I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2614 - 1634: Standard Room (2)

"Even if it’s a one in ten thousand chance, once it happens to you, it’s a hundred percent. Or you might as well ask Jiang Chen to come over anyway, a spare bed can fit."

Which strategy in the thirty-six stratagems is this?

"I’m going to sleep now."

"Alright, sleep well, have a good dream."

"Dad, you too."

On the video, Fang Weiguo chuckled, his smile was complex, and then the video ended.

Pan Hui, who had been eavesdropping from behind, came over on tiptoe, "How did it go?"

Fang Weiguo shook his head.

"The enemy is too cunning."

Unsure if he was referring to his own daughter or someone standing guard in the hotel hallway.

"I think you’re just causing trouble for yourself."

Pan Hui laughed, adjusted the coat draped over her, "Get some sleep."

Fang Weiguo nodded.

The couple headed to the bedroom.

Actually, if Fang Weiguo seriously wanted to verify, it would be simple, a quick video call to someone.

Jiang Chen, standing guard outside, wouldn’t think to find another room, and likely wouldn’t even find one.

If the video call were connected and things didn’t match what Fang Qing described, wouldn’t that blow things up?

Luckily, Fang Weiguo let it slide, or rather, he didn’t plan to get to the bottom of it.

The old father returned to his room to rest.

What’s Boss Jiang doing?

Still standing outside, holding a robe, waiting for the signal from inside the room.

Even though the video call was disconnected, for some reason, Fang Qing hadn’t immediately asked him to come inside.

PQBoss Jiang remained patiently alert, suddenly remembering something, he took out his phone and decisively turned it off.

Now that’s a once and for all solution.

Jiang Chen sighed in relief, trusting Qing Mei’s ability to improvise.

Suddenly.

He sniffed, instinctively turned his head to look left.

A girl in high-waisted jeans was walking over, carrying a bag, from about seven or eight meters away, the strong smell of perfume paved the way first.

So late, someone’s still out wandering?

So late, someone’s still staring blankly in the hallway?

Moreover.

Holding a hotel robe.

The girl looked to be in her twenties, very fair-skinned, long straight hair, big eyes, knowing how to show off her strengths, pairing high-waisted jeans with knee-high boots, made her already long, beautiful legs even more eye-catching.

But there’s a flaw.

The makeup was too heavy, ruining the pure vibe.

The idle Boss Jiang sized her up.

She also sized up the only creature in the hallway, and her gaze was even more peculiar than Boss Jiang’s.

As the distance continued to close,

The scent grew stronger.

Although bored, he couldn’t keep staring, he’d just been punched today, Boss Jiang gave a friendly smile before averting his gaze.

But unexpectedly.

Her pace slowed, cushioned by the carpet, finally stopping in front of him.

Boss Jiang was puzzled, looking again at the girl before him.

Her makeup was indeed too heavy.

"No need to wait for me outside."

She spoke, her tone sweet and gentle, but her gaze was rather... peculiar.

Boss Jiang felt a bit baffled.

What’s going on?

"Do we... know each other?"

He tested.

Now it was her turn to be astonished, staring at him for a few seconds before immediately looking at the door number behind him.

806.

The mysterious beauty blushing immediately, embarrassed and hurriedly said, "Sorry..."

Jiang Chen’s confusion remained.

Could she have mistaken him for someone else?

Is she wearing contact lenses or colored lenses?

"It’s okay."

Though strange, Boss Jiang still offered a gentlemanly smile.

The high-waisted jeans beauty walked away with a red face, but didn’t go far, taking out her phone, seemingly confirming some information, then stopping at... next door.

Yes.

Outside the next room.

The girl probably knew Boss Jiang was still "peeking," made a mistake, felt a bit embarrassed, didn’t look at Boss Jiang, raised her hand and knocked on the door.

The next room’s door quickly opened, the high-waisted jeans beauty walked inside with her knee-high boots.

"Bang."

Alright.

Boss Jiang was alone again.

Didn’t see if the person opening the next door looked like him, but the room number was 808.

Hmm.

and 8, indeed somewhat similar.

Accidentally messing up, understandable.

But mixing up the room and the person?

No way to logically reconcile that.

The contemplative Boss Jiang pondered hard, suddenly everything clicked and all confusions resolved instantly.

There’s only one truth!

"Haha～"

Jiang Chen suddenly laughed to himself, finally understanding why the girl looked so peculiar when she mistook him for someone standing outside.

If he called the police now, could he find an extra room?

Boss Jiang’s thinking was indeed flexible, and truly, calling the police at this time could solve the issue of whether a standard room fits two people, but after some thought, he dismissed the idea.

Reasonable and legal, but.

A bit immoral.

Yes.

It’s definitely only because his upbringing doesn’t allow him to do harm for self-interest, not for any other reason.

Boss Jiang leaned against the wall, began to zone out, couldn’t rush it, just waiting, didn’t know how long it had been, the door finally moved.

"Come in."

Fang Qing opened the door, hair not fully dry yet, giving off moisture, wearing the same robe as the one he’s holding.

Jiang Chen hesitated.

"Weren’t you on a video call with Uncle Fang?"

"Finished."

Not just finished, it seemed she’d even showered.

No wonder he’d waited so long.

Fang Qing turned back, returned to the room.

Not knowing how long Jiang Chen had stood, holding the robe in one hand, he reached for his phone with the other, trying to check the time, only to find his phone off, couldn’t see.

Feeling a bit tight-chested, he pocketed the phone and followed her inside.

"Bang."

The door closed.

Fang Qing tilted her head, wrapped her hair in a towel as a hair-drying cap.

"Why didn’t you tell me the call was done?"

Boss Jiang felt wronged.

Needless to say, it must be past midnight, the feeling of standing alone outside wasn’t great, especially enduring strange looks from others.

"I had to shower."

What’s wrong with showering?

There’s a door, isn’t there?

Though frosted glass indeed lacks privacy, would he peek inside?

Would he?

Standing so long outside was minor, but the key issue was the underlying distrust it revealed, that’s the truly disheartening part.

Seeing him silently staring at her, Fang Qing wrapped her hair thoroughly, stood upright, "Sorry, I went to shower right after calling my dad, didn’t think much."

Superficial.

So superficial.

Just forgot?

A living person right outside, could she really forget?

Some scatterbrained girls might, but her personality?

It was purely intentional,

In the adult world, what matters isn’t always the truth, but decorum.

Face-saving is enough.

Is Boss Jiang someone who doesn’t appreciate kindness?

Definitely not.

Even knowing it’s just a random excuse, he swiftly took the opportunity to accept.

"Once you’re done, I’ll go wash."

How... pathetic.

Like a wronged child afraid to speak out.

Fang Qing barely held back her laughter, tightened the belt of her robe, "Hmm."

She turned to head for the bed, suddenly halted.

"Hey."

Fang Qing turned back, stood in disposable non-woven slippers, head wrapped in a towel, her smooth, glossy calves exposed under the white robe, looked puzzled.

"What’s up?"

"Shouldn’t you step outside for a bit too?"

Fang Qing didn’t know how to react.

A gentleman’s revenge takes ten years at most.

But is Boss Jiang a gentleman?

Clearly not.

He never considered himself one.

Moreover, this isn’t called reciprocal retaliation.

Man’s privacy isn’t less of a privacy, is it?

"Whoosh!"

After a brief stunner, self-booking Fang Qing responded directly, one non-woven slipper flew towards someone unclear about their status.

"Wash if you want to!"