I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping
Chapter 1217 - 838 Ex_2

Chapter 1217: 838 Ex_2

Jiang Chen said, "I’m sending a few flowers, hope you don’t mind?"

As alumni, it’s proper to show some support when we meet by chance, but Jiang Chen didn’t presume to decide on his own.

"You go ahead and send them, why ask me?"

Luo Peng was quite unrestrained.

Jiang Chen called over a waiter and with the spirit of alumni camaraderie, ordered ten flowers straight away.

Ten thousand ocean just like that, gone.

Even if it’s like a stone thrown into the sea, at least one can see the splash.

This must be the feeling that rich people enjoy.

After the song "Decorum" ended, the band’s performance for the day was complete, Bei Xinyu stepped down from the stage and walked towards Jiang Chen.

"Long time no see."

Jiang Chen didn’t remember her, but she seemed to still remember Jiang Chen.

It figures.

Jiang Chen is now a celebrity among the Dong University friend circle.

"Long time no see."

The other person was generous, and so was Jiang Chen—after all, it wasn’t him who dated her, "You sing really well."

"Thank you for the flowers."

Bei Xinyu expressed her gratitude. The bar didn’t take a cut from the flowers given by customers; all the rewards went to the band.

Ten flowers for ten thousand yuan, definitely a substantial earning for people their age.

"How did you know they were from me?"

Jiang Chen joked.

Bei Xinyu acknowledged with a knowing smile and glanced at Young Master Luo beside her but said nothing.

Luo Peng, naturally not a shy person, faced an unexpected run-in with one of his ex-girlfriends without a hint of embarrassment.

"Didn’t expect to run into you here."

Then he looked her up and down, "You’ve become more beautiful."

Bei Xinyu showed a different expression in her eyes.

Luo Peng was earnest, as if speaking from the heart, "Honest truth."

Bei Xinyu pursed her lips with a smile, then asked the bartender for a glass of whiskey.

"Thank you both for the support."

She raised her glass.

Jiang Chen and Luo Peng both smiled.

"You still have to sing, can you drink?"

Luo Peng inquired with concern.

"Don’t you know my tolerance? Besides, my performance for today is already over."

After explaining, Bei Xinyu raised her glass.

Jiang Chen and Luo Peng lifted their drinks as well.

After a drink, Bei Xinyu left without fawning over the two "alumni" for their current prominence.

"I thought she was going to throw the drink at you,"

Jiang Chen teased.

"Why would she throw it at me?"

Luo Peng, now transcended from his playboy status, stated righteously: "I’ve parted with them amicably, I bear no guilt towards any of them."

Such playboy lines can probably only be uttered so righteously by a few creatures.

But Jiang Chen had nothing to say, because what this guy said, seems indeed to be the truth.

Just like that song just now.

In handling each romantic relationship, Luo Peng had always tried to be gracious, or else Bei Xinyu probably wouldn’t have been so calm just now.

"Why did you and she decide to break up in the first place?"

Drinking, Jiang Chen casually asked another question, "Forgot already?"

The now-different Luo Peng held his glass, not replying right away, but seriously pondered.

"I think, she didn’t really like me that much."

This answer genuinely surprised Jiang Chen.

After all, in his impression, relying on his handsome appearance and a wealthy family background, this guy has always been extremely confident.

And had the right to be.

Because he had never failed in pursuing a girl until he met Luo Li’er.

"If she didn’t like you, why would she be with you?"

Jiang Chen asked with a subconscious smile.

Luo Peng took a sip of his drink, "Can’t say she didn’t like me, but I felt that she liked my conditions more than me as a person."

With this, Jiang Chen suddenly understood a bit more.

"Didn’t someone once say, if they like your money, it’s still liking you?"

Jiang Chen teased.

Luo Peng gave a wry smile.

"That’s true, but deep down, I still felt a bit uncomfortable; maybe it’s because I am a bit finicky."

Luo Peng scoffed at himself.

Jiang Chen grinned.

This shouldn’t be considered affectation.

More accurately.

It should be pride.

"However, after breaking up with her, I started to figure things out. That’s why I said those words to you."

People change step by step.

Jiang Chen lifted his glass.

The two clinked glasses.

The buddies hadn’t sat down to drink together like this for a long time, as if they had not graduated, without the social status and halo of today, casually chatting about those days in college. Suddenly, a commotion came from somewhere in the bar.

It sounded like glass hitting the floor.

Like everyone else, Jiang Chen and his companion at the bar looked toward the noise. In the dim light, they could vaguely see Bei Xinyu.

She must have gone to thank the customer in the private booth who had sent flowers, resulting in some unpleasantness.

A jacked-up man in his thirties suddenly stood up, pointing at her with a fierce expression and saying something.

"Here comes the chance to play the hero."

Jiang Chen said casually, with a smile on his lips.

Although he’d long since broken up with her, as a man, it was hard to ignore such a situation.

"Why don’t you go?"

"It’s none of my business. Why should I go?"

"Both of you are alumni. How can you be so indifferent?"

Luo Peng accused.

Jiang Chen drank nonchalantly, as if he had not heard a thing.

Seeing that the quarrel on the other side was getting worse, Luo Peng could only stand up and walk over.

Jiang Chen watched.

Although unable to hear, the scene showed Luo Peng approaching the furious man with a pleasant demeanor, saying something.

He was probably trying to calm things down.

In a place like a bar, this kind of story plot is not hard to guess.

Nine times out of ten, the man had expectations after presenting the flowers to Bei Xinyu, such as accompanying him for a drink, and was not satisfied, or not fully satisfied.

Luo Peng was quite manly, persuading the man while protecting Bei Xinyu behind him, but the furious man didn’t care about him. After all, Luo Peng didn’t have his status or reputation written on his forehead, and he was shoved back clumsily.

Jiang Chen turned a blind eye, still sitting by the bar watching with composure, even with a smile on his face.

Young Master Luo was never someone who would accept losses. If it were during their study years, he might have swung a bottle over. However, after being pushed, he took no action, until the bar security staff arrived on the scene.

"Director Luo."

The burly bar security guard addressed Luo Peng with utter respect upon seeing him.

Noticing this, the man in the jacket’s expression changed dramatically.

None of them were ordinary; they couldn’t be without discernment.

"I was just having a drink with this gentleman, and I accidentally dropped my glass to the floor. The expenses for this table, please, put them on my tab."

Luo Peng said amiably while adjusting his clothes.

The head of the internal security nodded and looked towards the man in the jacket.

They were a group of four or five men, but now none dared to say a word.

This is Liao Xiangdong’s domain, and not many in East Sea dare to cause trouble here.

They didn’t dare either. The reason for pounding the table and glowering was because they felt justified.

They spent money to patronize the place, just asking for a couple of drinks, which was not excessive by any means. But the resident singer ended up smashing the glass on the floor.

Although they felt justified, above the "right" there are many other rules.

The bar’s staff showed such respect to this young man, which was telling enough.

"No, no problems. A misunderstanding."

The man in the jacket’s angry look quickly dissolved to reveal an embarrassed smile; even his speech became stuttered.

"My apologies."

Luo Peng apologized again politely, then led Bei Xinyu away.

Bei Xinyu had been silent all the while until Luo Peng turned his head around, only to find her staring intently at him.

"Do I have flowers on my face?"

"You’re different from before."

Luo Peng chuckled lightly, not boasting about himself, and said in a laid-back manner: "I can’t always be at a standstill."

"Pack up, I’ll take you home."

"Okay."

The ride that Luo Peng spoke of was overly simplistic, essentially just escorting her out of the bar, then doubling back.

Seeing him sit down next to him, Jiang Chen teased, "You’ve let down her good intentions."

Luo Peng curled his lip, "Do you think I’m a fool?"

Then, pushing a glass to the bartender, he said, "One more drink."

Jiang Chen laughed.

It’s no wonder she’s a girl who graduated from Dong University.

Indeed smart.

If she were truly forced, she could simply report it to the bar management to handle it. What’s the need for all this drama?

The script of the hero saving the beauty, it’s not only men who can design such plots.

It’s just a pity that the once flamboyant playboy has matured.