I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping

68: 068 A large debt is not a heavy burden

68: 068 A large debt is not a heavy burden

“You all go ahead, I won’t be joining you, no need for it to be too big, don’t waste money.”

Xue Mingqin sat down by the bedside again, her emotions clearly still unstable, not in the mood to look at houses.

Jiang Chen and Li Shuru could only leave the hospital room.

“No wonder people say that safety is a blessing, two million in surgery fees, three million for jumping the queue, adding up to a whopping five million.”

Li Shuru murmured.

“I’ve asked the doctor already.”

Walking down the hallway, Jiang Chen said softly, “The doctor’s advice is to operate as soon as possible, the sooner, the better.

Uncle might not hold on for much longer.”

“So you’re saying, the best solution is to pay to jump the queue, otherwise, my dad is just waiting to die.”

Jiang Chen remained silent.

“I’ve still got several hundred thousand in my card, and if I sell the car, I should be able to gather around one and a half million.”

Li Shuru didn’t blame fate or others, instead immediately began thinking of solutions.

For someone her age, to remain calm in such a situation was truly commendable.

“If we really can’t make it, we’ll just have to do as my mom said and sell the house.”

One and a half million would only cover half; the reason she had previously disagreed with her mother selling the house was that Li Shuru believed she could help her family through this crisis.

But now, she was willing but powerless.

“That’s the only house your family has, if you sell it, where will your aunt and uncle live afterward?”

“What else can be done?

We can’t just let my dad lie in the hospital bed and wait to die, can we?”

The always cool and proud Li Shuru finally showed signs of helplessness and bitterness.

“If you’re willing, I can help you.”

Jiang Chen stated calmly.

Li Shuru was taken aback.

“You help me?

How can you…

help me?”

“Have you forgotten?

I’m not as poor as you think I am.”

Jiang Chen smiled slightly.

Li Shuru couldn’t help but stop in her tracks and turn to look at him.

“You mean…

you can come up with three million?”

Jiang Chen also stopped, nodding.

“Jiang Chen, are you not joking with me?”

“Do you think I would joke at a time like this.”

Jiang Chen’s gaze was steady, meeting Li Shuru’s.

There was no trace of jest or lightness on his face.

Li Shuru pursed her lips, as a gust of wind arose, stirring ripples in her heart’s lake.

She had guessed that Jiang Chen wasn’t as simple as he appeared, but she never allowed herself to think too extravagantly, believing that a few million in inheritance from his parents was already impressive.

But now, Jiang Chen’s demeanor was subtly telling Li Shuru a fact: this young man’s background and strength might exceed her previous expectations.

Although she hadn’t studied economics, she understood a simple truth: a person who can casually produce three million must have a net worth of at least ten million or more.

“Are you really willing to help me?”

Li Shuru’s gaze fixed intently on Jiang Chen, not letting her inner emotions show on her face.

“We are boyfriend and girlfriend now, if I don’t help you, who will?”

Jiang Chen said as a matter of fact, his peaceful smile, against the cold and pale backdrop of the hospital, seemed especially warm and sincere.

“If I don’t help you, who will?”

Li Shuru’s heart trembled, she clenched her hands, wanting to say that their relationship was only pretend, but as she looked at that smiling face, into those eyes, all her words got stuck in her throat, and she didn’t speak for a long time.

“Liang Zhenlun said something that’s not wrong, sometimes being able to use money to keep the ones you love around is already a kind of luck.”

At this point, Jiang Chen paused, and couldn’t help but think, would his parents still be alive today if he had the ability back then?

He smiled faintly.

Thinking about these things now seems to have no meaning anymore.

“Give me your card number.”

“Aren’t you afraid that I won’t be able to repay this money?”

Li Shuru didn’t hurry to pull out her bank card, nor did she express gratitude, still staring intently at Jiang Chen.

No boy had ever managed to capture her attention this seriously before.

“What do I have to be afraid of?”

Jiang Chen smiled, “You’re capable of earning so much money now.

It’s a sure bet that you’ll become a big internet sensation in the future.

Three million, it’s only that much.

Do you think I’m worried you’ll default on your debt?”

“Besides, if you can’t repay the debt, even better, you’ll have to pay with your body.”

Li Shuru took a shallow breath, showing neither shame nor slight anger, “Then I will write you an IOU.”

This girl really was proud.

Watching her now, Jiang Chen couldn’t help but think back to when she came to his dormitory building to repay the six thousand yuan she owed him.

He shook his head, smiling.

“There’s no need for an IOU; I trust you.”

Li Shuru’s eyes trembled.

After leaving the inpatient department and getting into the car, Li Shuru finally sent her bank card number over.

Jiang Chen transferred the money using his mobile phone right away.

“Your savings account ending in 2450 has received a transfer of 3,000,000 yuan.

[Industrial and Commercial Bank]”

Even though she knew that he wouldn’t scam her, upon seeing the message confirming the transaction, Li Shuru couldn’t help but feel a little shocked.

“Let’s find a time to go see Liang Zhenlun together; the sooner we handle this matter, the better it’ll be for your uncle.”

“Mhm.”

Li Shuru nodded subconsciously, her voice softened for some reason, even tender.

“But how should I explain it to my mom?

She believes that you’ve already given two million; will she even accept the three million?”

“Isn’t that simple?”

Jiang Chen drove the car out of the hospital and said with a laugh, “Just tell her that it’s only natural and justified for a future son-in-law to help his father-in-law.

And since she already took two million, what’s the difference if she takes another three million?

A big debt is not oppressive, after all.”

“What do you mean by ‘a big debt is not oppressive’?

Can’t you speak more pleasantly?”

Li Shuru glanced at him.

Her tone didn’t seem angry and even had a hint of coquettishness.

Moreover,

she didn’t seem to object to the idea of a son-in-law and a father-in-law, which was unusual for the prideful belle of the fine arts college.

On the way to view the house, Li Shuru looked at Jiang Chen from time to time, as if she had something to say but hesitated.

“Just say what you want to say.

Being hesitant isn’t like you,” said Jiang Chen, seemingly focused on driving.

Upon hearing this, Li Shuru no longer suppressed her curiosity and asked directly, “Just how much money do you actually have?”

“I’ve already told you, a billionaire,” Jiang Chen replied, steering the wheel matter-of-factly.

Li Shuru stared at him wordlessly.

“That’s my personal privacy; I can’t reveal it,” Jiang Chen added, then turned his head and lightly curled his lips in a teasing manner.

“However, if you agree to be with me—and I mean for real—then I can tell you.”

“In your dreams!”

Li Shuru reacted without hesitation, turning her head to look out the window, but there was no annoyance from being teased on her face.

Instead, she bit her lip and blushed slightly—a rare occurrence.

In an age when honesty is scarce, a woman’s blush speaks louder than a great deal of dialogue.