I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2262 - 1440: Noblewomen of Great Divine Skills

"I just spoke with Jin Se; her stance remains unyielding."

Though he stayed cool and steady on the phone with Hu Die, the moment Jiang Chen ended the call, he sprang into action without delay. Skipping the car entirely, he rang up Lan Peizhi right from the base of Jiuding Tower.

He skipped checking if she'd truly reached Kyoto, diving right into relaying the details.

"So what."

"So hold off on talking to her for now. Let me handle it."

That's the drive turning obstacles into fuel, growing bolder in the face of defeat.

Could it be?

His trip today to meet Princess Cao was nothing but a bold wager—win big or lose it all—and he'd actually lined up a backup strategy?

On the flip side.

Soaring high over the sprawling city.

In an exclusive tea chamber off-limits to outsiders, Lan Peizhi gripped her phone as several alluring, seasoned women gathered nearby. Though years had passed, their upkeep was flawless, skins soft and silky like a teen's, but their allure and the tea's depth lingered profoundly, outshining any youthful bloom. No flashy gems decked them out; the plain bands on certain wrists looked understated and plain.

Yet the room's furnishings flipped the script entirely. Walls featured crafted rammed-earth panels or subtle silk hangings, floors boasted teak planks or faux ancient green tiles for a cozy feel. Black walnut formed the beams and pillars, preserving raw grains where ancient splits turned into striking accents, clashing intriguingly with gold-plated bronze accents and shell-inlaid mosaic relic shelves.

Spotting Lan Peizhi on her call, they fell silent together, sharing looks with odd expressions.

How's that old proverb?

Women at this stage hunger like wolves and tigers.

From the incense stand, Hainan agarwood smoke rose from the Xuande censer, mingling with the jujube notes of aged white tea for a rich, multi-layered aroma. To ensure total seclusion, the graceful tea artist—whose moves flowed like dance and wrist flicks like mist—had already withdrawn.

"Mind your own business."

Lan Peizhi shot back curtly, serving as both reply and rebuke.

Causing the messy ties that sparked this mess was one matter; meddling in her affairs was quite another.

Of course, Jiang Chen had no clue about the scene here. He was gearing up to warn her against stirring things up further and urge some restraint, but Lan Peizhi cut the line before he uttered a word.

With a crowd around, deep talks just wouldn't fly.

"Who was on the line, Pei Zhi?"

The lady to her right asked eagerly the instant she set the phone down, her classic phoenix eyes sparkling with curiosity—even perched with legs tucked, her height stood out. The custom short-sleeved embroidered qipao hugged her silhouette in flawless lines.

Sure, cash can preserve a face, but holding a figure so perfectly toned at this age? That's a true rarity.

And she's far from alone.

The builds—or rather, the shapes—of all the women there surpassed the norm. True grace stems not just from surface touches; it's that inner glow radiating outward that truly hooks the soul.

Who claims a woman's edge comes solely from youth?

Pit them against twenty-somethings, and any discerning guy knows his pick.

"Why not play a guessing game?"

"I bet it's not Sun Mangong."

Laughter erupted throughout the space.

Physical years don't dictate the mind's youth.

Middle-aged ladies, yet giggling and frolicking like playful kids.

Why do guys crave seasoned women?

Here's why.

The essence of ripe femininity can't be faked with hours of cosmetics or extra spritzes of scent.

"If it were Sun Mangong, Pei Zhi might've ignored the call outright."

"Hey~, don't put it like that. Back when Pei Zhi hit Ancient Mongolia, that old tiger showed real deference, didn't he, Pei Zhi?"

Ancient Mongolian Sun Mangong and East Sea Blood Guanyin both command legendary fame.

Few in the world boldly rib Sun Mangong, let alone right in front of Lan Peizhi.

That said.

No matter a tough character's rep, nobody pops out of rock.

Key to thriving in the mix?

It's manpower and networks.

Dreaming of global renown flying solo? Forget it.

Backup is essential.

Lan Peizhi differs from Daoist Sister; she's built her own web of ties and circles.

"Let's try guessing once more. Hmm... was it that young guy Jiang Chen calling?"

The elegant dame pitched her voice with deliberate flair, dissolving into chuckles.

Lan Peizhi sipped her tea in silence.

"Pei Zhi, did Xuemei nail it? That Jiang Chen?"

"Hehe, quit prying—didn't you notice Pei Zhi staying mum? That Jiang Chen's something special, alright. His name pops up everywhere; who'd guess such a powerhouse hails from home turf. East Sea lives up to the hype, a hotbed of prodigies, but sigh~ no clue if he's easy on the eyes."

"You hear his name nonstop, yet no pic?"

"Don't get me started. You know how it is; my hubby's the jealous type. Without Pei Zhi, stepping out's a hassle."

"Please, you're ancient history as a pair, still flaunting romance? Doubt your man babies you like treasure anymore."

"Oh, but he does. Cradles me to bed nightly."

"No kidding? He still got the stamina? You won't wear him out?"

Women's gossip veers into grown-up territory fast, cheeks turning red.

Still, Lan Peizhi amid them appeared detached, like it was none of her world, skipping the jabs and jests. Among them, others juggled multiple kids as moms, while she stood alone unmarried. Bedroom romps? No shared ground there.