I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2062: 1333: Oppa_2

The hotel-provided vehicle, a Genesis G90 often called the South Korean Bentley, served as a classic ride for chaebols and appeared regularly in films and dramas, radiating a subtle yet ostentatious vibe of riches and influence.

With respect, the driver pulled open the door.

Jiang Chen guided Jin Zhuxuan inside the vehicle.

Damn.

Isn’t this just a chaebol setup?!

Surprisingly, Jin Zhuxuan’s residence wasn’t located in the upscale Gangnam area of Seoul, but rather in the more historic Jongno District’s Lihua Cave.

That said.

How could someone from wealth end up as a hard-working trainee? Prior to her rise to fame, Jin Zhuxuan’s family ranked among Seoul’s everyday homes.

Through the bustling traffic, the Genesis G90 crossed over the Han River Bridge.

“Do you want to head back to Korea?”

Jiang Chen shattered the quiet inside the car.

“Is Mr. Jiang planning to push me away?”

Jiang Chen responded steadily, “I brought you to Shen Zhou earlier since the timing wasn’t ideal. But now, as you’ve witnessed, pursuing your career here holds no barriers; this is your home turf, after all. Plus, your hard work from recent years won’t be lost. The best approach to gain the most is by tapping into markets and assets from both places.”

From a boss’s neutral viewpoint, Jiang Chen’s advice stayed impartial, yet she probably wouldn’t interpret it so plainly.

He should have brought it up in a casual spot. Following their private hour-plus at the spa and that confusing talk, it was natural for suspicions to arise.

“And if I refuse? What then for Mr. Jiang?”

Jin Zhuxuan nibbled her lip, her fingers on her knees knotting tightly.

She realized her daring move could cost her.

Yet.

No regrets filled her.

Sister Wan Qing had nailed it.

Life isn’t a film script.

No one peers into your real heart.

When you genuinely care for another, voice it without fear.

Getting turned down isn’t humiliating.

It at least delivers closure and clarity.

Letting emotions linger silent until they vanish—that’s the real tragedy and sorrow.

First flushing pink, then her gaze misted over, Jin Zhuxuan gripped her fists, dropped her sight, bracing for dismissal to Korea after irking Mr. Jiang.

Grown-ups must own their choices, right?

“If that’s your wish, then drop it.”

Jin Zhuxuan had silently urged herself to hold firm, but his reply blindsided her.

…Drop it?

Was he truly just bargaining with her, a minor entertainer?

Slowly raising her chin, Jin Zhuxuan stared in disbelief.

“Why the red eyes? Feeling unwell?”

Jiang Chen inquired, caught off guard.

Jin Zhuxuan denied with a shake, as fear and gloom washed over her like tides before pulling back, giving way to a subtle… joy and thrill she couldn’t name.

“I’ll follow whatever oppa decides.”

Stunned, Jiang Chen pondered if his ears deceived him.

“What was that call?”

Jin Zhuxuan dipped her head.

“Oppa.”

She said it again, and this time, her voice carried even more emphasis.

Though his Korean knowledge was slim and his Japanese barely more, Jiang Chen grasped “oppa.”

It matched “gege” from Chinese.

A polite way for women to address men a touch older.

Yet it went beyond basics.

Typically, it signaled closeness between guys and girls.

Jiang Chen stayed quiet for moments, then questioned, “Your age this year?”

“Twenty-four, oppa.”

“…”

Korean idols launch young.

They begin training as teens, after all.

Youth fuels their shine.

Unlike Shen Zhou stars, who hit strides in their thirties.

At twenty-four, she truly fell younger than him, so oppa fit.

“Is that okay for me to say?”

Jin Zhuxuan sought approval timidly.

Is it okay?

Haven’t I said it already?

Jiang Chen chuckled inwardly; it was merely a nickname, nothing extreme. Denying it would seem cold.

“…Sure.”

“Got it, Oppa.”

Jin Zhuxuan lit up right away, even if her style and looks leaned cooler than sugary or adorable.

See.

True purity in women? Rare find.

Lots of vintage homes in Lihua Cave turned into artist havens, these spots climbing the hill in neat rows, full of charm and old-world feel. I’d bet plenty of scenes from shows and movies got filmed in these lanes.

She told the driver to halt; they’d reached the spot. Jin Zhuxuan held back from exiting, instead facing her Oppa.

“Oppa, care to drop by my home for a spell?”

Jiang Chen eyed the modest two-level yard ahead, replying without pause, “Perhaps later.”

This “perhaps later” in Chinese often signals a polite no.

It echoes “definitely next time.”

Jin Zhuxuan, after time in Shen Zhou, didn’t catch every subtle twist. Chinese runs deepest among languages, no contest.

“Fine, Oppa, take care.”

Thus, she grinned while saying goodbye, swung the door wide to step out, probably still hoping for that future chance.

After shutting it, she lingered by the car, sending waves his way.

The chaebol’s ride eased away from this timeless road.

Jin Zhuxuan remained rooted, tracking the car until it vanished in the dark, then she let loose. At last, she pumped her fist high in victory.

“Yes! Jin Zhuxuan, you pulled it off!”

Should fans witness this, their image of her would shatter.

Where’s the icy, breathtaking goddess aura?

“Whew…”

Jin Zhuxuan drew in a long breath, needing time to settle her racing heart. With feelings in check, she started toward the house.

“Home now.”

The place might be aged, but it felt warm and inviting. Crossing the yard, she nudged the door open, finding more than just family inside.

“Zhuxuan.”

The youth conversing with the Jin folks rose swiftly, nearing 1.8 meters with silver locks. Naturally, unlike Cynthia’s effortless grace, his was deliberate. Tall yet slim, his face held fine details, even sporting studs in his lobes. Spot him, and any admirer’s pulse would race wild.

“Oppa.”

Jin Zhuxuan greeted, mixing surprise and a smile, yet clearly not like with the other.

How to describe it.

It missed that special spark.

Oppa to one, Oppa to another—not identical.

In contrast, this one’s face, more lovely than most women’s, brimmed with astonishment.

“Zhuxuan, seeing you is wonderful.”

Acting as if the grown-ups vanished.

The seniors pretended oblivious, faces neutral, like nothing registered.