I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping-Chapter 2246 - 1430: Such a Big Family

"Sister, you knew Zou Ran’s dad before, huh?"

Martial Saint sat in the back seat with his older sister, feeling a bit restless.

Don’t blame him.

That’s how left-behind children are.

If you can’t understand, consider yourself lucky.

Of course, this state was self-inflicted by Martial Saint. He could’ve stayed with his parents, been spoiled, and become a village bully.

But as human beings,

the reason we can rule the world is our dissatisfaction with the status quo. Just like in a cultivation novel, the protagonist dominates a map and dares those who speak of defeat to challenge him. But instead of enjoying this, he seeks a higher realm to toil away.

Those willing to endure hardship will indeed find endless challenges.

"I don’t know him."

Lan Peizhi, who had mistaken her brother’s class, had calmed down. Just a minor episode; with her level of detachment, she wouldn’t hold grudges. This woman, who captured attention instantly in her plain shoes and attire, leaned back calmly, a lock of hair hanging by her temple.

Martial Saint wanted to help tuck that strand behind her ear but thought better of it.

That’s not his role.

"Don’t know him? Then how come..."

Martial Saint stopped, realizing something.

Oh well.

Can’t blame these city folks.

After all, his sister is the renowned beauty of the neighborhood, you know~

Haha.

Amusing himself, Martial Saint turned and glanced out the window, "The sun hasn’t risen in the west today, right?"

"Duanmu has something to do."

Lan Peizhi said succinctly.

"What kind of thing?"

"Grocery shopping."

"Grocery shopping?"

Martial Saint was taken aback, eyes wide, almost choking, his mind racing.

What’s happening?

Sure, Sister Liuli grocery shopping makes sense; he had mentioned he rarely eats out, which was mostly an excuse. But it’s true they mostly eat at home.

Sister Liuli usually takes him home to eat, but shouldn’t shopping happen in the morning? That’s when produce is freshest.

Moreover,

Even if occupied, he could take the subway home himself; he’s not a child. Why trouble his sister?

Martial Saint sensed something fishy!

"Sister, is Brother Jiang Chen back?"

"Is he some sort of esteemed guest?"

Martial Saint didn’t detect any change in his sister’s tone and asked suspiciously, "If it’s not Brother Jiang Chen, then why would Sister Liuli go out of her way to buy groceries? Today isn’t a holiday either."

Indeed.

Blood relations fall short of friendships made.

This guy has completely overlooked his own sister.

"Duanmu cooking a meal for this sister seems odd."

Martial Saint was flabbergasted, then had an epiphany.

"Sister, you’re going to eat at the house?"

He asked in amazement.

The house.

Such a natural idea.

But you can’t blame Martial Saint for forgetting his roots.

Maybe it only shows that the host family really treats him like one of their own?

"You’re not welcoming?"

Lan Peizhi asked smoothly, expressionless.

Martial Saint didn’t realize his wording was off and quickly nodded cheerfully, "Welcome, of course! How could it be unwelcome? But sister, how come you have time today?"

An answer to one doubt gave rise to a bigger one.

What he actually meant was, why would his sister be willing to eat at Spring and Autumn Plaza? 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

He’s been studying in the East Sea for so long, and her visits have been few. Could it be a change of heart, sisterly love in full bloom?

How could that be?

They’re siblings by blood; he knows her temperament well. Martial Saint knew he lacked that much influence. Back when he first arrived in East Sea, nearly homeless, she didn’t show up, only sent someone to settle him in.

"Sister, Sister Shurui must be shopping with Sister Liuli, right?"

His mind raced as he asked tentatively.

His sister didn’t answer.

Guessed it right!

It seems that today, she picked him up incidentally; the real purpose was to meet Sister Shurui.

But still.

What could the two of them discuss?

Martial Saint’s eyes flickered, quickly thinking of someone.

Yes.

Brother Jiang Chen!

That’s the only link between his sister and Sister Shurui.

"Could it be something happened to Brother Jiang Chen? Sister, don’t scare me!"

Martial Saint exclaimed.

"Shut up!"

Lan Peizhi’s tone unexpectedly dropped, her breathing even changed.

Martial Saint was startled, sensing something was off, he quickly shut up obediently.

His sister’s reaction.

Something is definitely off.

It’s certainly related to Brother Jiang Chen.

But what exactly is happening?

He was just messing around. Anyone with a bit of reasoning would know that if something serious happened, they wouldn’t be thinking about cooking.

Martial Saint wanted to secretly call someone but didn’t dare under his sister’s gaze, feeling itchy like a cat on a hot tin roof.

The driver was silent.

The ride was quiet.

The Cadillac, unauthorized to be on the road, drove into Spring and Autumn Plaza.

"Feeling unwell?"

This kid, though quiet, kept squirming restlessly.

Lan Peizhi’s voice was like a sedative, making the hyperactive Martial Saint calm down instantly, "No."

"You’ve been living here long enough; let’s find you a new place."

Lan Peizhi said without preamble.

Martial Saint was stunned, then blurted out, "No way!"

As if feeling it wasn’t firm enough, he intensified his tone, emphasizing despite his fear of his sister, "I’m not moving!"

Lan Peizhi turned her head.

Usually, a mere glance from her would make him weak, but now he stood firm, defiantly locking eyes with her.

"Sister! You can ignore me, yell at me however you want, but you can’t treat me like trash and toss me wherever you want. I’m a person!"

Lan Peizhi silently watched him.

"If you insist on making me leave, I’ll just go back to Sichuan and Shu! Listen to you, be a farmer, and never step out again!"

Time never stands still.

A boy will ultimately grow up.

He’ll rebel, become more independent, and develop his own opinions and ideas.

Lan Peizhi, who once intended for the boy to live an ordinary life, was silent for a while, observing his determined eyes, pondering something unseen.

Then.

She looked away, saying nothing.

"Thank you, sister."

Having used all his courage, Martial Saint’s voice quickly weakened.

"You like it here."

"Yes!"

Martial Saint nodded vigorously, "Sister Shurui, Sister Liuli, and Brother Jiang Chen all treat me like family; no, we are family!"

The formidable Cadillac cruised smoothly.

Lan Peizhi stared ahead, suddenly giving a faint smile.

"Sister, why are you smiling?"

Martial Saint asked cautiously, his heart unsettled.

Lan Peizhi’s eyes were calm, her smile faint.

"What a big family."