"You really think things through."

Li Shuru laughs, "But what about me? What if he becomes successful in the future and comes back to find me?"

Some women, even if they are spoken for, still enjoy the vanity of being chased.

But it seems Li Shuru doesn't have this preference.

On the contrary.

Being too much of a "femme fatale," even if not by your own intention, can easily cause your man dissatisfaction.

That's why there's a need to make things clear.

"He won't."

Jiang Chen says casually, not bothered at all, and he hasn't taken that junior seriously either.

"Why won't he? You also said, with his family background, achieving something is easy for him."

"Success is indeed at his fingertips, but if he wants to pursue you, he'll have to get past me first."

Jiang Chen turns his head slightly, "His feelings for you should be pure and sincere, so if he wants to be with you, he'd at least first have to prove to himself that he's better than me, so he'll have the confidence and qualification."

"You think he has a chance to surpass me?"

Apparently unable to stand his cocky demeanor, Li Shuru says intentionally: "Who knows, scholar, farmer, artisan, merchant."

The last four words, Li Shuru enunciates one by one, brilliantly.

Jiang Chen smiles richly.

"Well, at least the Ma Si classes weren't in vain, but your man isn't just about having money."

Li Shuru's four-word sequence is profound, and his last half-sentence is also quite thought-provoking.

Jiang Chen looks ahead while driving, chuckling lightly: "He hasn't graduated yet; seeing me is like a frog in a well looking at the moon. Once he graduates, seeing me will be like an ephemeral insect seeing the vast sky."

Wait.

He understands how to apply flexibility.

Lan Peizhi's lines are brought here.

But I must admit, no wonder they are words spoken by Blood Guanyin, full of class, leaving Li Shuru slightly in a daze.

"Why are you bragging more and more."

Li Shuru teases, rolling her eyes, which is quite enchanting.

"I like to brag, but have I ever not fulfilled any of it?"

Seeing the curve of his lips, Li Shuru finds herself with nothing left to say.

Yeah.

"Bragging," so what?

The scary part is that all the bragging ends up being realized!

For instance, back then, he took her to Disney and casually said he would make her a runaway princess of Disney, he would give Disney to her.

At that time, those two hadn't even graduated yet, anyone hearing this would say it was blatant cheekiness.

But the result.

The absurdity became reality.

"Anyway, if he comes again in the future, I'll just let him find you."

Li Shuru leans back in her seat, choosing to stay calm.

That too.

After all, these things shouldn't be the woman's concern; they are meant to be dealt with by the man.

"Relax, unless something unusual happens, he's probably not going to appear in your life again. He's probably not one of the imperial kins and nobility, and even if he were, he wouldn't be worthy of you."

Leaning against the seat, Li Shuru laughs, and she laughs very happily.

On the surface, it seems like he's complimenting her, but really, isn't it just another form of self-praise?

Not worthy of her.

Doesn't that just indicate he's not as good as her man?

But with such a turn of phrase, it can make a woman feel overjoyed.

That's skill.

"Indeed he's not as good as you, at least in terms of eloquence, you two are miles apart."

For his girlfriend's praise, Jiang Chen unabashedly accepts it and adds, "Is it just eloquence? Is he as handsome as me?"

Li Shuru's smile cannot be contained, her face colors in various shades again.

But she's not someone who loves to smile by nature.

"Yeah, so what if he's not as handsome as you? But he's younger than you."

"You don't like younger ones."

Jiang Chen speaks to himself, sounding very certain.

"Who told you I don't like younger ones, why are young fresh faces so popular?"

"You don't like them."

Jiang Chen repeats like a broken record.

"Okay, I don't like them."

Li Shuru seems to be persuaded.

Then.

The two laugh in unison.

With such a situation, the appearance of a potential "third party" could easily lead to disputes, arguments, even cold wars… but it could also look completely different.

Thus.

Life branches out into various different forms.

Amidst laughter and conversation, the Pallamela stops at the door, and Jiang Chen has not noticed anything unusual, but Li Shuru is the first to spot something wrong.

"Where are Duanmu and Martial Saint?"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Chen then reacts.

Yeah.

The villa is dark, not a hint of light, really doesn't look like anyone's there.

It's only around nine o'clock now.

Sleeping this early?

Impossible.

Li Shuru's expression tightens, looking over, Jiang Chen already has his phone in hand.

"I'll give her a call."

The call connects smoothly.

After a brief exchange, Jiang Chen puts down the phone, with an odd expression.

"Where are they?"

"They're... guests at someone else's place."

"Guests?"

Li Shuru is surprised, then curiously asks: "They have friends here in the East Sea?"

"Yeah, not far, just in the neighborhood."

Li Shuru is taken aback.

"You go in first, I'll go bring them back."