I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2204 - 1408: Cough, Cough

Human griefs fail to echo one another.

As Zhong Tingwang endured each second stretching into eternity and Little Brother Xiao's heart blazed with urgency, Boss Jiang savored a private world with her.

Even if it was merely sipping tea.

"Three cups of wine amid the boundless mortal world, one pot of tea to forge a grand venture."

"Starshine stands as one of the rare firms in Haojiang yet to form ties with Zhong Xiaoye."

Don't overanalyze.

What makes one assume that a man and woman alone together must lead to improper thoughts? Neither Boss Jiang nor Miss He Si stoops to such superficiality.

Since Boss Jiang opted for tea instead of alcohol before.

Discussing affairs clearly suits tea far better.

Starshine represents Boss Jiang's venture in Haojiang, overseen by Bai Haoran. At present, it operates two casino resorts, aside from joint endeavors with the He Family.

"That's precisely why Zhong Xiaoye is so keen to encounter you."

"Haven't I already crossed paths with him?"

He Yihui let a faint smile grace her lips, "It might have been preferable if you hadn't."

Jiang Chen frowned in mild annoyance, "Why does your remark paint me as some kind of curse?"

"Doesn't it ring true?"

Meeting his gaze, Miss He Si stated matter-of-factly, "He's gone without issues until crossing you and ending up captured..."

"Is that on me?"

Jiang Chen chuckled, "Who told him to harass women?"

A remark laced with layers.

He Yihui cradled her teacup with both hands, "Which women?"

"Hu Die, naturally."

Jiang Chen replied with unwavering assurance, no pause.

In truth, acting demands little specialized skill.

Practically any achiever in other domains could manage it.

"Is she under your protection?"

"No."

Jiang Chen denied it, taking a sip of tea as he concisely recounted, "A companion requested I watch over her."

"..."

This phrasing comes off oddly.

Females aren't possessions.

Can one simply hand them off for safekeeping?

It's akin to declaring, "I'll handle your spouse and offspring, rest easy."

Miss He Si, with her broad knowledge, undoubtedly grasps history and probably Wei Wu's customs.

"A formidable lady like her hardly requires protection from others."

Whether imagined or not, she stressed "protection" with notable intensity.

Jiang Chen let out a sigh.

"It's a tale with many twists."

Not dismissing it lightly.

Delving into the roots, it defies brief explanation, maybe not resolvable even this evening.

"Have you visited Kyoto in the past?"

Jiang Chen steered the conversation elsewhere. His motive for this visit remained straightforward: just to behold her, especially after their plaza meeting, ignoring her would defy logic.

Regarding Zhong Xiaoye's issue, it arose by chance.

Though the outcome remains foggy, the unfolding events affirm an age-old wisdom.

Pause briefly and tensions ease, yield an inch and horizons widen.

When away from home, avoid excessive fervor; it's balanced on all fronts.

Reciprocal empathy breeds harmony.

"I have visited."

"Yet this visit carries a distinct flavor, doesn't it?"

He Yihui murmured a soft "Mm."

Certainly, she'd come to the capital before, as a regular amid the throng, observing the dawn flag ceremony.

This entry into Beijing marks a complete shift in her standing.

Still, feeling a city's pulse often stems not from status, but from its inhabitants.

An old proverb exists.

If a metropolis lacks someone to yearn for, regardless of its scale or weight, it blends indistinguishably with the rest.

"What occupies your mind?"

Jiang Chen grinned.

Gripping her teacup, Miss He Si appeared immersed in reverie; gradually, she raised her gaze to him and offered a gentle smile.

"Thoughts of you."

"..."

Boss Jiang's face stiffened suddenly.

What's unfolding?

The exchange flowed smoothly, so why veer toward affection?

Is the storyline derailing?

Some groundwork ought to precede this.

Nevertheless, her upbringing and surroundings diverge from the norm, free of bashfulness or discomfort. Her "I miss you" mirrors an everyday girl's "I'm glad" or "I'm down," simply voicing emotions.

He Yihui's blended roots yield such candid words without surprise, yet Boss Jiang differs.

From the start, Boss Jiang grew up inland; pre-education, he'd never left his province, shaped by classic Confucian values, caught off guard by such directness.

He found himself speechless for a beat, pondering a reply.

Regardless of Jiang Chen's hesitation, she's aiding him.

"Do you miss me?"

"..."

...!

The flustered Boss Jiang pondered if wine would've served better, as liquor allows for pretense.

Tea lacks that; it's far too clarifying, leaving no room for evasion.

Silence enveloped the space.

Just vapors rising, entwined with the aroma of tea.

Valiant resolve proves elusive, yet the pull of allure weighs heavily.

That kiss on Black Sand Beach lingered in Jiang Chen's mind as a fleeting wave in recollection, but for her, it seemed etched eternally.

"What do you reckon?"

Regaining composure, Jiang Chen met her eyes squarely, no retreat—why waver after facing Li Shuru boldly?

"I reckon you do miss me; else, you wouldn't seek me out."

Her words hold a kernel of truth.

Miss He Si truly never intruded on him, much like her distant gaze at that wondrous bridge on Black Sand Beach, in utter quiet.

Jiang Chen reached for his tea to continue, yet a phone chime cut him short.

He Yihui retrieved her device from the adjacent handbag.

"Second Sister."