I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2372 - 1503: Sensible

The scene has now shifted.

The intertwined figures on the sofa have disentangled themselves.

They have returned to their previous positions—one standing, the other seated.

Boss Jiang remains on the sofa, the moisture from earlier on his face now evaporated.

Pei Yunxi, standing a short distance away, displays damp patches on her long, white socks.

Her cheeks still tinged with redness, Pei Yunxi abruptly bends her knees, removing her left sock, hesitates for a moment, and then proceeds to take off the right one as well.

"You desire them, don't you?! Take them all!"

"Whoosh, whoosh—"

The pair of socks, bundled into compact balls, soar through the air, unfurling mid-flight before landing upon Jiang Chen's head.

The accuracy of the throw is truly remarkable.

Jiang Chen removes the sock from his hair without the slightest hint of disgust.

Why would he feel disdain?

If these were ever put up for auction, merely stating they were worn by Pei Yunxi would undoubtedly fetch an astronomical sum.

Its value would surely surpass anything from Balenciaga!

Some individuals leverage material possessions to bolster their status.

Conversely, others possess the stature to elevate mere objects.

Far from being repulsed, his subsequent action is even more astonishing: he employs the long white socks as a makeshift towel, dabbing at the water on his neck and collar. This sight renders Pei Yunxi utterly speechless.

She is aware of her own charm, but she never anticipated its power to be this potent.

A whirlwind of shock, embarrassment, and shame churns within her, causing her ten bare toes to curl involuntarily.

"Are you out of your mind?!"

She cannot refrain from exclaiming.

"No need to fret. They are quite clean."

Jiang Chen is unbothered; he is certainly no pervert. If they were genuinely soiled, how could he possibly use them to wipe himself? It is entirely because the socks are as pristine as new, not bearing any sign of having been worn.

"You don't have athlete's foot, do you?"

Perceiving the other person's agitation, he suddenly voices a suspicion.

"You're the one with athlete's foot!"

Pei Yunxi understands he is deliberately provoking her, yet even with this knowledge, she cannot suppress the surge of fury within her.

He had actually taken a bite of her foot.

Merely recalling that sensation from moments ago sends a shiver of unease through her, as if tiny insects are crawling all over her skin.

Socks, indeed, serve a purpose; they are more effective than a tissue. After drying the water with the socks, Jiang Chen does not discard them, instead smoothly tucking the long white socks into his pants pocket.

"What are you doing?"

Pei Yunxi notices his action and immediately demands an explanation.

"Do you still desire them?"

Jiang Chen appears surprised, "Surely your socks are meant to be disposable, aren't they?"

It is not just socks; many celebrities refrain from wearing the same outfit twice.

"I don't want them, but they are still my socks. Why are you keeping them?"

"To take back as a memento."

A memento?

Jiang Chen elaborates, "We could have Cui Heng arrange a giveaway event to reward the fans who support CX Entertainment. Your socks could be the grand prize."

"......"

The ensuing silence is, in its own way, the most terrifying.

"Give them back to me!"

Pei Yunxi's voice takes on an unnatural pitch as she lunges forward, disregarding any pretense of propriety. She nearly straddles Jiang Chen as she reaches into his pants—no, it's his pocket.

Jiang Chen makes no move to stop her, remaining perfectly still and refraining from taking advantage of the situation as she retrieves the socks.

"Is it truly necessary to become so agitated over a mere pair of socks?"

"You pervert!"

Pei Yunxi clutches the socks and retreats sideways, her cry shattering the image of a divine goddess.

Jiang Chen lets out a sigh, shakes his head, ceases his argumentation, and pats the space beside him.

"Sit."

But he is a pervert; there is absolutely no way she would sit.

"Fine, keep them, I don't want them, alright."

He pats the spot next to him once more, "Sit."

Noticing her continued immobility, the corners of his lips curve upward, "Or I might genuinely become a pervert."

It must be admitted, his maneuvering tactics are beginning to instill a sense of apprehension in Pei Yunxi.

A fear of unpredictable perverts.

"What else do you intend to do?"

Jiang Chen sighs again, "What else can I do? It's just that it's been so long since I've seen you, I've missed you a little, that's all."

This might just work.

But could he perhaps button up his collar first?

This disheveled appearance, how could it not cause anxiety?

"Speak, I can hear you."

Ultimately, Pei Yunxi chooses to endure the humiliation and bear the burden; there appears to be no alternative. Their earlier candid discussion, both logical and emotional, had been quite clear in its analysis.

It seems—

Despite the existence of countless men in the world.

He alone is her true sanctuary.

"Weren't things wonderful back in Myanmar?"

Jiang Chen muses aloud.

"We are not in Myanmar now."

Pei Yunxi's concise and direct reply leaves Jiang Chen momentarily taken aback.

It appears.

There is a valid point being made.

"Can't you just pretend we're still in Myanmar? After all, it's only the two of us here right now."

Pretend?

Easy for him to say.

This isn't some movie set.

Different environments invariably lead to vastly altered states of mind.

"You must respect my wishes."

Pei Yunxi’s sudden remark left Jiang Chen utterly perplexed, her words enshrouded in mystery.

What could she possibly mean by such a statement?

However, upon observing her clutching the long white socks once more, Jiang Chen’s confusion dissolved into a knowing smile.

When had he ever failed to honor the desires of women?

To disrespect women was a transgression he would never commit.

"Have I not always shown you ample respect?" he inquired, a hint of amusement in his voice.

"...You kicked me with your foot; I was merely acting in self-defense."

Self-defense, was it?

Who was it that had initiated the confrontation, pushing her down in the first place?

She claimed it was self-defense!

Had she not fought back, the damage might have extended beyond a mere pair of socks.

"Are you going to agree to my terms, or not?"

Pei Yunxi chose to forgo further debate, recognizing the futility of arguing over spilled milk; the police would surely not involve themselves in such a trivial matter.

Jiang Chen’s playful nature resurfaced, and he countered, "And what if I refuse to agree?"

"You would be wise to reconsider your decision," she advised, her tone firm.

Truly an actress of considerable skill, she swiftly extricated herself from the emotional entanglement.

Hah.

She was actually resorting to "threats."

His earnest attempts at persuasion had clearly borne fruit, for this celebrated national goddess, though appearing resigned, was not entirely so.