I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2318 - 1473: Code Phrase

Lan Peizhi let out a burst of hearty laughter, a kind of mirth Jiang Chen was certain he had never witnessed on her face before.

Naturally.

No other man likely had, either.

Upon grasping the reality of what he had just consumed, the taste seemed to deepen in retrospect.

Jiang Chen’s gaze fell to her dainty feet, estimating a shoe size of 36.

The size, however, appeared inconsequential.

"Remove your shoes," he commanded.

Lan Peizhi’s smile remained unbroken, completely disregarding his words and showing no signs of abating.

The more she contemplated the situation, the more amusing it became.

He had ingested his own footbath water; the thought was utterly hilarious.

The reclusive hermit, the venomous shrew, the average woman unable to contain her giggles—perhaps all these personas were but facets of the same being.

Noticing her complete lack of response, Jiang Chen, who felt thoroughly humiliated by the events of the evening, took matters into his own hands. He crouched down, extending a hand towards her white canvas shoes.

An intense stare immediately laser-focused on him.

"I wish to check if you have athlete's foot," Jiang Chen declared.

Ever unsatisfied, the inner monologue questioned.

Drinking footbath water was not enough; he genuinely desired to inspect her feet?

Without surprise, the very next moment saw him propelled away by a kick. This time, however, Lan Peizhi clearly held back, merely causing him to roll about halfway, dislodging the paper ball from his nostrils.

Well, this was an improvement.

At least one nostril could now draw breath.

Youth possessed such resilience.

Rapid recuperation was a hallmark.

The nosebleed had ceased.

"Perhaps you should take them off yourself," he suggested.

Having grown accustomed to such treatment, Jiang Chen slowly rose from the ground, opting for a strategic compromise, resolute in his objective.

Lan Peizhi, as expected, paid him no attention.

"You undoubtedly have athlete's foot," Jiang Chen asserted with conviction. "Otherwise, why would you employ medicinal herbs for a foot soak? You made me drink footbath water contaminated with athlete's foot; what if I suffer poisoning?"

"And what if I do not have athlete's foot?"

Who decreed that only those afflicted with athlete's foot should partake in foot soaks?

Foot soaks were known to invigorate blood circulation, nourish the body, and offer numerous benefits, particularly for women.

"If I don't, then you can do as you please," she proposed.

"Do as I please?"

Jiang Chen affirmed with a crisp nod. "Indeed, even if it involves letting me lick your feet!"

Initially, Lan Peizhi remained unfazed, but after a fleeting moment, a sense of unease began to creep in.

Lick her feet?

"Are you some kind of degenerate?!" Lan Peizhi exclaimed, her perception shifting as she saw through his hidden agenda, her expression a turbulent, unreadable mix.

"And who is the true degenerate for forcing me to drink your footbath water?" someone retorted calmly, a righteous indignation coloring the tone.

Oh!

Two formidable individuals, aspiring to challenge the very heavens, now bickered like petulant children.

When it came to verbal jousting, Lan Peizhi was clearly outmatched, finding herself immediately on the defensive. Yet, unwilling to concede defeat, she stammered briefly before rapidly firing back, "Weren't you enjoying it earlier?"

Jiang Chen's lips curled into a sneer, his attitude undergoing a complete reversal.

"Enjoying it? I was entirely unaware."

Utterly devoid of any gentlemanly conduct.

Furthermore.

Consider his current pitiful, wretched state; how could a victim possibly maintain a semblance of composure when confronted by the perpetrator?

He was no sycophant!

Ah.

Even if he were a sycophant, he had long surpassed the mere act of licking.

"All mortals subsist on simple grains; you are no Bodhisattva deluding yourself into thinking you are unique, with your fragrant footbath water?"

Whether mugwort, safflower, or stretch grass possessed aphrodisiac properties remained uncertain, but regardless, after consuming 250ml of the footbath concoction, Jiang Chen appeared thoroughly revitalized, re-energized, and utterly unyielding. He forced Lan Peizhi's complexion to fluctuate, shifting from crimson to pale, and then back to crimson once more.

Verbal combat was ultimately not her strong suit.

If this continued, it might well escalate into a physical altercation.

Someone, recognizing that a physical confrontation would inevitably result in further disadvantage, wisely chose to disengage while still holding a semblance of the upper hand, retreating before the inevitable eruption.

"Never do this again."

Was this genuine advice or a disguised form of self-preservation?

One should not be swayed by his vociferous reaction upon discovering the truth; earlier, he himself had described the taste as aromatic, with no external coercion.

"Does this not concern you?" Lan Peizhi retorted, her tone sharp.

"Don't you frequently offer footbath water to others?" someone inquired, feigning surprise.

Lan Peizhi's smile was merely a facade. "You are the first."

Her clear intention was to retaliate, to regain the initiative. However, little did she know that he was not the least bit perturbed; in fact, he seemed somewhat relieved, sporting a peculiar, unexplainable smile.

Indeed, Lan Peizhi was a formidable young woman, a leader in her own right, and a fiercely independent single. But she differed from Tanki Liuli.

She possessed emotional intelligence.

Thus, upon detecting a certain peculiar nuance in his expression, her brow furrowed, and she swiftly grasped the underlying meaning.

"You truly are a pervert!"

Jiang Chen looked on with feigned innocence. "In what way am I a pervert?"

Lan Peizhi revealed his true intentions, "You like the taste, don't you? There's another basin over there. Drink to your heart's content."

Even though footbath water might possess certain benefits, one shouldn't consume it excessively.

Jiang Chen shook his head, desperately trying to find a sliver of amusement in his dire circumstances. Having already ingested it, regurgitating it was not an option. It was highly improbable that anyone would harbor such an unusual proclivity for drinking footbath water.

Wasn't it?

With his nosebleed finally subdued, he removed the crumpled paper from his other nostril and resumed his seat.

"Your footbath water is surprisingly potent. If I consume too much, my nose might start bleeding again soon."

Lan Peizhi, a tumultuous mix of rage, frustration, and perhaps other unidentifiable emotions, spat out a curse, "Better you bleed out completely."

Much like how Ultraman reverts to his human form.

Blood Guanyin also returned to her mortal state.

That's right.

The footbath water that person consumed was undeniably genuine.

Guanyin never utters a lie.

Her original purpose was undoubtedly to inflict punishment, but who could have foreseen that it might transform into... a form of bestowal?