I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2364 - 1499: My Sister Says Purple Is Elegant

The evening had barely settled, not yet nine o'clock, and Jiang Chen had already completed his nightly ablutions. He was drying his hair with one hand while idly scrolling through his social media feed, bestowing likes upon various posts. Though he seldom shared his own life online, it didn't mean his connections remained static. Boss Jiang’s circle of friends used to be quite small, but as the saying goes, when you bloom, the butterflies naturally flock; his acquaintance list had significantly broadened since then.

Consider, for instance, that spirited married woman, Sister Yi Yi. Jiang Chen, understanding the delicate dance of relationships, maintained a respectful distance, content with merely liking her updates without intruding further. This act of liking posts had evolved into a modern form of social engagement—a subtle acknowledgment that conveyed presence without causing disturbance. It was a silent form of companionship, requiring merely a flick of a finger, offering a low-cost emotional connection.

Sister Yi Yi, Jiang Chen mused, was rather useful. Not for her powerful husband, but for her close ties to Lan Peizhi. He harbored a contingency plan: should he ever truly provoke that 'Bodhisattva Guanyin' to the point of her fury, Sister Yi Yi might serve as an amiable intermediary. Foresight, as they say, prevents future calamities. Those who remain vigilant in times of peace will find their path smoother.

A soft click announced the opening of the bedroom door. Li Shuru entered. Jiang Chen set his phone down. "How did it go?" he inquired.

Li Shuru moved closer, her fingers gently pinching his bare arm. "That was a bit much," she commented softly.

"I truly didn't mean for it to come across that way," Jiang Chen replied, a touch of guilt in his voice. "I genuinely thought she could handle a bit of teasing."

"Even if she can take a joke, Jiang Chen, the things you said were inappropriate," Li Shuru stated, her tone even. "Besides, it's better she cried it out. Holding those emotions in could lead to something far worse."

"Weren't you just saying you didn't mean to?" Li Shuru countered, raising an eyebrow.

Jiang Chen offered a wry smile. He knew Xu Siyi wasn't so fragile as to crumble over a poetic metaphor like 'a wilted flower, a fallen willow.' She had suffered a blow, and her tears were likely a release. "Perhaps I should go and offer her an apology?" he considered aloud.

Li Shuru regarded him thoughtfully. "Are you absolutely certain?" she asked.

Puzzled, Jiang Chen inquired, "Why do you ask?"

"What if she uses this opportunity to push you away?" Li Shuru explained. "Right now, she might genuinely need someone to lean on."

Jiang Chen chuckled inwardly. "It was just a lighthearted remark earlier; you didn't take it seriously, did you?"

"A drunk mouth often speaks a sober heart," Li Shuru replied calmly, her voice like a gentle breeze. "Do you truly not know if she was joking or not?"

Jiang Chen’s demeanor immediately shifted to seriousness. "Rest assured, I can withstand any test you present."

Li Shuru offered a faint smile, her silent gaze seeming to penetrate his very being, sending a subtle shiver down his spine. Jiang Chen cleared his throat lightly.

He acknowledged the unspoken truth: Xu Siyi harbored certain affections for him, a fact well-understood by the three of them. Yes, the three of them. If Li Shuru wasn't privy to this, she wouldn't deserve her former title as the Campus Belle of the Art Institute. Winning such a prestigious title wasn't solely about striking looks; intelligence and inner qualities played crucial roles, much like in beauty pageants where the 'prettiest' contestant doesn't always claim the crown.

"Perhaps you should consider distancing yourself from her," Jiang Chen ventured directly, cutting through the unspoken tension. "I assure you, I harbor no improper intentions. However, with her, I cannot be entirely certain of my own restraint." This wasn't an assertion of arrogance, but a statement of perceived fact.

Li Shuru responded with a nonchalant smile. "The former Xu Siyi might not have exercised such control. But now? She wouldn't."

Jiang Chen smiled, a thousand words unspoken, finally letting out a gentle sigh. "Comrade Li Shuru, your strategic mind truly anticipates every angle." He recognized the profound accuracy of her assessment. People possessed self-respect. Previously, clinging to her 'junior-senior' status, Xu Siyi's feelings were understandable, perhaps fueled by someone's exceptional brilliance. But the dynamic had shifted. She was now 'a wilted flower, a fallen willow.' Her earlier tears, beyond catharsis, stemmed partly from a profound sense of shame.

"I'm going to take a shower," Li Shuru announced casually, turning and heading towards the bathroom, leaving a faint, fragrant trail in her wake. In the opulent bedroom, Jiang Chen let out a soft sigh. Both of you… quite the handful.

A notification chime sounded from his phone. Moments after Li Shuru disappeared into the bathroom, a message arrived. It was from Sister Yi Yi. "Did you like my photo?" it read.

Tsk. Jiang Chen wondered if a woman of her caliber truly paid attention to who liked her social media posts. Those delicate 'fairy-like' girls garnered hundreds of likes per post; did they really notice every fleeting profile picture?

"How many friends does Sister Yi Yi have?" Jiang Chen typed back, sidestepping her question directly, ever mindful of her marital status. Of course.

The selfie he had previously favorited was undeniably stunning. It avoided any overt displays of wealth or noble status, instead subtly conveying her exceptional aura through the chosen angle.

A genuine lady requires no external adornments; an air of dignified superiority, looking down upon the world, is palpable even from a mere glance.

"Hehe, brother, you are quite amusing."

What constitutes a truly comfortable connection?

It is existing on the same mental frequency.

Grasping the unspoken intent immediately.

Sister Yi Yi, swiftly deciphering Jiang Chen's implied meaning, responded, "Could it be that Sister deliberately set her post to be visible only to you?"

Jiang Chen opted against a verbal response, instead sending a [smirk] emoji.

Such caution was prudent.

Even if these chat logs were to be revealed, he would face no real consequence. At worst, he'd be the subject of playful teasing.

To attach genuine seriousness to interactions with married women would signify defeat.

This particular group found great amusement in toying with people.

"You still haven't answered Sister. Was Sister's photo beautiful?"

Jiang Chen played the emoji card, sending a [thumbs up] emoji, but the other party was persistent, continuing to inquire, "Was it more beautiful than Peizhi?"