I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2069 - 1337: Fairy Tale

"If you want to stand next to the sun, then you’re in the wrong place; the sun should be to the north."

Jiang Chen quipped with a light-hearted jest.

Northward from South Korea, a plump "Golden Sun" truly exists.

"Oppa～"

Zhu Xuan cast a glance his way, nothing forced about it, yet this effortless allure proved the most enchanting.

Right then, Jiang Chen found himself admiring her outlook—perpetually upbeat and hopeful, offering her companions comfort and encouragement. Plenty of young women in similar spots might simply break down in tears.

"Who was the Junxiang you were talking about just now?"

Jiang Chen gazed down at the flowing Han River below.

"Oppa understands Korean?"

Surprise lit up Zhu Xuan's face.

"I don’t understand it."

Confusion crossed Zhu Xuan's expression as she eyed him.

"But the pronunciation of your names isn’t much different from Chinese."

Realization dawned on Zhu Xuan.

"Oh, Junxiang Oppa grew up with me. We used to live in Lihua Cave, but later he moved. He’s also an idol and works at the same company as Xuejing."

She provided a thorough account.

"Is he the one you said you liked before?"

Boss Jiang possessed a sharp memory and acute insight, as always.

"Yes."

Zhu Xuan confessed without pause or evasion, and promptly added more.

"My affection for Junxiang Oppa is different from the way I like you, Oppa."

Jiang Chen gave a nod, his eyes peacefully fixed on the Han River.

"I also have a childhood friend."

"I know."

"You know?"

"Mr. Luo mentioned it. Miss Fang."

A gentle river wind swept past, drawing a subtle smile from Jiang Chen.

Luo Peng sure loved to chat freely.

"So, Oppa also likes Miss Fang?"

Zhu Xuan cocked her head, posing the question.

Her choice of "like" left the exact nature ambiguous, yet it posed a tricky dilemma.

Noticing his quietness, Zhu Xuan kindly shifted her attention and rested against the railing.

"I’m sorry, Oppa."

"Why apologize?"

Jiang Chen replied in a soft tone.

"How could you not like someone you grew up with?"

The meaning sharpened into focus.

The "like" she referred to was surely an innocent sort.

"Oppa, you and Miss Fang are really good; even growing up didn’t change that. You can still be together."

A strange vibe emerged.

How had the talk shifted to his own life without warning?

Still, the usually alert fellow stayed oblivious.

He let out a quiet laugh, his tone warm.

"How could there not be changes? Everyone changes when they grow up, unless they always live in their childhood."

"Does Oppa regret growing up?"

Beneath the bridge, the glittering Han River stretched out, where vehicles and illuminations blended with the starry sky and moon above, painting a fantastical scene of vibrant hues.

Jiang Chen grew quiet.

Such a query held little real weight.

After all, maturing happens beyond anyone's control.

Regret simply doesn't apply.

It's akin to favoring daylight over darkness; they alternate regardless of preference.

Yet if forced to pick between remaining a kid or advancing to adulthood,

Would he opt for immense authority, endless riches, or the recollection of that bold girl declaring, "Jiang Chen, if you don’t go home now, Auntie will have dinner ready, and Uncle Jiang will smack you if you’re late again"?

The choice seemed plain for all to see.

"If there were a superpower user who could help people travel through time back to the past, I’d definitely find them."

Zhu Xuan appeared startled.

This manner of response.

Felt utterly.

Fresh.

With a grin, she cheekily declared, "In that case, could Oppa take me with you?"

"Then you’ll have to be able to afford a time travel check."

Zhu Xuan laughed lightly, her gaze twinkling as she regarded Jiang Chen.

At last, Boss Jiang started grasping her true self, much like she was piecing together a fuller picture of her hidden longtime admiration.

Folks often say separation breeds allure.

Just as with idols and their admirers, keeping space is key.

For without it, illusions shatter, revealing flaws like facial blemishes, and the magic fades.

But.

Zhu Xuan studied his nearby profile intently.

Why did her fondness for him keep deepening?

"Staring at someone like that, wouldn’t that be a bit rude?"

Jiang Chen acted as if he had eyes on his temple.

Zhu Xuan showed no embarrassment, refusing to look away, her head still angled.

"Does Oppa get shy?"

The query seemed tough to tackle once more.

Though she had no plans for a reply, she pressed on,

"Oppa is more handsome than those actor idols."

Despite his self-assurance, even he sensed a touch of bashfulness now.

Truth be told, his success never hinged on appearance.

"More handsome than your Junxiang Oppa?"

"Yep!"

Zhu Xuan affirmed promptly and firmly, brushing back the strands of hair the wind had tossed across her face, "Oppa is the most handsome!"

In this instant, that Junxiang Oppa might yearn to revisit his youth too.

Amid the sweeping views of Korea's ideals of beauty, Boss Jiang surveyed the river with poise, exuding depth and elegance.

"You’re not the first to say that."

Zhu Xuan let out a merry giggle, her lively eyes and pearly smile lighting up her vibrant, youthful features like a blossoming bloom.

After lingering in the wind for some time, the pair strolled back over the Han River Bridge, slipped into the vehicle, and headed once more to Lihua Cave.

"Goodbye, Oppa."

Yesterday, he had dodged with a vague "next time for sure," and today Zhu Xuan skipped inviting him in. Seasoned in the world of showbiz, she knew well the arts of politeness.

Zhu Xuan stepped out by herself, thoughtfully avoiding any pressure, until a hesitant call rang out.

"Is that Zhu Xuan?"

Up ahead.

Grandma had emerged to discard the garbage.

Beneath the faint glow of the streetlamp, Zhu Xuan quickly called back, "Grandma."

Now, Boss Jiang, remaining in the car, confronted a delicate moment. By Shen Zhou customs, staying seated in the vehicle here would come off as rather impolite.