I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping
Chapter 1212: Girls who love to laugh won’t have too bad luck

Chapter 1212: Girls who love to laugh won’t have too bad luck

"Mom seems to have come."

At the entrance of the Shi Family Manor.

The AMG slowly came to a stop.

Sitting in the passenger seat, Shi Qianxi looked through the window and unexpectedly saw her mother’s car.

Ever since the rift between her parents formed, her mother rarely came home, not to mention now that their marriage had already collapsed.

Normally, Comrade Jiang Chen still maintained a gentlemanly demeanor and acted as a driver delivering someone all the way home.

"Do you want to come in for a bit?"

Shi Qianxi turned her head and asked casually.

The threshold of her home was not low; it was rare for guests to visit once or twice a year. However, this guy was an exception since he had already dined at her uncle’s house.

"Forget it. Uncle Shi and Aunt Meng must be discussing things; I won’t disturb them."

Jiang Chen was very insightful.

The relationship between Shi Zhenhua and Meng Meiling was something he, as an outsider, also saw, and if it wasn’t for something important, Meng Meiling would probably not be here.

And he also vaguely felt that the topic of conversation between this once married couple was probably related to him.

Miss Shi did not insist either, perhaps sharing the same tacit understanding.

"Alright, just park the car at the company then."

The company mentioned here was definitely CX Entertainment.

Having said that, Shi Qianxi pushed the door open and got out of the car.

"Bang."

The car door was slammed shut.

Jiang Chen was about to turn the car around when he noticed the other party still standing by the car, not moving.

The car window was lowered.

"Anything else?"

Jiang Chen asked.

Miss Shi showed a smile, waved her hand, "Drive safely on the road."

This shouldn’t be sarcasm, right?

Seeing the Witch’s gentle smile, Jiang Chen was somewhat flattered, opened his mouth, but in the end said nothing, just nodded with a smile.

"Bye-bye."

Shi Qianxi turned around and walked into the manor.

Jiang Chen watched her, then smiled, rolled up the car window, and turned the car around.

Usually, when there’s nothing to do, it really is a good idea to visit temples and other serene places to clear the mind. One can clearly see a significant improvement in Shi Qianxi’s mood.

The AMG left.

Shi Qianxi walked into the house.

"Miss."

The housekeeper bowed in greeting.

"Is my mom here?"

"Yes, the Lady is chatting with the sir."

Although she was no longer the mistress of this manor, the servants’ titles for her had never changed.

Shi Zhenhua turned a blind eye to this.

The magnificent hall.

Shi Zhenhua, who had "amicably parted ways," and Meng Meiling were sitting together.

Sometimes, after separation, the interaction somehow seems to become more harmonious.

"Dad, Mom."

Shi Qianxi called out with a smile on her face.

The former her was deeply troubled by her parents’ relationship, trying every possible way to mend the rift between them. Now, it seems different.

Not sure if it’s because she’s come to terms with it or accepted reality.

"Have you eaten?"

Shi Zhenhua, who was talking to his ex-wife, looked over.

"I just ate with Jiang Chen."

"Where’s Little Jiang?"

"He dropped me off and left."

He didn’t come inside, and I’m not sure if he also knew that my parents had something to discuss. Shi Qianxi said, "Dad, Mom, you two talk," and then she went upstairs alone, showing great understanding.

If it were the past her, she would likely seize every opportunity to bring her parents back together at any cost.

As a child, forgetting homework seemed like the end of the world, in high school, failing to get into university seemed like the end of the world, and as an adult, parting with the one you love seemed like the end of the world. But looking back now, those mountains that seemed impossible to climb have all been scaled, and those matters thought unbearable have been accepted.

This is the power of time.

Parents also have their own lives, and as children, we have no right to forcibly interfere.

Every child wishes to be respected by their parents too.

"It takes the person who tied the bell to untie it."

Watching his daughter’s light footsteps heading upstairs, Shi Zhenhua smiled wistfully, then his face showed helplessness and sorrow, "The old saying is indeed true, ’A grown daughter can’t be kept at home.’"

He certainly saw his daughter’s unusual mood recently, tried many ways to alleviate it, but to little effect.

But look at her now.

What about being a father?

Sometimes earnest advice can’t compare to a few words from others.

Thinking of this, the business tycoon, usually so full of miracles, couldn’t help feeling a faint sense of defeat.

"Are you really sure about this?"

Meng Meiling looked at this man who had climbed up from the bottom of society step by step.

"Isn’t this what you think too?"

Shi Zhenhua met her gaze with a gentle smile, "MeiLing, indecisiveness is not your style."

Almost reckless when marrying beneath her, and decisively swift in getting a divorce, Meng Meiling said calmly, "She’s my only daughter."

"Therefore, we should respect her choice even more."

"Do you think Jiang Chen could help Jin Hai?"

Meng Meiling looked straight into his eyes.

Having been husband and wife for half a lifetime, they couldn’t be more familiar with each other’s characters.

Shi Zhenhua fell silent for a moment, then spoke with self-mockery.

"In your eyes, am I really so utilitarian? So as to disregard everything for profit? You only have this one daughter, don’t forget, so do I."

After saying this, Shi Zhenhua proceeded unhurriedly, "Moreover, that young man’s character is not as simple as it seems on the surface. You’ve seen what he does, making enemies everywhere, causing a huge stir every time. Whether he can bring aid or trouble to Jin Hai is still a matter of debate."

"Youth carries with it the arrogance of early success. Had you possessed his resources back then, you probably would have gone even further."

"Heh."

Shi Zhenhua chuckled mysteriously, neither confirming nor denying.

"I’ve always thought Sun Xiyu was pretty good. Qianxi would lead a very stable life with him," Meng Meiling said softly.

Shi Zhenhua nodded, "Not just you, I think so too. Qianxi with Sun Xiyu would definitely not be wronged. We wouldn’t have any concerns, but after all, she’s the daughter of you, Meng Meiling. Do you think she would like a life of stability?"

Meng Meiling did not speak, or rather, she had no words to retort.

Indeed.

There were many paths she could have taken in life, yet she chose the most risky one.

"Don’t push all the responsibility onto me, don’t you think you have any responsibility?"

"I’ve never felt that way. I’ve always admitted my temper is not good," Shi Zhenhua stated frankly.

"..."

Meng Meiling fell silent.

"One’s life, after all, must be lived by oneself. Life is ultimately a process of experiential practice. Qianxi is the daughter of both you, Meng Meiling, and me, Shi Zhenhua. She must be very clear about what she is doing," Shi Zhenhua said with a steady voice, his old commanding presence still unweakened despite partially retiring.

Meng Meiling, for the first time in a long while, lifted her hand and rubbed her temples.

Shi Zhenhua instinctively wanted to comfort her, but he hesitated with his hand in mid-air and then slowly lowered it.

"Children and grandchildren have their own fortunes. Didn’t you predict Qianxi’s fortune? A girl who loves to smile won’t have too bad luck," he remarked.

Meng Meiling lowered her hand, "Does she love to smile?"

"Didn’t you see her just now?"

"..."