I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2309 - 1466: A Loss! (Labor Is the Most Guang Rong!)

Morning has arrived?

Upon opening his eyes, his vision cleared, his mind was exceptionally lucid, and the familiar grogginess of a hangover was completely absent.

In dire circumstances, when facing an insurmountable problem, a person might instinctively wish to pass out.

He had managed to do just that.

And he didn't even recall how he lost consciousness.

His last coherent memory before collapsing was that Fujiwara Reiki hadn't departed, and Shi Qianxi required his attention. Yet, upon waking, everything seemed resolved, no longer needing his intervention, a crisis narrowly averted...

Before a sense of relief could even begin to surface.

He suddenly became aware of an arm pressed against a soft, warm, and yielding surface, accompanied by the sensation of distinct curves. Then, his sense of smell gradually returned.

Following the faint, drifting fragrance, Jiang Chen slowly turned his head. His pupils constricted, and as his gaze fully took in the oval face nestled amongst the hair, he felt a prickling sensation on his scalp.

Just as he had suspected.

What was inevitable was now upon him.

The lingering discomfort of a hangover was still to be faced.

Jiang Chen instinctively held his breath. With half his body pinned, he could only subtly lift his other hand and cautiously peek under the blanket.

All his hopes for a fortunate outcome were instantly dashed.

His current state was identical to when he first arrived in this world—completely bare, not even a stitch of underwear.

He strained with all his might to remember.

But his memories always concluded with Fujiwara Reiki's indistinct visage, offering no recollection of subsequent events.

Collapsed before one woman, only to awaken beside another.

This sort of narrative was indeed exceedingly peculiar and quite startling.

"Awake?"

A voice broke the silence.

Remaining perfectly still did not halt the passage of time.

Though the voice was undeniably familiar, Jiang Chen, at this moment, hesitated to meet the other's eyes. He lay stiffly on the bed, gazing intently at the ceiling, and responded with a soft tone.

His surroundings began to come into focus.

This was his own room.

"Are you feeling unwell anywhere?"

Warm breaths caressed his face, accompanied by the light brush of hair against his skin. Boss Jiang was not typically one to be shy, but the current circumstances were simply too...

It was crucial.

After a direct inquiry.

Not only was he unclothed.

The person beside him was as well!

Even though he had already experienced intimate moments with this young lady, being in such an "unadorned" state together was truly a novel experience!

"No."

"Really, nothing? Wan Wenya mentioned you were poisoned."

Why, after a single night.

Was she so much gentler now?

Jiang Chen dared not turn his head. If he had, he would have seen Director Shi's face, still softened by the lingering haze of waking, radiating a rare tenderness. Even her typically proud features seemed gentler in the bright morning light.

Poisoned?

Jiang Chen was momentarily taken aback, but quickly understood.

Could anyone fault him for not learning his lesson?

Absolutely not.

He had simply been caught completely off guard!

But.

Why had that Demoness drugged him again?!

What was her objective?!

Before Jiang Chen could piece together the sequence of events, he felt a strange soreness on his face.

What kind of poison would cause facial pain?

"I think my face feels a little..."

"You fell," Shi Qianxi interjected. "Last night, after Wan Wenya helped you to bed, you rolled off yourself when I went to take a shower."

This was utter fabrication.

She was clearly taking advantage of his amnesia after losing consciousness.

It wasn't a fall.

Being unconscious and being drunk were entirely different; it was nearly impossible to move much in such a state.

Indeed.

The reason for his facial discomfort was that Director Shi had struck him.

Although Wan Wenya had explained the situation repeatedly last night, and she wasn't exactly an innocent young girl, Shi Qianxi found it difficult to believe such a flimsy excuse.

Therefore.

Her initial anger, fueled by the unexpected appearance of the female demon, had simmered. She took advantage of the situation, mounting him and delivering several slaps.

She had expected him to react immediately, but to her surprise, he remained motionless, like a stubborn log.

Was this akin to King Goujian's legendary perseverance?

Preconceptions truly were mountains in one's heart.

Only when Shi Qianxi's slaps began to make Jiang Chen's face swell, and she believed he was feigning, did she finally realize something was amiss.

She couldn't comprehend it.

Even if drunk, wouldn't one still retain some basic control over their actions?

Many people made mistakes precisely because they were intoxicated.

Given this man's cunning, even if he intended to pretend, he wouldn't resort to such an unnecessary and foolish ploy.

Once she confirmed he wasn't merely "acting," the seemingly innocent woman finally found peace. Shi Qianxi dismounted him, left the room, and sought out Wan Wenya again. After medical personnel confirmed the situation, she finally understood that he had genuinely been poisoned.

Why had the female demon administered poison to him?

Even with Director Shi’s formidable intellect, she could never have fathomed the true objective was to strip him of all self-control.

Sometimes, the solutions to complicated issues are surprisingly straightforward.

It was precisely her inability to comprehend, coupled with the slaps from the previous night, that led her to disregard the situation, resulting in her gentle demeanor upon waking.

Precisely.

The absolute, paramount concern.

Is their present state.

Completely inseparable, their lives now inextricably linked.

Even if the ability to act has been lost, it matters not; getting a marriage license without a grand ceremony, isn't that a form of union?

The capacity to adapt to evolving circumstances is absolutely vital.

"I have repaid your kindness," Shi Qianxi whispered, leaning in and breathing softly into his ear.

Indeed, she had offered herself willingly.

Even if one's actions were perceived as a transgression, the denial could no longer persist; Jiang Chen closed his eyes.

"I feel somewhat deceived."

A smirk played on Shi Qianxi's lips as her elegant legs brushed lightly beneath the covers, "One should show gratitude."

The tables had completely turned.

Her objective was elegantly simple.

She wasn't a genuine femme fatale.

With her objective triumphantly achieved, a thoroughly satisfied Shi Qianxi reached for the blanket, intending to disengage, but was abruptly pulled back with a startled cry.

"What are you doing?"

She found herself back on the bed, her hair in disarray.

"What is truly wrong with my face?"

Flipping over, Jiang Chen gazed down at her, his hands securing her wrists.

Shi Qianxi's gaze flickered nervously, "I told you, you stumbled."

No witnesses present.

Even if the claim was one-sided, there was no way to disprove it.

"Is this your interpretation of offering yourself?"

"What else could it be?!"

Shi Qianxi shot a defiant glare at the man who now held her pinned down.

Men, it seemed, were universally alike.

Feigning gentlemanly conduct before succumbing, only to reveal their true colors once escape became impossible.

Yet, how could she possibly remain the same as before?

You must understand, Director Shi wasn't foolish in love; she possessed a true understanding of how to handle men, having simply lacked the opportunity to utilize it previously.

Much like how many women are completely compliant before marriage, only to become as unyielding as Mount Shu after tying the knot.

With her hands immobilized, Shi Qianxi instinctively bent her knees, pressing them against his unyielding abdomen.

"It's your own fault for letting your guard down and being drugged. It's not my fault. Now get up."

The woman's change of demeanor was undeniably swifter than his own movement.

"You are committing fraud."

Shi Qianxi's fair skin was dusted with a blush; after all, in their current state of complete nudity, pressed close together, natural responses were inevitable.

"You require a thorough medical examination. Last night, they didn't dare to investigate deeply, only performing a cursory check. Who knows if there are lingering poison effects, or if you've contracted any contagious ailments?"

A woman of noble standing is, of course, distinct.

Her priorities invariably lie with health and impeccable hygiene.