I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2261 - 1439: The First Bouquet of Roses (Part 2)

They were truly well-prepared!

One after another: the Young Prince first, then Shi Qianxi, and now Princess Cao. Do they intend to turn into the planet's top lenders?

One must concede that establishing Heaven and Earth Bank has resolved numerous issues for Jiang Chen.

This loan strategy appears as a meticulously planned ace up their sleeve—Jinhai secures three billion without shelling out a penny, isn't that just perfect?

However, Princess Cao didn't crack a smile; her pupils shrank as she fixed her gaze on Jiang Chen for moments, then uttered two words coldly.

"Dream on."

Director Shi possesses real spine.

Why wouldn't Princess Cao hold her principles as well?

Why resort to "extorting" Jinhai?

If you're purchasing with cash that's borrowed, what's the purpose?

"No interest for you."

The lavish Boss Jiang deployed his signature ultimate technique once more.

This tactic might qualify as an Ultimate Divine Skill; hurling it typically flattens average folks, yet astonishingly, it struck out against both Director Shi and Princess Cao in succession.

It resembled a gaming scenario where you unleash your ultimate, but the foe keeps flashing "miss," and worse, their health bar fills up instead.

"You can leave now."

Princess Cao proved more courteous than Director Shi, though the exceptionally tactful and harmless individual missed the cue entirely.

"The repayment term can be discussed, even extended if needed."

"Bang!"

Princess Cao at last lost her patience; the retort hovered on her tongue but she held back, slamming the desk instead, which drew even Youmao—busy with the flowers—to glance over.

"Out!"

The smart choice is to yield to the situation.

Folks like Princess Cao seldom explode in anger; when they do, it's wise not to test them, much like how a mild-mannered person turns fiercer than a ruthless thug upon snapping.

Notice how even the bold Youmao stayed utterly silent right then?

Boss Jiang stayed utterly composed, uttering no words, rose sensibly post the desk slam, and withdrew quietly without another syllable.

"Bang."

Exiting the office, as the door gradually shut, Jiang Chen paused at the threshold, letting out a soft breath.

Not disheartened.

Nor downcast.

His face showed zero alteration.

The anticipated outcome unfolded—no reason to falter. Truth be told, prior to arriving, he'd braced for rejection, even though his method was a concession palatable to everyone involved.

Yet now, it was crystal clear: Princess Cao honors her commitments fully—either she skips action or dives in decisively without midway quits.

The initial talks concluded in defeat.

Thus.

Only the subsequent round remained.

Lingering by the office entrance hoping she'd reconsider wasn't Boss Jiang's style, nor would Princess Cao bite on such a ploy, so the bested Jiang Chen didn't linger pointlessly but departed logically.

Within the office.

Cao Jinse's expression turned stormy, a rare sight that put even Youmao on edge.

For all her casual vibe normally, she felt intimidated when her lady fumed.

She lingered silently inside, avoiding any urge to pursue and counsel the visitor, positioned near the lively fresh rose arrangement, holding her breath to evade stray sparks.

Too far to catch their exact exchange, but that fellow proved totally inept; she'd hammered home warnings and tips before his entry, yet he couldn't muster flattery?

How on earth did those ladies take a shine to him?

Self-preservation first.

Youmao proved astute, opting shrewdly to safeguard herself, yet as she played innocent, Cao Jinse's eyes shifted straight to her.

"Miss, it's not my fault!"

She swiftly disclaimed involvement.

"Throw it out!"

"Ah?"

Youmao froze briefly, then grasped it meant the bouquet, pausing before venturing softly, "Better not, it's purchased—tossing it wastes money."

"Will you throw it or not?!"

Perfection eludes everyone.

Across a lengthy existence, regardless of emotional steadiness, outbursts occur; the presently irrationally lashing Princess Cao mirrored any regular lady.

"Miss, calm down, blame Jiang Chen entirely—what's it got to do with the blooms? See how gorgeous they are..."

As she chatted, Youmao lifted the roses anew to display.

Sunlight filtered via the glass wall, causing petal dew to gleam, akin to a blooming maiden radiating allure and vigor.

Regrettably, Princess Cao remained indifferent.

"You’re not listening to me, are you?"

Youmao, deflated, refrained from defiance, eyed the roses cradled close with reluctance, sighed deeply, and reluctantly carried them toward the office center while grumbling.

"These mark Miss’s very first rose bouquet."

As Cao Jinse's childhood companion, Youmao's claim rang mostly true, despite seeming implausible.

Considering Princess Cao's aura, poise, skills, heritage... suitors ought to swarm her; even unfiltered online female streamers draw hordes of fans.

Yet her supreme excellence often daunts pursuers into shame or self-doubt.

Moths flutter toward flames, but who challenges the lofty moon?

In her over two decades, what might sadden others held true for Cao Jinse—no flowers received, for none dared offer, not even Song Chaoge, idolized by Kyoto's rowdiest.

None dispatched them.

Let alone accepted.

Such gifts get rejected outright; discarding post-refusal carries extra weight.

Earlier, upon the rose-bearing intruder's arrival, Princess Cao felt no delight but permitted the blooms indoors, correct?

"Sigh—"

Youmao voiced her lament openly, brimming with sorrow, and mere steps from the exit, a call halted her.

"Stop."

Back facing her, Youmao flashed a sly grin momentarily, delayed her pivot, and feigned bewilderment toward her boss.

"Who said I’ve never received flowers?"

"Huh? Has Miss gotten some? I've never witnessed it."

Avoid sore spots.

Cao Jinse clenched her jaw inwardly, keeping a blank face. "I received flowers, do I have to report to you?"

Youmao shook her head rapidly.

"Of course not. Plenty secretly crush on Miss; it's just, alas, they're all too cowardly."

How could they lack fear?

Forget the Cao lineage alone.

Her backing brother alone suffices.

That now-quiet Kyoto University lecturer wasn't ever so placid.

For whatever cause, Youmao's sigh sparked Cao Jinse to a mirthless grin.

Cowardly?

Ultimately, one bold soul exists.

With audacity beyond measure.

"Miss, toss them still?"

Youmao probed cautiously.

Cao Jinse paused briefly, eyeing the likely pricey roses in Youmao's hold.

"Keep them for the moment. Avoid anyone spotting them hauled out."

However modest, they represent her inaugural rose gift.

"Okay."

Youmao inwardly beamed but concealed it, gently clutching the blooms as she returned.

"Where to place them?"

"Anywhere."

Cao Jinse snapped curtly, swiveling to her screen, seizing the mouse, and diving into tasks.

Downstairs.

The composed figure unlocked his vehicle, settling in sans seatbelt fastening when his mobile buzzed.

Hu Die.

"Haven’t left yet?"

The caller ignored his curt chill.

"Lan Peizhi has reached Kyoto."

"..."

Jiang Chen fell abruptly silent.

Indeed, as the saying goes, "heroes emerge from butchers."

Has he overemphasized bonds?

Even if inevitable, no call for his direct hand.

That Shi Qianxi truly jinxed it—Cao Jinse snapping is tolerable, but clashing with Lan Peizhi...

The picture proved too vivid to dwell on.

Whatever inner turmoil brewed, Boss Jiang's voice betrayed zilch.

"Is there anything else?"

The line clicked dead quietly.