I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2595 - 1624: Greetings

"Ring ring ring——"

The alarm clock that could wake the dead.

But what woke Wu Yufei was the phone.

Beauty queens don’t exactly look classy when they sleep either. She scrubbed at her hair that looked like a bird’s nest, there was even a drool stain by her pillow. She rolled over, fumbled for the phone that had squeezed itself into the crack by the headboard, and sleepily hit the answer button.

"Hello."

"Yu Fei, nice taste you’ve got there. Where’d you dig up that hottie? So young and he’s already more professional than those old guys in the park. Watching him makes your sis not even wanna go out anymore."

As the voice on the phone went on, Wu Yufei’s eyes went from dazed to confused, then she suddenly shot upright.

The caller was a neighbor who lived upstairs from her. Early thirties, marital status unknown—anyway, she’d never seen her bring a man home. She worked in beauty, a proper rich lady.

"Sister Ji, you’ve got it wrong, that’s an old classmate of mine."

"Ohh. Old classmate and you’re already bringing him home to spend the night? Yu Fei, and here your sis used to worry about you. Looks like I was overthinking it, hehehehe..."

People in beauty and cosmetology are all like this.

Cheerful, lively, enthusiastic.

Wu Yufei scrubbed her hair again, hurriedly got out of bed, was about to head out, then lowered her head.

Nope.

Even if she wasn’t holding out any hope, you still had to mind your image in front of your white moonlight.

"Sister Ji, hurry up and get to work, money’s not easy to make these days."

Wu Yufei holding her phone, rushed into the bathroom to freshen up.

Ten-odd minutes later, having streamlined her whole female-morning routine as much as humanly possible, she walked out toward the terrace, and sure enough.

Boss Jiang was still training.

Did you really think the butt in Blood Guanyin gets slapped for free?

To avoid wasting word count, Boss Jiang could only grind away in secret where there were no spectators.

Who knew that even working out at seven a.m. would still get him caught.

Young people working out usually just run or do aerobics and stuff, but Boss Jiang on the terrace was different. He was standing in stance, swinging his arms, stepping in patterns, and matching it with deep breathing in and out... Just like Sister Ji upstairs said, like he was practicing some super badass martial arts technique.

The only place that could be peeped on was this not-so-private sky garden.

No time to change, Wu Yufei was in a one-piece sleep dress—of course the very conservative kind, utterly un-sexy—slipping on the same Snoopy cartoon slippers from last night as she hurried out onto the terrace.

"Up this early?"

Boss Jiang finished his sequence and drew his energy back into the center.

Wu Yufei didn’t have time to greet him, she quickly looked up.

"Hi～"

Up on the terrace above, a voluptuous young married woman poked her head out, lazily waved down at them, no telling how long she’d been standing there.

"Sister Ji!"

Wu Yufei stamped her foot.

"Handsome, is that the Eight Pieces of Brocade or Vajra Skill you’re doing? I feel like you’re really pro. Interested in being my personal trainer?"

The young married woman was ferocious.

At that age, whether they’re married or not, divorced or whatever, their skill level is not something twenty-something girls can compare to.

Add on decent financial conditions, and that’s just adding wings to a tiger.

"Neither. This is the Sunflower Manual."

Boss Jiang was calm and at ease. It was almost eight; he’d been training for nearly an hour, voice still full and powerful, face not flushed, breath steady, yang energy off the charts—in the eyes of hungry married women, that’s a walking hormone factory.

"Hehehehehe～"

Upstairs Sister Ji’s laughter was seductive, her gaze practically sticky threads of silk, treating Wu Yufei like air. One stockinged, beautiful leg curled slightly as she leaned against the guardrail.

"Even better, I happen to know the Absorption Technique. When we get the chance, you and I can do a little one-on-one practice."

She tossed Jiang Chen a look dripping with charm, then raised her wrist.

"I gotta get to work, see you～"

Wu Yufei let out a breath, watched her disappear from the upstairs terrace, and drew her gaze back.

"She’s my neighbor."

"Mm. I figured."

Wu Yufei didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. "She’s in beauty, people in that line are all like that, pretty talkative, love to joke around, don’t take it to heart."

"So that was joking? I thought she was serious. No wonder she didn’t leave me any contact info."

Wu Yufei stared, swallowed it down, and still held back her laughter as she said, "With Fang Qing here, you really got the guts?"

"Haha."

Jiang Chen put on a carefree laugh. "She’s probably still dreaming. If I’d gone upstairs just now, I’d already be back down by now."

"So it really would only take a few minutes?"

This time it was Jiang Chen’s turn to stare. "She’s been peeking for at least half an hour, okay."

Wu Yufei snorted a laugh.

It was only around eight, the sun hadn’t been up long, mist still hung in the air, like someone had brushed a layer of mosaic over the world, everything blurred.

"You’re really in good shape, getting up this early."

See.

Another piece of female validation.

Boss Jiang wasn’t arrogant or impatient; he let out a meaningful sigh and looked off into the distance, gaze deep.

"I was forced into it."

"Huh?"

Wu Yufei froze, then thought of something. She clearly hadn’t had time to put on makeup, only a bit of moisturizer, but her cheeks still quickly flushed.

Jiang Chen smiled faintly.

Don’t get him wrong.

He wasn’t flirting with his classmate.

He meant all those bad guys with designs on him.

Too many bastards wanted his life. You couldn’t just count on outside help; your own self had to be strong.

"Don’t hang out too much with that sister upstairs. She’ll lead you astray."

Boss Jiang warned.

Wu Yufei’s face went redder, her voice unsteady as she said, "Sister Ji’s actually really nice. Ever since I moved in she’s taken good care of me, and I’ve never once seen her bring a man home."

Jiang Chen couldn’t help but laugh.

"Successful women don’t casually bring men home. It’s always in parks at midnight, secluded little groves, and quiet corners of parking lots."

"You..."

Wu Yufei’s pupils dilated, then returned to normal. "You’re doing this on purpose."

"Huh?"

"I won’t fall for it."

Dragging your own image through the mud.

Trying to pull the girl who has you on a pedestal back down to earth.

She got it.

But last night she’d already opened up to Fang Qing, confessed everything, laid it all out, so now she felt light as air.

"You can stop wasting your energy."

Boss Jiang hadn’t even had time to speak yet, and her mouth was already like a machine gun, rattling on sentence after sentence.

"No one can smear the Jiang Chen I have in my heart. Not even you."

Boss Jiang was stunned.

"Jiang Chen will never get fat and old, never pick up any nasty habits. He’ll always stay clear and pure, wearing a white shirt, riding a bicycle in and out of my memories over and over."

Wu Yufei turned and walked off the terrace.

Jiang Chen, lost in thought, unconsciously turned his head, watching his totally changed former classmate, his gaze slightly unfocused.

According to biology.

All the cells in the human body are replaced every seven years.

So.

Is the you back then and the you now really the same person?

Whether you are or not.

Having someone remember you like that is a pretty lucky thing.

"Say hi to him for me."

Jiang Chen suddenly called out.

Wu Yufei stopped, turned back. At some point a smile had risen to her face that was brighter than the thin morning light.

"What are we having for breakfast?"