I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2618 - 1637: Great Compassion Mantra

"Click."

The door closed.

Jiang Chen, who had gone out in the dead of night to watch the commotion, came back in his non-woven slippers.

"Feel good?"

Fang Qing, who had lain back down on the bed, asked, trying hard to suppress the curl of her lips.

Feel good?

Jiang Chen reacted—he hadn’t closed the door, so Qing Gege must’ve also heard the curses from those two who got taken away by the police officers.

He wasn’t embarrassed either.

"When you get caught for that kind of thing, how long do they usually lock you up for?"

Really quite keen and eager to learn, huh.

"You don’t know?"

"How would I know?"

Being counter-questioned left Jiang Chen baffled. "It’s not like I studied law."

"Didn’t you have a pretty good grasp of the law?"

There was a deeper meaning in Fang Qing’s tone.

As an entrepreneur, Boss Jiang did dabble in legal matters, but only enough to be called a dabbler, and what those two next door had been up to just happened to land squarely in his blind spot.

"I’m so-so with the rest, but I’ve never researched this particular area."

Oh?

That really did put him at odds with the vast majority of his fellow men.

Most guys don’t know a thing about other legal provisions, but when it comes to the consequences of getting caught for this, they’re usually crystal clear.

Since the other party was asking so earnestly, Fang Qing didn’t mind giving him a little legal education.

"Usually it’s detention of more than ten days but less than fifteen, plus a fine."

Jiang Chen nodded, looking thoughtful, remembering what the police officer had said before leaving. "And they’ll also notify family members, partners, and your workplace?"

Fang Qing’s gaze grew even more peculiar. "You’re that scared?"

Detention of ten to fifteen days might not feel like much to a lot of people, but the real blow lies in the extra damage.

If the news gets spread around, that’s pure social death.

Yeah.

Just the thought sent a chill down your spine.

But—

"What would I be scared of?"

Exactly.

It’s not like he’d ever be arrested.

No, that’s not it.

He simply wouldn’t do that sort of thing in the first place.

"Then why are you asking in such detail? Staying vigilant in times of peace, preparing for a rainy day?"

Jiang Chen sighed with complicated emotion. "Is everyone in the legal profession this dark-minded? Always raring to think the worst of people? Back then when Fu Zili wanted to take me out to broaden my horizons and said he’d cover all expenses, I still firmly said NO."

Hard to say whether Fang Qing was too scheming, or Jiang Chen just couldn’t keep his mouth shut.

"Oh? That happened? When?"

Crap.

Slip of the tongue.

Even though there were almost no secrets between childhood friends who’d grown up together, as individual beings, everyone still kept a bit of private space.

Realizing what he’d done, Jiang Chen immediately shut his mouth and shook his head.

"Come on, say it. Weren’t you telling stories? Real-life stuff is always more fun than made-up. Was it in middle school, or high school?"

She didn’t know what students are like nowadays, but back in their time, they were already pretty precocious—kids were dating as early as elementary school.

"It’s been so long, what’s there to say."

Boss Jiang had never been one to fabricate things out of thin air; if he brought something up, it meant it had really happened.

Back when they were in school, public security wasn’t as good as it is now; people could be nabbed by the police at one or two in the morning.

Back then, Sha City was thriving, entertainment venues everywhere; Little Port City absolutely lived up to its reputation.

"Exactly, it’s been so long—what can’t you say?"

Fang Qing’s voice was gentle; she shifted from lying flat to a diagonal lean, propping the pillow under her arm, hand supporting her head as she faced Jiang Chen. One leg was bent over the other, and the smile at the corner of her lips was full of bewitching flavor.

This was—

A seductive ploy?

No.

As a cultivated person, a highly educated intellectual, how could she be that crude?

It could only be described as—

A beauty trap.

Yeah.

A very low-level beauty trap.

A mid-level beauty trap would at least involve slightly loosening the bathrobe collar, taking off the towel on her head that was serving as a makeshift hair-drying cap, then "unintentionally" lifting the hem of the bathrobe a bit...

As for a high-level beauty trap—

That’s when you transcend the crude pleasures of flesh and play the feelings game.

Ahem.

Getting off track here.

Jiang Chen sat down on the edge of his own bed; with her pressing him again and again, he had no choice but to start talking.

Otherwise—

Wouldn’t he look like a guilty thief?

"High school."

First, he had to clarify the time; this wasn’t to protect himself, but out of consideration for Fu Zili.

Even though there had been quite a few "Brother Niu" types messing around outside when they were in middle school, if Qing Gege learned that Fu Zili had been dragging him around the red-light streets as early as junior high, there was no doubt—Fu Zili would be in deep trouble.

Yeah.

President Fu, over there in Sha City, really ought to thank him for sparing him with his tongue.

"Which year of high school?"

She wanted it in that much detail?

Jiang Chen looked at his childhood sweetheart lying sideways; even if this was low-level, a beauty is still a beauty—any random pose she struck was pleasing to the eye.

"That...I can’t remember that clearly."

"Don’t. You definitely remember very clearly."

Jiang Chen was speechless, then could only chuckle wryly. Call her fat and she really starts panting—did she really think she was a worm in his belly?

"I honestly can’t remember; I only remember that it happened."

"How about I ask Fu Zili?"

"..."

Jiang Chen surrendered on the spot. "Look at the time. He’s probably already asleep."

"Given his lifestyle, the odds of him being asleep right now are pretty low."

Jiang Chen fell silent, and after a while, said, "I remember now—it was senior year."

"Was it really senior year?"

Fang Qing narrowed her eyes slightly, her voice soft and faint.

This guy actually knew his law; he wasn’t a pro, but among amateurs, he was pretty advanced.

Senior year meant he was already an adult.

No extra charges could be tacked on.

"It really was senior year. I remember it was the day we were sending Tie Jun off to join the army."

See.

See.

You can never guard against everything.

"Didn’t you just say you forgot? Yet you remember it this clearly."

Jiang Chen gave an awkward smile and didn’t respond.