I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2267 - 1442: The Boss Lady (Part 2)

These days, Boss Jiang has been incredibly occupied, ever since coming back empty-handed from Jiuding Group, without a moment's rest.

Reality is harsh enough already, so he refuses to let his determination crumble.

Recall the old days.

Even that fearsome college entrance exam proved conquerable.

Besides.

It isn't a complete dead end just yet.

Li Shuru remains steadfast in East Sea, doesn't she?

Hmm.

Viewing it this way brings a sense of ease.

One must learn to thrive in tough times and admire the moon over vast oceans.

The phone buzzed.

Jiang Chen checked the central display and saw it was Wan Wenya calling. His left hand dropped from the car window, and he hit the answer button on the steering wheel.

"Mr. Jiang."

"Hmm."

"Tonight, a woman racked up over nine thousand but won't settle the bill."

Wan Wenya got straight to the point.

Truth be told, bothering the big boss over such a trivial matter would mean he's unfit as Apang Palace's general manager and should just resign.

His call indicated this issue ran deeper than it appeared.

Amid the tough economy, skipping bills happens, even mortgage defaults abound, but pulling a dine-and-dash at Apang Palace is unusual.

"What's her excuse?"

Jiang Chen inquired, mildly intrigued.

After all, even a rascal like Tiger Fool never stiffed Apang Palace; during his past ruckus, he at least pretended to order noodles.

"She claims..."

Wan Wenya paused artfully, delaying half a second before adding, "she's the boss's wife."

"..."

Jiang Chen's heart jolted abruptly.

Could it be...

Bad luck piles on.

Does disaster strike where it's weakest?

Has Li Shuru shown up?

Where did they pick up this habit of sudden ambushes?

Jiang Chen's eyebrows knitted together unconsciously.

Claiming to be the boss's wife doesn't excuse payment; that status truly waives the bill.

Even the sharpest minds slip up.

Boss Jiang had no chance to doubt, instantly picturing it as Li Shuru's covert check.

With his girlfriend here, no matter the turmoil in his head, he had to steady himself and act composed for the future.

"Pass the phone to her."

"One moment, Mr. Jiang."

Roughly thirty seconds passed.

The phone got passed over.

Silence from the other side at first, just faint breaths mixed with Apang Palace's background tunes.

No matter the downturn, lavish spenders always emerge to drown their woes.

People's joys and griefs rarely align.

Take Boss Jiang now: though the voice sounded otherworldly, his spirits didn't rise. Still, facing the call, he mustered a grin, keeping negativity from spilling over.

"What brings you here?"

"Isn't it because Jiang Sang told me to come..."

The voice entering Jiang Sang's ears was silky smooth, bone-tingling, laced with captivating grievance.

No chance to process the words; that distinctive timbre made Boss Jiang's pupils dilate wildly, his hand jerking instinctively, almost veering the car into the divider!

Dodged a false accusation just in time!

Sure enough.

Li Shuru, ever the poised professional in East Sea, wouldn't pull a stealthy stunt!

Jiang Chen clutched the wheel hard; his iron will suddenly felt pierced by a hair-thin crack.

He's mortal too.

No god.

He craves release as well.

Eyeing the oddly dancing wiper on the glass, Boss Jiang bellowed out.

"Who told you to come?!"

At Apang Palace.

Fujiwara Reiki, who had crossed oceans to arrive, shifted her phone away slightly from the deafening roar over the line.

Who permitted her visit?

Hadn't she just explained?

Excited by her voice, Jiang Sang overlooked her words entirely.

"Have you returned?"

Shifting from alluring pout to watery tenderness, her tones flowed effortlessly.

No shocks anymore.

Just labored breaths.

"Stay put, don't budge."

"Okay. I won't leave."

Obedient, so obedient?!

Jiang Chen killed the wipers and growled deeply, "Hand the phone back to Wan Wenya."

"Your boss wants a word."

Miss Fujiwara compliantly returned the device.

"Mr. Jiang."

Wan Wenya reclaimed the phone, face impassive, the perfect manager—blind and deaf to what he shouldn't catch, even if he did.

"Keep an eye on her. She doesn't step out of Apang Palace."

"Got it."

Call ended, Jiang Chen disregarded his twitching eyelid; the prior ease vanished as he slammed the gas.

"Relax, no one's faulting you. It's my debut visit here, after all."

Fujiwara Reiki assured the standing Apang Palace GM, shouldering full responsibility—no staff error in missing her, just her own tardiness.

What a gracious boss's wife.

Despite the scolding, Fujiwara Reiki's beaming smile showed her inner delight.

Staff not knowing the boss's wife means...

No prior "boss's wife" had swept in before.

Priority goes to the pioneer.

Her unintended lead claims the spot fairly.

If it stirs issues later, like rivals for "boss's wife"...

None of her concern.

"Just note it for next time."

She reinforced the memory.

Subordinates must memorize the boss's key contacts; this initial "boss's wife" encounter ensures Wan Wenya remembers.

Mr. Jiang never refuted it.

That speaks volumes.

"Mr. Jiang's heading back soon; please hold on."

"Sure, no rush—fetch a few more bottles of chilled wine."

Utter poise and authority.

Fully embodying the boss's wife role.

Wan Wenya complied, directing a server for the drinks.

"Don't stand; take a seat."

Fujiwara Reiki acted friendly, yet hierarchy deterred compliance.

"I'm good standing."

Fujiwara Reiki eyed him with a grin, "How long have you worked here?"

"Before Mr. Jiang even acquired Apang Palace."

"Surprising. So loyal yet still so rigid?"

No wonder Mr. Deng paled.

Her Mandarin mastery shone.

Wan Wenya stayed mute, guarding silently like security.

Fujiwara Reiki let him be, grabbing fresh wine, "Does your boss often bring ladies here?"

With the "boss's wife" present, utmost respect applied; loose talk was forbidden.

Wan Wenya zipped it.

"So yes?"

Fujiwara Reiki twirled her glass idly, "How many overnighted?"

Pure interrogation.

Even elites avoid gossiping about the boss's wife; Wan Wenya chose golden silence, standing like a statue.

"Hee hee..."

Fujiwara Reiki chuckled, "No need to fret; it's casual talk. I promise no tattling to your boss."

Only idiots buy that.

"Ask Mr. Jiang yourself."

"Sigh～"

Fujiwara Reiki sighed, raising her wrist and lowering her gaze, savoring the sweet vintage; each motion oozed allure.

"Asking him straight would spark a fight. We meet seldom; I hate sour moods—get it?"

Get it?

Get what?——

Wan Wenya's face stayed stone-like, welded mask, though inwardly praying for swift rescue.

"Never mind."

Fujiwara Reiki downed her sip, sighing once more, eyes wandering the lavish Apang Palace as she murmured, "No bother. Men wander; no biggie sans scandals."

Quintessential queen vibe.

Novices might swallow it.

Seasoned Wan Wenya, unmoved outwardly at her mutter, eyes flashed before he retreated discreetly, step after step.

Words breed trouble.

Silence offers no full shield.

Excess knowledge can be sinful too.