I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2268 - 1443: Consort

Upon Boss Jiang's arrival, Wan Wenya was spotted stationed at the Apang Palace entrance, serving as a sort of "doorman."

While maintaining a low profile makes sense, isn't this level of concealment excessive?

"Mr. Jiang."

"Didn't I instruct you to watch her closely?"

As Wan Wenya approached to welcome him, the typically genial Boss Jiang let loose a sharp rebuke.

People differ from plants.

Emotions surely ebb and flow intensely.

Wan Wenya responded with composure: "The lady remains occupied with her drinks."

That's right.

Boss Jiang had commanded her not to leave Apang Palace.

Is there any issue with guarding the doorway?

She's safely inside Apang Palace, unable to escape even if she sprouted wings.

Jiang Chen hurried into the venue.

Wan Wenya trailed behind.

Navigating the crowded central area, they soon spotted a particular foreign visitor sipping her drink at ease.

She appeared utterly relaxed.

Jiang Chen pressed on toward her.

Wan Wenya wisely halted her steps.

Detection works like Bluetooth, requiring closeness to link up. As if picking up on his presence, Fujiwara Reiki turned just then, her eyes lighting up brightly, followed by a dazzling smile that outshone the glittering lights, utterly mesmerizing.

"Jiang Sang～"

Her trust surged like ocean waves, deeper than profound longing.

Those sparkling, eager eyes revealed genuine emotion, no pretense involved.

On the table.

Empty bottles littered it one by one.

She had consumed a substantial amount.

Believing herself the boss's lady, free from the bill, she drank freely.

Boss Jiang proved himself a true gentleman. Others might melt at such a call, yet he remained steadfast, taking a seat with a grave expression and uttering not a word.

Fujiwara Reiki's gaze clung to him like a magnet.

For any man.

—That sense of triumph overwhelms.

"Have you drunk enough?"

After letting the tension build, Boss Jiang at last addressed her. His face stayed serious, neither furious nor welcoming.

"I’m not drunk; my alcohol tolerance is strong."

Miss Fujiwara cooed playfully or perhaps clarified, her every "nujia" slipping out smoothly and naturally.

"What brings you here?"

Jiang Chen cut straight to the chase, uninterested in any "flirtation."

Fujiwara Reiki fluttered her lashes seductively, replying innocently: "Isn’t Jiang Sang pushing for free trade ties between Korea, Japan, and Shen Zhou? I’ve come regarding that."

As expected.

This enchantress never engages without full preparation.

Opting for a "sneak attack," she arrived fully "armed."

Unlike Shi Qianxi.

Shi Qianxi excels at defiance, but she persuades through "logic."

Therefore.

Regardless of Boss Jiang's inner turmoil, no outlet for his frustration emerged.

"Did you have to show up in person?"

"For such a major deal, how else to demonstrate sincerity without coming myself? My presence boosts the odds of agreement."

With these words, Miss Fujiwara adopted a vulnerable, timid air once more, fretting, "...Jiang Sang, have I erred somehow?"

What defines mastery.

What marks true savvy.

She rivals Daji indeed.

By no means outdone by a millennium-old vixen!

Aware it's all an act, yet no criticism escaped his lips.

With her striving to assist, how could one berate her—that would be utterly deplorable.

Boss Jiang possessed no such shamelessness.

Thus, his raging fury lodged firmly in his chest; confronted by Miss Fujiwara’s wary gaze, he could only quietly grab the bottle from the table.

"Two more bottles."

Fujiwara Reiki promptly summoned.

Maybe to chill his temper, Jiang Chen downed two glasses straight away—after all, this iced white beverage resembled soda, with minimal alcohol content.

"Jiang Sang appears upset?"

Fujiwara Reiki probed gently, settling beside him like a concubine attending an ancient emperor.

Back when Su Daji kept King Zhou company, her look was likely identical.

Not a direct probe.

Previously.

Jiang Sang hadn't reacted this way upon seeing her.

Though their meetings were sporadic, Jiang Sang held emotions dear.

Something must already weigh on him.

"It’s nothing."

Jiang Chen brushed it off instantly.

He hadn't anticipated her sailing across at this juncture to reach Kyoto.

Nor did he wish for her awareness of the situation.

Family troubles stay private, as the proverb goes.

Don't get the wrong idea.

Not that sort of notion.

Moreover, by heritage, she's truly an "outsider."

Given their complicated bonds, her discovery might bring unknown risks, but Jiang Chen knew for certain—no upsides would follow.

Yet his firm rejection sparked doubt in anyone normal.

The tale of "no three hundred taels here" rings familiar to all Shen Zhou folk, and Miss Fujiwara, steeped in Shen Zhou lore, knows it well.

Still, as Fujiwara Reiki—a woman who almost swayed her brother from morality—she respected his silence and, womanly wise, dropped the subject.

"Does Jiang Sang miss me?"

She raised her glass, shifting topics smoothly.

Jiang Chen glanced across, locking eyes with her expectant stare.

Husband and wife for a day beget a hundred days' bond, as they say.

Let alone beyond a single day.

Indeed.

Merely "daytime," excluding night.

Precisely so.

Shirking duty afterward doesn't suit Boss Jiang's nature.

"You still have time to visit Kyoto, shouldn't you be readying for your marriage to Prince Wataru Tetsuya?"