I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2615 - 1635: Regular Routine

Jiang Chen is definitely someone who loves cleanliness.

Moreover, Qing Gege’s character is completely trustworthy.

Would she spy?

No way.

"Click."

But.

What does it mean to lock the door after entering the bathroom?

Oh.

It’s certainly an unconscious instinct.

Comrade Jiang Chen went to take a shower.

And what is Fang Qing doing?

She leaned against the headboard, letting her hair dry while scrolling through her phone, truly a person of high moral character, not glancing towards the bathroom at all.

But here’s the problem.

People can control their vision, choosing not to look, or closing their eyes, but they can’t control their hearing.

"Splashing sounds——"

The fact proves that not inviting someone in after her video call with her dad was absolutely the right decision, as the hotel’s soundproofing isn’t great; even if you don’t look, the sounds from the bathroom find their way into your ears.

If someone had been in the room earlier, wouldn’t it be more torturous than being made to stand outside?

Even Fang Qing felt a bit restless at this point, unable to focus on her phone, deliberately turning up the TV volume to cover the noise from the bathroom.

A normal man taking a shower typically doesn’t exceed ten minutes, but Boss Jiang stayed inside for a full quarter of an hour. When he came out, like Fang Qing, wearing non-woven slippers, wrapped in a white bathrobe, rubbing his hair with a towel, he looked refreshed and happy.

"Yan Zi, you can’t leave, Yan Zi, how can I live without you..."

On TV.

A chubby man is desperately chasing after a speeding taxi using his legs, pitifully crying out, moving the audience deeply and bringing tears to their eyes.

Watching such a movie late at night isn’t good for sleep.

Jiang Chen glanced at the TV, withdrew his gaze, and walked over to sit on his outer bed.

"Let me tell you a joke."

Yes.

Maintaining a cheerful mood before sleep promotes metabolism for a good dream.

Meanwhile.

It alleviates the awkward atmosphere.

Fang Qing did not look askance, seemingly absorbed by the old melancholy movie on the movie channel, not speaking, not even glancing at the freshly showered person.

Comrade Jiang Chen didn’t mind and sat boldly at the bedside, starting his story.

"A child asked his comedy actor dad, what does ’itching to try’ mean? His dad kindly replied: It means the room I showered in."

Fang Qing initially didn’t react, but after a while, watching the exhausted comedian kneeling in agony on the street, looking at the departing taillights of the taxi, she suddenly chuckled.

"Hehe."

Jiang Chen laughed along, wiping his hair, "Want to hear more?"

Fang Qing had to admit, this guy truly is talented, quick-thinking, scholarly, even making a cold joke fit the moment perfectly.

She stayed silent, so Boss Jiang took that as consent; after all, Qing Mei was very happy, he continued.

"A little devil asked his dad: Dad, are there ghosts in this world? I’m scared. His dad said: Stop being silly, pick up your head quickly, and go back to your coffin to sleep."

"Pfft."

This time Fang Qing’s reaction was stronger, covering her mouth, completely unable to focus on the TV.

Boss Jiang was also amused, stopping at the right time, rubbing his hair while watching TV, worried Qing Mei might laugh too much.

Before sleeping, keep the body and mind happy, but too much emotional fluctuation isn’t good either.

"Go on, why’d you stop?"

Fang Qing finally looked over, seemingly addicted to listening.

Indeed, humor and wit are a man’s ultimate skills.

"Want to hear more?"

"Tell a few more."

The atmosphere was indeed nice, both wrapped in bathrobes, and there was no awkwardness, all thanks to someone’s silver tongue.

Of course.

It’s also considerate.

Seeing Qing Mei being so receptive, the person’s posture naturally became more relaxed, just about to speak when suddenly:

"Sit properly."

Jiang Chen froze briefly, glancing at Qing Mei who inexplicably turned her head away again, then looked down, realizing suddenly.

His belt was tied too tight.

But the hotel-provided robe was a bit short after all.

He coughed lightly, quickly closed his legs.

"When you were in the shower just now, I met a girl outside."

Not enough brain cells?

Talking about real events?

But it was indeed quite funny.

"Long legs, cherry lips, a face even whiter than the wall, enchanting eyeliner drawing one’s gaze..."

"If you’re telling jokes, just tell jokes, what are you singing about?"

Fang Qing stopped looking in that direction, absent-mindedly gazing at the TV, "A Chinese Ghost Story?"

Jiang Chen chuckled silently.

"Truly, when she greeted me, I really thought I’d seen a ghost, but she simply mistook me."

"Truth or fiction?"

Fang Qing conversed without making eye contact, likely to avoid seeing anything unintended.

"True."

Jiang Chen said firmly, "That girl is now next door. Mistaken identity due to a wrong room number."

After a short silence, Fang Qing rated the story.

"Nonsense."

Disapproval.

Has to be disapproval.

But sometimes, might it be the story isn’t bad, just that the listener didn’t grasp its deeper meaning?

Jiang Chen wasn’t bothered at all, smiling broadly, knowing Qing Gege didn’t quite understand.

"Then I’ll try another one."

As he began to ponder, suddenly.

"Ah, ah, ah..."

Fang Qing furrowed her brows, listened carefully, "Did you hear something?"

"Ah?"

Yes.

This sound.

Except, what she seemed to hear was a female voice.

Fang Qing picked up the remote, turning down the TV volume.