I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2593 - 1623: Couple’s Outfits

Qing Gege guessed wrong.

Someone did dare to come out.

When you’re a guest at someone’s home, how could you hide in your room? That would be way too impolite.

It’s just that the time between him going into the room to shower and finally coming out dragged on for so long it completely exceeded the normal amount of time a man needs to take a shower.

Even if he’d been glued to the phone, it wouldn’t take that long; otherwise the porridge would be cooked. The reason he stayed in the bedroom so long was because Boss Jiang made more than one call.

Princess Cao really left him nothing to nitpick; just from a few words over the phone she took the initiative to intervene, directly or indirectly leading to Sha City’s number-one big sister being neatly taken down.

Courtesy demands reciprocity.

Boss Jiang is the kind of person who values loyalty and relationships; when someone treats him like that and repeatedly stresses something, he’s definitely not going to just let it go in one ear and out the other, so he went to get a sense of the latest international situation.

It really is a great upheaval unseen in a hundred years.

Princess Cao isn’t the type to fearmonger. The compatriots living carefree overseas—no, living carefree abroad—are going through a new round of harsh tests, treated by our international friends as walking ATMs and game mobs that are easy to farm with insanely high drop rates. Eyes red, hearts burning, drooling with greed, and some have long since moved to action; vicious cases targeting Chinese and people of Chinese descent are blooming all over the world, growing ever more rampant.

Though lands and rivers differ, we share the same moon and wind.

At home the song and dance never stop, but abroad, compatriots who originally planned to go out and enjoy life have found things turning out contrary to their wishes, swept into turbulent waves, living in constant fear, in deep water and scorching fire.

The Dragon’s Descendants having money has never been a secret; those Shen Zhou aunties who once swept through international luxury boutiques really opened the eyes of the global community.

So.

Why didn’t they act earlier and are only now waking up late?

Any sudden flare-up of an issue never happens without cause; it’s obvious there’s an invisible yet clearly felt giant hand pushing everything along from the shadows.

In fact, the solution to this problem is very simple.

If it’s not safe outside, then just come back.

The domestic economic outlook is sluggish and badly needs a boost in consumption; you could call it killing two birds with one stone.

So.

There’s really no need to bother about it.

As long as your brain is functioning, you know to run home when it starts raining. And if you don’t run, that only proves you’re choosing to get soaked, so there’s no need to worry about it.

"Yo, you’re really in a laid-back mood, huh."

After wandering around, Jiang Chen spotted Qing Mei drinking on the terrace, and walked up, "Where’s Wu Yufei?"

"Went to shower."

Boss Jiang had his timing down to a science.

Or rather.

All three of them were masters of time management.

At first it was Boss Jiang and the female classmate; then it was two supporting actresses; now it’s Boss Jiang and Qing Gege sharing the frame.

Anyway, the three of them will never appear in the same shot at the same time.

The night wasn’t a pure, inky black; it had settled into a deep indigo like velvet, with a gentle warmth that blurred out the contours of the high-rises. In the distance you could still see huge advertising billboards.

"Let me share a news story with you."

Jiang Chen lounged down at ease, wearing the same style pajamas as Qing Gege.

How did that Xu Shangao song go again?

"Just because you’re wearing couple outfits doesn’t mean you can pretend to be a couple~"

"I don’t want to hear it."

Fang Qing shot him down flat. In a moment like this, with this mood, listening to the news? That would really kill the vibe.

Jiang Chen didn’t push it; as people in River City say, if you won’t listen, then forget it.

The three glasses Wu Yufei brought over were indeed needed.

Boss Jiang quietly poured himself some wine.

"Fine, tell me then."

Fang Qing spoke up, actually changing her mind in the span of a blink, cheeks a bit flushed with drink, maybe only just now realizing what he meant.

Even if she’s pretty miserable, single since birth, she must still know that in an ordinary life, sharing something is the greatest kind of romance.

"Not telling."

Boss Jiang seemed to be putting on a bit of a temper.

"Can you broaden your horizons a little? You turned Jay Chou into Xu Shangao and I didn’t even blame you."

"It’s not that different. Didn’t you used to be really into those three non-mainstream internet kings? ’Captivating eyeliner drawing all their eyes, lazily leaning on a stranger’s shoulder~’"

Talking is one thing, but why is he actually singing?

Does he really think he’s some cross-over singing king?

"Pfft."

Fang Qing burst out laughing. "You’re really not cut out for this kind of song."

"Why not?"

"Because with songs, you only get the feeling if you’ve lived through it."

Jiang Chen raised his brows and nodded silently.

Yeah, that made a lot of sense.

Why do people like listening to songs, going to concerts?

Honestly speaking, a singer’s live performance is nowhere near as good as a studio-recorded, carefully polished album.

When people listen to music, they actually don’t care that much about how technically good the singing is; what matters is whether they can hear their own story in the song.

"You’d better just tell the news." Fang Qing sipped her wine.

Jiang Chen sat back in his chair like a lord, one hand on the armrest, at once casual and lazy, gazing at the moon hanging over the city skyline.

It really looked like those mooncakes from childhood that, for some reason, always had a bite missing.

"Have you ever studied international law?"

"What?"

Fang Qing was caught completely off guard.

"Do you know anything about Australia’s laws?"

What was this about?

It really was a news item?

In this kind of situation, with this kind of atmosphere, shouldn’t he be saying something sweet and syrupy?

A total steel straight man.

This kind of person really isn’t suited for drawn-out, sentimental, over-the-top love songs.

Fang Qing wasn’t disappointed in the slightest; it was just that her expression carried that habitual, then helpless kind of numbness.

"Is there an international lawsuit?"

"No."

Boss Jiang honestly didn’t seem to realize anything was off about his question, and started sharing seriously: "A Shen Zhou girl in Australia crashed a luxury car and caused someone serious injury. The bail they demanded was 70 million Australian Dollars. Does that sound reasonable to you?"

"You know her?"

Fang Qing asked.

Jiang Chen picked up his glass, took a sip of white wine, and shook his head. "Nope."