I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping

When parting ways, Song Chaoge joked.

"Thanks."

Cao Jinse responded with a smile, thankful for the evening’s hospitality, and then got in the car with Youmao.

"See you."

Youmao surprisingly greeted Song Chaoge politely.

Both sides parted and got into their cars.

"Miss, don’t you want to say something?"

"..."

Glancing at Youmao sitting in the back seat through the rearview mirror, Cao Jinse seemed somewhat helpless.

It’s one thing to act as the driver, but to face sarcasm as well.

"You always complain that the food is terrible. Was today’s meal to your taste? Are you still not happy?"

Youmao gently rubbed her stomach, clearly full, and asked back, "Is Miss happy?"

"Happy, of course."

Princess Cao responded without much thought, driving the car.

Indeed.

She wore a smile on her face throughout the evening.

"I don’t believe it."

Youmao said confidently, "Miss must be unhappy. I can sense it."

"Sense?"

Cao Jinse laughed, "My emotions aren’t up to me, but depend on your senses?"

"Miss, stop pretending. Little Song isn’t here."

Youmao had a posture of "I only care about what I feel."

"Pretend what?"

"Lan Peizhi being disloyal, teaming up with Jinhai to confront you, how could you not be angry?"

"Why should I be angry?"

Princess Cao drove, her voice calm, "If others unite against you, it only indicates one thing."

"Indicate what?"

Youmao asked instinctively.

"Indicates that you are stronger than all of them."

"..."

Youmao was stunned and speechless for a moment.

Miss is indeed Miss.

Always so dominant.

And really, thinking from that perspective, it doesn’t seem so upsetting anymore.

"Of course Miss is the strongest, but that’s a different matter. How could Lan Peizhi, with such a good relationship with Miss, go help Jinhai..."

Youmao couldn’t figure it out despite trying hard.

"Even amongst children, parents, siblings, and couples, conflicts can arise over interests. As the president of Donghai Commerce Association, it’s not surprising she sides with Jinhai Industry."

Cao Jinse spoke calmly, so calmly that Youmao felt she might be overthinking it without reaching Miss’s level of thought, getting overly concerned.

"So Miss, Lan Peizhi has really decided to help Jinhai?"

It’s not a decision.

It is in progress.

Even Song Chaoge got the news and explicitly pointed out the workings of Blood Guanyin behind it, indicating the extent of the commotion.

"What does it matter?"

Instead of being emotional, Cao Jinse smiled incredulously.

"Blood Guanyin is also human."

Youmao perked up, glancing at the back of Miss’s head in front.

How come she, who can easily overpower Miss with one hand, instantly surrenders whenever Miss puts on a stern face—it’s because of this reason.

Miss always carries an inexplicable aura.

She stopped rubbing her belly, sat up, leaned against the driver’s seat, and asked, "Miss means to fight to the end?"

"There has to be an outcome, right?"

Youmao’s eyes were shining, as Miss’s straightforward yet complex reply clearly indicated there would be no backing down!

If Jinhai won’t yield, and Blood Guanyin wants to join the excitement, what to do?

Then fight together!

Youmao, fearless by nature, felt infected and heated, unconsciously clenching her fists, as if chaos wouldn’t be enough: "Miss, I support you! One dare, one falls, two dare, two fall!"

Cao Jinse just smiled silently, her gaze tranquil, steadily driving through the bustling traffic of the city.

Cao Residence.

Under the moonlight.

A shadowy figure was tending a few newly planted tomato seedlings.

"Young master, these tomatoes have been planted for a few days, yet there’s no sign of growth, are they dead?"

Youmao and Miss walked over together, unrestrained in their words.

"Patience is necessary not only to enjoy hot tofu but also good tomatoes."

"Hehe, I don’t eat tomatoes; Miss and I just ate in Suzhou Prefecture. Sorry, Young Master, didn’t bring you any leftovers."

Youmao deliberately said.

Of course, she knows Young Master couldn’t care less about food and play with such a high level of detachment.

"So you went for a feast; I thought it was overtime again."

Living a pastoral life amidst a modern metropolis, Cao Xiugo straightened up and smiled at the pretending Youmao: "Effort pays off, doesn’t it?"

Youmao huffed, "It wasn’t Miss who was treating."

Cao Xiugo was surprised, "You paid?"

Youmao’s little face fell, "Young Master, you give me too much credit; I’m even poorer than you, where would I get the money? It was Little Song who treated."

Really can’t keep secrets, huh.

Cao Xiugo looked at his sister.

"Just the three of you."

"Yeah."

"No wonder you ate so fast."

Cao Jinse glanced at the tomato seedlings, "I’m going to take a shower first."

"Help me get the nutrient solution."

Upon hearing this, Youmao, showing no awareness, immediately said, "Miss, I’ll go wash first then."

She swiftly made her escape, taking the chance to be lazy.

Cao Jinse didn’t argue, allowing Youmao to slip away, and brought the nutrient solution for the tomato seedlings.

"Brother, why are you into farming again? With just a few plants, how many dishes can you stir-fry?"

No interest in such things either, just like Youmao.

"I’m not planting them for you to eat."

Cao Xiugo was straightforward too.

Cao Jinse pursed her lips, handing over the nutrient solution, "Then you can take your time."

"Don’t rest immediately after eating, it’s bad for your body. You haven’t been back before 90 lately, feeling exhausted at just 8?"

Cao Xiugo said while attentively administering the nutrient solution to each tomato seedling.

Cao Jinse sighed.

"Brother, if you have something to say, just say it directly. Do you beat around the bush with your students?"

Cao Xiugo tilted his head to glance, "I didn’t offend you, don’t take out your anger on the innocent."

"Brother!"

Cao Xiugo withdrew his gaze, continuing to care for his tomatoes, changing the subject: "Wasn’t Youmao always prejudiced against Little Song? How come the sudden change in attitude?"

As expected of the Soul Engineer.

His insight is genuinely sharp.

He detected subtle clues just from Youmao’s few words.

"Just courteous after having a meal."

Cao Jinse answered nonchalantly.

"What about you then?"

Cao Xiugo asked with a smile, "Courteous after a meal too?"

"Where’s this leading? I’ve been friends with him for so long, it’s just a meal."

"What was then is then; now it’s different. Even blood brothers must keep accounts clear."

"How about I host the next time?"

Upon finishing the nutrient task for all tomato seedlings, Cao Xiugo finally was satisfied to stop.

"No need for that. When upset, it’s nice to talk to old friends. How’s your mood now, a bit relieved?"

"Brother, do I look like I’m in a bad mood?"

Hmm.

She indeed appeared normal, without any oddness, but Cao Xiugo wasn’t Youmao; not so easily fooled.

"If you’re in a good mood, you wouldn’t need old friends to talk to."

Cao Jinse bitterly smiled, "Brother, by saying so, what are you comparing Song Chaoge to? A tool? That’s unfair to him."

Cao Xiugo’s expression was serious: "You said it yourself, I didn’t say that."

Cao Jinse glanced at him, "I won’t chat with you anymore."

After speaking, she intended to leave.

Cao Xiugo remained unhurried.

"Think carefully. Today, you can still vent a bit, but who knows if there’s time after today."

Princess Cao also had her pride.

"Just devote your time to your lesson plans; aren’t you going to school tomorrow? No need to prepare lessons?"

Cao Xiugo shook his head, without insisting, picking up the water can containing the nutrient solution, heading inside.

Having taken a few steps away, Cao Jinse suddenly stopped.

"Why?"

She turned around, leaving people puzzled.

Cao Xiugo paused beside the tomato seedlings, holding the water can.

At home, in front of her brother, Princess Cao finally shed her disguise; her face, usually calm even if Mount Tai collapsed, surged with clear anger that even the night couldn’t conceal.

After thoroughly explaining to Youmao in the car, she suddenly began questioning herself.

"Why, when it was her who introduced us, why?!"