I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2266 - 1442: The Boss Lady

Either.

A woman of enchanting beauty, yet possibly afflicted with a mental ailment.

Or.

All her words rang true.

The former or the latter?

No matter which one, this location clearly isn't fit for staying longer.

Deng Yanghui silently uncrossed his legs. Since he'd resolved to embrace a monastic life, there was no reason to hold back. Right as he prepared to depart, a voice reached him—

"But you don’t need to rush. He might not come that soon."

"Why?"

Though Deng Yanghui knew better than to prolong the exchange, the question slipped out anyway. Even overseeing countless hosts, he found himself drawn into her pace without realizing.

"Because I didn’t tell him."

Miss Fujiwara flashed a seductive grin tinged with mischief, "I want to give him a surprise."

Deng Yanghui's jaw tightened, his thoughts scrambling to catch up, fueling an even fiercer impulse to flee!

Nobody wishes to tangle with a madwoman.

And the proprietor of Apang Palace was far beyond his league to challenge.

Running an online venture differs vastly from a bricks-and-mortar one.

Online, with his army of hosts, he could stir storms at will, yet in reality, he preferred to stay under the radar.

Though unaware of Apang Palace's exact backer, establishing such an establishment in Kyoto City screamed immense influence in both legal and underground circles—far from a mere streaming firm boss's reach.

"I’m sorry, I just remembered there's urgent company business I must handle, apologies for the interruption."

Deng Yanghui sprang to his feet, bolting without a backward glance, snatching back his offered business card on the way out.

Two notions consumed him.

Wishing fervently she was truly deranged.

If not.

Then only hoping she overlooked the details on that card.

"Sigh～"

As Deng Yanghui fled in haste, Miss Fujiwara propped her elbow on the table, chin in palm, exhaling softly.

Fascinating individuals are truly scarce.

Besides.

Wasn't that rather discourteous?

Dashing off without covering the tab.

To be fair, it wasn't his doing.

A high-ranking exec at a major firm wouldn't bat an eye at a mere drink's cost. Yet not all command such unnatural poise, and with his spirit adrift, who spares a thought for trivialities like payment?

Freshly "single" once more, Miss Fujiwara's gaze drifted emptily as she toyed absentmindedly with a wine glass.

Hmm.

Her mind wandered to her beloved.

Comparisons breed discontent.

It only amplified her man's exceptional qualities.

Her man wouldn't panic or sweat; he'd trade witty barbs with her seamlessly.

Miss Fujiwara drifted in reverie until she'd downed the last drops of white wine without notice.

Evidently, mere mental linkage wouldn't summon her darling.

No such profound bond existed yet.

Life isn't a scripted tale.

Lacking groundwork, serendipitous reunions don't materialize so easily. Even so, Miss Fujiwara's alluring eyes betrayed a touch of longing as one hand pressed the table while the other beckoned a server.

"Call your boss."

"Is there something you need?"

"Nothing much, just that my drink is finished."

"Do you want to settle the bill? Cash or card?"

The poised, professional waiter clearly misread the situation, sparking her puzzled reaction.

"Settle the bill? What bill?"

The server faltered briefly, uncertain if entranced by this ravishing patron or simply unprepared for such a scene.

Was she trying.

To welsh on the bill at Apang Palace?

"If you are our VIP, you can put it on the tab."

"I said, call your boss."

Miss Fujiwara stayed composed, reiterating calmly.

"Miss, you haven’t settled the bill yet."

The waiter persisted dutifully.

Miss Fujiwara beamed suddenly, her city-toppling smile momentarily stunning even the server accustomed to stunning sights.

"Are you saying that the lady boss needs to pay when consuming here?"

"..."

The waiter comprehended.

He was trapped.

Facing a genuine attempt to dodge the bill.

At that instant.

What occupied Apang Palace's big boss?

He'd just exited a secure agency.

Hmm.

Indeed, tied up with official duties.

No helping it.

Prosperity demands trade-offs.

Climbing to the pinnacle means forgoing some leisure inevitably.

The metropolis paused its daily grind, ushering in nocturnal festivities in perpetual rhythm.

Boss Jiang gripped the wheel one-handed, arm draped over the sill cradling his head, cool breeze wafting in for refreshing comfort.

Vivid neon bathed the darkness.

Boss Jiang merged effortlessly into the flow, exuding casual allure, devoid of haste or worry.

As the adage claims.

Unyielded in triumph, unshaken in loss, thunder lurking in serenity—worthy even of generalship.

Little wonder he ensnared hearts utterly.

There's solid cause.

How rare are men with such unflappable demeanor?

Lan Peizhi's schedule lay beyond his sway; he simply executed his role flawlessly.

Shi Qianxi had received his assurances to wait patiently. He'd cited a cordial, thorough discussion with Princess Cao, exchanging perspectives thoroughly to forge strong accord.

That's his account, but her belief was immaterial.

He sought not her faith, but time.

With Princess Cao's talks stalled, a circuitous resolution demanded patience.