I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping-Chapter 2199 - 1404: Visitor 2

Cannot help but admit.

Zhong Tingwang is indeed cunning, or rather meticulous. What seems like impulsive behavior is actually well-planned in advance.

He Yihui of course didn’t know the other party was engaging in the business of forcibly seizing women tonight. After a brief surprise, she immediately said, "Safe travels."

While a fly doesn’t pose any threat, its incessant buzzing in your ear can be quite bothersome.

"I’m flying, Fourth Miss. ’Safe travels’ isn’t quite right to say."

A little humor, but He Yihui remained unmoved, her distinct face showing no reaction, speaking in a formal tone, "Send my regards to Second Sister."

Even the thick-skinned person would find it difficult to continue in this situation and wouldn’t insist on having a bodyguard see him out.

That would be too undignified.

Despite the regret, Zhong Xiaoye could only let out a slight sigh, finally deciding to bid farewell.

But just as his hand was pressing on his thigh wrapped in gray trousers, he suddenly caught a small movement from Fourth Miss.

She was also checking her watch.

Was she planning to sleep?

No way.

People from Haojiang have a unique biological clock and would never feel sleepy so early.

Putting the thought of leaving aside for now, Zhong Tingwang found a reason to linger, "Does Fourth Miss have something planned tonight?"

This Nine-headed Bird being able to soar is not without reason. Being persistent is not so much a flaw as it is an exceptional skill. Mastering it doesn’t guarantee success, but it certainly increases the chances compared to others.

Not just at work.

It’s the same in love.

That’s why they say a good woman fears a persistent man.

Annoyance is still an impression, better than being completely forgettable.

"No."

Not lying, just too lazy to waste any more words. But unfortunately, the doorbell suddenly rang.

Zhong Xiaoye immediately looked towards the door, clearly perceiving her insincerity.

"Did Fourth Miss order supper?"

What?

Was he planning to stay for a meal?

He Yihui was truly not lying, as when the doorbell rang, she had no intention or explanation or deceit, and without any hesitation, ignored Zhong Xiaoye’s humor and immediately instructed the female bodyguard, "Open the door."

Zhong Xiaoye’s expression shifted.

Did he detect a hint of urgency?

The door opened.

It was not the waiter, but a young handsome man.

Hmm.

Definitely younger than Zhong Tingwang, who wouldn’t leave and stayed on the sofa.

As for handsome.

That’s subjective.

There are also many women crazy about Zhong Tingwang.

For some reason, at first sight of the young man, Zhong Xiaoye felt a strange discomfort. Moreover, he vaguely felt that this young man... seemed a bit familiar.

Where had he seen him?

He instinctively pondered.

The second guest tonight certainly didn’t ignore the extra person in the suite. Normally, the script shouldn’t have included another man.

See.

Persistence does work.

"You can leave now."

After the second guest entered, He Yihui quickly stood up. Her plump lips moved, wanting to say more but deciding not to. Instead, she turned her head, looking down at the tirelessly stubborn Zhong Xiaoye. Her patience exhausted, no longer feigning politeness.

"Escort him out."

What does that mean?

Replacing the old with the new?

The suite is spacious enough, there are still seats available.

Zhong Xiaoye’s reaction fully demonstrated what entails the essential qualities of a successful person. Faced with He Yihui’s near-expulsion behavior, he remained calm, smiled faintly, then stood and shifted a bit.

"It’s fine, there’s room."

A top-tier talent indeed!

He was sure He Yihui wouldn’t abandon her last dignity. The bodyguard couldn’t possibly resort to force, especially with a guest present.

As expected.

Zhong Xiaoye judged accurately. Even as He Yihui glared silently at him, clearly annoyed, she couldn’t do anything about him.

"Who is this?"

No one in the room spoke, but the late guest spoke first.

His gaze landed on Zhong Xiaoye. Judging by his tone, he seemed rather close to Fourth Miss.

"Zhong Xiaoye, nice to meet you."

Zhong Tingwang, unceremonious, also stood up, dropping pretenses as it seemed he knew who this young man was.

"Jiang Chen."

Boss Jiang wasn’t rude either. Actually, since he stepped inside, he knew who he was dealing with, though today was technically their first face-to-face meeting.

As expected.

His inner judgment confirmed, Zhong Xiaoye flashed an insightful gleam in his eyes, then presented a warm smile, "Mr. Jiang, I’ve heard a lot about you. I’ve actually always wanted to arrange a meeting, but unfortunately, never found the right opportunity. Didn’t expect to meet here."

This is the art of conversation.

Giving oneself and others an easy way out.

Although facts were clear, he had Bai Haoran deliver messages, ending as pointlessly as Fang Jun’s attempt. Yet, when face-to-face, civility still matters.

One can’t accuse others of leaving messages unread, right?

That would be so awkward.

"Mr. Jiang, please sit."

Zhong Xiaoye extended an invitation, taking over as if he were the host of the suite.

Indeed, he possessed certain skills.

The rightful host, He Yihui, became expressionless. Making the usual amiable Fourth Miss adopt this demeanor wasn’t easy.

Jiang Chen didn’t immediately take a seat. Instead, he glanced at the long-unseen He Family heiress, recalling when they first met at Haojiang’s old city Moon Well, feeling as if it were another lifetime.

"Sit down."

Jiang Chen smiled.

The two guests appeared more at ease than the host.

He Yihui sat down, silent, making no attempt to conceal her emotions.

The instigator Zhong Xiaoye pretended to ignore, focusing solely on exchanging pleasantries with Jiang Chen.

"What a coincidence, Mr. Jiang is also in Kyoto."

How could it not be a coincidence?

A few days ago at Kyoto Hotel, had Boss Jiang been available, they would have already met.

Despite Zhong Xiaoye being meticulous and cunning, he ignored a crucial point. He focused exclusively on investigating Hu Die, thus neglecting the seemingly insignificant Youmao, unaware of the seldom-seen yet omnipresent "Mr. Jiang," who was also at the heart of Kyoto Hotel’s unresolved conflict.

Even the wise make mistakes.

"Is Mr. Zhong in Kyoto on business?"

Jiang Chen, seemingly oblivious to He Yihui’s mood, didn’t put on airs either.

"Yes, handling some matters in Kyoto."

"Is it going smoothly?"

"Smoothly, I’m set to return tomorrow, here to bid farewell to Fourth Miss."

He Yihui remained silent.

Though she possessed an exotic allure, her temperament wasn’t fiery. She wasn’t adept at expressing her emotions, especially with others present. Despite not spending significant time during the Haojiang visit, Jiang Chen understood her reasonably well.

"Mr. Zhong is thoughtful indeed, making a special trip."

Jiang Chen’s affable demeanor made Zhong Xiaoye feel wariness instead of complacency.

He knew well that the less intimidating someone seems, the more dangerous they can be.

"It’s necessary. I initially thought of asking Fourth Miss if she’d like to return together. The meeting’s done now; it seems... I overstepped my bounds, haha..."

Implying more than he stated.

"Done talking? If so, best to head back and catch the flight tomorrow morning."

Even if Fourth Miss didn’t speak, her presence alone was delightful enough. But Zhong Tingwang was unreasonably persistent.

The gossip between Mr. Jiang and Fourth Miss once made headlines, causing quite a stir—it wasn’t a secret. But gossip aside, wasn’t it a bit much to lay it on thick? Doesn’t all of Haojiang discreetly choose selective amnesia, refraining from mentions?

"No problem, I can rebook for the afternoon."

A sleeping person cannot be awakened.

"Since the ticket’s booked, best not to change it on a whim. It might affect one’s luck."

"Mr. Jiang believes in fortune?"

Tsk.

He seemed to find a kindred spirit, even more encouraged.