I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping
Chapter 203 is too little, I don’t want it.

Chapter 203: 203 is too little, I don’t want it.

Luo Peng may seem carefree, but sometimes the words he utters are quite profound.

For instance, he had dated so many girlfriends that Bai Zheli, who was inexperienced in love, once curiously asked him whether he had ever made grand promises to any of those girls. Luo Peng admitted openly that he had.

Bai Zheli then asked him why he ended up breaking up with them despite having made those promises?

The answer Luo Peng gave at the time is still vivid in Jiang Chen’s memory until now.

"When you choose to be with a girl, it’s definitely because there’s something about her that attracts you. When two people are in love, how could there not be sweet nothings? But promises, those things actually can’t measure fidelity, nor can they judge right from wrong; they merely prove that at the moment they were spoken, we were sincere with each other."

This might sound shameless, but Luo Peng wasn’t simply finding excuses for himself.

After all, his ex-girlfriends seldom spoke ill of him after their breakups, which in itself said something.

In a group of three, there will be something to learn.

Among the dormitory’s four brothers, the youngest, Bai Zheli’s eagerness to learn, along with the eldest, Li Shao’s steadfastness were admirable; even Luo Peng, who seemed flippant, had his qualities worth learning from.

Not until Li Shuru’s figure had completely vanished down the corridor did Jiang Chen withdraw his gaze.

Let’s test the new tea with a new fire and seize our youth for poetry and wine.

At this age, bursting with youthful vigor, we should be taking risks and even, perhaps, making mistakes.

To be overly cautious and timid is not the footnote that suits this time in our lives.

Jiang Chen slowly exhaled, looked at the couples around him bidding their reluctant farewells, smiled faintly, turned, and headed towards the male dormitory.

"Dingling ling..."

The ringtone of the cellphone rang out.

Jiang Chen casually pulled it out, a twitch at the corner of his eye, and he hung up without a second word.

But the ringtone was relentless and rang again soon after.

Hang up again.

Ring again.

Eventually, Jiang Chen simply turned the phone off.

Reality proves that many things can’t be resolved by running away.

After a while, walking on the sidewalk, Jiang Chen saw a sports car zoom past him. As the tail lights of the other car faced him, his face changed abruptly,

"Wait!"

But the other party couldn’t hear his shouting.

Watching the Aston Martin vanish in the distance, Jiang Chen hurriedly took out his phone, quickly turned it on, and dialed the number he had hung up on multiple times.

"Shi Qianxi, what the hell are you trying to do?!" he hissed.

"Whimper..."

There was no reply, but instead a sobbing sound came through.

Jiang Chen’s scalp tingled.

What kind of trouble was this lady stirring up now?

"Why are you crying? What happened?"

Tears are always a woman’s best weapon, and Jiang Chen’s tone softened subconsciously, not as harsh as before.

"My mom doesn’t want me anymore, and neither does my dad! Whimper whimper whimper..."

Miss Shi was crying sorrowfully.

Jiang Chen was taken aback, but he quickly realized something was amiss.

If your parents don’t want you, why come to me?

"Where are you now?" he asked, feeling a headache coming on.

"East... East Sea University."

As expected.

"What are you doing at my school?"

"I have nowhere to go, and my car is almost out of gas..."

No where to go?

Don’t you have friends? And moreover, you have that formidable fiancé.

Also.

What does it mean by ’the car is almost out of gas’?

Jiang Chen took a deep breath, listening to the intermittent sobs on the other end, and knew it was impossible to get a clear explanation over the phone.

"Drive your car back here first."

"Where should I drive to?"

"Make a U-turn."

"I don’t want to!"

"I’m right by the roadside. I just saw your car. Hurry up and drive back!" Jiang Chen said, frustrated.

"Oh. Then...then wait for me!"

The phone didn’t hang up, and the sound of reversing could be heard.

After a while, bright lights shone forth.

The Aston Martin that had just passed by reappeared in the view.

Jiang Chen hung up the phone with a sigh and took the initiative to walk to the roadside, waving his hand.

The Aston Martin stopped.

"Jiang Chen, wuu wuu wuu..."

Shi Qianxi pushed open the car door and got out, her charming melon-seed face tear-stained as if she were truly inconsolable, disregarding everything as she threw herself into Jiang Chen’s arms.

Jiang Chen was startled and quickly held down this woman by the shoulders.

"What are you doing?!"

"Nobody’s looking after me anymore, wuu wuu wuu..."

Miss Shi’s tears fell like rain, and her makeup was smeared all over her face.

Jiang Chen glanced around, although there was no one around at the moment, one couldn’t guarantee someone wouldn’t pass by.

"Get in the car and then talk!"

He pushed the delicate and pampered lady back into the car and sat down himself.

"Bang!"

The car door closed.

"Wuu wuu wuu..."

Shi Qianxi kept crying, her tears falling like broken pearls, a sight that saddened the listener and filled them with empathy.

Jiang Chen had a massive headache.

"If you have something to say, say it, stop crying first."

Fortunately, he had a pack of tissues in his pocket, which he pulled out and handed over to her.

Shi Qianxi wiped her tears and sobbed, her face looking like a little tearstained cat.

Jiang Chen was at his wit’s end.

"What exactly happened?"

"My mom, my mom, she froze my credit cards..."

Jiang Chen was somewhat speechless.

He thought it was some major issue.

Turns out she was just restricted from spending.

"You cry like this just over that?"

"What do you mean ’just over that’?!"

Shi Qianxi lifted her head, holding the wet tissue, with blurred tears in her eyes.

"I just went to refuel, and I couldn’t even pay for the fuel... wuu..."

"..."

Jiang Chen’s face twitched.

So what if she couldn’t afford the fuel?

Is there really a need to be so heartbroken and inconsolable?

At worst, take public transportation.

And besides, there are plenty of people in the world who can’t even afford to buy a car!

Of course.

It’s easy to go from frugality to luxury, but hard to return to frugality from luxury.

For a pampered and privileged young miss accustomed to lavishly spending money, living the life of an ordinary person is indeed a difficult task.

It seems somewhat understandable that Shi Qianxi would collapse like this.

"Stop crying, how much do you need for the fuel?"

"Eight hundred."

"You don’t even have eight hundred on you?"

Jiang Chen blurted out.

"Wuu..."

Miss Shi, who days earlier had flippantly damaged a diamond worth hundreds of millions, started crying again.

"Alright, I’ll transfer you a thousand!"

Jiang Chen was suffering from a splitting headache, fully embodying the fine spirit of a high-quality contemporary young adult with a warm heart willing to help others and a generous nature.

But who knew the other party wouldn’t appreciate it.

"A thousand is too little, I don’t want it."

"..."

Jiang Chen was immediately stunned, rendered speechless in an instant.

It seems like, he was offering humanitarian aid, right?

And she actually thinks it’s too little?

"Forget it then, you should hurry back and speak to your parents properly."

Although he didn’t know what had happened exactly, they were after all her only parents; which parent would truly abandon their child?

At most, they were probably just giving a warning.

In fact, they should have done this a long time ago.

If they had disciplined her earlier, this woman probably wouldn’t have developed such a personality.

But it’s better late than never to mend the pen after the sheep are lost.

Jiang Chen placed his hand on the armrest, planning to open the door and get out of the car.

"I’ll take you back to your dormitory."

A soft and pitiful voice came from behind him.