I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2256 - 1436: Heh

No talk of 'fire burning the eyebrows,' but 'fire scorching the buttocks' at least makes an appearance.

Jiang Chen has zero interest in boozing right now, yet he doesn't rush off. He pockets his phone and lingers there, sunk in contemplation.

His eyes drift aimlessly, fixed on the steamy pairs nearby.

The guy presses the girl to the wall, his hand slipping beneath her skirt. Like a wild animal in heat, he dives in and devours her fiercely.

The girl's cheeks glow red, almost breathless. Abruptly, she spots Jiang Chen 'watching' and her passion cools fast. Mortified, she taps urgently on the back of the man lost in her.

Nightclub folks aren't usually the bashful sort, but getting caught in the act live is still pretty embarrassing.

Normally, folks pretend not to notice instead of gawking openly.

The man, deep in the frenzy, lifts his head annoyed, eyes blazing like hot oil. The woman nods toward Boss Jiang, so he looks, mutters a low 'Damn.'

Stuff like this happens sometimes, but rarely, and less in fancier spots since high-rollers there tend to be richer and classier.

He shoots Boss Jiang a hostile glare, grudgingly reins in his urges, pulls his hand from under her skirt, and drags her to a dimmer corner. His fingers gleam like jewels, slick as if wet.

Boss Jiang misses it entirely, maybe not even registering their exit. Minutes later, he snaps out of his reverie and heads back inside.

Hu Die sticks around.

Luck sticks around.

But he must head out.

'Keep enjoying yourselves.'

Hu Die wouldn't dream of prying why he's bailing suddenly.

Luck stays silent too.

He's courteous enough to bid farewell.

'Catch you later.'

She replies with a sweet smile.

Jiang Chen gives a faint nod.

'Die, why so quiet?'

Once Jiang Chen's gone, Luck gripes to her pal.

'Off the clock now.'

'...'

Luck's speechless.

Jiang Chen ignores such small talk. Out in the cool night air, he dials Shi Qianxi right away.

'What time is it?'

Hmpf.

A groggy wake-up grunt.

She's actually dozed off.

More laid-back than him, it seems.

After verifying she's at the hotel, Jiang Chen declares, 'Heading over to you now.'

'Huh?'

Shi Qianxi didn't catch it clearly, but the line cuts off.

She tosses the phone aside without pause, snuggles back into her pillow, and drifts off again.

After who-knows-how-long, the doorbell buzzes like the phone, rousing sleeping Director Shi once more.

Her eyes flutter open; adjusting from dream to wakefulness, she rises slowly, shoves off the covers, slips from bed, and pads from the bedroom.

'What're you up to?'

She yawns the question as she swings the door open.

This getup?

She must've crashed again post-call?

Good habits, at least.

Her disheveled silk sleep set is messy but decent, not like those who go bare or just panties even in hotels.

Jiang Chen enters wordlessly, shutting the door behind.

Shi Qianxi sniffs, 'Partied hard, reeking of booze?'

Her nose is keen.

Ex-nightclub ruler Director Shi knows booze-perfume mixes better than Luck ever could.

'Slept like a rock.'

Perfect.

They trade barbs evenly.

'Drunk and not heading home, showing up here—what's your game?'

Arms folded, Shi Qianxi probes with mild wariness.

If truly guarded, she wouldn't have answered the door.

What peril in a lone man-woman late night?

Plus her pose is tempting, arms squeezing her chest—lethal to any tipsy guy.

Luckily, it's Boss Jiang.

Gentleman through and through.

If he harbored bad intentions for Director Shi, given the timeline, they'd be past dating; kid might be yelling 'Mommy, Daddy' already.

'Don't you got words for me?'

Cool as ice.

Damn cool.

Only a pro knows the guts to drop that in a lady's room at this hour.

Director Shi hesitates, then laughs, 'Drunk fit? I'm crashing; let yourself out.'

Women own the riddle game; some dud guy stealing it irks Director Shi, so she turns for the bedroom.

'What's your scheme with Shu Rui?'

Shi Qianxi halts, huffs.

'Eh?'

Doubt in her tone, eyes flicking evasively.

Jiang Chen stands without sitting, staring silently—kinda eerie.

Shi Qianxi keeps composed.

'Li Shuru ring you?'

'Why loop her in over coming straight to me?'

His remark's straightforward, no malice—why drag a third party into fixable duo biz? Extra steps waste time, right?

Big shots like them grasp efficiency basics.

But Director Shi flares up, brows arching, voice rising.

'Here to grill me?'

'...'

Jiang Chen's stumped.

Truth be told.

Logic holds water.

Emotions? Not so much.

He never considers feelings.

Director Shi hadn't planned dragging Li Shuru in, meant to handle solo, only later when foes got outright maddening.