I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2058 - 1330: I Can Hear It_2

True symmetry is what perfectly matches the essence of natural allure.

"Sir, your body is absolutely flawless."

The female manager offered her expected compliment without surprise. If she could have gently touched him as if by accident, it would have suited the moment even better, yet her role's sly elegance held her back from such a move.

Ever since Lanxin Hotel rebranded, it was uncommon for both owners to show up together just to greet one visitor.

Once the shirt was off, the female manager got down on her knees, positioning herself under Jiang Chen's legs, and started assisting with his trousers.

That's right.

On her knees.

Hadn't he vowed not to act like some big shot?

In that position, her heel rose from the red sole of her high heels, exposing a foot wrapped in gray silk, where a seam like a shrimp's curve ran from the bottom, tracing up her alluring calf before vanishing into her tight skirt.

Fine.

The trousers were removed as well.

Just the underwear left now.

The female manager carefully folded the garments and set them on her bent thigh; remarkably, the assistance continued beyond that.

Still kneeling below him, she tilted her head up and raised her hand, appearing ready to help Boss Jiang strip completely.

Though he wasn't some wide-eyed novice, exposing himself so openly to a stranger felt off to Boss Jiang.

After all, casual wasn't his style.

"No need for that."

He stated firmly.

The female manager followed his wish without pushing back, clutching the clothes as she rose to her feet at last.

"Please hold on a moment, sir."

Moments later.

Images began scrolling across the massive hanging TV screen, one after another, each showing height, weight, body stats, and age in clear detail.

Including.

Even their alma mater.

This setup beat having everyone introduce themselves in person by a mile.

"Seoul University? Really?"

Jiang Chen glanced at the big screen and asked aloud.

Seoul University.

Korea's premier institution.

It's the ultimate "Dragon Gate" that every Korean aspires to cross.

For average Koreans chasing a better life, there's really just one shot: hit the books hard, excel in the cutthroat exams, and land a spot at a top university.

To draw a rough parallel.

Imagine dropping by a club for some downtime, only to learn the masseuse holds a degree from Huaqing Jing University—what a twist that would be?

"Sir must be teasing; I'd never mislead you. Every detail up there is spot-on accurate. Sure, a Seoul University degree doesn't always mean big bucks, but we make certain no one here gets shortchanged."

As expected from a manager, her words flowed sharp and precise, hitting the mark without fluff.

Why grind through studies anyway?

All for a shot at a richer, fuller life.

Top grads often land in massive corporations, with only a handful slipping into government roles.

Either way, they're just workhorses.

So, what's the real gain?

"You pick."

The flood of options dazed him; Jiang Chen had no patience to sift through them all.

"Just a second, sir."

She hadn't anticipated getting picked herself; usually, managers don't handle this personally, but exceptions call for special handling.

Still, with Boss Jiang showing no spark of interest, she wouldn't press the issue—unlike that Japanese Miss Fujiwara, who might hawk herself more aggressively.

The elegant female manager bowed out with proper respect.

Jiang Chen slipped off the underwear, stepped into the heated pool, first splashing water on his face, then reclining against the side, draping his arms over the edge, savoring the warm embrace on his skin as he shut his eyes.

He hadn't glanced at the clock, but surely little time had elapsed.

Stirrings echoed in the opulent space.

A woman slipped in, though how long she'd lingered was unclear, her gaze fixed on the bare back at the pool's edge, a touch of nerves evident, lugging a compact case as she edged closer to the water.

No hello offered.

Didn't they say you needed to pass a screening to start working here?

Did this industry have its share of shortcuts too?

Of course, Jiang Chen wasn't dozing; he simply saw no reason to peek, but the footfalls suggested just a single arrival.

Hold on.

Why entertain those notions?

Hadn't multiple attendants been the plan?

"Thunk."

The case hit the floor.

Soon after, soft, silky hands made contact with Jiang Chen's back.

Straight into the massage, no warm-up?

Not even a quick intro on her number or hometown like Seoul, Busan, or Daegu?

Though it added up.

This wasn't your average cheap spa joint.

What would the elite even bother with such trivia?

Her touch carried a chill.

And that wasn't the main issue.

To his surprise, Jiang Chen sensed the fingers gliding over his back quivering faintly, and the strokes lacked any real skill.

This went beyond beginner jitters.

With nerves this raw, she plainly wasn't cut out for this gig yet.

"First shift today?"

Jiang Chen kept his eyes shut.

The manager would never risk it.

He suspected Xu Kuan might be pulling strings, letting her train on him.

"..."

Quiet fell.

When serving VIPs, knowing silence's place is key, but ignoring a direct question from a guest screams rudeness.

"Call in a replacement."

Jiang Chen stayed calm; no point bullying a mere "technician"—his ask was fair enough.

"Does something feel off? Want me to press harder?"

At the mention of swapping, panic hit, and she finally broke her silence.

The voice from behind carried warm breath near his neck; Jiang Chen's eyes flew open, though he held still without turning.

Certain lines hadn't been crossed irreversibly; wiggle room lingered.

Like facing a robber—you avoid locking eyes to keep options open.

"Get someone else."

Jiang Chen restated.

"I'm staying put."

A flicker of defiance emerged from her, hands still shaky but now pushing firmer; her moves were rough around the edges, yet her effort rang true—she meant business.

"Ridiculous!"

Jiang Chen muttered lowly, "Xing Jie or Xu Kuan—who set this up? Get them here now!"

"This has zero to do with Mr. Xu or anyone; I'm here by choice."

Spotting his irritation, the technician's tone turned meek fast, "Mr. Jiang, am I... really that awful?"

Hard to tell if she meant her skills.

Or more.

Wait.

Not even the manager knew Boss Jiang's full story—how would a tech like her know to call him "Mr. Jiang"?

Right then, Boss Jiang likely felt frozen; lingering in the pool felt wrong, rising up even worse.

Remember, he was nude save for swim trunks.

Purely his preference.

Going fully exposed would've cranked the awkwardness higher.

"This isn't your spot."

"And what about you, Mr. Jiang? Does it belong to you?"

Even a gentle lamb, when dug in, clings tight.

Caught in this bind, Jiang Chen truly drew a blank.

"What's your angle here?"

"No angle at all."

A steady, melodic reply drifted from behind, "I only want to show Mr. Jiang that I can match any other woman—and top them too."

Huh.

Her grip tightened once more.

But massaging demands more than raw strength.

"Hand me my towel."

Jiang Chen commanded quietly.

"Too soon; we've barely started."

After working his back a bit longer, those delicate hands slid over his shoulders, inching toward Boss Jiang's chest.

Her dedication to service was top-notch.

Yet her boldness pushed past what Boss Jiang could stomach.

"Jin Zhuxuan!"

Amid the misty warmth, those refined features, mesmerizing gaze, and sharp nose—now kneeling devotedly behind Jiang Chen in full service mode—belonged to none other than Korea's ex-goddess of beauty.

Whether from the steam or another cause, that iconic look, still inspiring Korea's beauty spots everywhere, bore a vivid flush, radiant and enticing.

Heavens above.

She'd not only hauled in a case but swapped into a strapless frock of sheer chiffon, pale as clouds with subtle green hints, teasingly veiled yet sophisticated, blending timeless grace with subtle seduction.

"Mr. Jiang, no need to shout."

She murmured gently.

"I hear you fine."