I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping
Chapter 915 - 666 Silence is better than sound at this moment (6k, asking for monthly tickets!)_2

Chapter 915: 666 Silence is better than sound at this moment (6k, asking for monthly tickets!)_2

Of course.

Before leaving, he had to fulfill a "date."

He had thought that the other party would choose a fancy place since they were the ones inviting, but to his surprise, it was the same old spot.

Black Sand Beach.

The view there was indeed nice and pretty secluded, but for some reason, when he thought of that place, Jiang Chen felt an inexplicable shadow in his heart.

But since he had agreed, naturally, he couldn’t break the promise. Jiang Chen was never one to go back on his word.

As dusk fell,

Jiang Chen drove to the beach and saw He Yihui already sitting on the sand.

No candlelit dinner, no seaside barbecue – next to her was a plastic bag likely containing only some convenience store snacks and beer.

Wasn’t she being a bit too casual with him?

As he parked the car and walked over, having been burned before, Jiang Chen subconsciously surveyed the surroundings.

For the time being, there were no reporters wielding cameras.

"You should have eaten dinner before coming."

Jiang Chen joined He Yihui.

"I spent two hundred on these, should be enough for you."

Sitting on the sand, He Yihui turned and looked up.

Jiang Chen chuckled, glancing at the messy snacks beside him.

"You shouldn’t have."

He sat down.

Someone who’s had street food, who’s dined at food stalls, but who has seen eating shrimp chips at the beach?

Jiang Chen felt as if his horizons were broadening.

Thinking about her identity, his heart filled with mixed emotions.

Just like the landscape, the people of this world also came in all shapes and colors.

Watching her delicate fingers pick up shrimp chips one by one and carefully place them into her mouth, Jiang Chen couldn’t help but say, "That’s not how you do it. You should pour the whole bag into your mouth; that’s far more satisfying."

He Yihui ignored the comment, the Casino City heiress taking her time, savoring snacks likely preferred by children.

Seeing this, Jiang Chen didn’t say much more, taking out a pack of drumsticks from the bag and starting to munch absentmindedly.

The sea breeze brushed against his face,

carrying faint, ethereal scents.

What he ate didn’t really matter, nor did the setting – the person by his side was a visual feast.

"Could you tie up your hair?"

Her drifting strands occasionally swept across his face, causing an ever so slight itch.

He Yihui didn’t speak and swept her seaweed-like hair to the other shoulder. Today she was dressed casually as always – a unified brown coffee-colored round-neck long-sleeved T-shirt paired with a draping skirt that reached her ankles, black mules peeking out, her neck adorned with silver necklaces – probably something she picked on a whim from her extensive wardrobe, and yet still radiating an air of distinct refinement.

It was inevitable.

Natural beauty is hard to abandon.

Holding a drumstick, Jiang Chen looked out toward the red bridge stretching across the sea – more symbolic than practical.

"Do you keep coming here because you like the sea, or are you curious about what’s beyond it? Have you ever been inland?"

"I’ve been there once."

"When?"

"Over a decade ago."

"..."

Jiang Chen fell silent for a moment, sighing lightly, "Inland has changed a lot since you were last there. You might want to take another look if you get the chance."

Haojiang was certainly prosperous, but it didn’t have much impact on Jiang.

Compared to the day-to-day innovations of the inland, the development pace of the Casino City was undeniably slower.

After all,

most of the high rollers throwing fortunes here came from inland.

"I know. I’ll visit."

He Yihui finally finished a bag of shrimp chips and then took out another item from the plastic bag –

a bottle of AD calcium milk.

Jiang Chen turned his head, silently watching her.

"Do you want some?"

He Yihui was very polite.

Jiang Chen’s mouth twitched, but he shook his head, "No, you go ahead."

He Yihui inserted the straw, looked down, and sipped from one end.

Jiang Chen looked away, slowly gnawing on his drumstick.

"Your girlfriend, is she the Chairman of Jinhai Industry?"

Jiang Chen was startled, then couldn’t help but laugh and cry.

Had the rumors about him and that lady really spread so wildly?

"No, she and I are friends."

"Are you friends with everyone?"

At this, Jiang Chen was at a loss for words, unsure of how to respond.

"Who’s your girlfriend then?"

He Yihui must have done some research; otherwise, she wouldn’t know about his gossip with Shi Qianxi.

"You wouldn’t know her even if I told you, she’s just a student, not a celebrity."

"A student?"

"Yeah."

Jiang Chen nodded and chuckled, "Didn’t you find out? She’s from the same school as me, my junior."

He Yihui looked at him, probably not expecting that a man like him would be interested in an ordinary girl.

Ordinary.

At Dong University, Li Shuru was indeed the beauty of the Art Institute and the dream girl of countless young men, but in the eyes of society and the daughter of the casino king, she really was just "plain ordinary."

"How long have you been together?"

"About a year, I guess."

Jiang Chen replied subconsciously, then immediately realized something was off and turned his head, "Why are you asking all these questions?"

"Aren’t we friends? Can’t we just chat?"

He Yihui responded nonchalantly.

"What about you then? How are things going with Mr. Guo?"

Jiang Chen countered.

"He’s gotten over it."

He Yihui answered simply.

Do all these noble-born young men truly let go so easily, as if putting things down is just like dropping something?

Lips twitched, but Jiang Chen didn’t know what to say, "Got any paper?"

He Yihui found a pack of tissues from her bag and handed it to him.

After finishing a chicken leg, Jiang Chen wiped his mouth and then picked up another beer.

Popped it open.

Took a gulp.

"Why didn’t you buy any cold ones?"

He Yihui silently sipped her AD calcium milk.

Jiang Chen didn’t fuss about it; he just took a comfortable breath. It seemed that sitting on the beach snacking and drinking beer was already the utmost pleasure in the world.

"What does it feel like to like someone?"

Hearing the voice beside him, Jiang Chen smiled, about to tease her, then felt it was out of place.

For someone of her background, the concept of liking seemed almost inconceivable.

"You might want to ask Mr. Guo that question; he should be able to answer you."

"Why can’t you answer? Do you not have a girlfriend, or do you not like her?"

Jiang Chen was caught off guard, not expecting her to be so quick on the draw.

Lan Peizhi had quite a sharp eye for people.

It seemed there was no need to worry too much about whether she could adapt to her new circumstances.

"Everyone’s understanding might be a little different."

Jiang Chen, sitting on the beach facing the sea, lightly responded, "So I can’t offer you a standard answer."

"You can just say you do not want to answer."

He Yihui seemed to feel he was being dismissive.

"I’m not unwilling to answer."

Jiang Chen laughed, "I’m younger than you; how am I supposed to teach you? Perhaps you should ask Miss He Junru?"

"She’s still single now."

He Yihui was straightforward... to a fault.

Jiang Chen laughed without being able to help it.

It’s a good thing she wasn’t here. Otherwise, if she heard these words, especially from her own sister, no amount of composure or self-control would likely keep her defenses up.

"So, you mean..."

Jiang Chen considered for a moment, "Liking someone is like picking up seashells on the beach. Everyone knows that on this vast shoreline, there must be one that’s prettier and more beautiful. But life is so short; once you’ve picked up the unique one that belongs to you, the rest should be left for others."

"Are you saying my sister is fickle?"

Jiang Chen turned serious and shifted his gaze, "I didn’t mean that; don’t put words in my mouth."

He Yihui looked out to sea, holding that bottle of AD calcium milk, silent.

"Actually, about feelings, it’s better not to get involved if you can avoid it. For you girls, finding someone who likes you is enough."

As he spoke, Jiang Chen offered a tissue, "Wipe your mouth."

A drop of white liquid clung to He Yihui’s rosy lips.

He Yihui didn’t take it; her pink tongue tipped out deftly, licking her lips.

Jiang Chen noticed her tongue was quite long and pointed, matching her temperament and somewhat resembling the so-called serpent-like beauty.

Jiang Chen coughed lightly, withdrew the tissue, and at the same time, averted his gaze.

They sat side by side, listening to the ebb and flow of the tide, watching the moon hanging over the sea.

In that moment, silence was more powerful than words.