I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2137 - 1371: Dynamic Parameter Analysis Report (Second Update)

At that moment, Jiang Chen realized Li Shuru had risen, planting a gentle kiss on his forehead prior to leaving for her job.

A truly uncommon display of bold determination.

The most burdensome favor comes from a stunning woman.

Naturally, to ease his girlfriend's concerns, Boss Jiang exerted himself fully and shelled out a hefty toll.

Fortune smiled on him since he's still in his prime.

Should it be a fellow in his thirties or forties, the medical exam that day could have left him utterly drained.

No need for the Golden Throat remedy, yet when it came to skill, Li Shuru far outshone Shi Qianxi. Living under one roof for years meant they were essentially spouses, minus the official document.

Worn out, Jiang Chen kept dozing after Li Shuru departed, until a door rap jolted him awake near midday.

"Bro, you still lazing in bed? Better look after your well-being."

The knocker turned out to be Martial Saint, the youngster lingering at the entrance with a knowing glint in his gaze.

What was that old proverb again?

Distance sharpens affection.

Even without reaching adulthood, he grasped the essentials.

"Quit the nap, lunch awaits, and we've got company."

Then the boy spun around and dashed below, cutting his words short.

Company?

Jiang Chen felt a jolt of surprise yet shrugged it off. He freshened up swiftly, threw on some attire, and descended to spot Martial Saint sprawled solo on the couch, fiddling with his device.

Approaching, Jiang Chen noticed the ongoing conversation. He smoothly snatched the phone from the lad's rear.

"What’s this you’re up to?"

Martial Saint sprang to his feet right away.

"What’s got you grinning like that in this chat?"

Ignoring any notion of personal privacy, Jiang Chen boldly peered at the screen, discovering it made no sense to him.

For the messages brimmed with strange symbols, appearing to be... Japanese?

"Bro, you won’t get it regardless, hand it over."

Sure of his edge over Jiang Chen, Martial Saint made no move to reclaim it, simply waiting poised.

Jiang Chen grinned yet felt powerless.

His knowledge truly hit a wall there.

"Picked up a new girlfriend?"

He flung the phone back casually.

Martial Saint snagged it without issue, "Cut the rubbish, it’s that Japanese Princess."

Jiang Chen paused briefly in shock, verifying, "Ya Yi?"

"Yep."

Jiang Chen’s astonishment grew, prompting him to inquire, "When did this start..."

"Back at the Tokyo funeral, bro. Blame her; she requested my info."

Jiang Chen found himself at a loss for words, eyeing Martial Saint’s nonchalant face, his own features twisting oddly.

"You two talk much?"

"Nah, school keeps me occupied. She’s royalty, free as a bird with no oversight."

Tsking softly.

He let out a breath.

Yet for a sheltered Little Princess raised in palace confines with rigid protocols for every action, chances to mingle with someone like big bro Martial Saint were scarce, and his vibe surely struck her as fresh and exciting.

Jiang Chen stayed quiet a moment, avoiding the details of their exchanges but offering a simple caution, "Chatting’s okay, but keep it under wraps from others."

"I get it; if my schoolmates learned I’m texting their Princess, chaos would erupt."

Jiang Chen dropped it and shifted gears, "So, where’s this visitor you brought up?"

"Ah, she’s in the kitchen alongside Sister Liuli."

Jiang Chen proceeded to the kitchen next, catching sight of a figure just as captivating as Daoist Sister.

"You know your way around cooking?"

Jiang Chen approached without ceremony, not viewing her as an outsider at all.

"You rose with the sun."

The woman responded, her command of the tongue equally remarkable.

Jiang Chen brushed it aside, inhaled deeply, and eyed Daoist Sister by the range, "That aroma’s divine, what’s on the menu?"

"Black-bone chicken."

The visitor provided the reply.

Right at that instant.

Martial Saint bounded in, his timing impeccable as he added, "Bro, Sister Liuli and I hit the market at dawn. It’s prime quality, super restorative—perfect for recharging your vitality."

Jiang Chen’s brow furrowed with dark streaks, though the presence of company held him back from any roughhousing.

"It’s nearly ready. Go assist Sister Liuli in dishing out the broth."

Having directed Martial Saint, Jiang Chen pivoted, flashing a welcoming grin suited for the occasion.

"Take a seat out there."

"Alright, Sister Yunxi, I’ve got the cleanup; you relax."

Martial Saint piped up.

Precisely so.

The visitor happened to be Pei Yunxi, residing in the identical elite enclave of Shen Zhou.

Given how often Martial Saint and Tanki Liuli had popped over to her place, her stopping by felt entirely fitting.

Pei Yunxi saw no reason to argue, dried her hands, and followed Jiang Chen to the lounge.

Lan Peizhi had dropped in before.

However, in certain recollections, despite sharing the district, this marked her initial house call.

Sure enough.

If she’d swung by during his absence remained a separate issue.

"A seldom-seen visitor."

As they settled in, he noted.

Completely frustrated.

Genuinely frustrated.

Life had been calm earlier, each keeping to their lane without interference. What sparked this sudden rapport?

Now he alone stood sandwiched, bearing twice the strain.

Forget distant spots, but right now in East Sea, there were Lan Peizhi, Shi Qianxi, Pei Yunxi, plus Li Shuru.

Heh.

Pick a slot when all are available, and a mahjong session could kick off effortlessly.

"I figured you were out."

Quite the uncommon arrival, Pei Yunxi observed, unclear if she meant to justify or explain.

"My presence or absence changes nothing."

"Then whose does, if they’re away?"

Pei Yunxi pressed on seamlessly, her visage as enchanting as before, radiating tranquil allure.

A subtle accord had formed.

Jiang Chen held his tongue.

"Coming here wasn’t my plan; Liuli extended the invite."

Her mesmerizing gaze drifted toward the kitchen area.

All grasp the value of returning favors.

Mastering appreciation is undoubtedly positive.

Still, Jiang Chen sensed an impending migraine.

Once underway, it spirals endlessly. Should Daoist Sister grow welcoming and start ushering folks in often, the home would buzz with activity ahead.

Pei Yunxi shifted her eyes away, their sparkle outshining jewels, locking onto Jiang Chen’s. Abruptly, a faint smile curved her lips, unveiling unmatched elegance.

"I couldn’t turn it down, could I?"

Jiang Chen stayed mute.

Recalling his words from Xu Siyi’s residence the day prior.

Amorous entanglements demand caution.

"Your days sound so desirable, rising whenever you please."

Jiang Chen pulled at his lip’s edge, "Don’t you do the same?"

"Yet nobody fusses over my condition or brews black-bone chicken soup in my honor."

Jiang Chen’s eye twitched, the shadows on his forehead intensifying.

Without question, Daoist Sister wouldn’t orchestrate such care; it had to stem from Martial Saint’s sly scheme.

"Bro, Sister Yunxi, meal’s set, grab your spots."

Martial Saint’s call echoed from the eatery.

"Skipped morning eats, you must be famished."

Pei Yunxi rose, acting far from a mere caller.

After all, they neighbored in Spring and Autumn Plaza, and in Myanmar, they’d cohabited briefly.

"Wait a sec."

Jiang Chen, still in his loungewear, stood too, dipping into his pocket for a wrinkled sheet, passing it her way before striding forward.

Perplexed, Pei Yunxi glanced instinctively, unfurling the note.

[Dynamic Parameter Analysis Report]

Scanning below.

As an expert performer, Pei Yunxi’s composure shattered at once, her skilled poise failing as she snapped her head up.

"Are you some kind of creep!"