I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping
Chapter 1115 - 770 Mountain

Chapter 1115: 770 Mountain

"Mommie, such beautiful flowers."

Outside the airport.

A little girl, led by her mother, whispered, her eyes locked on a young man holding a lavish bouquet of flowers, staring expectantly at the exit, oblivious to the sideways glances of passersby.

After a short while.

A girl about his age came out, and he immediately beamed a brilliant smile, quickening his pace to meet her with the flowers in hand.

The girl saw him too, and her youthful face lit up with surprise, bolting towards him even faster than he had.

Ignoring the bouquet between them, the young couple embraced tightly.

Beautiful love is always like this, a mutual rush towards each other.

Passersby cast envious glances as they walked by.

Turns out today is the twenty-fourth of the first lunar month, Valentine’s Day in the West.

"When you grow up, boys will give you flowers too."

The once most beautiful hostess in Middle Jiang led her daughter further into the airport, her noteworthy face hidden behind a mask.

"Really?"

The little girl blinked, still gazing at the happy older brother and sister, "Why would someone give me flowers?"

"Because..."

Yu Hui, who had hosted several classic programs, was at a loss for words, unsure how to respond to her daughter’s question.

The little girl looked up inquisitively at her mother.

"Because when you grow up, you will meet a boy who likes you very much."

Although she was young, she wasn’t a newborn; she had some understanding of the world.

"Mommie, I’ll tell you a secret."

"What secret?"

Yu Hui, holding her daughter’s hand and dragging a suitcase, was clearly not there to pick someone up, seemingly preparing for a long journey.

"You can’t tell anyone else."

The little girl said mysteriously.

Yu Hui nodded absently, "Mommie won’t tell."

"There are two boys at school who said they like me and want to marry me when we grow up."

"..."

Even though her mood wasn’t great, Yu Hui couldn’t help but smile at her daughter’s childish words.

"Mommie, what does ’wife’ mean? Is it like you and daddy?"

Just as Yu Hui was about to answer, the little girl asked curiously again.

Yu Hui’s smile vanished momentarily behind the mask.

The little girl, of course, couldn’t notice the change in her mother’s expression. At her age, children do not understand the love and hate among adults, and they are full of natural curiosity about the world.

"Mommie, has daddy ever given you flowers?"

Yu Hui tightened her grip on her daughter’s hand, "Daddy and Mommie are old now."

"Can’t you give flowers when you’re old?"

In the effective time she spent with her daughter, Yu Hui really tried her best to play the role of a competent mother, maintaining ample patience for her daughter.

"Yes, flowers are for young brothers and sisters to give; for adults of daddy and Mommie’s age, giving flowers is no longer fashionable."

"Then what’s fashionable?"

"...well, for instance, giving other things. Like the house Mommy lives in was a gift from Daddy."

As she answered, Yu Hui continued to lead her daughter into the airport.

"Mommie, what about daddy? Isn’t he coming with us?"

"Daddy’s busy with work. We’ll go first, and once he’s done, he’ll come find us."

Parents shouldn’t lie to their children, but sometimes they have no choice.

"Oh."

Yu Hui and her daughter stopped walking, she looked up at the big screen above the airport, then walked towards the specified check-in desk.

As they had arrived early, the queue was not long.

"Hello."

After about ten minutes, it was Yu Hui’s turn.

"Please present your identification."

Yu Hui’s daughter took out the necessary documents and handed them over.

The little girl, with her hair tied in a neat bun today, stood obediently beside her mother.

"Please take off your mask for a moment."

Yu Hui complied without fuss and removed her mask.

"Is that all?"

The check-in clerk looked down at her documents and then back at her.

Yu Hui slightly furrowed her brow.

"I’m sorry, Ms. Yu Hui, your passport has been revoked."

The clerk’s tone remained polite, but her gaze unmistakably held a hint of peculiarity.

Revoked?

Yu Hui was stunned for a moment before immediately protesting, "How’s that possible? Please check again, could there be a mistake?"

The clerk, very courteous, verified the information again as per the customer’s request.

"I’m sorry, Miss Yu Hui, your passport has indeed been revoked, and you will not be able to board this flight."

The result remained unchanged.

Yu Hui was dumbfounded, even dazed.

As a professional hostess, her level of education and personal quality were unquestionable, of course, she understood that there were only three reasons a passport could be revoked.

Either because the holder has emigrated.

Or the holder has passed away.

The last possibility—

The holder has committed a crime or is listed as a major investigation subject.

"Is there anything else I can help you with?"

The queue behind her was growing.

"Mummy."

The little girl shook her mother’s hand.

Yu Hui snapped back to reality, didn’t persist any further, took back her ID, and once again took her daughter’s hand.

"Mummy, aren’t we taking the plane anymore?"

The little girl realized they had retraced their steps and looked up in confusion.

"The plane has a malfunction, we can’t fly today."

Yu Hui forced a smile, unconsciously gripping her daughter’s hand tighter as they left the airport.

"Take me to Hanlong Group."

She hailed a cab.

The most famous corporation in Jiang.

The top of the taxpaying list year after year.

Yu Hui left her daughter with her secretary and walked alone into the office of the father.

The well-known entrepreneur of Jiang, Luo Han, stood with his back to her, staring out the floor-to-ceiling window.

"My passport has been revoked."

Yu Hui got straight to the point.

Luo Han looked out of the Hanlong building, motionless.

"Find a way to solve this, I want to take Yao Yao abroad."

The usually omnipotent man did not respond this time.

The office was silent.

"Luo Han, you said you could handle it."

Yu Hui’s voice was tense, perhaps sweat had formed in her palm after holding her daughter’s hand tightly all the way.

Luo Han, who had remained as still as a statue, finally spoke without turning around.

"Give me some time."

Uncharacteristically, his usually authoritative voice sounded somewhat despondent and hoarse this time.

Yu Hui didn’t know if it was an illusion, but as she gazed at his back which was not particularly imposing, she, who once felt overwhelmed by his presence, suddenly sensed an inexplicable sense of tragic desolation.

"She is your only child, and also the person in this world closest to you."

Leaving behind a succinct sentence, Yu Hui turned and walked out of the office.

Luo Han remained still, seemingly unaware of Yu Hui’s departure.

"Bang."

The door to the office opened and closed.

Luo Han stood at the pinnacle of his domain, as the clear and transparent glass vaguely reflected his face.

Calm and indifferent.