I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2374 - 1504: Love Me, Love My Dog

To comprehend King Zhou, to become King Zhou, to surpass King Zhou!

Understood.

Speaking of "becoming" and "surpassing" is undeniably too boastful. King Zhou was the supreme ruler of the human realm, presiding over the legendary Three Palaces and Six Courtyards. How could a modern individual in a law-abiding society possibly aspire to challenge...

Hold on!

Something isn't quite right here.

King Zhou of the Shang Dynasty, Di Xin, did not actually possess the Three Palaces and Six Courtyards with seventy-two concubines; that was a configuration established by later emperors.

King Zhou was not merely an emperor; he was the final Human Emperor of Huaxia.

According to unofficial historical accounts, he was wedded to only one wife and had two concubines. Furthermore, if one examines the 'Divine Enthronement,' King Zhou is depicted with merely six women.

Historical accounts are often difficult to verify.

However, regardless of whether the number was three or six, these figures do not seem entirely beyond reach.

Even if we consider the maximum figure of "6," counting on one's fingers... it seems plausible that Boss Jiang could indeed have the opportunity to stand on equal footing with the last Human Emperor of Huaxia.

Ahem.

Just kidding.

The currents of history relentlessly flow onward, and society perpetually transforms. Yet, as Jiang Chen and Pei Yunxi have mutually agreed—the fundamental essence of human civilization has never wavered.

The era of emperors has passed.

Monogamy has been codified as the foundational societal order.

But has the concept of the "Three Palaces and Six Courtyards" truly vanished?

No.

It has simply evolved into different manifestations.

In antiquity, they resided together within imposing walls; now, such confinement is unnecessary. Individuals can live freely, spread across diverse locales, perhaps in the picturesque Jiangnan region or a quiet neighborhood nearby.

"Alright then, it's settled, and no backing out is allowed."

Boss Jiang lightly tapped his thigh, a sense of ease and contentment washing over him.

How could he not feel content?

Who exactly is Pei Yunxi?

She is the national treasure, adored by countless admirers.

She represents the Eastern Venus, transcending conventional aesthetic boundaries.

She is nothing short of an angel descended to earth!

For anyone else, this turn of events would surely elicit jubilant celebration; for him, a display of composure is maintained.

What are her stipulations?

Respect.

Freedom!

These demands align perfectly with his own desires!

Life is not solely defined by romance and affection; there are numerous significant pursuits worthy of dedication, rendering constant proximity unnecessary.

What is that age-old saying again.

Distance cultivates admiration.

Constant closeness inevitably breeds friction, and friction, in turn, leads to disputes. After all, he is not an emperor; even the mightiest emperor struggled to quell the discord within his own harem.

Therefore.

Pei Yunxi is indeed exceptionally perceptive; her demands perfectly mirror the spirit of the current age.

Let each flower bloom in its own way, let each tree stand tall.

You thrive, I prosper, and everyone flourishes!

"Anyone who backs out now is a puppy."

Jiang Chen couldn't help but chuckle, tilting his head, "Can you not be so utterly adorable?"

This was not merely talk.

His hand moved once more, reaching towards her yoga pants.

Just because a mutual understanding has been reached doesn't grant unrestricted access, does it?

The agreement is contingent upon certain prerequisites.

Primarily, the willingness of the women involved must be utterly respected.

Indeed, Pei Yunxi shifted slightly away, perhaps to evade Jiang Chen's advances, and retorted, "Can you not be so cheesy?"

Jiang Chen gazed at her cool, elegant features and sighed, "You are truly utterly captivating."

He had just been told not to be cheesy.

Yet his words became more sentimental by the second.

The ultimate adornment for mankind will inevitably be placed upon a woman's head.

All the world's breathtaking beauty pales in comparison to the enchanting allure of this face.

Fortunately.

The simping system arrived at precisely the right moment.

Every gift bestowed by fate has already been secretly accounted for.

Similarly, the toil and effort invested will undoubtedly yield beautiful blossoms in the future.

"Do you realize what you appear to be right now?"

Pei Yunxi repositioned herself, maintaining a comfortable distance—close enough to remain present but far enough to avoid physical contact, preserving a certain dignity.

"Like what?"

At this juncture, Jiang Chen could wholeheartedly and without reservation admire this woman, whose qualities defied even the most extravagant descriptions.

He understood.

From this moment forward, she would be exclusively his private treasure.

Others could merely feast their eyes upon her through a distant display.

As Jiang Chen remained lost in a wave of triumph, Pei Yunxi's response instantly altered his expression.

"A creep."

"..."

Jiang Chen then erupted into laughter, perhaps to mask his momentary embarrassment, "Have you ever encountered such a handsome creep?"

Surprisingly, Pei Yunxi offered no immediate retort.

A gentleman brimming with knowledge invariably exudes confidence.

A man's attractiveness often hinges significantly on his material circumstances. If an individual initially perceived as plain achieves entrepreneurial success, while their physical features remain unchanged, public perception undergoes a dramatic transformation; a substantial bank account serves as the most potent form of cosmetic enhancement.

Moreover, Comrade Jiang Chen's appearance is hardly lacking; he was already considered distinguished within the simping community.

And most importantly.

He appeared remarkably young.

Unbelievably so, in fact.

He might not hold the title of the world's richest man just yet, but when gazing upon the global billionaires list, which of those titans could truly stand as his equal? They were all, at the very least, middle-aged or older.

At least they’re all uncle-aged.

"Li’er, where has she gone?" Jiang Chen attempted to initiate a conversation.

His perspective had undergone a significant shift.

For Jiang Chen, Luo Li’er was no longer merely a junior from the same school.

However, this newfound feeling made him feel a peculiar sense of unease whenever he thought of her. Pei Yunxi had mentioned that Luo Li’er was taking care of her family's affairs; imagining how he would face those clear, dark eyes if the girl discovered his relationship with her sister filled him with trepidation.

Oh.

It was always this troublesome high moral cultivation's fault.

"She is in France."

Hmm—What was that?

"France?"

Jiang Chen expressed his surprise.

"Yes, in Paris."

"Is she on vacation?"

"She's working."

"Working?"

Jiang Chen faltered in his words.

"She has already graduated."

Jiang Chen was taken aback.

Luo Li’er had graduated?

Yet, upon calculation, it seemed accurate; he himself had been out of school for a considerable period by now.