I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping
Chapter 884: When feelings first blossom at age 646

Chapter 884: When feelings first blossom at age 646

"Geng Long’s body should be sent away from Haojiang today," Jiang Chen no doubt wanted to know whether they should make an appearance.

"It’s best not to get involved in this kind of matter."

He Junru shook her head.

Yu Guangrong remained silent.

As a dominant figure himself, the sudden, unanticipated death of Geng Long inevitably stirred some emotions within him.

"Be more careful when driving in the future."

He Junru stood nearly a hundred meters above the ground, before a curved floor-to-ceiling window. The characters "He Family Corporation" shone brilliantly in the light.

"No one knows which will come first—tomorrow or an accident."

Accident.

Yes.

It seemed everyone tacitly treated this gruesome incident as merely a traffic accident.

"Thank you for the reminder, Miss He. I’ll arrange for the driver to undergo strict safety training."

Yu Guangrong said with a smile.

"Knock, knock, knock..."

A knock on the door sounded.

"Come in."

The secretary entered and said with his head lowered, "Miss, the lady asks for you immediately."

"Understood."

Yu Guangrong was just about to leave when he heard the secretary add, "The lady also instructed that Mr. Yu join."

Yu Guangrong paused.

Concern flashed across He Junru’s face as she turned around.

"Let’s go."

Yu Guangrong nodded and they both walked out together.

They arrived at the chairman’s office.

Upon entering, they found Mrs. He sitting at the desk, looking rather displeased.

Even when she had heard about the accident on the mountain road yesterday, her expression wasn’t as troubled.

"Aunt, what happened?" He Junru asked quietly.

Mrs. He threw a photograph on the desk, "Take a look."

Yu Guangrong stood still.

He Junru approached, took the photograph, and glanced at it, her expression subtly changing.

"This was..."

"Sent in by the press."

Mrs. He’s words were brief and emotionless, clearly in a bad mood.

Indeed.

Although the content in the photograph wasn’t explicit, it was definitely sensational.

A glamorous woman was actively kissing someone in what appeared to be a seaside setting.

Though it was taken at night, the camera was advanced enough to clearly show the faces of the man and woman involved.

Any mother viewing this photograph would struggle to remain calm.

"Do you know about this?" Mrs. He asked.

He Junru, holding the photograph, shook her head.

"What’s going on, Mrs. He?" He Junru turned, raising her hand.

Yu Guangrong came over to take it, lowering his head; his stern, square face also showed a ripple of emotion.

Affairs of men and women are human nature, but...

When it came to matters involving the He Family, he certainly wouldn’t interfere blindly. He looked up, speaking in a low voice, "Who is so audacious as to fake such a photograph?"

The smart know their bounds.

"Guang Rong, I’ll leave this matter to you."

Yu Guangrong nodded immediately.

"Don’t worry, Mrs. He; I’ll take care of it right away."

With that, Yu Guangrong turned briskly away.

The office door opened and then closed.

"I understand if I didn’t know, but you didn’t either?"

After Yu Guangrong had left, Mrs. He’s gaze shifted back to He Junru.

Despite Yu Guangrong’s quick response, everyone understood that the photograph couldn’t be fake, nor would anyone have the audacity to forge it.

"Aunt, I truly didn’t know, I only knew that they were friends."

"Friends? Friends who kiss each other?"

Mrs. He’s tone finally betrayed a hint of agitation, "If it weren’t for the respect from the press chief toward our He Family, the whole of Haojiang would probably already know by now."

He Junru remained silent.

Mrs. He realized her own lapse in composure and adjusted her emotions, "Although I shouldn’t interfere in your personal affairs, after the Guo Family just supported us with twenty billion, how am I supposed to explain this photo if it leaks out?"

"Aunt, I’ll speak with Yi Hui now."

Mrs. He said dully, "Go ahead."

As He Junru left, she was somewhat taken aback.

She knew something about Yi Hui and Jiang Chen’s relationship but hadn’t expected it to progress this... quickly.

"Miss."

The bodyguard opened the car door.

Yi Hui got into the car, took out her phone, and dialed Yi Hui’s number, but no one answered.

"Go to Zijin Garden."

A four-room villa.

Yesterday, basking in her daughter’s glory in front of all Haojiang, the fourth madam was in high spirits, amusing her purebred poodle with imperial lineage in the courtyard well into the morning.

A car arrived.

She looked up.

He Junru got out of the car.

"Fourth Aunt, is Yi Hui here? Did she come back last night?"

After leaving last night, Yi Hui hadn’t returned to the birthday party, and He Junru was genuinely worried that the other might have stayed out all night.

The fourth madam replied somewhat puzzled, "She did come back."

"Where is she? I called her but she didn’t answer."

"She must still be sleeping."

Still sleeping?

That’s some nerve.

He Junru, masking any sign of concern, smiled, "I’ll go wake her up."

The fourth madam nodded, instructing, "Take the second young miss upstairs."

"Second Miss, please follow me."

He Junru nodded and followed the maid into the villa.

The fourth madam watched for a while before continuing to indulge her beloved dog.

"Thank you, you can go now."

Upon reaching the door upstairs, He Junru politely dismissed the maid and then knocked on the door.

No response.

It seemed the person inside was sleeping deeply.

Indeed.

Though they shared the same bloodline, their life paths were drastically different; her sister led a much more carefree life than her.

He Junru tentatively twisted the doorknob, and with a "click," the door easily opened; it had been unlocked.