I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2168 - 1388: Asking for Monthly Votes!

Previously on I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping...
Ye Tingxuan dismissed concerns about women's narrow-mindedness while reflecting on his sister, then approached Jiang Chen to borrow one billion for a business venture, which Jiang Chen expanded to ten billion through his Heaven and Earth Bank connections. As they discussed the bank's director Zhuge Xi, Ye revealed a recent failed assassination attempt by foreign agents targeting both Jiang Chen and Zhuge in Kyoto, thwarted by the Wang siblings led by the formidable Liu Sangyu. Over drinks, Ye Tingxuan passionately criticized foreign meddling and unveiled rumors of a mysterious Western organization called 'Heaven’s Retribution' assassinating corrupt figures.

Real buddies can share endless toasts without ever tiring.

Whether companions had their fill remained unclear, yet it scarcely mattered. Prince Ye relished the revelry immensely, leading him to spend the night in Apang Palace.

"Click."

A sharp, mysterious snap echoed.

"Click."

"Click."

...

Followed by a couple more such noises.

Roused from his delightful sleep, Ye Tingxuan grudgingly lifted his eyelids, wincing at the glare, and promptly spotted a woman's outline.

Perched directly beside his mattress.

Facing away from him.

Hmm.

She raised her phone aloft, apparently snapping self-portraits.

That must have been the origin of the disturbance.

Naturally, Prince Ye proved no common fellow, remaining utterly unfazed, preferring to lounge in repose. Noticing her shots encompassed him too, not solely hers, he eventually rose unhurriedly and flashed a V-sign at the lens.

Upon realizing he was awake, the lady—who'd captured countless images—displayed zero remorse, simply lowered her device, rose to her feet, and appeared intent on departing without further ado.

"Hold it."

"Why?"

"What are you up to?"

Ye Tingxuan countered.

Despite the heavy imbibing the previous evening, he swiftly identified the female by his bedside once alert.

They were in Apang Palace.

Moreover, his attire remained intact, minus the suit coat, with his belt securely fastened.

Furthermore, the proprietor wouldn't likely offer "additional amenities" absent his approval.

"Why should you mind my actions?"

Their exchange resembled a humorous skit.

"You crept into my chamber and snapped pics of me sleeping; can't I inquire?"

Ye Tingxuan lounged relaxed on the bedding, "This amounts to violating my right of publicity at minimum."

He held the moral high ground evidently, yet she dismissed it and pivoted.

"Who claimed this as your space? Evidently, it's mine."

Ye Tingxuan scowled at her feigned pure expression, nearly convinced.

Yet merely briefly.

"Yuan Little Missy, certain remarks demand caution. I've seen more years than you've savored meals; are you scheming against me? Think I'll hesitate to summon Brother Jiang for the footage?"

"Hehe."

Yuan Run boldly replied, "Be my guest."

Simultaneously, she waggled her phone, "Believe folks prioritize facts?"

Ye Tingxuan massaged his brow, "You're joking."

Observing his stymied state, Yuan Run grinned broadly, radiating satisfaction.

"You stuck around overnight too?"

"If staying suits you, why not me? As a VIP here at Apang Palace."

Likely, her excessive festivities the prior night prompted Apang Palace to safeguard her.

Or it could stem from her initiative.

Still, this wasn't her actual quarters.

"My name's already tarnished; these snaps will merely append another tale of romance to my lore."

Prince Ye knew his standing well.

"Thus, it bothers you not?"

"Would it faze me?"

Ye Tingxuan chuckled indifferently.

"Fine, farewell."

Yuan Run wasted no time, spun away elegantly.

"Hang on!"

Ye Tingxuan halted her once more.

Yuan Run appeared to anticipate it, wheeled around slowly, "More business?"

Her Beijing dialect rang authentic.

"So, your demands?"

Ye Tingxuan's expression brimmed with resignation, utterly capitulated.

"I seek no terms; I aim to destroy you!"

Yuan Run unveiled her motives, glaring intensely, her fangs sparkling under the midday rays.

Provoking a rogue beats angering a female.

A rogue may plot his getaway, whereas a tenacious lady gambles all, favoring shared ruin.

Longtime foes, Ye Tingxuan grasped her temperament; flattery failed utterly, sternness yielded little, leaving few options.

"Aware of the fallout from such folly?"

"Indeed."

Yuan Run beamed widely, "You'll feel utterly, utterly, utterly miserable."

Ye Tingxuan stayed composed, "And yourself? Pondered your fate? You could ensnare me via false claims, yet your Yuan Family would scarcely overlook it."

"Yuan Young Lady, I've savored life's abundances, but you're merely embarking. Tormenting me thus, regretfully, I'll pull you down too. Afterward, I'll arrive with dowry at your home to wed."

Ye Tingxuan seemed devoid of further stakes.

Yuan Run stiffened, her assured grin faltered.

"You dare not!"

"Observe."

Ye Tingxuan stated evenly, rose from the bed, abandoned Yuan Run, and strode assuredly to the lavatory.

Upon emerging, Yuan Run lingered still.

Ye Tingxuan shook off moisture from his fingers.

"Shall we revisit the terms?"

Truly, he dared not corner this wildcat excessively.

Offering her an exit preserved his own.

Equilibrium defined it.

Ignoring Yuan Run's glaring eyes, Ye Tingxuan disregarded them.

"The feud with your sibling concerns us alone. I realize you're irked from my past offense. Now, I offer genuine remorse."

"Ye, cease this childishness."

Hmm.

It dodged the trite "if sorry sufficed, why police?"

Yet conveyed identical import.

"Perhaps I buy you dinner, deal?"

"You take me for a fool!"

Once scorched by serpent, dread follows cords for a decade.

"Truth is, I've cash these days."

Ye Tingxuan appeared solemn, sincere.

"Pfft!"

Yuan Run's retort proved direct and unequivocal.