I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping

Inevitably, there are some who slip through the net, but under the overwhelming public opinion and propaganda, most people are still aware of the risks of traveling abroad, particularly when invited to do so for gold-digging opportunities.

So when someone invited Pei Yunxi to go to Myanmar, she immediately fell silent.

She didn't go to her home; with Pei Linhan there, discussing matters wouldn't be convenient, and going to another luxurious residence certainly wasn't suitable either.

Thus, the meeting place was chosen to be at a leisure center within Spring and Autumn Plaza, conveniently equidistant from both sides.

"K.E is building its first factory in Southeast Asia, which in the future will become a production base supporting the Eastern Hemisphere market. You should go take a look."

Jiang Chen continued to reason with her emotionally and logically.

Pei Yunxi scrutinized him, silent.

The logic was correct, but the key issue was that it's not a normal place; it's Myanmar, portrayed by public opinion as a bloody den of horrors, a hell on earth. Even men have to consider if they can keep their kidneys safe, let alone women.

There once was a Korean internet celebrity who was invited there by a friend, and the results were tragic beyond imagination.

Not only did she suffer inhuman torture, but she also couldn't save her life, and it was only with the help of the Allied Army that her remains returned to her homeland.

"My dad won't agree."

Pei Yunxi took a sip of hot tea?

"Just don't tell him."

Jiang Chen said naturally, "Anyway, you don't tell him everything already. Just say you're going to Australia, or Europe, anywhere you like."

Instead of spitting the hot tea out, Pei Yunxi calmly said, "My dad's thinking of making me retire from the spotlight. The New Year's approaching; do you think he'd agree to me going abroad at this critical time?"

"Retire from the spotlight?"

Jiang Chen felt quite surprised. That man really doesn't care about fame and fortune. His daughter has made it big, like a golden money tree, but he doesn't care in the slightest.

Filial piety is the most important virtue.

Filial piety is an age-old traditional virtue, but being filial doesn't mean blind obedience.

Of course, Jiang Chen knew she wasn't someone who obediently followed her parents' every word; otherwise, there wouldn't be a Pei Yunxi now, just a Pei Yunduo living an ordinary life in a small town in Hui City.

"That's why you should go. At least you'll have some peace and quiet. Otherwise, your dad will definitely nag during the New Year."

Urging marriage, asking about income—these are grills one might face when going home for the New Year, and Pei Yunxi had her own pressures.

"So that's your plan? Delay, avoid?"

Facing questioning, Jiang Chen remained unfazed, "Have you ever taken an exam?"

"What do you mean?"

She wasn't professionally trained; she just hadn't attended film school, but it didn't mean she wasn't educated!

"When you can't think of the correct answer. Writing an explanation still earns points."

Pei Yunxi's pupils shrank, then widened again; she couldn't believe he could explain shamelessness in such a fresh and refined manner.

"And it concerns a human life."

Jiang Chen added succinctly, "A friend's brother has been trafficked, now hanging by a thread in Myanmar."

Pei Yunxi turned a deaf ear, calmly asked back: "What does it have to do with me?"

Moral coercion was too annoying.

Indeed.

She wasn't a police officer.

Rescuing trafficked people wasn't her responsibility.

Boss Jiang certainly also seemed like an objective, rational person, not criticizing or standing on the high ground.

"If you really don't want to go, I won't force you."

If it were anyone else, Pei Yunxi would certainly suspect the other party of harboring ill intentions. But this guy was the one who, despite the danger, rescued her from Ye Tingxuan, got injured, had a kidney stabbed, and nearly lost half his life.

Also Paris.

Faced with the gunman's rapid fire of cold bullets, he shielded her without hesitation.

No one can maintain an act in the face of life and death.

If there really is someone.

They'd have to be acknowledged and admired.

So aside from her parents, in this world, this guy probably needs the least caution.

"I'll think about it."

Pei Yunxi's attitude suddenly softened. She didn't ask if he didn't need to go home for the New Year.

Only when parents are alive is there a home.

Otherwise, festive times might feel even more heartwrenching.

"If you can't persuade your dad, I can talk to him; I feel he has a decent impression of me."

He was still being modest.

Bumping into someone and yet being able to visit as a guest and be treated as an honored one must be a unique situation with no comparison.

"You're impressive; I just don't know how to get along with elders."

Pei Yunxi suddenly said softly.

Jiang Chen raised an eyebrow, somewhat surprised; was she opening up to him?

"Any tips?"

Pei Yunxi's eyes locked with his, gentle and no longer cold.

It wasn't just the elders.

This man seemed to have some magic, even turning enemies into friends.

Little Prince Ye Tingxuan is a typical case.

Her father was just slightly injured, barely worth mentioning, while precious Little Prince Ye was legitimately beaten black and blue.

Under normal logic, the instigator's ashes should have been scattered long ago.

But what was the reality?

The little prince, whom everyone shied away from mentioning, not only refrained from revenge but became thick as thieves with him, addressing each other as brothers. How could this not astonish people?

Jiang Chen pondered for a moment, finally shook his head, and chuckled, "I don't know either."

He didn't seize the opportunity to fiercely boast.

"Is this what they call charisma?"

Pei Yunxi looked away, speaking to herself.

Setting others aside.

She herself was a profound example.

At first, this guy was just another ordinary student from East University in her eyes, an upperclassman to her sister.

How did it unknowingly evolve into their current relationship?

Her father's worries weren't entirely unfounded; getting into this circle, female stars couldn't escape such encounters.

But at least she felt not an ounce of regret, not even any shame—very composed, calm.

"Are you flattering me to the point of killing me?"

Jiang Chen picked up a longan, not boasting when he should have.

"Someone like you, why does Li'er say you're a doormat?"

You're beautiful, but shouldn't be so blunt?

Jiang Chen hesitated a bit, then said properly, "I never thought of myself as a doormat."

"Pfft."

Aren't you a professional actor?

Why can't you control yourself now?

But also.

This line is precisely the signature phrase of a doormat.

A doormat never acknowledges being a doormat.

The sudden bloom of laughter, dreamlike and unreal, Pei Yunxi didn't intentionally restrain it.

"It seems every man encounters his own Muse Goddess."

"Is there anyone more of a goddess than you?"

Jiang Chen retorted, regaining the initiative.

Pei Yunxi calmly, gently said, "Perhaps not anymore."

Jiang Chen paused.

What does she mean by not anymore?

Has something changed?

No, nothing.

This face is clearly more radiant, has gained another layer of color.

But.

Jiang Chen suddenly remembered the domestic TV drama he watched the day he visited Martial Saint and Tanki Liuli at their home.

Before marriage, or before owning, the heroine was also the Muse Goddess to her ex-husband.

But what happened?

She became an ex-wife.

The untouched always stirs conscious longing.

Distance is what creates beauty.

Once the distance is zero, or even negative, cough, cough...

Even in a world of two, certain topics shouldn't be discussed too explicitly.

Although they were both adults, they were also civilized people.

"When did your mother pass away?"

Jiang Chen changed the topic.

Pei Yunxi's brows furrowed suddenly; she instantly returned to her cool nature from just sharing laughter.

She turned her head.

"Who told you my mother's gone?"

Jiang Chen froze.