I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping-Chapter 2245 - 1429: So Cool_2

"Hiss..."

The pain in his fingers snapped Zou Wenchang back to reality; the cigarette butt had burned almost to the end. Without time to think, Zou Wenchang instinctively pushed the door open and quickly got out of the car, slamming the door shut, and hurried toward the school gate.

"Miss."

No response.

Zou Wenchang strode over to the woman’s side and called out again, "Miss."

As a businessman, he certainly wasn’t the introverted type. Of course, he wouldn’t be naive enough to harbor any fanciful ideas. This pursuit to chat was merely an instinctive impulse.

As a man, encountering such an alluring woman, just watching her pass by and disappear from afar could surely lead to regret or, at the very least, would certainly be a pity.

Mediocre people might just let regrets remain regrets, as they are a normal part of an ordinary life, but he wasn’t an ordinary person.

From a closer view, the woman’s appearance stirred his emotions even more; her frosty skin contrasted dramatically with her vivid red lips, narrow eyes, delicate brows, cloth shoes and linen dress—a mix of grace and charm, exuding a mysterious allure.

Zou Wenchang took a deep breath, losing his eloquence from the drinking table and simply said, "Could we get to know each other?"

Bold.

But not abrupt.

Even as Zou Wenzhang, who could accurately discern a woman’s ambition by her face, looked at her face that made his heart race like never before, he couldn’t determine her age.

But it wasn’t important.

A woman’s age is like a man’s wallet, but this woman’s charm transcended the limitations of age.

"I’m here to pick up my child too; my child is in Class Three of Grade Nine."

As a bona fide successful person, Zou Wenchang’s performance did not disappoint; he kept the conversation going regardless of whether the woman responded or not, avoiding any awkward silences.

On hearing this, the woman continued walking but spoke up.

"Do you know where Class Three of Grade Nine is?"

Zou Wenchang was immediately delighted and quickly replied, "Yes, I know. I brought my child for the first day of school."

Then he realized something, "Your child is also in Class Three of Grade Nine? What a coincidence."

Having a child wasn’t something to be concerned about since he was no naive young man. It wasn’t a flaw in any way.

However, the puzzling part was that she didn’t know where her child’s class was.

Is it her first time here?

Despite his busy schedule, he would occasionally make time to come, like today.

But Zou Wenchang didn’t think much of it, he smiled and suggested, "Let’s go together then."

No matter how extensive one’s divine skills are, it’s impossible to have a GPS navigation system in one’s brain. Having someone lead the way spared the trouble of asking for directions.

Walking together, Zou Wenchang naturally seized the opportunity to continue the conversation, "What’s your child’s name? Maybe I’ve met them."

The woman remained silent, somewhat... aloof.

It was totally comprehensible and acceptable.

Exquisite types, especially married women, wouldn’t casually chat and laugh with a stranger.

Zou Wenchang wasn’t lying, he really knew the way. Arriving at the middle school building, he entered the elevator first and pressed the floor button like a gentleman.

Even without extensive conversation, the experience was delightful enough.

Some people, even if only accompanied for a short walk, leave a lasting impression.

"Zou Ran, come out!"

Arriving at the door of Grade Nine (three) classroom, Zou Wenchang smiled with an expression of a loving father, waving at his son who was joking with a female classmate inside.

"Dad!"

His son, Zou Ran, quickly came out with his backpack, immediately leaving behind the Japanese female classmate.

Female classmates are a renewable resource, but a wealthy father is one of a kind.

The priorities for a boy about to enter high school were clear; how could he not understand?

Except for Shen Zhou students who are day students, Japanese students stay in the classroom for self-study, so there were still quite a few students in the classroom.

"I’ll have my son call your child out."

Zou Ran instinctively looked at the woman beside his father and froze for a moment.

This aunt...

She’s exceedingly beautiful.

And not just beautiful.

There was a feeling he couldn’t describe.

Lan Peizhi looked into the classroom, glanced around, seemingly without spotting anyone.

"Martial Saint, has he left?"

She spoke to the boy.

"Huh?"

Zou Ran was stunned.

"Sister?!"

Suddenly.

A voice filled with astonishment rang out from the corridor.

Zou Wenchang turned to look, seeing a handsome, rebellious boy with a backpack slung over one shoulder, standing at the classroom door next door.

His expression was peculiar.

It’s one thing to come for the first time.

But can’t even... get the classroom right?

Fine.

Seeing her brother standing at the neighboring class, or what should be the correct class, Lan Peizhi’s face rare showed a hint of change.

If Boss Jiang were here, he’d be shocked.

Could even Blood Guanyin be embarrassed?

"Sis, why are you here?!"

Martial Saint, of course, didn’t know his elder sister had made such a blunder; he sprinted over excitedly.

Lan Peizhi said nothing.

"You are..."

Martial Saint immediately noticed Zou Wenchang next to his older sister.

Sister?

Not son?

Even though it seemed unrelated to him, Zou Wenchang couldn’t help but feel pleased. It’s just man’s weakness, or perhaps human nature, like how boys prefer watching single female hosts online.

Zou Wenrong’s smile became more amiable, just about to speak, but her son’s voice cut in.

"Brother Saint, is this your sister?"

Martial Saint turned his head, "Yeah."

"This is my dad."

Zou Ran introduced.

Seems like the two teenagers knew each other. Well, they’re from neighboring classes, so it’s not surprising they know each other.

"Oh, hello, uncle."

Martial Saint, this kid, is quite polite. Perhaps it’s out of respect for Zou Ran?

Or maybe because his older sister is present.

"Hello."

Zou Wenchang beamed with a smile, having picked up his child, then headed downstairs. On the way out of school, he enthusiastically offered to treat Lan Peizhi and Martial Saint siblings to a meal, but Martial Saint declined.

"Sorry, uncle, I never eat outside."

Such a disciplined good kid.

Zou Wenchang wanted to say something, but his son Zou Ran secretly tugged at his arm. He raised his eyebrows, glanced at his son, and then closed his mouth.

"Goodbye, Zou Ran."

"Goodbye, Brother Saint."

With mutual farewells, they got into the car.

The Cadillac drove off first.

Zou Wenchang sat in the car, watching the Cadillac leave through the windshield, and lit a cigarette.

"Are you familiar with that boy?"

"Dad, you mean Brother Saint?"

"You are in the same grade, why call him ’Brother’?"

Zou Wenchang scolded; he sent his son to study and toughen up, not to be someone’s follower. As a father, who would want to see their child so spineless?

"But that’s how everyone in our school calls him."

Zou Wenchang was surprised and turned back, "Everyone?"

"Yes, yes!"

Seated in the back, Zou Ran nodded repeatedly, then leaned forward and whispered, "Dad, Brother Saint is like our leader."

Zou Wenchang didn’t smile, instead inhaled his cigarette, settled his brows, deep in thought.

School is like a miniature society.

The more elite the school, the more it adheres to the rules of real society.

Achieving fame at Yucai holds significant meaning worth pondering.

"What’s his background?"

Zou Wenchang asked his son.

"Brother Saint seems to be staying at his brother-in-law’s place right now."

"Brother-in-law?"

"Yes."

Zou Wenchang suddenly felt a bit troubled.

"Brother Saint’s brother-in-law is quite amazing. I’ve heard our school might open to outsiders because of his brother-in-law."

Zou Wenchang was taken aback, "...Is that true?"

"I’m not sure, but rumors don’t come out of nowhere. Since Brother Saint didn’t deny it, it’s likely true."

Indeed.

People differ from one another.

Kids differ from one another.

At this age, some kids are still flaunting their competition rankings, sprinting towards the entrance exams.

Zou Wenchang took a deep drag from his cigarette, silently remembering that notably rare woman he met earlier, coming to some understanding.

"No wonder."

The more ignorant, the more fearless.

He’s considered successful, but precisely because of this, he understands the vastness of the world better than ordinary people.

"Dad, there’s a rumor that Brother Saint’s sister is extraordinary."

Zou Ran lowered his voice, "I don’t know how many sisters Brother Saint has, but one of them seems to be renowned as Blood Guanyin. That nickname is just so cool."

Zou Ran, genuinely expressing feelings, didn’t notice his father’s stiff expression or the hand trembling with a cigarette.

Blood, Blood Guanyin?

After a moment of shock, Zou Wenchang couldn’t help but shiver, almost losing the cigarette inside the car.

"Dad, are you okay?"

Zou Wenchang’s face twitched, shaking his head quietly, as the cigarette suddenly became exceptionally heavy, he slowly picked it up, put it in his mouth, taking a long drag.

"Dad?"

Zou Ran was confused, his eyes full of concern.

"Hah..."

Zou Wenchang exhaled heavily, eyes unfocused.

"Indeed, very cool."