I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping
Chapter 1063 - 743 Seeking monthly pass!_2

Chapter 1063: 743 Seeking monthly pass!_2

"You’ve said it yourself; that was overseas," Jiang Chen replied with a smile. "The Fang family has deep roots and a wide-reaching network here at home. They’re not so easily shaken."

Lan Peizhi fell silent for a moment before saying something that took Jiang Chen completely by surprise.

"Princes and generals, are they born through nature alone?"

Jiang Chen paused, looking oddly at the woman who came from nothing more than a humble little village.

"Do you know why Cao Jinse would be friends with you?"

Lan Peizhi asked abruptly.

This question, of course, Jiang Chen had considered before.

Was it because of looks, trapped by talent?

Too superficial to apply to someone like Cao Jinse.

He and Cao Jinse met because of Lan Peizhi’s introduction, thanks to his "capital."

Of course.

These likely weren’t the key reasons.

Jiang Chen’s lips twitched, then he inexplicably smiled.

"Probably because I’m just an average Joe," he said.

Lan Peizhi didn’t scoff at his sullying of the term ’average Joe.’

"Three generations up, all farmers, yet many children born to farmers have already forgotten this fact."

It was deafeningly loud.

Provoking deep reflection.

"So, I really do admire her," Jiang Chen said earnestly. He himself had always been a barefooted poor kid, fearless and not surprising, but Cao Jinse was different.

"The pressure must not be so great anymore."

Jiang Chen locked eyes with her, shaking his head with a smile, "For someone like her, a drop in the ocean, the enemy’s power is still massive."

"You’re not too shabby yourself."

Lan Peizhi raised her hand.

Then, her pale, delicate palm opened up.

In the center of her palm lay a lifelike dragon-patterned medal.

Lan Peizhi had long accepted his invitation to become a member of the Tianci Society.

Perhaps to the world-renowned Blood Guanyin, his power overseas was unfathomable, but only Jiang Chen, who had told a colossal lie, knew that everything was fake.

Ordinary people telling lies merely admit their mistakes.

But he was aware that there was no turning back for him; even if it was a lie, he had to find a way to turn this utter fabrication into reality, there were no other choices.

"It’s best to keep it safe, it won’t be replaced if lost."

Looking at the medal he had designed, Jiang Chen said with light laughter, and then, as if invigorated, he exhaled, "Let’s go."

"Let her stay here for the night, you as her senior, are irreplaceable in her eyes."

Jiang Chen waved his hand without looking back and stepped out of the hall.

Lan Peizhi sat there, watching his figure merge with the setting sun.

After leaving Drum Alley, Jiang Chen drove to the Firefly Medical Center.

Ai Qian’s condition had stabilized after surgery, and she had been hospitalized for a while, with the doctors already saying she could choose a day to be discharged.

That’s good.

At least she didn’t have to spend New Year’s in the hospital; even if the environment at Firefly Medical Center was excellent, it surely couldn’t compare to the warmth outside.

When he pushed open the door, Jiang Chen was somewhat surprised.

Because he found that Ai Qian and Wei Chuyin, the pair of good sisters who had withstood the test of hardship, seemed to be in the midst of an argument.

As soon as they saw him enter, the sounds of dispute immediately ceased.

"What were you two talking about, to be so loud?" Jiang Chen asked nonchalantly with a smile.

"It’s nothing," Ai Qian said, squeezing out a smile, although she had successfully beaten her illness, she was still bald and had to wear a hat daily.

"Why did you come so late?"

"I just had dinner outside, it was on the way."

Jiang Chen could tell she was being insincere and couldn’t help but turn to look at Wei Chuyin.

Wei Chuyin’s eyes wandered, avoiding eye contact entirely.

Could it be a recurrence of her condition?

"What’s wrong? You’re not sad about being discharged because you’ve gotten used to staying here, are you? Shall I speak to the hospital and ask for a few more days?" he joked.

"If I could, I would like to be discharged now, I’ve really had enough this time."

"If you want to avoid coming back here, you need to listen to the doctor, resolve all the issues, then say goodbye," Jiang Chen said with a light laugh.

Hearing this, Ai Qian’s smile stiffened slightly, then returned to normal.

"Wow, your words are getting more philosophical."

"Back in school, I never felt it, but now I understand that society is the best teacher."

"You’re still a fresh graduate, why do you sound so world-weary?" Ai Qian teased.

"Is that so? I almost forgot about that without you mentioning it."

Jiang Chen smiled as if suddenly enlightened.

Ai Qian followed with a smile.

Indeed.

Like millions of other graduates, they were merely fresh recruits to society, yet their mentality seemed to have undergone an earth-shattering change.

In just this short year, so much had happened, as if they had experienced all the joys and sorrows of a lifetime.

"What are you thinking about so deeply?"

Jiang Chen’s gaze shifted towards Wei Chuyin, who had been silent all along.

"If the doctor says I can be discharged, I won’t notify you."

Ai Qian brought the conversation back to focus.

Jiang Chen nodded.

"Alright, just send me a message when you leave."

Ai Qian laughed, "Don’t worry, I definitely won’t run off, I remember what I owe you."

Jiang Chen gave a thumbs-up, "Then I won’t charge you interest."

Like every other visit before, Jiang Chen would only chat with his ex-girlfriend and would usually stay no longer than an hour. This time was no exception.

After sitting for over twenty minutes, he prepared to leave.

He didn’t know what the two women had been arguing about just now, but since Ai Qian and Wei Chuyin didn’t want to tell, he would not ask.

If it had something to do with a relapse of the illness, he would surely be notified.

"Since it’s like this, I won’t come by anymore."

The illness was cured, and it was time to say goodbye.

"Thanks," Ai Qian said with a nonchalant smile.

Jiang Chen smiled and greeted Wei Chuyin, "I’m off."

Just as he turned and almost reached the door, a rush of hurried footsteps approached from outside.

Before Jiang Chen could reach for the door, it was suddenly pushed open from the outside.

A middle-aged couple walked in, urgency written all over their faces, clearly not locals from Capital City. The man even carried a suitcase, appearing travel-worn.

"You child! Are you trying to scare your mother to death!"

They didn’t even notice Jiang Chen standing at the door as their eyes were entirely fixed on Ai Qian in the bed, passing by Jiang Chen without a glance.

At this very moment.

Jiang Chen instantly understood why Wei Chuyin seemed so downcast and what the two close friends had been arguing about.

Though he had never met them in person, that voice was not unfamiliar to him; when he was dating Ai Qian, he would occasionally hear it over the phone.

Ai Qian’s mother.

He had even spoken to her, admittedly, not often, perhaps only once.

In that single conversation, Ai Qian’s mother made her feelings about her daughter’s relationship abundantly clear, not as harsh as those exaggerated for drama on TV but filled with insinuations nonetheless.

Having raised their child into adulthood, they hoped for her to have a better life - a parent’s feelings are understandable.

From the moment he chose to pursue Ai Qian, Jiang Chen knew what he was getting into and didn’t mind, but since that call, Ai Qian had stopped letting their families interact, and if she received calls from home, she often took them out of his earshot, probably to spare him from hearing unpleasant words.

Although their relationship wasn’t blessed, Jiang Chen once believed that as long as two people were truly together, no difficulty was insurmountable.

But ideals are, after all, just ideals.

Cries could now be heard behind him.

Learning suddenly that their daughter had a terminal illness, one could only imagine how turbulent their emotions were.

Pausing at the door, Jiang Chen chose not to disturb them and reached for the doorknob, pulling the door open.

"Jiang Chen!"

A voice called out.

It was Ai Qian’s voice.

Jiang Chen, who had been about to leave, had to stop, standing with his back turned for a moment, not leaving coldly, but then he turned around.

Ai Qian gave him a complex and grateful smile, then said to her hurriedly arriving parents, "Dad, Mom, this is Jiang Chen."

Jiang Chen hadn’t forgotten that voice.

The other party probably hadn’t forgotten that name either.

The middle-aged woman sitting at the bedside, holding her daughter’s hand with tears in her eyes, wiped away her tears and turned her head.

Ai Qian’s father, standing beside her and seeming a bit calmer, also looked over.

The ward fell silent for a moment.

Wei Chuyin pursed her lips, feeling a sense of unreality.

Life indeed often hinges on the smallest moments.

This was not the way they should have met.