I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2598 - 1627: Pervert

In order to catch up to Qing Mei, Boss Jiang definitely put in his full effort, chasing out of Xinghuo Medical Center and onto the subway.

But Fang Qing’s speed was really too fast; after all, she was once the champion of the 100-meter sprint at the elementary school sports meet. Even after getting on the subway, she hadn’t been caught by the lustful demon driven by desire.

River City’s subway, everyone who knows, knows, there are more people than seats, packed shoulder to shoulder, bustling and crowded.

Qing Gege was still too smart, knowing to run towards crowded places when she sensed danger.

"Beep—Beep—"

The subway doors closed, but it didn’t seem to deter someone’s wild ambitions. Through gaps in the crowd, he stared intently at Qing Mei, who kept a completely safe distance from him, waiting for an opportunity.

Great Jiang City is certainly not famous for nothing; a subway line typically has over twenty stations, and riding it from start to finish takes two hours.

Patience is key when in a hurry, Boss Jiang wasn’t anxious, he kept his patience, holding onto the handrail, and after seven or eight stops, the passengers in the carriage thinned out a bit, at least he could move his feet.

This is the moment～

Standing for over twenty minutes, he twisted his neck, started to act, moving closer to Qing Mei who was ten meters away.

He had been watching her this whole time, how could she not notice?

Fang Qing, who had also always been observing his every move, turned around immediately seeing him approach, gripping the handrail, and performed a game of cat-and-mouse.

"Buzz—"

A glowing billboard outside the subway flashed quickly by, followed by another one, repeating cyclically.

After "chasing" through two subway cars, Jiang Chen stopped, because the subway had reached a new station.

Disembarking first, boarding after.

Logically, Qing Gege should seize the chance to slip away and get off the subway, but she stubbornly chose to stay.

Undoubtedly.

This was a blatant provocation.

Leaving the area with the highest passenger flow, the flow of people boarding and disembarking decreased sharply, but the "public spectacle" remained unchanged.

No matter how daring Boss Jiang was, he couldn’t make a scene under these circumstances. After pursuing for several carriages without any success, he was forced to give up.

Hmm.

He stopped as well, and Fang Qing stopped too.

The enemy advances, I retreat; the enemy stops, I stop.

Is this a horror film?

No.

This is a love story.

Tom and Jerry.

Qing Gege was calm and composed, her fingers playing with strands of hair, she stood sideways and glanced at Boss Jiang.

Due to the scrutiny of the public, Boss Jiang leaned on the handrail, changed tactics, no longer engaging in futile subway walking, and pulled out his phone.

"If you don’t get off soon, we’ll reach the Southern Heavenly Gate."

He sent a message.

Fang Qing surely saw it, but acted as if she hadn’t, not intending to take out her phone to check messages at all.

Not to mention reaching the Southern Heavenly Gate, even descending to the eighteen layers of hell, so what to fear?

So amusing.

"Get off."

Jiang Chen, unwilling to give up, sent another message, then looked up.

Qing Gege remained leaning against the rubber strap at the connection of the subway car, striking a pose, motionless.

It’s true.

Quite pleasing to behold.

Better than those pretentious models.

Jiang Chen straightforwardly decided not to waste his effort any longer; since sending messages that she wouldn’t read was futile, he simply picked up his phone to take pictures of her, capturing the inadvertently natural beauty.

"Pervert!"

A loud shout filled with a sense of justice suddenly exploded, like thunder out of a clear blue sky, startling the adjacent two subway cars.

Like all passengers, Jiang Chen instinctively looked around to locate the pervert, but couldn’t find one. Instead, he saw a woman with round-framed glasses glaring angrily, pointing in a direction that seemed to—

Jiang Chen looked left and right.

Then.

His eyelids began to twitch uncomfortably.

Could it be directed at him?

"You disgusting pervert, looking decent in appearance, yet engaging in such filthy and sordid acts, truly sickening!"

Jiang Chen’s eyelids twitched even more intensely.

Indignant and berating him was a lady probably around his age.

Round-framed glasses.

Her round face looked like a basin.

Her nose was fleshy.

Small eyes, but they gleamed with shrewdness.

Her height was less than one meter sixty with a weight of about one hundred fifty, especially given her desperate-to-jump demeanor at the moment; regardless of how fierce she appeared, she exuded a rich sense of comedic charm.

See.

Though Boss Jiang undeniably had charisma, it wasn’t indiscriminately effective.

Murmurs rose around them.

Because the direction was too obvious, they didn’t need to guess who the pervert was; passengers nearby, without prior agreement, focused on Jiang Chen, scrutinizing him with peculiar eyes.

"How am I a pervert?"

Boss Jiang didn’t get angry, there was no reason to, he even smiled while asking.

Fang Qing seemed to become a spectator among the crowd, her interest piqued, sitting more upright, with an earnest watching posture.

"Trying to argue back, what was your phone capturing just now? I saw it all!"

Hmm.

Those four eyes certainly have better vision than normal people, but on the subway, who isn’t dazing or scrolling through their phone, who the heck has time to watch what others are doing?

Evidently.

This sister resembling a penguin definitely was adept at observing life, full of a sense of justice, and not lacking courage.

Identifying a pervert is not easy.

Even more difficult is the courage to stand up and report it.

If a video of this was posted online, countless sisterhood members might madly like it.

Jiang Chen instinctively lowered the phone still held in his hand, and this move was seen as an expression of guilty conscience by the woman.

Hence, behind the round-framed glasses, those beady eyes became even more smug and certain.

"Don’t move!"

She yelled again, more assertively than officers apprehending criminals.