I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2304 - 1463: Make It Quick

With Shi Qianxi’s permission granted, Jiang Chen did indeed rise and depart with the attendant. His outward appearance betrayed no hint of any unusual circumstances. He had to leave. What else could he possibly do if he remained? Wait for that self-proclaimed "boss lady" to seek him out? This establishment, Apang Palace, was his domain. He was the ultimate master here. If a scandal were to erupt in full view of everyone, how could his business operations continue? What would become of his esteemed reputation? As Boss Jiang, presiding over such a grand and expansive venue, there were undoubtedly countless minor affairs demanding his attention, particularly given its location within the Imperial City, where distinguished guests frequently arrived, necessitating his personal attention and greetings. Shi Qianxi, herself a figure of authority, possessed complete understanding and empathy. After observing the situation for a brief moment, she soon redirected her gaze, without harboring any suspicion. It was quite different from Princess Cao's predicament. There was no concern about someone making an escape. This was Apang Palace, after all. A monk might flee, but could the temple itself be abandoned?

"Whew..."

It was as if he possessed eyes in the back of his head. The moment the scrutinizing gaze behind him withdrew, the man, who had maintained an appearance of composure, let out a silent sigh of relief. His previously taut body suddenly went limp with relaxation. Thoughts are one thing; actions are quite another. The wind whipping across Yongding Bridge had indeed offered him considerable "enlightenment," yet the alignment of knowledge and action is a principle that even the wisest sages continually strive to embody. He was merely an ordinary individual. How could he possibly transform into a sage overnight?

"Mr. Jiang."

When seeking a subordinate to handle a situation, one should find someone adept at managing affairs. In the professional sphere, emotional intelligence often holds greater significance than raw IQ. Wan Wenya, the General Manager of Apang Palace, serves as a prime example. Perceiving that the boss was in a "delicate situation," she adeptly managed to detain the "boss lady," dispatched an attendant to provide a discreet heads-up, and skillfully orchestrated the seating arrangements. Instead of placing them on the readily visible second floor, she opted for an secluded alcove on the ground floor. The two tables were positioned so far apart that a chance encounter between them would require the absolute worst of luck.

Meeting her gaze, Jiang Chen calmly gave a nod and indicated, "Proceed." Wan Wenya, betraying no emotion, turned and departed.

"It would have been best to provide a heads-up before your arrival."

Who was the singular "boss lady" at Apang Palace, or perhaps more accurately, the current predominant "boss lady"? It could only be Miss Fujiwara from the Sakura Country. Even with Miss Fujiwara's considerable abilities, she had failed to notice the unspoken understanding between this subordinate and her superior. Her smile remained radiant as she declared, "It’s quite alright. If Jiang Sang is not available, Li Ji can simply wait in the room for Jiang Sang. But Li Ji's fortune is better this time compared to the previous occasion, wouldn't you agree?"

Hmm.

Last time, her wait was in vain; she had waited for such a long time.

This time.

She had managed to intercept him precisely.

Fortune appears to fluctuate; Boss Jiang certainly couldn't claim to be particularly lucky at this moment, but he also couldn't simply bid farewell now, nor could he openly state the truth. Shi Qianxi might be entirely unaware of Fujiwara Reiki's presence, but this Japanese enchantress likely had an exhaustive understanding of his social connections.

"During these sensitive times, let us endeavor to minimize private meetings."

Jiang Chen took his seat. Despite his inner turmoil, he could not afford to appear agitated, let alone betray his anxiety. At moments like these. It represents the paramount test of one's acting prowess.

"Li Ji understands. However, Li Ji truly cannot quell her profound longing for Jiang Sang. Every night, Jiang Sang graciously appears within Li Ji's dreams, yet upon waking, Jiang Sang is nowhere to be found. Can Jiang Sang possibly comprehend such a feeling?"

Jiang Chen's expression remained impassive.

Whether he could genuinely comprehend such emotions remained an open question.

It now became evident that the adage about missing someone for a single day feeling like three years was far from an exaggeration. Chairman Fujiwara, consumed by her yearning, gazed with adoration upon her beloved, saying, "When Li Ji was in Japan, she could manage to suppress her thoughts. But now, here in Kyoto, the mere contemplation of being in the same city as Jiang Sang makes it impossible for Li Ji to restrain herself..."

"Enough. Cease this."

The other party seemed utterly unacquainted with the concept of blushing, but as the listener, Jiang Chen found it nearly unbearable.

Indeed.

He truly began to question his own allure.

It was, in fact, entirely normal.

One cannot perceive the true form of Mount Lu while standing directly within its embrace.

It is often the case that individuals struggle the most to see themselves clearly.

Even in an era rife with sycophants, his charisma was not insignificant; it merely lacked one vital component.

Wealth.

A magnificent firework still requires a spark to ignite before it can spectacularly bloom above the heads of all onlookers.

And wealth.

Serves as the igniter that sets the firework ablaze.

Why did Ai Qian fall for someone possessing nothing back in those days? The matter of infidelity is a separate discussion.

The fact that he was chosen by a young and beautiful woman during those times of poverty speaks volumes.

"Has Mr. Jiang's troublesome affair been somewhat resolved?"

When instructed to stop, she indeed ceased her discourse; the ability to exercise self-control is a rare quality.

"Sit for a brief while longer, and then you may depart."

Jiang Chen's words, while omitting a direct response, carried a slightly gentler tone.

No one can instantaneously reach the finish line.