I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2308 - 1465: I Know

It appears not everyone indulged excessively tonight; some have been wandering aimlessly.

Earlier, the beverages served at Fujiwara Reiki’s table were, in fact, merely "soda water."

Naturally, soda water contains no alcohol; it’s typically unscrupulous vendors who dilute spirits, and it's unlikely anyone would add alcohol to plain water.

However, there’s a common saying:

It’s not the alcohol itself that intoxicates, but rather the individual’s state of mind.

Drunkenness often depends on the ambiance, the overall feeling, the attractiveness of the company – whether the man is dashing or the woman is alluring.

What’s happening isn’t an act.

Someone’s current posture is undeniably… undignified.

His face has made contact with the tabletop. This doesn’t resemble typical drunkenness, which progresses gradually; he looks more like a robot that received an instant shutdown command, with one arm dangling limply over the edge.

"Hey～"

A complex mixture of helplessness, grievance, frustration, and unwillingness was conveyed in that single sigh.

Fujiwara Reiki observed the man who had abruptly ceased functioning, remaining seated and composed, without any sign of panic.

Can sheer willpower truly conquer destiny?

Even though she had altered her predetermined path, it seemed the heavens were still harboring a profound animosity towards her.

Meticulous planning and arduous effort ultimately cannot withstand a mere twist of fate.

Don’t be deceived by her cheerful interactions with that Jin Hai second-generation heir tonight; in reality, her intentions are as terrifying as Shi Qianxi's, perhaps even more so!

There were moments she harbored thoughts of ending the other person’s life.

The so-called "sisters" are, of course, nothing but a facade.

She, who is fated to remain in the shadows, likely cannot even aspire to the status of a lover, let alone rank among them.

Regardless of their struggles, it holds no real consequence for her; their triumphs or failures, their seniority or juniority, would have no impact on her existence.

What she truly desires is a profoundly simple wish.

Unfortunately.

Once again, her efforts have culminated in failure.

Miss Fujiwara, ever self-aware, is not someone who lacks magnanimity.

However.

She is, after all, human.

And being human.

One cannot escape the inherent frailties of human nature.

Her carefully laid plans were thwarted, and now she is expected to help others shine, to tailor dresses for them?

Why must it be so?!

If her own aspirations cannot be realized, she certainly won't allow others to find easy success!

"Could it be that Li Ji isn’t providing Jiang Sang with sufficient comfort?"

Fujiwara Reiki whispered softly, reaching out to gently stroke Jiang Chen’s hair and face.

There's a saying in Shen Zhou: facing the consequences of stubborn refusal.

Since her earnest pleas failed to sway him, and even her request to "rent a hotel room" was met with rejection.

It seems she has no choice but to resort to more forceful measures.

If he refuses to share a bed with her tonight, then no one else will be able to sleep with him either.

Of course.

There was, in fact, another viable option.

To simply abduct him and remove him from the premises.

But this is Kyoto, and this location is Apang Palace.

Sakura certainly lacks the ability to grow wings and fly away or burrow beneath the earth.

Don’t underestimate the vigilance of the security personnel; they are not mere figureheads.

Apang Palace isn’t solely a nightclub; it doesn't permit clandestine "abductions" of patrons.

The notion of a "body snatch" is even more far-fetched.

Moreover, the person incapacitated is, after all, their boss.

Fujiwara Reiki understands; it’s not his fault. After a lingering, affectionate caress, she can only slowly retract her hand, stand up, and reluctantly decide to depart.

"Your boss is intoxicated; take him to rest."

As she passed by Wan Wenya, she stated.

Intoxicated?

Wan Wenya gave a slight, almost imperceptible nod. He watched the woman, possibly the most disgruntled "madam boss" in history, depart, and then turned his attention back to the table.

Indeed.

Mr. Jiang was slumped over the table, appearing utterly insensible.

Hmm.

While this tactic might not be the most sophisticated, in a moment of crisis, facing an unforeseen incident, it was the only course of action available.

"Mr. Jiang, she has left."

Approaching the table, Wan Wenya leaned in and murmured softly, disregarding the other’s "dramatically" incapacitated posture.

The theatrics might be a bit overdone, but it hardly matters as long as the intended outcome is achieved.

To his surprise, the general manager of Apang Palace observed that the individual showed no response and thus reiterated, "Mr. Jiang, she has left."

Still motionless.

A flicker of suspicion crossed Wan Wenya’s eyes.

Could he actually be drunk?

How could that possibly be true?

He was fully aware of the quantity of alcohol consumed at both tables.

No, more accurately, at the single table.

"Mr. Jiang?"

He called out again, tentatively. Receiving no reaction, he couldn’t resist gently nudging the other person.

"Mr. Jiang!"

Wan Wenya’s expression tightened as he realized something was wrong. He hurried to the other side, immediately reaching out to check for breathing.

This demonstrates true professionalism.

Fortunately.

Despite appearing lifeless, a faint breath remained, not that this general manager could be blamed for his panic; at his standing, he had witnessed far too much brutality and deception.

Once it was verified that the boss was merely unconscious, Wan Wenya let out a substantial sigh of relief before swiftly issuing commands to summon medical personnel.

Why is it perpetually stated that talent is a rare commodity?

This situation serves as a prime illustration.

Some observers might mistake your precarious position for a deliberate pose.

Medical staff, trained for emergencies, quickly arrived, discreetly dressed to avoid attracting undue attention.

"Mr. Jiang... has been poisoned."

Following a precise and tense examination, a physician, capable of consulting at any leading hospital, declared this.

"Poisoned?"

"There's no need for concern, Mr. Wan. Mr. Jiang's vital signs are stable; his pulse is consistent. It appears he ingested a benzodiazepine-type substance, which can be colloquially understood as... knockout drops."

To ensure clarity, the attending doctor offered a straightforward comparison.

"Are you absolutely certain?"

"Without a shadow of a doubt."

There was no question that the summoned medical personnel were experiencing considerable bewilderment internally.

The boss was drugged right here?

He certainly wouldn't have self-administered it in such a state.

"Will there be any lingering effects or adverse reactions?"

"Benzodiazepine medications primarily act as sedatives and sleep inducers; they don't inflict severe bodily harm. However... Mr. Jiang is unlikely to regain consciousness tonight."

"Hmm."

No explicit directives were necessary; it was implicitly understood what should and should not be divulged.

After confirming the boss's immediate safety, Wan Wenya personally assisted him upstairs, to the entrance of the private lounge.

The door swung open.

Patiently waiting, Shi Qianxi regarded the Apang Palace general manager, then the slumped figure resembling sodden mud beside him, a frown creasing her brow.

"Mr. Jiang has been poisoned."

Shi Qianxi registered the statement with a jolt but displayed no outward agitation.

She was truly going to extraordinary lengths to champion his cause.

Fabricating even such elaborate scenarios.

While she had not personally inconvenienced anyone, as a subordinate, she was bound not to defy her superior's commands; the boss's instructions were to be carried out without question.

Thus, without inquiring about the specific poison, she granted them entry, allowing Wan Wenya to place the individual onto the bed.

"You may excuse yourself now."

In the presence of external parties, Director Shi maintained her customary composure: dignified, serene, and composed.

"Mr. Jiang is indeed poisoned."

Jiang Chen had undoubtedly selected the correct individual; this Apang Palace general manager exhibited profound loyalty, reiterating the boss's purported condition.

Shi Qianxi granted him a measured glance, "I am aware."

"..."

His duty discharged, Wan Wenya had nothing further to add and had no choice but to depart.