I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping
Chapter 405 - 368, still a lot more

Chapter 405: 368, still a lot more

Even Ning Hui herself was stunned.

"Young Master Ye, I..."

After a brief moment of shock, overwhelming panic flooded her, and Ning Hui instinctively wanted to grab Ye Tingxuan’s arm but dared not to.

The bloodstains on the ground were not yet dry.

Xiong Dingyuan may have survived but was destined to become a cripple.

As the instigator, or rather, the fuse, the Xiong Family wouldn’t dare to touch Ye Tingxuan, but to deal with her, a so-called star, would be easy as flipping a hand.

Thinking of those people’s cruel methods, Ning Hui’s face turned pale, gasping for breath, tears glistening in her eyes.

In this society, women are like rootless duckweed.

Beautiful women, even more so.

At this moment, she had nowhere to turn. Her only method for self-rescue was to find a powerful backer.

Young Master Ye, who had just placed his hand on someone’s thigh upon entering the room, now appeared as a graceful gentleman. Though his face still bore a smile, it was tinged with a cold, aloof detachment.

"Don’t worry, no one will trouble you."

"Young Master Ye..."

Ning Hui’s eyes brimmed with tears, and she would have knelt before Ye Tingxuan if she could, looking ever so pitiful.

Spending a night in the arms of such a beauty, and a major star at that, would undoubtedly be a delightful experience. But Young Master Ye was, indeed, out of the ordinary, seemingly heartless, indifferent to Ning Hui’s pleas.

"Let’s go."

Fei Yi stood up.

"Sister Qian Qian, Jiang, Young Master Ye, we’ll be taking our leave."

A dispirited Ning Hui followed him out of the private room and when they reached the entrance of the Phoenix Pavilion, she could no longer contain the fear within her and broke down, crying uncontrollably and disregarding her appearance.

"Mr. Fei, what should I do? Xiong Dingyuan will definitely not let me off..."

Fei Yi slowly exhaled.

"Don’t worry. Unless the Xiong Family wishes for self-destruction, they will treat this incident as if it never happened."

Ning Hui couldn’t believe her ears, staring at him blankly as tears continued to fall.

If not for the other party’s concealment beforehand, such a debacle would never have happened. Although Fei Yi was not Ye Tingxuan, he still had a soft spot for a damsel in distress, and seeing her in such a state stirred up a sense of compassion within him.

"I have an idea for you. Terminate your contract with your current agency, and I’ll introduce you to a new place."

Ning Hui was a bit dazed.

"CX Entertainment, have you heard of it? It’s Sister Qian Qian and Jiang’s company. It’s recently been established, and currently, there’s only Pei Yunxi as an artist. If you are willing to join, I can help with the introduction."

"I, I’m willing!"

Ning Hui, who felt an overwhelming terror for her future, hastily agreed, clutching at this life-saving straw with urgency.

"Alright, get in the car."

Fei Yi nodded.

After the two left, it wasn’t long before Jiang Chen and his company also exited the venue.

"You carry this with you everywhere. Aren’t you afraid someone will see it and call the police?"

Jiang Chen glanced at the pocket of the other’s trousers.

Ye Tingxuan paused for a moment, then laughed heartily.

"Brother Jiang, you are quite humorous. I have a gun permit. Why should I be afraid?"

A gun permit?

Jiang Chen shook his head, smiling.

He used to see jokes about "license to kill."

Now it seemed, not all the stuff online was a joke.

"Alright, on such a fine evening, I won’t hold you two up any longer. I’m leaving."

"Young Master Ye..."

Ye Tingxuan, as if he heard nothing, waved his hand without turning around and walked into the crowd, eventually disappearing from sight.

Without a doubt.

He was definitely the most unique person he had ever encountered.

"Do you think someone like him has any worries?"

Jiang Chen watched as the other man walked away.

"Forget worries. I think he probably doesn’t even know the meaning of his own existence, which is why he’s become a lunatic."

Shi Qianxi whispered softly.

"Still holding a grudge because he wrecked your car?"

Jiang Chen asked.

Shi Qianxi quickly shook her head.

She had been very angry before but now, seeing the miserable state of Bear, she suddenly realized that having her car smashed was trivial by comparison.

Jiang Chen drove to take Miss Shi back home.

"The Xiong Family, do you understand them?"

"Not really."

"To be able to stomach their own brother being crippled... impressive."

Jiang Chen spoke thoughtfully.

He considered himself quite restrained, but now he realized that there were many more powerful people in the world.

Putting himself in their shoes, he knew that if he had been in that situation, it would have been very difficult to just laugh it off.

The toasting isn’t worth mentioning.

In the end, they even helped purchase the check.

Such magnanimity, such vision, he truly felt ashamed in comparison.

Growing old yet still learning is indeed not just a joke.

"Do you think that Xiong Er is just gauging the situation?"

"What else?"

Shi Qianxi chuckled, "Although I don’t know what’s going on in their family, if they were normal brothers, no matter how rational, it would be very difficult to remain calm at such a time. Yet Xiong Er held back in such a short time, showing that his relationship with his brother isn’t good, perhaps even hoping for his brother’s misfortune. Sometimes the person who most wants you dead isn’t your enemy, but your own kin. Think about it, if Xiong Da becomes a cripple, wouldn’t Xiong Er naturally rise to power?"

Miss Shi spoke at length.

"In the house of an emperor, there are no familial affections, and sometimes, your own brothers are your mortal enemies."

Jiang Chen looked at her in surprise.

"Why are you staring at me like that?"

Miss Shi said haughtily, "You’re still young, haven’t even graduated from college. Let me tell you, there’s still a lot you need to learn."

Jiang Chen laughed helplessly.

Arriving at the gates of the Shi family estate, the car stopped.

"You may as well sleep at my place."

Miss Shi extended a gracious invitation.

Jiang Chen shook his head quickly.

"Don’t be scared, my dad isn’t home."

Miss Shi stared straight at him, her tone laden with meaning.

Your dad isn’t home, but there are so many maids in your house that the moment I step in, that big shot will get the message.

"Don’t get me into trouble."

Jiang Chen firmly declined,

"So you dare to hit Ye Tingxuan but you don’t dare to sleep at my..."

She almost blurted out what she was thinking, but luckily Miss Shi caught herself in time, quickly rephrasing, "you don’t dare to sleep at my house. Are you even a man?!"

"You can choose not to see me as a man."

Jiang Chen responded without hesitation.

"..."

Miss Shi was at a loss for words. She could only get out of the car in a huff, slamming the door and, still not over it, lifted her leg and kicked the door.

Jiang Chen, without hesitation, turned around and left.

On the way back to Spring and Autumn Plaza, the events of the evening flashed through his mind like scenes from a movie.

Absurd.

Bizarre.

Yet incredibly real.

Everyone is a frog at the bottom of a well, the only difference is the size of the well’s opening.

Fu Zili’s words echoed in his ears once again.

Perhaps a person’s life is just about jumping from one deep well into another.

Driving into Spring and Autumn Plaza, Jiang Chen deliberately passed by the white villa.

He pressed down on the brakes.

The lights in the villa were still on.

Perhaps that breathtakingly beautiful actress was sitting in front of the second-floor window, looking at that book, "Reading is a Portable Shelter."

Sitting in his car and watching for a while, Jiang Chen pulled the handbrake, turned off the engine, opened the door, and walked up to the doorbell, pressing it.

"Ding-dong, ding-dong, ding-dong..."

No response.

"Ding-dong, ding-dong, ding-dong..."

Like a stone sinking into the sea.

No reaction whatsoever.

Jiang Chen stepped back a few paces, looked up at the second floor again, and couldn’t help but laugh helplessly.

The light that was clearly on just now had gone out.

How typical of the saying "protesting too much reveals the truth."

Jiang Chen stood silently in front of the villa for a while, then took out his phone, not to make a call, but to send a message.

Then he turned around and got back into the car.

The car started up again.

The headlights came on.

Second floor of the villa.

At the windowsill.

The woman in pajamas carefully pried open the curtains, revealing a sliver of a gap.

The serene moonlight streamed in, casting a dreamy halo over her exquisite features and cascading hair.

Through the gap, she watched the car below drive smoothly away, before picking up the phone with the lit screen from the table and opening the text message.

"Come to the company tomorrow; I have something to discuss with you."