I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping

"Snap!"

The waves of the hips rolled.

Bright and shining, it mesmerized the soul.

You can ignore your own health, but you can’t disregard the safety of others, so Jiang Chen let go.

Yet as Shi Qianxi got out of bed naked, he slapped her buttocks with precision and force.

Clothed, it wasn’t obvious, but this lady’s hips were particularly full, curving outwards. According to an old saying from his hometown, Sha City, such a figure is excellent for childbearing.

Shi Qianxi glanced back angrily, daring to be angry but not speak up. Clearly she’d put on a show of offering herself, yet now she blushed and hurriedly bent down to pick up her personal clothes from the floor, putting them on piece by piece in front of a certain someone.

Taking off clothes is a pleasure.

Actually watching a woman put on clothes is just as enjoyable.

Missing the undressing process due to a faint last night, now a certain person leisurely leaned back on the bed, calmly watching her fasten the back of her bra.

The pink rose color in this era doesn’t represent purity but... seduction~

"What are you staring at? Never seen before? Go shower."

The cheeks were so tender, you could still see the palm marks left by a certain someone.

After putting on her bra, Shi Qianxi turned around to scold.

Look.

After "sleeping together," things were different; her attitude drastically changed.

Jiang Chen wasn’t bitter against society, couldn’t blame anyone but himself; long-term perseverance eventually met a setback, his efforts lost in vain.

"You’re not going to shower?"

While asking, his gaze candidly traced her body’s contours from top to bottom and back again.

Reached this stage.

Still pretending to be coy.

"I showered last night."

Shi Qianxi turned around, just now it was surely mere discomfort, not real shyness, she was unconcerned about her precious figure being entirely exposed before him.

"Compared to Li Shuru how do you fare?"

"You’re paler, but she has abs."

I indeed am an honest person.

"I have them too!"

Shi Qianxi gestured, then strived to tighten her stomach revealing her not very defined abs; generally slim people show some muscles, but Li Shuru’s abs were the result of years of training, incomparable.

Shi Qianxi’s childish act amused Jiang Chen, in such moments, making the best out of a bad situation was the only option.

"I see, you have four, but she has eight."

After speaking, he pulled down the quilt, got out of bed, and walked into the bathroom.

"Tch, high standards you’ve got!"

Shi Qianxi lowered her head, looking at her own smooth and flat abdomen, avoiding falling into self-depletive thinking.

No one is perfect in this world; Li Shuru is a dance student, her body slightly better than hers, what can’t be accepted?

When Jiang Chen finished showering and came out in a bathrobe, he found medical staff waiting in the outer room.

Shi Qianxi certainly wouldn’t be embarrassed since she was already dressed neatly.

"Mr. Jiang, we need to take your blood."

Glancing at the self-assertive Shi Qianxi, although knowing that Fujiwara Reiki, that wicked woman, wouldn’t truly poison him, he didn’t reject Shi Qianxi’s kindness and cooperated with the medical staff for the blood draw.

After the medical staff left with the blood sample, breakfast was delivered.

The man and woman whose relationship started anew today sat at the table nonchalantly.

"What do you plan to do?"

Shi Qianxi asked.

When people are happy, their spirit is rejuvenated.

She didn’t wear makeup, appearing natural, but her face was radiant as if nurtured.

Clearly.

Internal feelings can indeed influence the external.

"What?"

Jiang Chen instantly grew cautious, was she going to press him now?

"That female devil."

Upon hearing, Jiang Chen relaxed, judging others’ intentions with a suspicious mind.

"Aren’t you friends with her? Why would she poison you?"

What must come will surely come.

Sleeping unconscious one night doesn’t allow you to escape.

But somehow.

The perspective shifted.

In a heartbeat, Jiang Chen actually felt he should thank that wicked woman, even though clueless about her purpose, she nonetheless provided him with vast "operational space."

"I’m pondering that too."

A certain person deliberately furrowed their brow, a look of serious bewilderment.

"What is there to think about? Just bring her in and directly ask." Shi Qianxi said casually while sipping porridge.

"Bring? Evidence? She’s not an ordinary civilian." Jiang Chen replied earnestly.

"She poisoned you, yet you still want to shield her?"

Shi Qianxi commented discreetly.

Jiang Chen naturally maintained high-level acting, "Her status is extraordinary, this time she came to Shen Zhou for discussing significant cooperation, can’t jeopardize everything over a trivial matter..."

"Trivial matter?"

Shi Qianxi interrupted, "Do you need to be poisoned to death to be considered a major issue? Doesn’t matter, honestly tell me, what’s your relationship with her."

This talk, better be sound ignored.

To truly confess would be careless, not straightforwardness.

Urgent matters require expedient actions.

Jiang Chen indeed always adhered to honesty, but occasionally, bending the rules might be permissible.

Compared to a painful truth, why not opt for a well-meaning lie?

"Relationship of interest."

The fully matured certain person said seriously and earnestly, "You know about last time’s capital war between Shen Zhou and Japanese, she is the bridge between Shen Zhou and Japanese, Shen Zhou’s spokesperson in Japanese."

Shi Qianxi stared into his eyes, asking in a calm, indifferent tone, not easily arousing suspicion, "Other than that, you and she really have no personal ties?"

Facing such a question, whether admitting or denying, wouldn’t dispel the other’s suspicion, so Jiang Chen directly jumped from the trap.

"Do you know who she is?"

Shi Qianxi nodded, "I’ve heard of the Fujiwara Family, one of Japanese’s top financial groups, and she introduced herself last night."

"There’s an identity she definitely didn’t introduce."

"What?"

"She’s engaged to Japanese’s Prince Wataru Tetsuya, essentially the Crown Princess."

Confronted with Shi Qianxi’s astonished expression, Jiang Chen leisurely replied, "If you don’t believe, you can check; there should be news reports on this."

The so-called "having a clear conscience," mostly resembles this.

Princess.

This identity conveys a wealth of information, surpassing countless words.

No matter how amorous, couldn’t possibly mess around with a royal lady, right?

Ultimately, Shi Qianxi indeed possessed principles, her imagination limited.

"Alas, what a pity."

She sighed softly, "Although she’s Japanese, admittedly, she is the most alluring woman I’ve ever seen."

Jiang Chen remained unfazed, his dignified expression akin to the day he first wore a red scarf, swearing under the red flag.

"In the face of our nation’s great revival, what significance does a mere woman have?"

Shi Qianxi gazed at him, her eyes flickering, then lightly nodded.

"You truly are a good comrade for accomplishing great things."