I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping-Chapter 2201 - 1406: Discrimination

Do you think Miss He’s "boudoir" is a marketplace where you can come and go as you please?

Zhong Xiaoye was caught off guard and quickly grew suspicious, letting his mind spiral.

Let’s not mention him for now; even He Yihui was puzzled, silently observing Jiang Chen.

Boss Jiang offered no explanation, seemingly piqued with sudden interest, casually suggesting, "I hear Mr. Zhong is skilled at gambling; how about a game?"

Zhong Xiaoye felt even more baffled.

"Just me and Mr. Jiang?"

"Including Miss He, three people should be enough for a card game."

If not, they could try calling Song Chaoge over, as he unusually wasn’t asleep.

Before the call, Zhong Tingwang might have welcomed the chance to kill time, but at this moment, he was in no mood.

Despite the confusion, his instincts told him he shouldn’t stay and needed to leave as soon as possible.

"I think we should pass for now; there will be plenty of opportunities in the future. If Mr. Jiang ever has time to visit Haojiang, I’ll be at your service anytime."

He was about to excuse himself again.

Men are indeed fickle creatures.

Like two different people before and after.

He Yihui sensed someone’s odd behavior and also noticed Zhong Xiaoye’s abnormality, maintaining a serene expression without uttering a word.

See.

This is the correct lesson.

When you’re not clear on the specifics, manage your words.

"Let’s set a time, then."

Was it not just pleasantry?

Zhong Xiaoye hadn’t expected the other party to be so sincere, which was very different from his perception.

Could it be that Bai Haoran hadn’t conveyed the message?

This Mr. Jiang seemed rather amiable—

Something’s wrong.

Something’s definitely wrong.

Even though there was no real animosity, there were subtle conflicts of interest... Even if he had ninety heads, they wouldn’t be enough right now.

Zhong Xiaoye racked his brain, unable to comprehend the other party’s inexplicable demeanor, but the sense of danger felt increasingly urgent and intense.

When you can’t see the path, trust your instincts!

This strategy had helped him countless times.

"Mr. Jiang, you can inform Fourth Miss of your schedule; I’ll communicate with her."

A sense of pressing urgency was palpable.

Zhong Xiaoye couldn’t bother with formalities and stood up directly.

Was he going to the bathroom?

No, that couldn’t be. 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺

If he rushed back now, he might end up having an accident on the way.

Using the restroom shouldn’t be a big deal.

In urgent situations, there’s no need to cling to pride.

The scene they’d set meant it wasn’t appropriate to insist on staying, spending nearly ten minutes on calls and pleasantries, Jiang Chen nodded, understanding his status, without getting up.

"Take care."

He Yihui was even less inclined to see off guests.

Zhong Xiaoye couldn’t care less about any perceived discourtesy; his overwhelming intuition felt like an urgent alarm, meaning he needed to leave quickly.

"Fourth Miss, see you in Haojiang."

After a hasty farewell, he immediately headed for the door.

The two female bodyguards stood as still as gate deities.

Really now.

They couldn’t even help open the door.

They truly lacked social savvy.

Zhong Tingwang wouldn’t care about these trivialities, quickly making his way to the door without pausing, his hand already reaching for the handle.

From the sofa.

Jiang Chen and Fourth Miss He did not continue their conversation, maintaining silence, seemingly waiting for Zhong Xiaoye to leave first.

"Click."

The door opened.

The hallway’s air flowed in, neutralizing the intangible tension in the suite; Zhong Xiaoye seemed to sigh in relief.

"Whew..."

He stepped towards the door, but just then, someone approached from the left.

Wait.

They weren’t just passing by.

They stopped at the suite’s doorway.

Zhong Tingwang’s foot ultimately didn’t step out.

Five or six unfamiliar men, in dark jackets, broad-shouldered and thick-set, with solemn expressions.

Another visit?

This evening was certainly lively.

The executive suite’s door was wide.

Thus, Jiang Chen and He Yihui could see the scene outside, and Zhong Xiaoye, in a hurry to leave, suddenly stopped, indicating an issue.

He Yihui instinctively glanced at an unfazed certain someone.

The person appeared calm, unfathomable.

"Zhong Xiaoye?"

Before Zhong Tingwang could gather his thoughts, the third group of visitors spoke first.

However.

Why was this directed at him?

Wasn’t this Fourth Miss’s room?

"Who are you?"

Zhong Xiaoye frowned, exuding a naturally authoritative aura.

If this were Haojiang, one look from him could scare someone half to death, but this was Kyoto.

The strangers, whose expressions and appearances were identical, blocked the doorway like a human wall.

"Come with us."

It was indeed directed at him.

Zhong Xiaoye’s eyes flashed with anger, just as he was about to speak, a badge was nearly pressed against his face.

"Please comply."

Indisputable.

Undeniable!

What about the Nine-headed Bird?

In a place you shouldn’t have come, whether you’re a dragon or a tiger, you must stay subdued.

Looking at the small black badge, Zhong Xiaoye was as if silenced, the words he was about to say stuck in his throat; he pursed his lips, his expression unreadable.

"Please comply."

The person holding the badge repeated.

Any ordinary person knows.

Three warnings.

Fail to comply, and forceful measures will follow.

Dignified Zhong Tingwang is definitely no fool, nodding silently and stepping out after a pause.

Indeed.

His intuition rarely failed him.

The path was cleared, then they surrounded him in the middle.

It was purely directed at him; none of them even stepped into the room.

When leaving, the gloomy-faced Zhong Xiaoye glanced inside out of instinct.

All he saw was the unruffled pair on the sofa, appearing at ease.

The hallway soon returned to quiet and emptiness.

Finally, peace.

Standing nearest to the door, witnessing Zhong Tingwang being taken away, the two female bodyguards were evidently caught off guard, glancing at each other, even forgetting to close the door.

"Wasn’t that a bit rough?"

Amidst the silence, a gentle voice broke through, akin to ocean waves.

"Yes, it was a bit rough."

That certain someone nodded instinctively, then noticed her staring at him and quickly explained, "I meant Zhong Tingwang."

Fourth Miss He continued to look at him.

Earlier, with many people around, it wasn’t too noticeable, but being stared at by such a strikingly beautiful woman now felt slightly uncomfortable.

"You don’t think this was my doing, do you?"

"Wasn’t it?"

He Yihui retorted.

"It wasn’t."

Jiang Chen answered with certainty and firmness.

The two were obviously talking about different matters.

If it were other men, they wouldn’t mind claiming the credit; after all, standing up for a beauty, showcasing masculine charisma, but Boss Jiang never boasted extravagantly.

He Yihui didn’t continue to press for answers but rather looked up at the two bodyguards.

"You two may leave."

Wait a moment.

Wouldn’t closing the door suffice?

When Zhong Tingwang came for a visit, there was no sending the bodyguards away either.

Was a certain someone more upright?

Totally a bias!