I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping-Chapter 2225 - 1418: Kite (2)

The youthful girl didn’t feel embarrassed about being discovered, nor did she panic. After all, despite keeping a certain distance, there were others who were even more obvious, right?

"Want a candied hawthorn?"

She turned her head as if she knew who the other person was, and her hand movements were synchronized, naturally handing over the half-eaten skewer of candied hawthorn.

Very... generous indeed.

"I’ve quit sugar."

The person politely refused.

"Why quit sugar?"

The girl asked, puzzled.

"To delay aging."

The girl blinked her bright eyes, seeming to understand, yet not quite understanding.

After all.

She’s still young.

Unlike older women who need to focus on maintenance.

"Really not going to eat?"

The woman, who was half a head taller, shook her head.

"If not, forget it."

The youthful girl withdrew her kindness, brought it to her mouth, and took another bite with a ’crunch.’ She was probably a bit overloaded with sweet, as she chewed very slowly.

The tall and short pair stood in the shade, their gaze directed in the same direction.

There.

Director Shi and Boss Jiang had already merged into the ordinary crowd and started flying kites.

"Let’s go back."

The tall woman said, her smooth long hair giving her a rather gentle aura.

"Want to fight?"

The youthful girl chewed the candied hawthorn while saying, "I don’t hit women, but if you force me, I have no choice."

Such arrogance.

And so ruthless.

Completely contrary to her image.

The woman, who was disregarded, remained calm and composed, "If you start something, he’ll find out."

"Heh, I’m not scared."

"But it’s not good for your madam."

The older woman continued, like an elder sister imparting wisdom on social norms and personal conduct.

The youthful girl stopped chewing, swallowed, "Already taken on new duties so soon?"

Insults without a dirty word.

Highly artistic.

Indeed.

Truly contradictory.

Not only her temper, but also her intellect contrasts sharply with her image.

"I had no choice."

Looking at Boss Jiang and Director Shi ’having fun with the common folk,’ the woman whispered, her expression tranquil.

"Tsk~ As expected, one must look out for oneself, or be doomed by heaven and earth."

The girl pursed her lips, seemingly unable to eat any more, and not able to pass it on, so she waved her small hand, and the unfinished candied hawthorn, as if with a guidance system, flew accurately into the garbage can more than ten steps away.

She had brought wet wipes.

Pulled them out from her pocket, and diligently wiped her mouth and hands.

"Whoosh~"

The trash flew into the garbage can again. 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

After that.

She took out her phone, and in front of the woman, nonchalantly opened the camera.

"No need."

The woman beside unsurprisingly stopped her.

Because it was part of her duty.

"Why? Is it not okay to take a scenery photo?"

The youthful girl seemed to explain, but was actually trying to provoke, "Look, look how happy that guy is smiling."

"Doing this will make everyone unhappy."

The woman remained unflappable.

"Who says? Do you really think you know everything? If you did, you wouldn’t be here on guard duty for this Jiang Chen guy."

The girl’s mouth was sharp, but she wasn’t spouting nonsense.

She stated facts.

It’s not necessarily true that age brings wisdom.

At least when it comes to emotions, the person beside her had no qualification to judge others, a complete loser.

The girl insisted on taking photos as evidence, but the lens was blocked.

Lv Bu changed his allegiance multiple times, being scolded as a "three-family slave," and eventually met his end at White Gate Tower because of Cao Cao’s love for talent, while Hu Die could switch jobs effortlessly and still be trusted, not without reason.

Even though Youmao had been kind to her, saving her from trouble during a conflict with Zhong Tingwang at Kyoto Hotel, upon seeing Youmao about to "sneak photos," she promptly moved her position to block the camera with her body.

Switching jobs frequently and whether one should be trusted are not the same thing.

The tragic end of the matchless Lv Bu was that he sold out his masters for glory.

As for Hu Die, she had not backstabbed her previous leaders. On the contrary, she was rather pitiable.

"Do you really want to fight?"

Youmao squinted her eyes, phone frozen in mid-air, "Your gun should have been confiscated, huh."

"My specialty is not using a gun."

Ha.

Youmao smirked, as if her specialty were using a gun.

"Fine. Don’t blame me if you end up crying."

"There are too many people here, how about a different place?"

Neither of them lacked confidence.

Youmao glanced around, then nodded, not because she worried about being discovered, but because with so many people, it was hard to perform, and easy to be distracted, not very satisfying.

Youmao planned to pick a more secluded spot, but she was still a bit young.

As they passed the guard post, Hu Die approached.

"This young girl got separated from her family, can you please help?"

A few guards on duty glanced at Youmao, collectively dazed.

The guards were confused, let alone Youmao.

Separated from family?

What does that mean?

No cellphone?

Besides.

No matter how young-looking, she wouldn’t actually be a child who could get lost, would she?

But in front of such a "cute and innocent" Youmao, how could the guards keep their rational minds? Bored stiff, they finally had something to do, immediately warmly surrounded Youmao.

Youmao realized she’d been tricked, immediately furrowed her brows in anger, but as she looked around, she couldn’t spot Hu Die anywhere.

No wonder she works in intelligence.

She disappeared so quickly.

"Youmao’s here."

The guards were only a temporary delay, after coming back, not wanting to disturb someone’s pleasure, Hu Die silently came up from behind, reporting in a low voice.

The butterfly kite successfully soared into the sky, Director Shi holding onto the kite string, smiling joyfully, bad emotions effectively released.

Youmao?

Jiang Chen’s expression shifted slightly, immediately looking around.

"Where is she?"

"I had her stopped, but it won’t last long."

Hu Die explained truthfully.

Jiang Chen’s mind raced.

The sun hadn’t set yet, the last deadline definitely hadn’t been passed, if Youmao caught them now, the situation would get out of control.

Only.

Why was Youmao here?

Did Princess Cao send her?

No matter how optimistic Jiang Chen was, he couldn’t convince himself it’s just a coincidence.

He specially came to the relatively unpopular Thirteen Tombs, if he still ran into her, then his closest connection should probably be with that little rabbit!

But having someone monitor him, is this really Princess Cao’s style?

Jiang Chen really couldn’t believe it.

"Mr. Jiang, make a decision quickly. If Youmao finds us again, it’ll be a mess."

Hu Die reminded him, like going through the motions, with no extra emotion in her tone.

Of course.

It definitely would be messy.

Youmao wouldn’t give anyone face.

Jiang Chen’s eyes flashed, decisively made up his mind, looking at Director Shi in high spirits, then made a gesture to Hu Die.

But Hu Die wasn’t Daoist Duanmu, she’d just started and hadn’t yet cultivated a long-term rapport.

Seeing she couldn’t understand, Jiang Chen had to give verbal orders.

"Cut her kite string."

"..."

A talent!

Hu Die was momentarily stunned, then realized, this task wasn’t difficult for her.

"Whoosh～"

A small blade silently sliced through the air, undetectably severing the thin kite string.

With no control, the butterfly kite quickly soared away without a second thought,

"Why did the string break!"

Director Shi, with his fun spoiled, was unhappy, his smile vanished instantly, he wanted to find the unscrupulous old man who sold the kite for an explanation.

"Forget it, it’s just a hundred bucks, he’s quite old, it’s not easy for him."

Jiang Chen promptly stepped forward to comfort, convincingly natural, breathtakingly flawless.

"Let’s go, change places."

Director Shi initially resisted, but once his hand was held, he stopped protesting.

Hu Die silently followed from behind at a distance, while shifting looked towards the guard post.

Youmao was nowhere to be seen.

Hu Die looked away, looked at the man ahead, holding the second generation of Jinhai, strides quickened.

The heart that had been lifeless suddenly realized.

Such days, compared to before, seemed to have gained some color.

In the clear sky.

The butterfly kite that gained freedom was already out of sight, leaving only a faint dark spot.