I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2613 - 1634: Standard Room

Novels, movies, all that artsy crap—it’s all bullshit.

Practice is the only criterion for testing truth.

Didn’t they always say if you run into a situation with only one room, it would definitely be a king bed?

And it really is a standard room!

Twenty or thirty square meters, two 1.5-meter beds placed on the left and right sides, with a nightstand in the middle, just enough space for a person to walk through.

Jiang Chen, who’d come along wearing a rather conflicted expression, looked around at the room’s setup.

Mm.

Finally... he felt relieved.

Given the relationship between the two of them, sharing a room wasn’t that big a deal.

Of course.

As long as no one found out.

Jiang Chen casually chose the bed closer to the door and sat down; both beds were the same size anyway.

"Good bounce."

"Go take a shower."

Qing Gege didn’t have some perverted cleanliness fetish, but basic hygiene still mattered. They’d been out wandering all day, then went to a concert packed with people—who knew how many germs were stuck to them by now.

Boss Jiang decisively got up.

After all, the room was paid for by Qing Gege; he was just freeloading. She could totally have left him to wander the streets.

He turned around, tilting his head.

He’d just been focused on the beds earlier and had completely ignored the bathroom.

Frosted glass served as the partition; not super transparent, but... not that opaque either.

Certainly not as private as a concrete wall.

If someone was showering inside, you definitely couldn’t see everything at a glance, but you’d probably be able to make out a vague silhouette.

In other words.

It keeps out gentlemen, not creeps.

With no other options, Jiang Chen didn’t start squirming or acting all shy; what good would that do? Having a place to sleep was already pretty lucky.

"I’ll go first?"

He sounded calm and natural, but that extra question still betrayed his inner excitement—no, fluctuation.

"Be quick."

Fang Qing seemed tired.

Understandable.

After all their dawdling, it was almost midnight.

It wasn’t a five-star hotel, but it was a nationwide chain, and the amenities were decent. Jiang Chen found a simple bathrobe in the wardrobe, and with some indescribable feeling in his chest, he was just about to head to the shower when suddenly—

The video call ringtone chimed.

Fang Qing froze too and pulled out her phone.

It was actually her dad.

She checked the time.

11:42.

What the hell?

Based on her father’s schedule, he should’ve been asleep ages ago.

"It’s my dad."

She didn’t even need to explain; Jiang Chen was already rooted to the spot. But when he heard who was calling, his heart still gave an involuntary jolt, tension creeping over his face.

"What do we do?"

What do we do?

You’re a grown man—how do you have zero composure? It’s just a standard room. Never been on a business trip or what.

By comparison, Fang Qing was much steadier; the phone in her hand kept ringing.

Letting a certain someone go take a shower at this point would clearly be inappropriate.

She glanced at the frosted-glass shower, pondered for a moment, then decisively said, "You go out first."

Out?

Jiang Chen didn’t hesitate in the slightest. He immediately turned and went out, completely obedient, the whole process neat and efficient. He even forgot to put down the hotel bathrobe he’d taken from the wardrobe as he ended up standing "punished" in the hallway with the door closed behind him.

Still.

Not quite enough courage.

Because she hadn’t picked up for a while, the video ringtone stopped.

Watching him step out and close the door, the supposedly well-prepared Fang Qing smoothed her hair, took a slow breath, then held up her phone and called her father back.

"Dad, why are you still up this late?"

On the screen, Fang Weiguo was standing by the window in a bathrobe, maybe just finished a smoke.

"I slept, but couldn’t fall all the way asleep, so I thought I’d video call you."

"Mm, I was just about to shower."

Fang Qing explained, even though her father hadn’t asked why she hadn’t answered earlier.

Wise men can still slip up.

Or rather, when your mind is preoccupied, mistakes are inevitable.

"Concert’s over?"

Fang Qing blinked. "How did you know..."

"You can look it up online. It was today, wasn’t it."

"Yeah, it’s over."

"Where’s Jiang Chen?"

Fang Weiguo asked like it was just a casual question.

"He went to rest."

It really had to be Qing Gege; her ability to improvise was outrageous. Lying to her father without so much as a twitch in her expression.

"You’re at the hotel?"

Fang Weiguo sounded exactly like a dad who couldn’t sleep and called his daughter just to chat.

"Mm."

The background in the video was clear enough.

"Let me see, how’s the place?"

As expected.

Good thing she’d sent a certain someone out ahead of time. Qing Gege really was twice as clever, predicting the enemy’s moves in advance.

Without showing any hesitation or guilt, Fang Qing immediately adjusted the camera and started walking around the room.

There wasn’t much to walk around.

The whole room was that small; a wide-angle lens could capture everything.

"Why is it a standard room?"

"Everyone’s here for the concert. Rooms are tight."

Fang Qing answered smoothly, her explanation perfectly reasonable.

All the way over in Sha City, Fang Weiguo looked perfectly natural too. He grunted an "mm," then said,

"Go show me the bathroom."

The real killers are usually the ones who look harmless.

But unfortunately.

The devil is a foot tall, the Dao is ten feet high.

With her advance preparations, Fang Qing didn’t slip up at all. She immediately carried her phone into the bathroom, giving her sleepless old father a 360-degree, no-blind-spots tour.

Mm.

Clean and sanitary.

And completely empty.

"Dad, do you also want to check under the bed?"

Fang Qing asked.

Fang Weiguo chuckled without feeling awkward at all.

Most hotel beds go straight down to the floor, or they’re so low that an adult couldn’t crawl under even if they wanted to.

"I don’t mean anything else by it. A girl out on her own needs to be careful. Remember to lock the door when you sleep, and if there’s a latch, use it."

"Dad, those things you see on the news are just extreme cases. Shen Zhou is the safest country in the world."