I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2317 - 1472: Cold Water (Part 2)

"You don't have to endure this if you don't want to."

Did you think you could simply choose not to endure?

I'll do the exact opposite.

"I understand. It's my fault today."

Boss Jiang then commenced a self-reflection, or rather, he manufactured an excuse to salvage his pride. "Climbing over the wall to get here was indeed my error. But this isn't the first instance, is it? Was it always my fault? That time at Gudao River, it was the driver who braked suddenly..."

"Shut up!"

One must admit.

Boss Jiang possesses an truly remarkable memory!

Lan Peizhi's countenance seemed to instantly extinguish any light, as if the bright fluorescent lamp above radiated an icy chill. Yet, upon closer inspection of her eyes, one could perceive subtle ripples of emotion concealed beneath the veneer of coldness, artfully hidden, buried too deeply.

"I apologize!"

Jiang Chen immediately offered his apologies, hastily retracting his unfinished words. Sometimes, speech can invite calamity, and certain truths are best left unspoken, even if they are factual.

Some recollections are destined to remain merely memories.

"If you utter such nonsense again, I will rip your mouth open."

This evening, Lan Peizhi appeared to reveal her notoriously fearsome disposition, or rather, in the face of someone's audacious probing, she began to manifest her displeasure.

Beneath her imposing gaze, Jiang Chen no longer dared to employ any clever tactics, obediently clamping his mouth shut and swiftly raising his hands in a gesture of understanding.

"If I hear those words again, from any source whatsoever, your tongue will cease to exist."

Jiang Chen understood that remaining silent was the wisest course of action at this juncture. However, for his own future security and to preempt suffering undeserved grievances, he quietly inquired, "What if that driver speaks nonsense..."

The driver's internal monologue at that moment: I'm going to die!

Lan Peizhi fixed him with an icy glare.

Jiang Chen raised his hands, signaling his comprehension, promising no more foolish talk. "The heavens know, the earth knows, you know, I know."

"You'd best forget it."

Jiang Chen was taken aback. Although a wise person would know when to back down, and in this situation, he ought to comply with her wishes, he found himself struggling to deceive a woman.

"Forget? How can one forget? The human mind isn't a computer that can be formatted. The harder you try to forget something, the more vividly you'll remember it. You ask me to forget; can you truly forget?"

What constitutes a true master?

Brandishing weapons in the street merely marks one as a performer.

Only those who dare to dance at the edge of a blade, disco atop a volcano, and play the suona in a morgue are genuine masters!

It was evident that Lan Peizhi was already agitated by shame, her usually flawless complexion, rarely and unprecedentedly, displaying a faint blush.

And yet!

And yet, his words were remarkably sound, unassailable by either emotion or logic.

She couldn't possibly devolve into a shrew who relied solely on brute force and lacked any semblance of reason, could she?

Lan Peizhi's chest rose and fell with agitation, revealing an incomparable, captivating allure. Though not overtly ostentatious, it was potent enough to enthrall the soul~

Someone had practically achieved a feat none could replicate. Even if he were to perish tonight, he truly wouldn't depart without regrets, but at the very least, he would have died gloriously.

"Cough."

A gentle cough punctuated the moment, its timing expertly executed. "Is there any water?"

Lan Peizhi's gaze, sharp as icy blades, could inflict pain even on the skin. Forget ordinary individuals; even the most unruly young prince would likely be unable to withstand it and would seek refuge elsewhere. Yet, Jiang Chen remained placid, like a steadfast old deity, unmoved, as if firmly affixed to the chair, betraying no hint of unease.

Run?

In his current state, no part of his body felt comfortable; even walking normally was a struggle. Could he possibly run?

The request for water was clearly a ploy to ease the tension. Jiang Chen harbored no illusions of receiving esteemed guest treatment, yet the other party's reaction surpassed his expectations.

Just then, the genuine Blood Guanyin, after a brief pause, actually stood up and departed the main room, seemingly intending to fetch him water.

Jiang Chen blinked in surprise, dazed in his seat, feeling unexpectedly flattered.

Could it be that his earnest efforts had finally borne fruit?

Taming, or rather, managing a woman like Lan Peizhi required deviating from conventional male tactics; one had to adopt an unconventional strategy!

Of course.

Jiang Chen didn't allow himself to rejoice prematurely; wishful thinking wouldn't suffice. Perhaps she had merely gone to fetch mosquito repellent.

After several minutes of anxious anticipation, upon hearing approaching footsteps, Jiang Chen's head whipped around instantly.

His pupils constricted.

A woman, clad in casual attire and with flowing long hair, indeed entered, holding a disposable cup of water!

The surge of emotions at that moment nearly made Jiang Chen forget the discomfort in his body; he immediately rose from his seat.

It wasn't a misunderstanding.

It was genuinely being served to him.

Lan Peizhi silently extended a disposable paper cup towards him.

Swiftly extending a hand, the heavy cup of water was received. The temperature indicated it was clearly not boiling at 100℃.

Observing the faint ripples of cool water within, one was left speechless and profoundly moved, seeming on the verge of tears once more.

This time,

it was out of sheer emotion!

"Drink it up,"

Lan Peizhi said, her voice soft, gentle, and incredibly heartwarming.

It’s better to let Qi flow than to block it.

This beating was entirely worth it!

The true value of something lies not in its material worth, but in the deep affection it embodies.

Even without drinking, all grievances, rage, and pain had vanished. How could this be merely cool water? Without a doubt, it was nectar and ambrosia!

Jiang Chen nodded quietly, then lifted the cup. Tilting his head, he gulped it down as if coughing badly, finishing it all in one go.

Lan Peizhi watched silently, patiently waiting for him to finish before asking, "Does it taste good?"

"Uh-huh."

Jiang Chen answered without a second thought, nodding vigorously with a look of complete satisfaction.

"Want another cup?"

Lan Peizhi looked at him, her courtesy almost unreasonably profound.

However, at this moment, he was uninterested in discerning further and didn't want to push his luck. Contentedly, he replied, "No, no need."

"What did it taste like?"

Lan Peizhi asked again, a bit bafflingly.

Jiang Chen was slightly puzzled. Still not thinking much of it, he replied, "Did you add honey?"

He really knows how to butter people up!

Fortunately, it was Lan Peizhi, who could control her expressions. She feigned ignorance, saying, "If you’re still thirsty, there’s more."

Only then did Jiang Chen realize something might be amiss. He pinched the fragile paper cup and, subconsciously, licked the tip of his tongue, reminiscing.

Adding honey was just flattery, but honestly, that cup of cool boiled water earlier indeed felt different from usual; it held a hint of... fragrance.

To be honest,

he kind of wanted another cup.

"Was it tea leaves? Why was there no color at all?"

Someone was demonstrating the very meaning of being conceited.

Lan Peizhi observed him, her expression revealing nothing unusual, yet it somehow felt as if she were suppressing a laugh.

"Added some seasoning."

Completely immersed in his flattered state, Jiang Chen didn't notice the difference between "seasoning" and tea leaves. He diligently continued to ask, "What kind of tea?"

"Mugwort, safflower, muscle relaxant herb."

Jiang Chen was slightly stunned.

Wait a second.

Those don't seem like tea leaves?

His gaze held a clear inquiry, "Is it a secret recipe?"

"Uh-huh. I like to use those when I soak my feet."

Lan Peizhi sat down.

Jiang Chen felt as if struck by lightning, utterly dumbfounded.

Soak, soak, soak... feet?!

"What did you say?"

He widened his eyes in disbelief. Looking at the seated woman, he finally reacted, dazedly asking, "What you just gave me to drink was foot soak water?"

Lan Peizhi could no longer suppress it. She covered her mouth, her shoulders trembling gently.

Turns out, even Guanyin can have a "moment of acute embarrassment."

Jiang Chen stared at her intently, watching her curved brows, her slender fingers, her fair and rosy skin. He didn't fume with anger nor did he induce vomiting. He had clearly drunk foot soak water, yet he felt as if he had been drinking alcohol – his mind was absent, his soul lost.

After a moment, he asked in a daze.

"...You don't have foot odor, right?"

Lan Peizhi finally lost it, clutching her stomach and bracing herself on the table as she burst into laughter.