I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2270 - 1444: Seize the Day

Lord.

The term 'Lord' finds its most iconic roots in Shuihu, one of the Four Great Classical Novels.

Hmm.

Precisely.

Indeed, it's the eternal Ximen Qing, the Lord himself.

Since Fujiwara Reiki could instruct the Little Japanese Princess on Dream of the Red Chamber right in the Imperial Palace, she surely has some familiarity with Shuihu too.

Yet.

She's unafraid of resembling Pan Jinlian herself, but Jiang Chen refuses to see himself as Ximen Qing!

Very well.

From that Prince's viewpoint, the pair of them truly mirror Pan Jinlian and Ximen Qing without distinction.

To be frank.

When it comes to this, the squat and unattractive Wataru Tetsuya oddly evokes the image of the bun vendor Wu Dalang, despite their enormous status gap!

Does history echo itself in such surprising ways?

Got sidetracked.

Right now, in this very moment, Jiang Chen had no leisure to dwell on such quirky labels; the instant he retreated beyond the bedroom door, his once-steady feelings churned into chaos.

"How did you get in?!"

Miss Fujiwara reclined leisurely against the bedhead, casually coiling her long legs sheathed in white silk.

"Code locks offer convenience, yet they pale in security compared to mechanical ones."

Meaning.

She "decoded" her way inside?

True enough, even as the "boss lady," Wan Wenya wouldn't casually unlock the door for her.

The lock type makes no difference.

Locks deter only the upright, not the sly.

But when exactly did she pick up lock-picking skills?

Furthermore.

Breaking into someone else's place so freely?

No fear of a police report?!

Hmm.

Maybe she's certain the victim won't complain, and her assessment hits the mark.

Jiang Chen lingered outside his bedroom entrance, his face shifting through myriad expressions; forget police, he wouldn't even summon aid.

Consider her attire.

Too scandalous to behold!

How could he expose this to outsiders?

Exactly.

Never celebrate victory too soon.

Believing she'd departed, only to discover her nestled in his bed.

"Come in, it's late..."

Back when Pan Jinlian and Ximen Qing first entangled, this might have been their exact setup, just sans modern lingerie.

Fujiwara Reiki set aside the book and let out a yawn.

All right, she picked the lock.

But from where did that outfit come?

Nothing like it exists in his room.

During their earlier drinks, she showed no "baggage"; perhaps an inside helper?

"You're in Shen Zhou this time not just for yourself. Get up!"

Jiang Chen ordered firmly; the old Ximen Lord grasped romance far better.

Surprisingly.

Fujiwara Reiki actually rose up, shifting from side-lying to upright sitting.

But only that.

"Do you find me beautiful?"

Fine then.

Modern lingerie craftsmanship shines brightest here; her rich black tresses tumbled like a waterfall atop her curves, forging a striking black-white clash visually, her leg curls bunching the white silk into compact folds, and with the light's glow enhancing it all, this sight utterly eclipses those vendor promo shots!

If Miss Fujiwara snapped a pic for a rave review, the seller would hand over full cashback at least!

"Put your clothes on!"

Jiang Chen pressed on harshly, smartly dodging her query; regardless of his state, self-deception wasn't an option.

This stunner's charm hardly requires validation from a mere guy like him to captivate the Fujiwara Family's top heir.

"Aren’t I wearing clothes?"

Jiang Chen found himself speechless once more.

Wearing?

Yes, she was.

Though naked might tempt less.

At times, scant attire seduces more than bare skin; this proved it powerfully.

"Dress in your proper clothes!"

This time, Fujiwara Reiki spoke bluntly, "I have no clothes here; perhaps Lord can fetch some for me?"

Jiang Chen nearly embraced the title unwittingly, yet tumbled into her snare; drawn by Miss Fujiwara's sly smile curve, he entered the bedroom and began searching the wardrobes.

"Where are your clothes?!"

Nothing in the cabinets.

Nothing on the floor.

Not even beneath the bed!

...

Fujiwara Reiki blinked wordlessly, knees drawn up on the bed, appearing forlorn.

It had to be Jiang Chen.

Were it any other man, she'd be in torment now, shrieking in pain.

Jiang Chen panted briefly, fixing his gaze on her.

"If Lord dislikes my presence, I'll depart."

As their eyes met, Fujiwara Reiki yielded first, slipping from the bed in feigned retreat, unveiling a stunning vista.

Waterfall.

Mountains.

A lush forest.

The world's supreme spectacle indeed.

She padded out barefoot, sans slippers.

Jiang Chen fully recognized her ploy, utterly convinced, yet therein lies a man's weakness.

Even aware of the pretense, when she reached just the bedroom doorway, short of the living room, he halted her.

"Stop!"

Even referencing Wu Dalang—er, Prince Wataru Tetsuya left him unmoved, but anyone else beholding this beauty's form or her present allure, he... simply couldn't bear it.

At minimum, not in his sight.

Fujiwara Reiki halted.

From reclining to seated to erect, each pose unfolded sequentially, and notably, she faced away from Jiang Chen while standing, the sheer veil failing to hide the full peach shape, drooping yet firm, bouncy and pert, its feel bound to madden any toucher.

"Planning to head out dressed like that?"

"Care to lend me something to wear?"

Fujiwara Reiki stayed turned away, her face inscrutable.

Lend clothes?

Wouldn't that spark questions?

What thoughts would onlookers have upon seeing?