I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping

"Men should marry when they grow up, and women should marry when they grow up. You’ll eventually have your own family."

This topic, without a doubt, made Cao Jinse inexplicably a bit irritated. Perhaps every younger sister feels the same.

"What era is this? Who says marriage is a must in life? I just won’t get married."

"Don’t say things in anger. If you don’t get married, how will I face our parents when we are six feet under?"

"Cao Xiugo, can’t you talk about something positive? Besides, I’m not your burden. Whether I get married or not doesn’t impose any pressure on you. The most important thing is that you live your life well, okay?"

"That’s not for you to decide."

Cao Xiugo looked up at the sky and said, "An elder brother is like a father; it’s a tradition from ancient times. If you’re not well off, how can I be well off?"

Cao Jinse laughed in irritation, "How am I not well off? Are you cursing me? I’m doing very well, very happy, very joyful, okay?"

Cao Xiugo nodded, "Okay."

Cao Jinse sat on the ground, stretched lazily without caring about her image, as if she wanted to find a straw mat to lie on the ground, with the sky as the blanket and the ground as the bed.

"Xiao Song made an appointment with you, it’s about Lan Peizhi, right?"

"Yes."

Cao Jinse answered confidently, "He said he would help me."

"You can’t deny the deep bond from growing up together; when it matters, you can rely on him."

Lan Peizhi is not just a dominant figure in the underworld; it’s no longer a time for fights and battles. It certainly takes courage to stand against her without cause.

"True friendship is seen in adversity."

No matter their intentions, whether out of so-called duty, stepping forward is truly moving.

"I didn’t agree to his help."

Cao Jinse replied, without any surprise from Cao Xiugo, "Even though Xiao Song means well, if he gets involved, things would get complicated."

Cao Jinse glanced at him.

Is the situation not already complicated?

"Brother, are you giving me a reading comprehension test? Why would things get complicated if he gets involved? Can Jinhai call for manpower, but I can’t bring in help?"

"Is it the same?"

"Why isn’t it the same?"

Cao Jinse questioned back, meeting his gaze.

"Then why didn’t you agree to his help?"

Cao Xiugo didn’t insist on an answer, tossing the ball back to her.

Cao Jinse fell silent, not speaking, she turned her head to look at the stars again.

Hmm.

Though few.

But still, she could see faint twinkling lights scattered around.

"At this point, are you still considering his feelings?"

Cao Xiugo leisurely blew the wind by her ear, "Did he ever consider your feelings?"

Cao Jinse tensed her jaw slightly, then composed her expression, "I don’t understand what you’re saying."

"It’s okay if you don’t understand, as long as you’re not pretending not to understand."

"It has nothing to do with him."

"How can you be so sure? Although it fits Lan Peizhi’s style, it doesn’t follow logic."

"Then what’s the logic in dragging Lan Peizhi into the scene? Does it benefit him?"

Cao Xiugo pondered for a moment, "Seems like there’s no real benefit."

Business also has a regional nature. As a member of the "East Sea Gang," Lan Peizhi supporting Jinhai Industry is justified, but it’s lacking in convincing power, at least from the siblings’ perspective.

The greater possibility.

Is someone influencing things behind the scenes, which resulted in Lan Peizhi decisively declaring her position.

But that’s just a possibility.

It’s still imperfect, containing many areas that don’t hold up to scrutiny.

So Cao Jinse wouldn’t believe it.

"But regardless, Aunt Lan has aimed the gun at me, and that’s a fact."

Cao Jinse said softly.

After venting her emotions.

It’s time to rationally face reality.

"As a once-in-a-century exceptional woman, Lan Peizhi’s intellect far surpasses her violence; the network of interests and relationships she’s woven over decades is not something to underestimate."

Cao Xiugo placed his hands on his knees, slightly tilting his head up, admiring the night sky.

At this moment, he’s certainly not speaking as an ordinary teacher in Kyoto.

A heavy weapon without a blade, great skill appearing clumsy.

This man has truly mastered the art of "sitting tight and biding one’s time."

"If she’s not to be underestimated, what can be done? She’s already drawn her sword."

"How about."

Cao Xiugo softly suggested, "Avoid her blade for now?"

Cao Jinse didn’t seem to hear her brother’s provocation, and snorted disdainfully.

"I avoid her blade?"

"This is a dispute between Jinhai and me, she’s interfering, yet I have to yield?"

Cao Xiugo raised a slight arc.

"Then you better think carefully, once you draw the bow, there’s no turning back."

"Why should I think carefully when no one else is?"

Cao Jinse uncharacteristically indulged herself, "If she wants to mediate for Jinhai, I’ll satisfy her."

This is the time to explain the pros and cons and guide her wisely, perhaps by arranging a good time, where everyone can sit together, have tea and snacks, and have a proper talk. But Cao Xiugo had no intention of advising her at all.

"If you feel like doing something, then go ahead and do it."

"Brother, you’re not like Youmao, hoping for chaos in the world are you?"

Cao Xiugo’s casual attitude instead made Cao Jinse, the person involved, suspicious.

"Whether the world is chaotic or not is not my concern; I only care if my little sister is happy."

"..."

Sudden sentimentality is the scariest.

Cao Jinse moved her lips, "Brother, don’t be like this; I’m not used to it."

Cao Xiugo sighed, "Do you think there’s no one in the world who treats you better than your brother does?"

Cao Jinse laughed, "You’re just making yourself look good."

"What? Is there a man who treats you better than your brother does?"

"Hehe, you never know."

Cao Xiugo shook his head, "Silly girl."

"Brother, you’ve never said that before."

"That’s because I never realized it before."

How could she not be called silly?

Even after being betrayed by someone she trusted and respected deeply, and standing on the stage in Kyoto watching the spectacle, she still showed no resentment towards the culprit.

Even when her elder brother defended her, aimed the blame at that person, she still helped to make excuses.

"Do you have any complaints about your brother?"

"Why would I complain about you."

"If I hadn’t pushed Jiang to express his stance, things wouldn’t have turned out this way."

He wasn’t willing to easily let someone off.

Indeed.

Women trapped in emotions are always blind.

But given his position, he couldn’t help but take things personally.

"So all this talk comes back to being your fault."

Cao Jinse feigned sudden realization.

Cao Xiugo shook his head, sighed, "A grown woman can’t be kept."

Cao Jinse bumped his arm, "Don’t be mad; I’m just joking. You’re Cao Xiugo, the man who conquered all of Four-nine City; don’t be so petty."

Back in the day.

Her brother was so charming.

He was the dream man for all the noble ladies of the Kyoto at night.

Along with Lan Peizhi’s circle of matrons, all have now married and had children, but back then, how many dreamt of her brother?

"Brother, do you think that this time they’re fanning the flames because you were too indifferent back then, hurting too many people..."

"So it all comes back to being my fault?"

"Haha."

Cao Jinse giggled in embarrassment, "Just chatting."

"Then make a list first, and I’ll see if it’s really my fault."

"Haha..."

Cao Jinse laughed heartily, leaned on her brother’s shoulder, her laughter echoing into the distance.

The side courtyard.

Youmao, having showered, saw that Miss hadn’t returned yet, so she went looking again, eventually seeing Miss and Young Master sitting on the ground, leaning against each other, talking and laughing.

Moonlight flowed quietly like water, reflecting speckled tree shadows like a gentle bedspread over the sleeping eaves.

The warmth of a home doesn’t truly relate to the number of people inside.

Youmao opened his mouth to speak but then stopped, not disrupting the atmosphere of the moment. A smile unconsciously appeared on his baby face, quietly watching from afar before retreating quietly.