I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping
Chapter 1081: Sax 752

Chapter 1081: Sax 752

"The living standard is what it is; how much cheaper can it get."

Fang Weiguo sighed, while inevitably feeling a sense of guilt.

As a father, being unable to provide his daughter with a carefree life was undeniably a form of incompetence.

"Dad, we’re out to have fun, why are you sighing?"

Fang Qing playfully draped an arm around her father’s shoulders. "Really, you don’t need to worry about me. Just be happy every day. As for me, I’ll work hard, save some money, and once things are stable, I’ll go buy a house..."

"Hard work guarantees money?"

Fang Weiguo chuckled, finding the statement very astute.

If hard work alone ensured earnings, then delivery guys and migrant workers would all be wealthy.

"Being a lawyer is very lucrative. Haven’t you seen the news? Some top lawyers earn millions just from a single case."

"But you’ve just said it yourself, those are top lawyers. How long have you been in the field? You’re still an intern, right?"

"Dad, you have to believe in me. I’m quite happy with my current situation."

Fang Qing acted as though her work and life were going smoothly after being forced to leave the Capital City.

"And even if I don’t have enough, I could always borrow some."

"Borrow? From whom would you borrow?"

"Jiang Chen."

Fang Qing said, "He mentioned that if I want to settle down and buy a house somewhere in the future, I could borrow money from him."

This was true.

But she still embellished the truth.

The man’s original offer was much more generous, basically gifting her a choice of apartments anywhere in the country.

Hearing the name Jiang Chen, the couple Fang Weiguo and Pan Hui perked up with interest; after all, they had watched that child grow up alongside their own daughter, not much different from their own child.

"That lad, he’s really gotten good at sweet-talking girls now."

Fang Weiguo smiled.

"Dad, he’s not joking with me. He’s serious."

"He’s a young man, and he needs to buy a house even more than you do. How could he have money to lend to you?"

"Qing Qing, your dad is right. Jiang Chen has it tough. You shouldn’t trouble him."

Fang Qing felt helpless.

Why were her parents always so biased towards that guy?

Who is their real child, after all?

If one day she gets bullied, would her parents think it’s her fault too?

Suddenly lost in thought, Fang Qing then spoke with a tone that was slightly cynical: "You’re underestimating him. He has made money now."

"Made money? What do you mean?"

Fang Weiguo looked puzzled.

"Literally."

Fang Qing said, "He’s not the Jiang Chen you remember anymore."

You can’t hide the sun with one hand.

Sooner or later, her parents would find out.

It might be better to lay the groundwork earlier.

Not waiting for her parents to ask, Fang Qing took the initiative to explain: "Back in university, he started a business with a few classmates, and it was very successful."

"Really?"

Pan Hui was skeptical.

"Mom, would I lie to you?"

"Why has he never mentioned it?"

"You have watched him grow up since he was little; don’t you know what he’s like? He’s always been very secretive."

Fang Qing said in a joking tone.

"Then why are you only saying this now?"

Faced with her father’s gaze, Fang Qing innocently replied, "If he doesn’t say anything about his own affairs, should I go around blaring it out with a horn?"

"This child, could it be that his hardships are finally paying off?"

Pan Hui murmured.

"I knew it. That stinker would definitely make something of himself someday."

Fang Weiguo was beaming with joy, "When I get back, I must go to Old Jiang’s grave and have a good drink with him."

Pan Hui shook her head and smiled, her face also showing relief.

"Mom, Dad, you really shouldn’t spread this around. He likes to keep things low-key, so let’s just let him be."

"If anyone talks, it’ll be your mom, not me. I always keep things tight-lipped."

Pan Hui seemed ready to use a woman’s innate skills.

"I’ll give him a call. That stinker didn’t even tell his Uncle Fang; it’s really out of line. Is he afraid I’m going to borrow money from him?"

Saying this, Fang Weiguo started to reach for his phone.

"Alright, your daughter just said not to make such a fuss. What if he didn’t tell you? Do you really think he’s your son?"

"He might as well be my half-son. Before he was even born, Old Jiang and I had it settled; if we each had a son, they’d be brothers, and a son and a daughter would make us family through marriage."

Pan Hui retorted playfully, "How many years old is that story? You always bring it up; what good does it do if you and Old Jiang decided? Do the two kids listen to you?"

Fang Weiguo looked at his daughter.

Fang Qing smiled innocently, tilting her head.

"Sigh..."

Fang Weiguo heaved a long sigh, no longer reaching for his phone, looking towards the azure sea, lost in thought.

"Look at your dad: like he’s under a spell. If you ever find someone in the future, don’t let them talk too much."

Pan Hui deadpanned in jest.

The phone rang.

It was Tong Dan.

Fang Qing answered the call.

No one visits the Treasure Hall without a reason.

Turns out, the car was hit.

"Are you hurt?"

"I’m fine, it was a rear-end collision."

Although it was entirely the other driver’s fault, since it wasn’t her own car, Tong Dan still felt a bit embarrassed and so she called right away.

"The left rear light seems cracked, and the bumper is scraped..."

Fang Qing didn’t really care about the condition of the car, "As long as you’re okay."

The two besties chatted for a bit.

Fang Qing hung up the phone.

Fang Weiguo and his wife watched her, "Tong Dan?"

"Yep."

"That girl is a flight attendant now, right?"

"Yep, a first-class flight attendant, she’s quite impressive."

"She just said, something about a car..."

Fang Weiguo hesitated to continue.

Upon hearing this, Fang Qing realized belatedly that she had let something slip. She had only been concerned about Tong Dan just now and hadn’t thought about the other implications.

It goes to say, even the wise can overlook something, as long as you’re human, it’s inevitable to make mistakes, there’s always a moment of carelessness.

Since she couldn’t hide it, there was no need to force it.

"Yeah, she was driving my car, someone rear-ended her, but she’s not hurt."

The couple looked at each other.

"You bought a car?"

Fang Weiguo tentatively asked his daughter.

Fang Qing nodded.

"When did this happen?"

"Not too long ago."

"Why didn’t you tell us when you bought a car?" Pan Hui asked.

"Can a lawyer really make that much money?" Fang Weiguo said.

The couple spoke almost simultaneously, each with a different point of concern.

A car costs at least a couple hundred thousand, right?

How long has the daughter been working?

"It’s not my money."

Hearing this, Fang Weiguo and Pan Hui’s expressions suddenly changed, their hearts tightened.

"Whose money is it then?"

Pan Hui asked anxiously.

Fang Weiguo also silently watched his daughter.

"It was given by Jiang Chen."

Fang Qing said calmly.

Upon hearing the answer, the couple were simultaneously stunned.

"Given by Jiang Chen?"

"Yes. To be precise, he bought it for me."

"..."

"..."

The couple fell silent.

After exchanging glances for a while, it was Fang Weiguo, the father, who spoke, "Why did he buy you a car?"

"Dad, what’s wrong with him buying me a car?"

Fang Qing asked back with a smile, a far cry from her initial attitude when she was taken to buy the car.

At that time, she had almost turned around and left when she saw he was going to give her a car.

Fang Qing’s retort momentarily left Fang Weiguo and his wife at a loss for words.

"From childhood, you’ve been so kind to him, treating him as your own son. If he gives me a car to make my travel convenient, within his means, that doesn’t seem like a big deal, right?"

Fang Qing’s words left the couple dumbfounded.

Although what their daughter said made sense...

But...

"I’m going to buy some water."

Fang Qing turned and walked towards the outside of the beach.

The couple watched their daughter’s relaxed figure in a daze.

The name Jiang Chen was frequently mentioned in their household, as though he was part of the family.

Distant relatives are less close than near neighbors.

And the two kids had grown up together.

To put it more grandly, the families were old friends.

But previously, even if it wasn’t exactly aversion, their daughter never had this attitude.

It was as if accepting a car from someone else’s family... seemed somehow natural.

"What’s going on with our girl?"

Fang Weiguo turned his head, asking in a confused manner.

Pan Hui was equally puzzled.

"How would I know."

Not far away, a laid-back local was playing the saxophone.

The sound of the saxophone, carried by the waves of the sea breeze, wafted across the entire beach.