I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2537 - 1594: Village Belle

"No way."

"Then what do you suggest we do?"

He was at a loss.

"Go and get my shoe back."

"..."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Chen stared blankly at the person opposite him, seemingly doubting how such ludicrous words could come out of that mouth.

If it were Shi Qianxi, now that would make sense.

"Are you trying to send me to my death? They might be waiting downstairs. Who’s responsible if I get beaten up?"

"They definitely wouldn’t be there anymore."

"Even if they’re not there, it doesn’t matter. You think they would still leave your shoe there? Even if it’s not lost, they would have taken it home by now. They might be indulging in a frenzy of over-lunging."

"Over-lunging?"

Fang Qing frowned slightly, touching upon an area of ignorance.

"Hoo—"

Jiang Chen dramatically performed a deep breathing action vividly on the spot.

The difference between genius and fool is that genius gets it instantly.

Qing Gege quickly caught on, glaring with a chilling look, "Pervert!"

"A lot of men have this fetish."

Jiang Chen defended himself confidently.

"You must be one of them."

"Think whatever you want."

Boss Jiang wore a look of indifference, lazy to explain himself.

"Like over-lunging, huh? I’ll satisfy you."

Fang Qing suddenly lifted her foot. And not just one foot, both of them, as she leaned back on the sofa, stretching her long legs, feet taut, and aiming them straight at someone’s mouth.

Yikes!

Is this actually a reward?

Spit!

This is no reward!

Boss Jiang, to prove his innocence, resolutely resisted, just like he dealt with that slipper of unknown fate earlier, grabbing both feet completely, "You’re the pervert!"

Fang Qing, undeterred, continued pushing hard, her size 37 feet nearly kicking Boss Jiang’s face.

Enough is enough.

Boss Jiang, furious and ashamed, clamped one foot under his arm, then fully grasped the other foot, flipped it over, took a breath on his hand, and used the One Yang Finger against her soft pink sole.

"Hahahahaha..."

Fang Qing instantly lost control, twisting and writhing like a beauty snake on the sofa, "Stop! Stop it!"

Jiang Chen ignored her cries, increasing his effort, adding another finger, even rotating them.

Fang Qing’s face flushed, almost blood red, her hair disheveled, sweat beginning to appear on her forehead. It was widely known that laughing was once briefly used as a form of punishment in history.

"I was wrong, I’m sorry, I really was wrong... hahahahaha..."

Begging for forgiveness had no effect whatsoever.

Someone seemed determined to emulate his distant cousin, pledging to teach his ever-dominant Qing Mei a lesson, now using three fingers in the One Yang Finger technique.

It felt as though thousands of ants were crawling over her, an itch penetrating Fang Qing’s defenses, her breathing short, nearly suffocating.

"Knock knock knock... knock knock knock..."

The sound of knocking on the door echoed.

Jiang Chen stopped his actions.

The opportunity was rare, but Fang Qing was powerless to escape, panting heavily as if after intense exercise, drenched in sweat, cheeks flushed, utterly exhausted.

Could it be?

The person hit by the slipper really came knocking?

"Knock knock knock... knock knock knock..."

The door continued to rattle.

Jiang Chen had to release the two feet, allowing Qing Mei to lie on the sofa exhausted, got up, and walked towards the door.

Size 37.

Typical women’s slippers.

As long as he refused to admit it, he’d be fine.

"Where’s Fang Qing?"

After opening the door, and seeing clearly who was standing outside, the fearless Boss Jiang felt his heart suddenly shrink.

Outside the door.

Fang Weiguo stood with one hand suspended midair in a poised knocking position, his tone deep, expressionless.