I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping
Chapter 957 - 691 Wishing Peace_2

Chapter 957: 691 Wishing Peace_2

"I do mind!"

Ai Qian’s pitch rose uncontrollably, then she took a deep breath, spilling out a bitter smile, "I’ve done many evils in my life, why would I harm others at the last moment? In my next life, I still hope to be born into a good one."

"In Western teachings, those who commit suicide go to hell."

"Where have I committed suicide?"

"Giving up on oneself is equivalent to suicide."

Ai Qian smiled wryly, fell silent, then gently said, "Thank you for giving me a dream. I’ve longed for this concert for so long, and now, I have no regrets."

"Go back. Don’t let Li Shuru misunderstand."

"It was her idea for me to come."

Jiang Chen said honestly.

Ai Qian was taken aback, her expression changed, and her smile became slightly unnatural.

Her own life had been such a thorough defeat.

Maybe starting over wasn’t such a bad idea.

"It seems getting sick isn’t without benefits; at least, it wins the sympathy of everyone."

Without waiting for Jiang Chen to speak, she continued, "Thank her for me, and also—"

Ai Qian paused, looking at Jiang Chen, her eyes shimmering with a multitude of emotions, interweaving and flowing.

Wishing you happiness was ultimately too hard to say, so when the words reached her lips, she ended up saying, "I wish you both peace."

With that,

Ai Qian turned to leave.

"I thought you had truly matured."

Jiang Chen’s voice sounded.

Ai Qian came to a halt.

"Will running away solve the problem? Do you think that finding a solitary place to quietly wait for death is noble?"

Ai Qian stood sideways, silent.

"Do you think your approach won’t burden anyone, but have you considered it from others’ perspectives?"

Jiang Chen’s expression was indifferent, "Take Wei Chuyin for example. If you were her, what would you think, what would you do? If you were the one who received the death notice at the end, wouldn’t you collapse? Wouldn’t you spend the rest of your life in self-blame and regret?"

"My parents taught me from a young age that one’s life isn’t lived solely for oneself. Right, you must have met them."

Ai Qian, standing sideways to him, pursed her lips, her face taut.

"Leukemia is not incurable; there are many instances of healing..."

Ai Qian suddenly turned around.

"But have you looked up the chances of curing it? I have! It may not even reach one percent! More often, it’s agonizing on a hospital bed, losing all hair, enduring endless torment, waiting for death to arrive. Tell me, why shouldn’t I choose the way I want, to end my life instead of waiting to die on a bed, making everyone suffer with me?!"

Ai Qian’s voice finally couldn’t suppress the sobs that it should have.

"Do you know I don’t want to become so ugly! Nor do I want to see those pitying looks and feigned smiles!"

A tear rolled down from the corner of her eye.

"So you hide yourself like a turtle retracting its head?"

Jiang Chen remained calm.

"We’ve already broken up, you have no obligation to meddle in my affairs! Jiang Chen, do you think you haven’t ruined me enough?!"

Ai Qian’s voice trembled, her eyes brimming with tears, still trying not to let them fall.

"You know my character, I have never regretted the choices I’ve made. If I had the chance to start over, I’d still choose to meet you."

Ai Qian laughed through her tears.

"Are you stupid?"

"We’re already broken up, you don’t have the right to scold me now."

Jiang Chen’s calm and serious.

Ai Qian’s smile widened; she carelessly wiped her face, "...I won’t go back with you."

"If I came, I wouldn’t make the trip for nothing."

Jiang Chen showed unprecedented assertiveness, and for the first time, it was in front of Ai Qian.

"What? You think you can force me to go back?"

Ai Qian was defiant, as if spurred on, they stood toe-to-toe.

"Your family doesn’t know yet, do they?"

Jiang Chen said evenly.

Ai Qian looked startled, then angrily said, "Jiang Chen, are you shameless?!"

"You should know that if I found you, getting in touch with your family wouldn’t be difficult."

Jiang Chen remained unmoved.

Ai Qian breathed heavily, her chest heaving violently as she focused on Jiang Chen, "Bullying a sick person, is that what you’re capable of now?"

Indeed.

She could cut off all friends but could never sever ties with her family.

"A patient should be in the hospital, lying in a hospital bed."

Ai Qian had no response.

"I already said it before, why do you have to force me."

"It’s terrifying for ordinary people, sure, but you’re aware, I have money now."

For the first time since they met, Jiang Chen revealed a smile.

Having money.

Such simple yet profound words.

The aspiration of many young men.

Yet reality is often cruel.

By the time one can say these three words with confidence, times have changed, things are not what they used to be.

Ai Qian wanted to smile, but as the corners of her mouth twitched, she found she simply couldn’t smile at all.

"You have money, what’s that to me?"

"I can lend you the money for treatment," he said. "You need to write me an IOU, and when you’re better, you can earn money and pay me back."

"Aren’t you afraid of losing both your money and your friend? If I don’t get better, who are you going to ask for the money?"

How much courage did it take to joke about life and death?

"That’s not for you to worry about."

Jiang Chen asked, "Can you still walk?"

"I’m quite alright," Ai Qian immediately replied.

Jiang Chen nodded, "Okay, which hotel are you staying at? Stay for one night, and come back with me tomorrow."

Ai Qian was dumbfounded, seemingly not quite adapted to his dominance at the moment.

"When did I agree to go back with you?"

"Do I need to call your parents?"

Ai Qian was at a loss for words, her lips quivered, and she said with defiance, "Go ahead and call, you’ve forgotten how my mom scolded you before."

Indeed.

Back when the two were dating, upon learning her daughter had taken up with a penniless guy, Ai Qian’s mother never spared Jiang Chen in her tirades over the phone.

Jiang Chen was indifferent and looked as if he was really going to reach for his phone.

Seeing this, Ai Qian hurriedly conceded.

"Fine, let’s go."

She turned and walked slowly forward.

Jiang Chen followed her.

One thing brings down another.

Now, it seemed their roles had been reversed.

The hotel Ai Qian booked was not far from the Culture and Sports Center, barely a kilometer away, but that one kilometer took them almost a full hour to walk.

Ai Qian kept stopping and starting.

Jiang Chen, like a shadow, trailed her, always three or four steps behind, not uttering a word.

A very ordinary budget hotel chain.

"There’s a five-star hotel nearby," Ai Qian pointed out. "You could stay there."

Jiang Chen neither agreed nor disagreed and simply approached the front desk to book a room.

Their floors were different.

In the elevator.

Jiang Chen passed the water and medicine he had been carrying all the way.

This time, Ai Qian didn’t refuse.

"Ding."

The elevator doors opened.

Ai Qian seemed to have something to say but stopped herself. In the end, as she exited the elevator, she just said, "Goodnight."

The elevator doors closed.

Stepping into the corridor, Ai Qian let out a soft breath, then clenched the bottle of water and the medicine, and returned to her room.

"Bam."

After shutting the door, she leaned against it, rested for a while, and then walked over to sit on the sofa.

She twisted open the water bottle and uncapped the medicine bottle.

Whether it was psychological or not, after taking a pill, the ant-bite-like pain in her body truly eased a bit.

Ai Qian drank another sip of water, staring blankly at the TV wall.

Upstairs.

In the room.

Jiang Chen was video calling Li Shuru.

He had initiated the call.

"Found her?"

"Yep."

"That’s good."

Li Shuru asked, "Is she willing to come back?"

"She has no choice."

Li Shuru smiled, "Try to be a bit nicer to her, she must be in a terrible state of mind right now, comfort her a bit."

"Understood, after I shower, I’ll go down to talk to her."

The bright-eyed, pearly-teeth girl in the video immediately put on a serious face.

"Comfort is fine, but remember to keep it appropriate!"

Jiang Chen chuckled helplessly, "Couldn’t you continue acting a bit longer?"

Li Shuru rolled her eyes.

"I need to go accompany my mom now."

"Yep."

"Take good care of her."

With that, Li Shuru ended the video call.

Even though he didn’t know what her state of mind was right at that moment, even if it was just feigned magnanimity, being able to go to such lengths was indeed commendable.

Jiang Chen put down his phone and gazed out at the night through the window.