I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping
Chapter 1043 - 733 Passing on_2

Chapter 1043: 733 Passing on_2

"The Fang Family told you?"

Jiang Chen asked casually, as if it were nothing.

"Do you think the Fang Family would broadcast such a humiliating matter? I’m not the kind to kick someone when they’re down. It’s a guess. If that lawyer really ran off, the email wouldn’t have been sent out. He’s a smart man; falling into the hands of the Fang Family, his fate would be much worse than if he were caught by the police. Fang Jun is capable of anything. He used this method to make everyone aware of the incident, thereby manipulating public opinion and forcing the Fang Family to hand him over."

"The attorney obviously lives up to his title, with such meticulous thinking, setting oneself to death and then resurrecting."

Jiang Chen whispered.

"It won’t work."

Cao Jinse said in a calm and collected manner, "The only benefit of doing this is to avoid torture. His methods are so vile that, even if he were to be brought to court, he would hardly escape death."

"It’s a pity, he was a pillar of society."

"That’s why one mustn’t act impulsively and should think thrice before acting."

Jiang Chen added, "The most fundamental reason is to find people whose values align with yours."

Cao Jinse’s tone faltered slightly, she smiled, then nodded, "You’re right. Everyone wants a shortcut, but if it’s a shortcut, it’s bound to be full of thorns and pitfalls."

"It’s just like what ’The Beheaded Queen’ says, every gift given by fate has already been secretly marked with a price."

Jiang Chen spoke softly.

Cao Jinse turned her head.

She was finding more and more that chatting with this guy was comfortable, as if stepping to the same beat, which was different from some people.

"What about Taoist Duanmu?"

"She’s probably wandering the hospital."

"You left her alone?"

Cao Jinse immediately reminded him, "Be careful not to lose her, or Aunt Lan will come looking for you."

"The fledgling eagle will never learn to fly if it doesn’t leave its parents."

Jiang Chen replied nonchalantly.

"..."

Cao Jinse was somewhere between amusement and exasperation, looking at the shameless fellow, her lips twitched.

"Have you read Shi Tiesheng?"

Jiang Chen turned to look her in the eye, "The best way to treat people with special needs is not to see them as special."

In terms of knowledge, without exaggerating his superiority, Jiang Chen was certainly not inferior to Cao Jinse.

Shi Tiesheng, burdened by his physical handicap, was in immense psychological turmoil, yet he had friends who would carry his wheelchair to play soccer with him.

That’s right.

Taking someone with a disability to play soccer.

Shi Tiesheng mentioned several times in his articles that those were his happiest days.

Tanki Liuli, of course, was not disabled, and it would be hard to find many who could stand toe-to-toe with her.

But in a certain sense, she was also an incomplete person.

"Alright, you’re right about everything. It seems Aunt Lan made a very correct decision entrusting her to you."

Jiang Chen was neither arrogant nor impatient, helping to press the elevator button.

"Shall I take you down?"

A truly caring person wouldn’t need to ask.

Cao Jinse was also very understanding.

"No need to bother."

She stepped into the open elevator, turned around to press the button for the first floor, and then seemed to roll her eyes at Jiang Chen.

The elevator doors closed.

Jiang Chen took out his phone.

Recently, he had equipped the otherworldly Taoist nun sister with a phone watch; they couldn’t always rely on mind reading.

Perhaps the Taoist nun sister had that ability, but he hadn’t reached that level of cultivation yet.

That’s right.

It was the type children wore.

Of course, not because he was reluctant to spend money, but for convenience.

Tanki Liuli had just come down from the mountain and hardly had anyone to contact. Moreover, such a watch, even a child could operate; it was much simpler than a fancy smartphone, especially for someone like Tanki Liuli with special circumstances, undoubtedly more practical.

One must admit, Jiang Chen was a very thoughtful person. Even without a high level of education, just with this delicate thoughtfulness, he would make a good nanny.

But nowadays, even nannies seem to have educational requirements.

To save trouble, Jiang Chen sent a text message, because calling would mostly just be him talking; a text was simpler and the content was quite dry.

Just a sentence.

"Don’t wander off too far."

The tone, just like that of someone looking after a child.

Fortunately, the Taoist nun sister with sturdy martial prowess maintained an untainted childlike innocence, usually not picking fights with him.

Before he could return to the ward, his phone rang.

Jiang Chen felt surprised, thinking that Tanki Liuli had taken the rare step of replying, but upon checking, he realized it was Fang Qing calling.

"Do you have time tonight?"

"What’s up?"

"If you’re free, come over to my place."

"Haven’t you gone back yet?"

Jiang Chen was surprised; he thought she had returned to Sha City.

"I was planning to leave today."

Fang Qing was only halfway through her explanation when she stopped.

"What’s the matter that can’t be said over the phone?"

"If you’re busy today, I can wait for you."

"..."

Jiang Chen fell silent for a moment, then laughed, "Alright, I’ll come over for dinner."

"Okay."

The call ended.

Jiang Chen put down his phone, raised his hand, and pinched the bridge of his nose.

He had a pretty good idea why Fang Qing didn’t leave today and why she called him over.

He suddenly felt it would be better if that girl wasn’t so clever.

She should be living her bright life under the sun, not facing all that darkness and sin.

Around six in the evening.

Unable to escape, Jiang Chen arrived at Fang Qing’s apartment carrying vegetables and after knocking on the door, he said with casual mirth, "Your landlord really is something, still hasn’t kicked you out."

Fang Qing continued to cook.

"Have a seat anywhere."

Usually not acting like an outsider, Jiang Chen was more polite this time, "Let me do it, I suddenly felt like eating fish, so I bought one. You’re not exactly a pro when it comes to cooking fish."

Fang Qing did not argue with him and stepped aside, simultaneously taking off her apron and handing it over.

Jiang Chen put it on.

More than ten minutes later, the two sat down at the table.

"Try it, if it’s not good, bear with it, I haven’t cooked in a long time."

Jiang Chen added a piece of bass to Fang Qing’s bowl.

That wasn’t bragging; in East Sea, it was Li Shuru who was usually in charge of cooking.

"It’s quite far behind compared to my mom’s cooking."

After tasting with her chopsticks, Fang Qing gave an honest appraisal.

"Of course, I’ve never thought of matching Aunt Pan’s cooking skills; as long as it’s not tasteless, that’s enough."

Jiang Chen wasn’t embarrassed.

"Let’s have some liquor."

Fang Qing suddenly stood up, bringing over a bottle of Maotai which he couldn’t tell if she had just bought or had kept until now.

Yes.

A bottle of Maotai.

This caused Jiang Chen to pause.

Although drinking baijiu in winter does give warmth, Fang Qing was, after all, a girl.

"Let’s drink some beer or wine instead."

"No."

Fang Qing dismissed it simply.

"I’ll go buy some."

Jiang Chen put down his chopsticks.

"You’re not unaware of my drinking ability; I can drink."

Fang Qing really could hold her liquor. She had tasted baijiu before when they were together, but that was a long time ago.

"Such fine liquor is a waste on us."

"It was a gift from the law firm anyway."

Fang Qing didn’t argue and opened the Maotai.

"You lawyers really do have great benefits; I’m genuinely envious."

Joining the girl for a drink wasn’t a big deal, and Jiang Chen was thinking this to himself, but when he saw the cup Fang Qing brought, his expression changed, and he could no longer sit still.

"No way, this cup is too big, I can’t handle it."

It wasn’t the traditional small baijiu glass or the usual disposable plastic cup of about half a taels.

Fang Qing had brought over a cup that could hold three taels.

"Just drink what you can; I didn’t say you had to finish it."

Fang Qing, undaunted, ignored Jiang Chen’s "that’s enough, that’s enough..." and filled the cup to the brim.

Jiang Chen forced a smile, "When did you start being able to drink so much? Lawyers shouldn’t need to socialize that much, right?"

Fang Qing had a calm expression as she raised the daunting three-tael cup, clearly gesturing to take a shot first.

Jiang Chen had no choice but to accompany Qing Mei; he took a sip while squinting his eyes, then exhaled deeply.

"I’m not very fond of soy-sauce-flavored liquor; I prefer yellow wine."

"Are you talking about that drink for children?"

Jiang Chen was slightly taken aback and a bit stunned.

"If that’s what you think, I won’t accompany you."

"The rules of the drinks table, no wine left on the table, that’s what you told me."

Fang Qing, who previously said drinking well was enough, quickly changed her tune.

A woman’s words indeed couldn’t be taken too seriously, even if she’s a lawyer.

"That wasn’t me, it was Fu Zili."

Looking at his somewhat normal yet abnormal childhood friend, Jiang Chen felt helpless, "Fine, no more psychological warfare, that lawyers play, I confess, I’ll tell you everything."