I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2269 - 1443: My Lord_2

With that, he sipped his wine and changed the subject.

Miss Fujiwara truly possesses not just a lover but a fiancé too.

Her true power shines in how, facing this "discouraging" matter, other women might evade or erupt in anger, but she keeps staring at Jiang Chen with genuine and fervent eyes.

"In my heart, nothing and no one matters more than Jiang Sang."

What a sincere declaration.

Is there any hint of shyness?

Why be embarrassed?

Crossing oceans to meet you is usually just song lyrics, yet she turned it into reality—how many women possess such boldness?

No need to discuss women further.

Even among men, this kind of daring is scarce.

This is obviously a moving tale of staking everything for love.

Don’t spoil the mood.

Right now, avoid slipping into Prince His Highness’s viewpoint.

The world craves truth, goodness, and beauty.

When something has dual aspects, focus on its uplifting and positive side.

"Could you say that to Wataru Tetsuya?"

Someone lacks romance or craves even sharper, more thrilling excitement.

Perhaps it’s akin to an addiction.

Once the forbidden barrier breaks, the deeper the plunge, the greater the rush.

"How does Jiang Sang know I haven’t said it already?"

Fujiwara Reiki gets the hint right away, her eyes seeming to pull one’s soul out, cheeks glowing with a drunken blush like the world’s most alluring rouge.

Like a tempting snake, she inches nearer, her hot breath brushing Jiang Chen’s face, "Does Jiang Sang recall that moment in the Imperial Palace? What if I set up Wataru Tetsuya to guard outside for us one day..."

Even Jiang Chen, picked early for the Young Pioneers, couldn’t stop himself from gulping then.

Fujiwara Reiki noticed, let out a chuckle, her laugh like enchanting music that slips through skin, into veins, and deep into the spirit.

"Is Jiang Sang stirred? Actions prove more than words—"

She’s bold enough to play this game with him, and Jiang Chen matches her skill closely.

Jiang Chen stayed calm, replying offhandedly.

"You’re truly daring."

Whether calling a woman daring is praise or scorn goes beyond materialism into ideals.

Views differ by person.

For Fujiwara Reiki, it’s no rebuke; she pressed against Boss Jiang, legs crossed without thought, the top one swinging lightly, now and then grazing Jiang Chen’s trouser leg.

"Jiang Sang just realized?"

Her comeback landed like a last-second game-winner, dashing Jiang Chen’s chance to recover. Speechless, he lifted his glass quietly.

Fujiwara Reiki knew the right moment to ease off; pushing too hard isn’t always good, though in bed, it’s another story.

"I heard this spot once belonged to Lan Peizhi, and Jiang Sang turned it into a thriving success after taking it over."

"Just heard?"

"Jiang Sang～"

Fujiwara Reiki pursed her lips, "I’ve been out of Shen Zhou for ages."

Hmm.

Good thing her attention is mostly on Japan these days, or Kyoto news would definitely reach her.

"How long do you intend to remain?"

Her excuse rang so true, refusal was out of the question.

"How long does Jiang Sang wish me to stay?"

What if one night seems endless?

"Your brother’s linking up with the Anglo-Saxons, and US troops on the island keep shifting, so it’s not wise for you to linger away. Japan requires your oversight."

Reasoned argument—anyone can try it.

"I know. Fujiwara Takuya, that fellow, lives up to the Fujihara blood; he’ll keep fighting while any chance exists."

Mentioning her brother, now the thirteenth clan head of the Fujiwara Family, Fujiwara Reiki sounded complimentary, but her brows showed contempt. She sipped her wine, "Rest easy, Jiang Sang. Fujiwara Takuya won’t stir major trouble, though those US troops are a real nuisance. Jiang Sang’s plan to revive the trilateral free trade pact is brilliant, and I fully support it. This draws us nearer, yet the Anglo-Saxons will no doubt stir issues."

Matching power with power.

If one’s forces can’t hold out alone, seek a mightier partner.

Especially true for Fujiwara Reiki.

She bears a bold red stamp, forcing her to align fully eastward, which she both can and must.

Though she "rules from the shadows" in the Fujihara Family and officially heads Japan’s Dual Development Committee, steering the nation, the hidden currents under the seat of power never cease and surge anew.

Her swift trip to Shen Zhou this time might stem from yearning, or perhaps more than that.

Unable to trust kin and raised in dread, such souls forever miss one feeling.

—Security.

"Their opposition or backing is their affair. Reviving the free trade deal, removing trade walls, advancing regional unity to boost tripartite economic growth—that’s our call. Others may voice thoughts but can’t meddle."

How righteous and lofty!

Even Fujiwara Reiki felt daunted.

Sure enough, Miss Fujiwara yielded, murmuring "Hmm," nodding, then adding, "Discussing this with me wastes breath, but I’ll carry Jiang Sang’s words’ essence back to Japan."

If only one party slot existed, she’d fit better than Jiang Chen.

Jiang Chen drank quietly, feelings slowly settling.

In truth.

What grounds does he have to judge her harshly? She came for him, to escape destiny’s chains, and has offered him massive aid that can’t be overlooked.

Her Kyoto visit followed his request; her haste doesn’t justify lashing out.

His mindset requires further polish.

"If you’re finished, I’ll have someone escort you back."

Jiang Chen’s voice grew milder.

She probably didn’t travel solo, likely with a team.

"I’m here to help Jiang Sang drain these drinks; let’s not waste them."

Fujiwara Reiki smiled softly, radiantly sweet and compliant, prompting Jiang Chen to look her way again.

"Is there... anything Jiang Sang wants to tell me?"

Her lashes fluttered; in their shared gaze, beyond soft fondness, lingered a touch of eager hope.

But what met her was quiet stillness.

Fujiwara Reiki gave a soft smile, no trace of letdown, as if she’d found peace inside, "Then I’ll cherish every moment with Jiang Sang."

Night must fade.

The feast will end.

Plus, little wine remains.

After thirty minutes together, they parted once more, divided by peaks, oceans, and borders.

Fujiwara Reiki switched tactics surprisingly, no clinging, stood up, and refused even Jiang Chen’s escort.

"No need to bother Jiang Sang."

She leaned in, murmured by his ear, then departed gracefully outward, like a dancing poppy.

Jiang Chen’s brows knit faintly, unused to her thoughtfulness, but Fujiwara Reiki truly went, leaving only her scent and—

A glass bearing a lipstick stain.

She drank heartily.

Yet Jiang Chen felt undersatisfied, arriving late; post-departure, he called for more wine, sitting solo to imbibe.

Over forty minutes later.

Amid Apang Palace’s lively whirl, Jiang Chen rose quietly, headed upstairs, letting the buzz aid deep sleep.

Reaching his private suite’s door, he opened it and instantly felt off.

Not from spotting clues.

Pure gut feeling.

He shut the door, advanced leisurely into the space, neared the bedroom entrance, hand outstretched to ease it open.

That instant.

He froze in place.

Bedside lamp’s gentle glow spilled out.

Upon the bed.

The stunning beauty who’d left forty minutes prior lay there, lounging, raven hair draped freely, perusing a book.

And most strikingly.

Maybe summer’s warmth, no cover on her; fresh from a bath, outfit renewed, white lace showing teasing undergarments with white garter stockings, innocence and seduction mingling between her crossed legs, feet in sheer white silk nearly sparking raw urge to nibble... Jiang Chen involuntarily retreated a step!

"Jiang Sang, shall we rest now?"

Feeling her expected guest return, from her prone reading spot, her eyes left the pages, smile at her lips calm and warm.