I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2150: 1378: Vitality Unending

Within the enclosed racetrack.

A pair of robust, towering steeds pursued one another, moving with the speed of a gale. Following three full circuits, the chestnut mount finally pulled ahead, surging past the finish line in victory.

“Hiss—”

The mighty front legs lifted skyward before slamming down. Shi Qianxi remained firmly seated atop her steed, clutching the reins in one hand while wielding the riding crop in the other. Under her safety helmet, her features lit up with a mix of relief and triumphant glee. She glanced back at the rival she'd bested.

“Seems like certain folks could use more training.”

Defeated by a woman yet again, Boss Jiang showed no signs of defeat. Dressed in matching riding outfit, he cut a strikingly attractive figure, though his dark steed didn't quite match the classic prince-on-white-horse vibe.

“Beating a newbie like me has you boasting already.”

“You, a newbie?”

Shi Qianxi let out a mocking laugh.

“What else could I be?”

Jiang Chen replied, “I've never set foot in a racetrack before this.”

“Sure. A loss is a loss—no one's mocking you. Who starts riding and performs as well as you right off the bat?”

“Take it or leave it.”

Jiang Chen swung down from his horse and passed the reins to the nearby handler. By contrast, Shi Qianxi's dismount was far more graceful, practically leaping to the ground.

“Aren't you the type who never loses?”

As she tossed the crop to the handler and pulled off her helmet, Shi Qianxi remarked, “Don't all newly rich folks pick up golf, horseback riding, wine appreciation, tea rituals, and the like when they strike it big?”

Damn—keen insight.

Jiang Chen grinned and shot back plainly, “Am I some upstart tycoon?”

Shi Qianxi eyed him briefly, shedding her bulky safety equipment and passing it to the handler, then letting her hair cascade free.

Tsk.

What a bold and spirited air.

“What're you staring at? Never laid eyes on a stunner before?”

Jiang Chen rubbed his cheek, “You just splashed sweat onto my face.”

“I didn't complain about you, so why gripe about me?”

At those words, Jiang Chen promptly clammed up.

This lady.

She's got zero reservations.

Trainers are everywhere nearby.

They'd barely exchanged a handful of lines before she dropped a risqué quip.

Once the riders stripped off their extra gear, the handlers swiftly guided the horses from the scene.

Shi Qianxi sipped some electrolyte drink, strolling leisurely beside the track as she commented, “I heard old Mr. Fang has died.”

“How'd you find out?”

“Dad mentioned it. You know how he keeps tabs on that sort of update.”

For business magnates, particularly the elite ones, it's not just about commerce; staying sharp on shifting trends is essential.

“Isn't Uncle Shi retired now?”

“He is, but old routines die hard.”

Shi Qianxi screwed the cap back on her bottle, “Congrats, one less peak to climb.”

“How's that linked to me?”

“Everyone knows the Fang heir bows to Song Chaoge's every whim. With your ties to Song Chaoge, doesn't the Fang clan's decline hand you a huge edge?”

Keeping pace at her side, Jiang Chen fell quiet for a moment, “Did Uncle Shi mention that to you as well?”

“Does Dad have to spell it out? Your beef with Song Chaoge is headline-worthy; hardly anyone doesn't know.”

“Song Chaoge and I did clash before, but that's history now. As you know, this world has no forever foes.”

Shi Qianxi, raised in a trading dynasty, nodded in full accord on that front, “No endless enemies exist, yet love breeds lasting rivals. Like the old line: ‘taking a man's wife sparks unending hate.’”

Since they binged that guy-focused series as a duo, her boldness has ramped up.

She used to hint slyly, but not anymore.

Though Shi Qianxi had straight-up called him out, Jiang Chen proved a pro at feigning ignorance, firing back smoothly, “Did Song Chaoge tie the knot? When was that?”

“If not for you, he'd likely be hitched already.”

“…”

Jiang Chen stated, “Don't assume too much.”

“Denying facts won't help here. For guys, swallowing insults is one thing, but snagging affection via easy paths? No man lets that slide easily. You're male, so you get exactly what I mean.”

To Jiang Chen's surprise, he bobbed his head firmly, skipping any pointless denial.

“That's spot on.”

Shi Qianxi blinked in astonishment, halting her steps to beam at him, “So you're on board?”

“On board, sure. Why not?” Jiang Chen came to a stop too.

“Then why play dense?”

Jiang Chen queried flatly, “How exactly do I stop?”

“A true gent aids virtue, not vice. Truth is, your rift with Song Chaoge boils down to one fix: hand back the lead role to him.”

Jiang Chen grasped the underlying message completely.

They preach sorting home front before outer battles.

Yet this girl flips the script, tackling outer strife prior to inner peace.

“You mean I ought to steer clear of Cao Jinse?”

Jiang Chen dropped the act of confusion.

Shi Qianxi paused, her face blooming with a “at last, the lesson sinks in” vibe.

“Are you scared of her?”

Jiang Chen pressed right away, blunt as ever, since no need to hide gut feelings aloud.

“Who'd I be afraid of?”

“Cao Jinse.”

“Why fear her?”

“Worried she'll beat you at dice.”

Boss Jiang, a real wordsmith, delivered that zinger so slickly it left Shi Qianxi briefly stunned. Moments later, she nearly spat her electrolyte drink at him in retaliation.

“Could you dial back the cheek? I'm thinking of your best interests. Don't turn a tough adversary into an outright enemy.”

Jiang Chen dipped his head, holding back from prodding her weak point.

“Fair enough, though there's this one thing.”

“What's that?”

“Sure, stealing a heart forges bitter enmity, but only if it's true love at stake. Do you figure a guy like Song Chaoge even knows romance?”