HRPM – Chapter 2 Miss Money Time Traveled (2)

With a loud bang, the study door was slammed open.

A ball rolled in—

Oh, wait… it was actually her dad.

“Darling, spare the bowl!” Qian Dai collapsed onto the floor, trembling as he stretched out a hand to stop her.

Seeing her father fall, Qian Tongtong immediately forgot her anger. She casually tossed the large bowl aside and rushed over to help him up.

“Dad, are you hurt? If you’re overweight, don’t try to sprint like you’re running a hundred meters—be careful not to strain your back!”

Qian Dai watched in horror as his beloved bowl traced a perfect arc through the air… and shattered into four pieces upon hitting the ground.

A surge of blood rushed to his head—he was so furious he nearly had a heart attack.

“My Ramses II pottery bowl~~! Daughter, are you trying to kill your father? That cost ten million dollars—ten million! U.S. dollars! It pains me to death! You unfilial child, you spendthrift~~~”

Qian Tongtong helped him onto the sofa and said nonchalantly, “It’s just ten million dollars. If you like it that much, I’ll call in the company’s technicians and have it restored so perfectly that not a single flaw can be seen. What’s there to panic about? Our Qian Biotech adhesive isn’t just for show—even if you lost a hand, I could stick it back on.”

“Broken is broken. Even if you fix it, it’s not the same anymore.”

Qian Dai felt heartbroken. After all, he was a die-hard fan of the ancient Egyptian historical figure Ramesses II.

After seeing the pharaoh’s actual mummy, he had become completely obsessed.

To prove his devotion as a true fan, he had spent a fortune to win that pottery bowl at auction.

From time to time, he would take it out just to admire it, expressing his respect for his idol.

“Dad, you should believe in the power of technology—it can do anything. There’s nothing that can’t be restored.”

Technology and money were the only two things Miss Money believed in. With them, nothing was impossible.

“Daughter, no matter how advanced technology becomes, no matter how much money you have, some things, once lost, can never be recovered. You’re still young—you don’t understand. When you meet someone truly important to you, you will. People often only realize what matters most after they’ve lost it.”

Qian Dai suddenly grew sentimental, thinking of his wife who had died while traveling in South America, filling him with regret.

If only he had set aside his work back then and accompanied her… she wouldn’t have died alone in a foreign land.