I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2235 - 1424: Comet Strikes Earth

The Blood Guanyin radiates a terrifying chill; a single glance at her sets hearts quaking. Banish any lustful notions—they claim one look from her forces men to kneel. In contrast, the young Taoist nun stays aloof and immaculate, cleansing every impure worldly urge.

Director Shi's instincts prove spot-on and true to life, yet being a woman, she fails to grasp the full male viewpoint.

A Bodhisattva truly banishes illusions, compelling reverence without effort, though it also sparks extreme impulses.

All loveliness deserves destruction.

The holier it seems, the more it cries out for violation!

"How was your rest?"

Jiang Chen shifted the subject.

"What do you think? I kept my clothes on; how could I sleep properly?"

How mortifying.

Are gentlemanly ways truly flawed?

From a different viewpoint, though.

At least no false accusations flew around.

"Had you mentioned it sooner, I'd have assisted with undressing."

After hesitating, Boss Jiang tacked on, "How long since your last bath? Those feet reek powerfully."

"Hehe."

Director Shi plopped onto the sofa without a care, legs crossed casually. The oversized bathrobe mercifully prevented mishaps, though her sleek calves on full view offered a tempting sight, her dainty feet swinging lazily in fabric slippers.

Label a stunner as hideous, and she'd brush it off.

Only the ugly would fret.

Fibs sting not; truth slices sharp.

"That potent odor—did you get up close to sniff? Or even taste it?"

Caught in his own trap.

Jiang Chen backed off swiftly.

Were it not for Hu Die's recent call, he'd suspect his own paranoia.

"Don't celebrate too soon; nothing's sealed on paper yet, so shifts can happen anytime."

"It's merely crashing on your bed overnight; I'm covering the room cost. Must you jinx me like that?"

Her innate oval face bore its classic haughtiness.

"Let me warn you—this deal, I'm claiming it no matter what."

"And if you fail?"

Jiang Chen bluntly poked holes in her confidence.

"No chance!"

Shi Qianxi stood firm, betraying zero doubt.

Absolutely.

Sober now, post-drink haze cleared.

"Should it end in failure, empty-handed return, plenty will ridicule you. Would that trouble you?"

Infuriating, blanking his words, trapped in her bubble, belting out doomsday solos.

"Swoosh—"

A moist, scented towel sailed across, smacking Boss Jiang.

Boss Jiang caught it without flinching.

"A dog's mouth spits no ivory."

Shi Qianxi spat the curse.

"I asked if it'd hurt your feelings." Jiang Chen pressed on, wedded to his blunt style.

"Butt out!"

Shi Qianxi rose, done talking, retreating to the bedroom for a change.

"Bang!"

No favors granted, the door crashed shut.

Jiang Chen set the towel down.

Moments later, Director Shi emerged in her regular outfit, ignoring Boss Jiang on the sofa, heading out: "Pay downstairs."

Tsk.

Treating it like some inn?

"Hold up."

Boss Jiang commanded deeply, unleashing overdue authority.

"What for?"

Shi Qianxi halted as expected.

Unclear if Hu Die craves pain, but Miss Shi delivers the verdict.

"How will you account to Jinhai?"

"Account for what?"

One lounged seated, the other upright.

"Explain trekking to Kyoto grandly, coming back with zilch."

"Does Apang Palace peddle bogus booze? Fried your brain?"

Director Shi snapped back fiercely, patience spent.

Jiang Chen, endless curser, reclined easy on the sofa: "Got any hidden moves left?"

"Ignoramus!"

Shi Qianxi glared icy, attempting exit once more.

"I know Cao Jinse's temperament well. She either skips action or goes all-in without pause."

Shi Qianxi paused anew.

"Who's that you're naming?"

Jiang Chen stayed mum.

Shi Qianxi wheeled around: "You mean she's pulling strings in the shadows?"

"Quite possible."

Still cracking the door for talks, as he navigated the squeeze between foes.

Shi Qianxi fell silent, eyes flickering wildly.

"I'll step in to smooth things."

Jiang Chen offered, owning up without dodge, mustering due grit despite zero mental prep.

"No need."

Shi Qianxi surprised with rejection; the guilty ought to fix it, best handler for clean results, but she shut it down flat.

"Fair game here—whoever grabs it deserves it, no call for begging. Especially not you shaming yourself for me."

Shi Qianxi dug in heels, iron-willed, no compromise.

"Except it ain't fair play."

Jiang Chen cut straight.

Though Jinhai thrived, superiors loomed.

Halting a done deal cold proves the problem deep.

If Princess Cao targets Jinhai hard, ruin no, but foiling this Kyoto venture? Easy feat.

"World holds no perfect fairness."

Shi Qianxi stood unmoved: "Business prizes real ability."

What breadth of mind.

Left Jiang Chen reeling from this sudden "sanity."

Sabotage ain't noble, sure, but judge foes morally?

Petty folk stuff.

Battlefields scorn right or ethics; war, cry foul at enemy tricks?

Laughable folly.

"I can resolve this for you."

Jiang Chen restated, tweaking one term.

"I said no need. Jinhai's affair inside, you lack say."

Shi Qianxi's stance rock-solid.

Jiang Chen dropped the fight.

"Push in anyway, and don't fault me for lifelong grudge."

Mind-reading precision.

Jiang Chen glanced aside, meeting defiant visage and steely gaze.

Then it clicked why kids mirror parents so.

This heiress, pure spawn of Shi Zhenhua and Meng Meiling.

"Ponder carefully."

"Crystal clear."

"Whatever befalls, Jinhai shoulders it—we can take the hit!"

Done talking, Shi Qianxi exited, door booming shut.

"Bang."

Hearing the not-so-thunderous slam, Jiang Chen slumped on the sofa, eyes shutting on instinct, fingers kneading brow.

Responsibility? No dodging for him; he ditched the "three-day vow," Princess Cao skipped him, vented on proxies.

Jinhai caught his fallout, innocent casualty.

Yet Shi Qianxi's stare sowed doubt.

This girl's streak extreme; solo meddling could breed eternal hate.

Step in.

Alienate both sides.

Stay out.

Jinhai's secondary plant deal tanks for sure.

Ache.

Skull throbbed fierce.

Jiang Chen sank into sofa, breath easing slow.

Fancy proved overly rosy.

Those hack thrill tales, hero's vibe tames all heroines to docility? Duping fools.

Naturally.

Real bigshots draw fans aplenty, but they're ornaments—cash turns 'em to playthings.

Would ace women ditch pride for servitude?

Some moguls aim to leash men!

Gender irrelevant; more power amassed, less bending knee.

Doubt it? Check palace intrigue shows.

Emperor's might insufficient?

Lord of all realms, still consorts scheme wild.

What drama!

Jiang Chen reclined sofa-bound, staring blankly upward, hope dashed this round; ceiling vanished, vision spearing clouds, shattering skies, glimpsing cosmos.

And there.

A comet's blaze crashing Earth blazed in his sight.