I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2275 - 1447: Getting Livelier and Livelier (Part 2)

The bed offers total satisfaction.

Laughter echoes beneath the bed.

What more could a woman desire from such a perfect partner?

As a lady, what else might one crave?

After being overheard throughout the night without a second thought, Fujiwara Reiki cared even less about Sakura being there right now.

Yet Jiang Chen wasn't quite as indifferent as her; he grabbed his chopsticks and said, "Let’s eat."

"Mm."

Fujiwara Reiki answered meekly, picking up her chopsticks while letting out a gentle sigh, "Beautiful moments always pass too quickly; Li Ji must head back to work."

"I’ll accompany you."

Jiang Chen replied with composure.

While a certain someone shared intimate moments with the Japanese Crown Princess, over at Jiuding Group, the workaholic Princess Cao issued orders to her secretary.

"Cancel the six o’clock meeting this afternoon."

No explanation provided.

The secretary hesitated to inquire further, "Okay, Ms. Cao."

Once the secretary exited the office, Youmao leaped up with excitement, "Miss, are we wrapping up early today?"

The roses bouquet remained in the office, neither faded nor discarded in the bin. Naturally, it sat in a subtle spot near the glass curtain wall—chosen by Youmao herself—but from the desk, a quick glance upward revealed it clearly.

"No."

Cao Jinse stayed bent over her paperwork, diligently checking documents. Alongside physical files, her inbox filled daily with hundreds of emails needing her sign-off.

"Why not? You just canceled the meeting. Miss, you’ve pulled overtime for days straight; your health won’t hold up."

"I’m not a child; I can manage myself."

Cao Jinse kept her eyes down, speaking evenly. Though things had soured a bit that day with a particular person, her spirits appeared untouched.

"I know Miss isn’t a kid, but meals must be on schedule. You’ve been overtime grinding lately and slimmed down."

Youmao exaggerated slightly; her Miss’s meals were merely off-kilter, not skipped. Princess Cao wasn’t the type to skip eats and rest over a mere spat.

"You feel you’ve slimmed, right?"

Princess Cao glanced at her hardship-sharing Youmao, smiled, and suggested, "Tonight, I’ll treat you to something delicious."

"Really?"

Youmao doubted it, sensing a possible trick. With Miss’s recent stresses, did she truly feel like dining out?

"The spot’s reserved: Suzhou Prefecture."

Youmao’s eyes sparkled; she favored southern flavors over northern ones. Jiang-Zhe dishes lacked bold taste but shone in presentation.

Looks good!

No need for lofty expectations.

Youmao knew well that satisfaction came from modest wants.

"Something worth celebrating?"

Youmao probed cautiously, suspicion lingering.

"Need a reason just to eat?"

Having signed off on a pressing file, Princess Cao reached for the next, adding, "Someone else is footing the bill."

No surprise there!

Youmao caught on instantly, a familiar name flashing in her thoughts, prompting her to exclaim, "Jiang Chen?"

"No."

Princess Cao’s voice stayed steady as she concentrated on tasks, betraying no odd vibes.

Not Jiang Chen?

Youmao burst out, "Then who?"

"Who pays matter that much?"

"Just curious."

Princess Cao held nothing back, her eyes racing across the packed lines of text while promptly quenching Youmao’s inquisitiveness.

"Song Chaoge."

"Who?!"

Youmao’s voice pitched up unwittingly, her round face brimming with shock.

Cao Jinse raised her gaze, "Why shout?"

Youmao apologized with her look for interrupting work, yet pressed on, "Why’s Little Song suddenly asking Miss to dine?"

"I’m not his foe."

Princess Cao answered briefly.

True enough.

Even kin clash sometimes.

They’d been playmates since youth, after all.

"But..."

Youmao started to speak but trailed off, beginning to pace anxiously.

"Miss and him aren’t foes, but Little Song’s invite isn’t for casual chow. Miss, better skip it."

What Youmao spotted plainly, Princess Cao had long noted.

Young Master Song wasn’t a bootlicker.

A man of his standing wouldn’t bother unless it served a real purpose.

"I’ve already agreed."

"Promises can be broken!"

Youmao shot back promptly, though that fit her carefree style, not everyone’s regard for word or honor.

"If you’d rather not, head home ahead."

"No way!"

Youmao hurried over to the desk, "What if Little Song harbors bad intentions and tries to hurt Miss without me there?"

"Stop spouting nonsense."

Cao Jinse at last rebuked her.

Obviously, it's pure nonsense.

Young Master Song would never sink that low.

"Miss, stay on guard."

Youmao held a firm position, unrelated to outsiders—even prior to Boss Jiang's arrival, she felt repulsed by Song Chaoge and lacked any liking for him; this dislike intensified as her bond with Boss Jiang deepened.

Truth be told, he's treated her well enough, yet she sensed something phony about Song Chaoge. In other words, even under bright daylight, he exuded a shady vibe, devoid of true manhood.

Mm.

Miss herself outdid him in manliness.

She's no idiot, fully aware that Song Chaoge views Miss as more than a childhood friend, yet a guy like that doesn't deserve her in the slightest.

"Should Miss still want to go, I have to tag along. If Miss objects... I'll tell the Young Master!"

A potent ultimatum.

Being part of the Cao Family, Youmao certainly realized the Young Master echoed her feelings, disliking Little Song as well.

"When did I say you can't join?"

Princess Cao responded softly, "I only suggested you skip it if you prefer not to."

"We're definitely going! What's wrong with a free meal?"

Youmao boldly chose to play the "third wheel."

She didn't particularly back the rival; with Little Song as the sole option, Miss might as well remain single eternally.

Who claims singledom lacks thrill?

A poor pick spells lifelong regret!

Stories like that flood the internet—women trapped in misery—and each time she spotted such clips, she'd forward them, chiefly to surfing newbie Duanmu Taoist.

Mm.

She's buddies with Tanki Liuli.

Tanki Liuli seldom responds, yet always reads them thanks to the view receipts.

"If you're coming, stay silent so I can wrap up my tasks."

Youmao had no intent to slack off but simply couldn't assist, fearing she'd spoil the "date," though that tactic fell flat.

Why not postpone if today doesn't suit?

Thus, she wisely refrained from interfering, nodded knowingly, "I'll stroll about, Miss—carry on with your work."

"Mm."

Youmao departed.

Silence enveloped the office once more, broken only by the scratch of a signing pen.

To don the crown demands enduring its weight.

No average person could withstand such grueling workload.

Upon inking yet another file, Cao Jinse halted at last, setting her pen aside.

Prolonged sitting harms the health.

She flexed her wrist lightly, rose to her feet, stepped from behind the desk, let her eyes glide over the vivid roses, lingered briefly, then headed to the very first rose bouquet she'd ever received.

With Youmao gone.

In front of the blooms, Cao Jinse gazed quietly, extended her hand to softly caress the petals, grasped the tip, and pulled one free.

Unlike artificial blooms, genuine flowers fade quickly, particularly fragile roses that demand proper tending. Placed here sans vase, they appear perfect at a distance, but up close in hand, the core petals show signs of rot and wilting.

Her fingers shifted from caressing to pressing into the petals, effortlessly splitting the delicate rose with just a fingertip.

"It's turning even busier."