I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping

If it’s just about Jinhai Industry, there’s no need for someone like Young Master Song, a "key figure", to make an appearance.

His "grand" assembly surely has other reasons.

If the weight of Jinhai Industry is not enough, adding a Blood Guanyin is reason enough for him and Cao Jinse to have a meal together.

"What did you say?"

Even though Cao Jinse is inseparable from Miss, she certainly won’t tell Youmao everything.

So, Youmao probably has no idea that the situation has escalated and more people are joining the fun.

"Nothing."

Song Chaoge met Youmao’s gaze and flatly denied it.

"You clearly said something."

Youmao pursued relentlessly, showing no emotional intelligence, "What’s with the Blood Guanyin?"

Song Chaoge shook his head and remained silent, stopping halfway, not to be cryptic but out of respect for Cao Jinse’s dignity.

This is emotional intelligence.

Since Cao Jinse hasn’t mentioned it, he shouldn’t speak out of turn.

"Speak up..."

Youmao was overwhelmed with curiosity, finally sensing today’s dinner might not be as simple as she imagined.

"Eat your meal."

Cao Jinse opened her mouth, rescuing the host from Youmao’s pestering.

Youmao was reluctant, but facing Miss’s command, she could only temporarily suppress her curiosity.

"Thank you for your efforts."

After reprimanding Youmao, Cao Jinse spoke to Song Chaoge, demonstrating the appropriate response to someone’s concern.

"You’re too polite."

Song Chaoge replied nonchalantly with a smile, "Given our relationship, isn’t this natural? But what I really didn’t expect was that Aunt Lan would..."

He left the sentence unfinished, ending it with a sigh.

"Everyone has their own standpoint."

Cao Jinse responded frankly, not revealing any hint of emotion.

Stirring up trouble is something Young Master Song definitely disdains, he nodded, "If you need anything, just say the word."

What does it mean to be a friend?

It’s not about beating your chest loudly.

The volume of your voice proves nothing.

In truly critical moments, a simple, understated sentence surpasses any grandiose speeches.

There’s no denying that Young Master Song’s concise and considerate words indeed warmed the heart, causing Cao Jinse to smile slightly, "I won’t drag you into this mess."

Song Chaoge shook his head.

"You always think too much, not wanting to trouble others. But some relationships are meant to be troublesome. Who else would we help if not you?"

Seemingly moved by his sincere emotions, Cao Jinse laughed and said, "Your relationship with Aunt Lan has always been good."

"Isn’t your relationship even better?"

Song Chaoge responded with a smile, making it even more concise.

Cao Jinse fell silent.

It’s never the enemy’s arrow that hurts, but a knife from one’s own people.

Song Chaoge also fell quiet for a moment, then said, "Of course, Aunt Lan must have her own reasons, it’s possible Jinhai offered her an offer she couldn’t refuse."

Murdering the heart.

If it’s Jinhai gathering friends and allies, that would be one thing.

What’s concerning is if it’s not Jinhai pulling the strings.

Song Chaoge’s linguistic prowess is extraordinary, creating endless room for imagination with just facts.

Is this considered... sowing discord?

"Impossible!"

Youmao, who picked up on the clues, couldn’t help but interject, "How could Lan Peizhi possibly help Jinhai against Miss?"

She was straightforward, breaking the thin layer of paper with a single sentence.

Song Chaoge remained silent.

"Miss, is this true?"

Youmao found it hard to believe.

Honestly, she quite admired the Blood Guanyin, a woman who could gain worldwide fame, a role model and shining example for women, plus Miss had always regarded her as an elder and a business partner, how could she suddenly turn against her?

Faced with Youmao’s request for confirmation, Cao Jinse did not give a direct response, instead, the same two words:

"Eat your meal."

Eat?

How could she still eat?

Youmao’s appetite greatly diminished; she couldn’t understand how Miss could remain so calm, she was already very angry.

Isn’t this just ganging up to bully Miss together?

"I’m not eating anymore."

Unable to further defy Miss’s authority, Youmao could only put down her chopsticks, expressing her protest in this manner.

"So much food, it would be a waste not to eat."

Song Chaoge stepped in to mediate, "No matter what happens, you still need to eat. You need to be full to have the energy to solve problems."

Whether he was being genuine or hypocritical, Youmao couldn’t help but find him slightly more agreeable at that moment.

This is the importance of "timing."

Why do some goddesses end up in the arms of lovesick fools who originally stood no chance?

Because these lovesick fools have immense patience and stand ready at any moment, usually having no presence, but what if the goddess and the male god have a quarrel?

Even teeth clash.

Let alone two people with independent souls.

And when the goddess and the male god have a falling out, it’s the lovesick fool’s opportunity; striking at this moment doubles the effect, for after all, hearts are born of flesh, and if the goddess’s heart softens and her mind muddles, then he might just win her over.

"Take out what you can’t finish."

Youmao’s voice was no longer so hard, she began to give Song Chaoge face, picking up her chopsticks once more.

"You said it, pack up what you can’t finish."

Youmao didn’t ask more questions, turning her emotions into appetite, she began to gorge herself, eating so much that by the time they finished, her stomach had grown an inch.

Of course, there was no packing up.

Firstly, reheating the food would change the flavor.

Secondly, it surely wouldn’t be wasted.

The Turquoise Pool’s rotting peaches are heavenly treasures to mortals.

"Waiting for your news then."