I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2258 - 1437: Probiotic Water

"You take your time to ponder, I’m off to sleep."

A yawn escaped Director Shi. She truly appeared worn out, uncrossed her legs, rose by pressing on her knees, and wandered leisurely into the bedroom, abandoning Boss Jiang solitary on the couch.

Note this small detail.

Be it forgetfulness or overwhelming drowsiness, Director Shi left the bedroom door wide open without a second thought.

In other words,

Anyone from the living room could simply choose to join and avoid crashing on the sofa.

Yet, alas,

While Director Shi might drift off easily, Boss Jiang lacked any desire for sleep right then.

Sharing burdens doesn’t merely divide them; sometimes they shift entirely.

Director Shi collapsed onto the bed, pulled the covers over, shut her eyes. How deeply did she slumber?

Boss Jiang paid no heed to the apparent "snub"; what he craved was undisturbed peace.

Silence enveloped the night as he remained seated motionless, though turmoil raged within his thoughts.

Was that mere hyperbole?

Deliberate the matter closely.

The aunt’s words held real weight, not empty chatter.

Should Lan Peizhi truly be cornered by dire straits, bound by an immense debt of gratitude, what course would Cao Jinse pursue?

Pull back for a wider view?

Such a scenario exists.

Truthfully, though, the odds fall short of certainty.

Given it’s no fleeting impulse, how could Cao Jinse, ever so calculating, overlook stakeholder backlash when targeting Jinhai’s Great Wall Shares stake?

Had she factored in Lan Peizhi’s stance as a fellow Great Wall shareholder?

Thus,

Two paths emerge.

Cao Jinse could anticipate Lan Peizhi’s meddling, intend to offer her respect, resolve the issue amicably, allow a graceful exit for all, granting Lan Peizhi a boon without major fallout—the perfect resolution.

Outcome two.

Cao Jinse stands unyielding, dead set on ousting Jinhai, "burning bridges" with all, yielding nothing.

Considering Cao Jinse’s nature, this chance looms large too.

Enter Schrödinger’s cat once more.

"1" or "2"? Only upon unveiling the box, revealing reality, can certainty dawn—unforeseeable beforehand.

Absent prediction,

Preparation for every possibility proves essential.

Moments ticked away slowly.

The figure on the sofa lingered for an indefinite stretch, until Director Shi, in the bedroom, faintly caught a phone conversation’s murmur, then the soft click of a door shutting.

Amid slumber, her lips pursed faintly, she rolled over, clutching a pillow in side position, face serene, eyes staying shut.

In a traditional home near Tokyo.

Bamboo flooring, agarwood desk, a lady propped her chin, lounging beneath the veranda, idling in the breeze, clad in kimono, vivid red azalea pinned in her lush ebony updo, framing her features to heighten her captivating allure and seductive grace.

Birdsong rippled through.

Clear and haunting.

Layering drowsiness over the hazy sunbeams.

The innately mesmerizing lady veiled her soft lips, yawned, lids heavy and half-shut, on the verge of dozing.

"Hoo..."

A sudden gust swept the yard, lightly tousling a loose lock by her cheek.

Her eyes fluttered open a touch, spotting a figure beyond the vacant overhang, clad head-to-toe in snug black garb, face alone visible.

"Miss, the items have arrived."

Down on one knee she went, palms outstretched bearing a pristine tiny flask brimming with clear fluid like water.

Only,

Black attire in summer heat—unbothered by swelter?

The ravishing beauty beneath the eaves gave a lazy "hm", her tone and those pristine white socks hugging her dainty feet sufficient to melt resolve.

"Bring it here."

The stern-faced subordinate stood, handling the vessel like a precious gem, approached, and set it upon the agarwood table.

Chin still propped, the beauty eyed the unremarkable-looking contents of the container.

"Sakura, do you think this water is really effective?"

"The name Probiotic Water is known throughout Xiangchuan County; the Chiba Village, which produces Probiotic Water, has twins in every household, and the well producing Probiotic Water is regarded as a gift from Amaterasu by Chiba Village, protected tightly, for a full sixty years now, the subordinate believes it should have some effect."

Understood.

No surprise it bears the name Probiotic Water.

Villagers name things plainly.

"Sounds like it could be real."

She murmured, fixating on the distant-sourced Probiotic Water, "but truly, should we abandon science and believe in metaphysics?"

"The subordinate has done water quality checks on Probiotic Water, it has no toxic side effects."

Sakura stated.

"Hmm."

Straightening up, the woman exuded irresistible charm in each motion, grasped the container sans hesitation, and decanted into a porcelain cup atop the agarwood table.

Ancient guardian clans all harbor Death Warriors.

Their numbers and prowess vary by clan might, yet Death Warriors’ devotion remains absolute.

Half-filling the cup, she halted, raised it to her lips, the sheer edge meeting her crimson mouth.

"Tastes quite nice."

After gulping the chilled Probiotic Water, she gave a soft laugh, replacing the cup.

"How about the thing?"

Sakura delved into her chest pocket, extracting a compact leather pouch.

This once, the lady extended her hand, catching the object in her slender grip.

"How much longer is needed?"

"With the current amount, five more packets are required. Once consumed, it becomes incurable, and once paired with a medicinal trigger at the right time, the consumer will die suddenly, showing only symptoms of heart attack, with no other discernible cause of death."

Upon Sakura’s flat recital, the history-echoing schemer smiled, "Bothersome it may be, but good things always require patience."

"Alright, you may withdraw."

Palm-sized leather pouch deposited, a glance up revealed Sakura gone, yard deserted as though no visitor came.

Fujiwara Family’s top Death Warrior, poised for record as youngest modern Upper-level Ninja?

The nation-toppling beauty shifted focus back to the Probiotic Water flask.

Though not formal Family Head, her shadow governance commanded vast clan resources, loyalties sworn to her.

Furthermore.

Sakura had served her since youth.

Genuine Death Warriors’ ironclad fidelity stems from childhood rearing.

Upon the agarwood table lay two objects.

One fosters vitality.

One heralds demise.

A subtle frown creased her brow, swiftly morphing into a brilliantly seductive pout.

She’d overlooked querying Sakura.

Beyond women, could men partake of this water too?