I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping-Chapter 29 - 0 Those who follow me will prosper; those who oppose me will perish!

29: 029 Those who follow me will prosper; those who oppose me will perish!

29: 029 Those who follow me will prosper; those who oppose me will perish!

“How’s it going?”

When Ai Qian returned to the dormitory, Wei Chuyin immediately asked with concern.

Ai Qian shook her head.

Wei Chuyin’s eyes widened, and she hesitated, “Li Shuru didn’t agree?

She couldn’t…

actually fall for Jiang Chen, could she?”

“How could that be!”

Ai Qian said through clenched teeth, “She’s just using Jiang Chen as a tool to satisfy her vanity!”

Wei Chuyin fell silent.

It sounded as though you were once no different.

“Qian, have you really decided to get back together with Jiang Chen?”

“What else then?”

Ai Qian’s face twitched uncontrollably as she recalled the humiliation she had suffered over the weekend.

“Should I just let Liang Zhenlun keep humiliating me?”

“He’s just angry with you, it’ll pass after some time.”

Previously, when Jiang Chen and Ai Qian were together, Wei Chuyin had never stopped fanning the flames between them; but now, she was playing the peacemaker.

“I think you should calm down and think this through seriously.”

“He’s not just angry at me; he’s never treated me as a person!”

At this moment, Ai Qian looked as if she were talking about an enemy, not her boyfriend.

It was obvious.

The birthday party last weekend was just a fuse; the problems between them had been brewing for a long time.

“This isn’t the first time he’s ignored my feelings completely.

Do you know how embarrassed I was?

It was pouring rain, and in front of so many people, he left me all alone and walked off with another girl.

And you saw it, he hasn’t shown his face until now, and he hasn’t called me or sent a message.

Tell me, what am I supposed to do?”

Wei Chuyin was at a loss for words.

Continuing to make excuses for Liang Zhenlun might lead Ai Qian to turn against her.

“If you’ve made up your mind, then I’ll surely support you.

Jiang Chen liked you so much before; with a little effort, he’ll certainly come back to you.”

Hearing her sister’s comforting words, Ai Qian felt a little better.

The downpour over the weekend, coupled with the psychological blow, had made her catch a cold and run a fever.

She felt a bit better after spending a day getting an IV in the infirmary, but she was still easily fatigued and weak.

After taking some medicine, Ai Qian went to bed to rest.

Seeing that she was asleep, Wei Chuyin walked out onto the balcony and made a phone call.

“Young Master Liang, you’ve gone too far this time.

Ai Qian is sick.”

“It’s nothing serious, is it?”

Liang Zhenlun’s tone on the other end was indifferent and dismissive.

Wei Chuyin, who had grown up in a single-parent family and been abandoned by her mother since she was a child, always believed that bread was more important than so-called love.

However, hearing Liang Zhenlun’s careless attitude still left her feeling a chill.

“It’s a big deal!

Ai Qian is thinking about breaking up with you!”

She deliberately spoke in a serious tone.

“Really?”

Liang Zhenlun seemed utterly unconcerned, even chuckling dismissively.

“Young Master Liang, I’m not joking with you.

This time Ai Qian is serious; she wants to get back together with Jiang Chen!”

Wei Chuyin emphasized her words.

Upon hearing this, Liang Zhenlun finally fell silent on the other end, his emotions apparently wavering.

“No wonder she hasn’t contacted me these past few days.

She’s already found herself a new man, huh?

Fine, very good.”

Hearing the cold laughter from the other end, Wei Chuyin couldn’t help but feel a surge of anger.

It was clearly him who acted so inexcusably; shouldn’t he be the one to apologize?

Just because someone is wealthy doesn’t mean they can be so arrogant, right?!

“Young Master Liang, I’ve delivered the message.

What you do next is up to you.

If you truly don’t care about Ai Qian at all, then you can continue doing nothing.”

With that said.

Wei Chuyin hung up the phone.

Inside a billiard room.

Liang Zhenlun slowly put down his phone, his face suddenly twisted into a snarl, and he violently smashed the phone to the ground.

Under the force of the impact, the latest model Apple phone instantly shattered into pieces.

“Slut!”

It wasn’t that he couldn’t accept Ai Qian breaking up with him, after all, he hadn’t really been in love, but he couldn’t tolerate Ai Qian running back into the arms of Jiang Chen.

What would people at school think?

Would they say Liang Zhenlun was worse than a simp?

“Brother Liang, what happened?”

Liang Zhenlun’s sudden outburst startled his fair-weather friends who were there, and they all put down their cue sticks.

“Some kid wants to steal my girl.”

“Who is it?”

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Does he have a death wish?!”

“Brother Liang, who is it?

I’ll take care of him for you!”

Murmurs of agreement rose from all around.

Everyone was bristling with self-righteous indignation.

This was the so-called sense of shared enmity.

“Jiang Chen, a senior at our school.”

“Jiang Chen?

Isn’t that the waiter from Brother Liang’s birthday party?”

In the billiard room, several people who had attended Liang Zhenlun’s birthday party and remembered Jiang Chen, who had sung a song, recalled him clearly.

“That’s the one.”

“And here I thought he was somebody significant, but he’s just a waiter?”

A young man with sleeved tattoos, looking both brutish and sinister, sauntered over, leisurely lit a cigarette, and took a drag.

“Young Master Liang, if you trust me, leave this to me.”

Liang Zhenlun looked at him, slightly hesitant.

It wasn’t that he doubted the man’s abilities, but that he was worried about the man’s recklessness.

This guy was Bai Haoran, the owner of this billiard room, young yet only in his late twenties with a history already brimming with violence.

His name sounded upstanding, but in reality, he was the definition of a thug.

He wasn’t known for pure evil, but fighting and brawling were as normal to him as eating and drinking.

He dropped out of school after just nine years to join the underworld, went to a juvenile detention center for chopping off a person’s hand, and it was rumored that he once stabbed someone to death.

With his fierce determination, he enjoyed a formidable reputation in this area.

Even though they addressed each other as brothers, Liang Zhenlun didn’t really want to get too close to such people.

“Brother Bai, this is just a minor issue.

I don’t think there’s any need to trouble you.”

Resentment was one thing.

But Liang Zhenlun didn’t want to make a big fuss; involving Bai Haoran could lead to a messy situation, and with his temper, it could escalate to bloodshed.

By then, Liang Zhenlun would not be able to avoid involvement.

“Nothing related to you is a small matter, Young Master Liang.”

Although he made his living through shady means, Bai Haoran knew how to talk the talk, and as if seeing through Liang Zhenlun’s thoughts, said with a smoke-tinged smile, “Relax, I can handle it.

I’ll make sure the kid spends a few months in bed.

It’ll be a minor punishment with a major message.

How about that?”

Upon hearing this, Liang Zhenlun was quite moved.

This was closely aligned with his wishes.

He could vent his anger without causing too much trouble.

“Fine, I’ll leave it in Brother Bai’s hands then.”

Liang Zhenlun was not one to hesitate; his mood instantly shifted from gloomy to sunny as he grinned and nodded at Bai Haoran.

“You’re too kind.”

Bai Haoran dismissed it with a casual smile,

as if he had already envisioned Jiang Chen’s pitiful fate.

Liang Zhenlun felt immensely satisfied, as if he had a little person inside him fist-pumping in cool exhilaration.

Those who are with me prosper, those who are against me perish!