I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2061: 1333: Oppa

“Are you feeling nervous?”

Jiang Chen felt himself calming down more and more.

Liking someone isn't something to be ashamed of.

Having someone like you is no different.

Besides, the events have already taken place; dodging them won't make things disappear.

“I’m not nervous.”

Hmm.

She's still quite obstinate.

Jiang Chen appeared to overlook the fidgety hands she gripped tightly at her sides.

Perched at the bar counter, he motioned to the stool next to him, “Take a seat.”

“No, I prefer to stand.”

Jiang Chen couldn't suppress a light laugh.

“I’m not about to devour anybody.”

Women.

They really are peculiar beings.

Regardless of the moment, even after they've erred or crossed a line, they somehow always come off as the wronged party.

Jiang Chen let out a quiet sigh inside, then remarked, “You were occupied for quite a while earlier; don't you feel parched?”

Zhu Xuan froze for a second before dropping her gaze once more. At last, she gradually lifted her hand and removed her mask.

“Sit down.”

Jiang Chen said it again.

Zhu Xuan gripped the mask tightly, inching toward the bar counter bit by bit, pausing before sitting as she murmured, “This was my first time trying that…”

“I’m aware.”

Jiang Chen nodded steadily, “An experienced person wouldn't have applied such intense pressure.”

Though even the finest cosmetic surgeon might spot no imperfections to alter, the refined features clearly showed a flush of red.

To be frank.

You couldn't fault those tycoons.

With such captivating allure, who could resist taking a taste?

“I’ll put in more effort next time.”

Zhu Xuan stated while settling onto the tall stool.

Boss Jiang nearly sputtered on his water, responding with a mix of amusement, “You believe there’ll be a next time?”

As an entertainer, instead of concentrating on advancing her profession, she's pondering these matters.

Zhu Xuan grasped the transparent glass with both hands, quietly dipping her head to sip the water.

“How is your friend doing?”

Jiang Chen shifted the conversation.

“You mean Xuejing?”

Despite her fame as a star in Korea, Boss Jiang hadn't committed her name to memory.

“The one who asked for your assistance.”

Zhu Xuan gazed at her employer and savior, her eyes filled with appreciation.

She hadn't anticipated him recalling such a minor detail.

Naturally.

For minor performers like them, it was a matter of survival.

“As per Mr. Jiang’s guidance, I reached out to Prosecutor Che, and afterward, Mr. Xu and Mr. Xing learned of the situation too. Xuejing is safe now, and nobody can harm her further.”

Jiang Chen nodded without a word.

All at once, Zhu Xuan rose to her feet, turned toward Jiang Chen, and bent in a profound bow close to ninety degrees.

“Thank you, Mr. Jiang, on behalf of Xuejing!”

Jiang Chen brushed it off with a soft chuckle, “Didn't you already make it up to me?”

Zhu Xuan stood straight, her face blooming red like peach blossoms, though she acted composed, staring straight into Jiang Chen’s eyes without backing down.

Jiang Chen held her stare.

“What I did earlier wasn't payment. I did it simply because I like you, Mr. Jiang.”

As though clarifying.

And underscoring it.

Love is indeed a wondrous force; it renders one vulnerable yet bold at the same time.

“Alright, you've been in Shen Zhou for ages, but you haven't lost your Korean ways. With Prosecutor Che informed about the incident, he'll certainly deal with it justly for your friend.”

“As long as Xuejing breaks free and avoids more suffering, that’s all we want.”

Jiang Chen stayed quiet.

No surprise Korea boasts the world's lowest birth rate these days.

If even stars endure such modesty, what prospects remain for regular folks?

“Yes, you've toiled plenty yourself; head home and relax.”

Exerting herself bodily for more than an hour surely drained her, yet Jiang Chen misjudged the stamina of Korean performers. From their training periods, he knew they routinely drilled for ten hours a day.

“I’m not worn out.”

Zhu Xuan answered, then kept sipping her water. Drawing from his extensive background, Boss Jiang readily grasped the hidden intent.

It’s not regarding fatigue.

It’s plainly “I don’t intend to go.”

“Since you rarely return, why not linger longer with your relatives?”

Young women require a bit of dignity; though Boss Jiang’s nudge to depart was gentle, its message rang clear.

“Me, heading back by myself?”

Mr. Jiang was mildly surprised.

What’s her implication?

If not solo, then accompanied by others?

Zhu Xuan clutching her glass, peeked at the expansive floor-to-ceiling window revealing the night sky, whispering gently, “It’s gotten dark.”

“…”

Foolish.

Dim-witted.

Clumsy.

Without doubt.

The evening has fallen; as a refined man, how could he send a lady off alone?

Particularly when she’s an adored star surrounded by throngs of admirers.

This isn’t tied to Korea’s security levels, just a question of propriety.

Does Boss Jiang possess sophistication?

The response is absolutely affirmative.

Furthermore.

He serves as her superior.

Yet for courtesy’s sake, and to prevent impropriety, he double-checked, “I’ll take you back.”

Zhu Xuan swiveled her head, let out a faint “Mm”, and beneath the brilliant illumination, her cheeks glowed vividly red, far lovelier than any bloom.

Jiang Chen pondered briefly, then rose promptly without delay.

“Let’s head out.”

No point in prolonging it.

Any hold-up would make the night even later.

Zhu Xuan slipped the mask back on and trailed after him down the stairs compliantly.

In truth, the hour isn’t advanced yet, merely around eight at night, a prime moment when numerous professionals might have wrapped up their grueling shifts and now flock to taverns to release the day’s tensions.