I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2059 - 1331: Am I Not Beautiful?

A classic example of softness conquering hardness.

The days in Shen Zhou weren't wasted after all.

Yet how did she wind up back in Korea?

Boss Jiang saw no point in dwelling on such minor details.

Her professional life centered in Shen Zhou, but Korea remained her native land.

What's so unusual about heading back home?

Never assume that a straightforward person can be easily toyed with.

Even rabbits lash out when pushed too far.

Every mild-mannered individual has a limit they'll reach someday.

Right now, Jin Zhuxuan radiated exactly that kind of vibe.

She'd ventured from home to build her path in Shen Zhou, enduring two full years filled with countless days and nights. Sure, one person had honored their word, shielding her work and prospects from every angle.

Still, she's a woman, not a man!

At heart, women are beings driven by feelings. Outside a handful of outliers, most lack that fierce ambition for success, so beyond job backing, they crave affection too.

And what about Boss Jiang's approach?

He stayed purely businesslike, nothing like those sleazy Korean tycoons, free of any unwanted advances, and until now, their encounters could be tallied on one hand.

Step into her position, and you'd see how tough it's been for her to stay silent all this time.

Just look at that emotional query she voiced before.

Does she truly fall so short?

"Splash..."

Jin Zhuxuan hadn't planned any real action, but in this setting, she scooped up some warm pool water in her palms and lightly tossed it toward Jiang Chen. She saw herself as one of the attendants here—despite her inexperience and clumsy moves, she poured her full effort into the service.

Boss Jiang in the tub felt far from relaxed, let alone thrilled.

The usually soft and compliant Jin Zhuxuan had switched to this "bold" mode, a shift that left him unprepared and flustered.

No denying it.

This had to stem from Xu Kuan and Xing Jie's influence.

She wasn't like the enchanting Fujiwara Reiki with her vast influence.

As her boss, he refused to let an artist under him take the reins, so Jiang Chen aimed to seize back command, speaking in a deep, commanding tone.

"Xing Jie and Xu Kuan will face heavy punishment."

What a lack of gallantry.

In this clearly personal exchange between them, he resorted to outside pressure.

Wasn't that exploiting her mild nature?

The soft hands kneading his shoulders halted for a second, then resumed their rhythm as if she'd settled on a choice, acting like nothing had changed.

"Oh."

Oh?

What did that oh signify?

Was it really ending there?

In a standard storyline, wouldn't she rush into a frantic plea for mercy?

Jiang Chen hadn't anticipated this, so after a brief pause, he ramped up the threat: "I’ll force them out of Seoul, and you’ll never see them again."

"Oh."

Another indifferent oh escaped the one at his back, showing zero reaction or concern.

This left Boss Jiang feeling rather... embarrassed.

A blunder.

Or perhaps underestimating the situation.

In the end, no woman proves simple to handle.

"What's done is done. Even if I walk away now, it won’t erase the ‘errors’ of Mr. Xu and Mr. Xing in Mr. Jiang’s view, so I won’t betray them or waste their efforts."

Why did her resolve sound even stronger?

Betray.

Efforts.

Jiang Chen felt utterly stumped, avoiding the image of those sleazy tycoons, yet here he was, cast as the villain they both opposed?

"You’re certain you won’t go?"

Time to drop the indirect tactics.

No words returned from behind, just steady motions that spoke volumes.

Strangely, after some practice, she settled in, her motions flowing better, and her hands heated up, losing that initial chill.

"You’ll get reassigned to Korea shortly then."

Jiang Chen dropped his final blow.

Still banking on her yielding temperament.

Against a fiercer, bolder type, he wouldn’t worry about getting strangled.

"Even if Mr. Jiang kills me, I won’t depart today!"

Jin Zhuxuan pronounced each syllable with fierce resolve, baring her unyielding spirit. Stepping into this space had already pushed her boundaries. Fueled by someone's stirring words, her feelings surged beyond control, driving her to give everything.

She pulled back her hand, grabbed a nearby container, extracted some mystery vial, and spread its contents over Jiang Chen’s back, drawing nearer this time, their skin brushing, with fleeting hints of soft, yielding warmth and bounce against him.

With every tactic exhausted, Jiang Chen dropped the tough front, his voice turning gentle.

"Have you forgotten the reason you first agreed to come away with me from this place?"

Jin Zhuxuan stayed quiet, seemingly absorbed in her work.

"Wasn’t it to flee this kind of sleaze and rot, so why choose it willingly now..."

Jiang Chen sought to jog her memory, but she cut him off sharply.

"Because I want to."

Unyielding determination.

A striking force.

Exactly.

The gap between choosing freely and being pushed into it.

Like what Boss Jiang had stressed to Xu Kuan and Xing Jie just before.

Opting to serve and perform here on your own terms, versus being forced to serve and perform, marks a vast divide, right?

The sensations on his back sharpened and deepened, but Jiang Chen somehow held his cool.

"I don’t want this kind of payback from you, and you owe nothing to anyone; you’ve already brought gains to the firm."

Boss Jiang took her words as thanks, but he’d gotten it wrong.

"I’m not paying back any debt!"

She declared it plainly.

"Clunk."

Water surged upward.

Waves radiated outward.

Boss Jiang didn’t need to glance back; she’d slipped into the pool on her own.

The water wasn’t deep, reaching midway up a person, and with Jiang Chen seated, the heat lapped right at his chest.

Jin Zhuxuan sloshed forward through the liquid, positioning herself before Jiang Chen, droplets glistening on her flawless features, resembling a flower bathed in morning mist.

Jiang Chen froze.

Not captivated by her looks, but stunned by her daring.

We all have times when we reject our usual selves.

Or put differently.

Times when we yearn to heed our deepest desires.

Jin Zhuxuan lifted her hand, undoing the band holding her hair for easier work, flinging it away casually, watching it drift down into the water, then she shook out her locks, her raven tresses swirling through the humid air, weaving an enchanting scene.

Sodden from the wet, the thin gown hugged her form, which had little coverage to start with, now even less, letting Jiang Chen glimpse her creamy complexion, the bold curves, and... the shape of her lingerie beneath.

Gazes met.

The instant stretched eternally.

Damp locks trailed down softly, like drizzle on her finely chiseled collarbones, and the fearless figure, revealing her charms, edged closer, stirring circles in the water around her.

"Mr. Jiang, am I not attractive?"