I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2622 - 1638: Wet and Dry Separation (6k!) (Part 3)

"Thump."

Just as Fang Qing was about to fall back asleep, she felt the bed sink, then the blanket was tugged, letting a draft of cold air in, and soon an unknown object crept into her blanket.

Fang Qing froze.

In that instant.

She unexpectedly didn’t know what to do.

Throughout the years in her "war" with this person, she had always held the upper hand.

"Don’t move, the sky should brighten soon enough."

Borrowing a blanket is one thing.

But why speak up?

Utterly stupid!

Even if someone wanted to pretend to be asleep, there’s no way.

"Do you believe I’ll call the police?"

Fang Qing indeed didn’t move, faced away, but her tone was sharp and piercing.

"What you do is your right, if the police come, I’ll truthfully confess."

What kind of nonsense is this?

Fang Qing suddenly rolled over, then froze again.

She turned her head and was faced not with a familiar face but with a pair of smelly feet!

God have mercy.

In this situation, she almost burst out laughing.

"Get down!"

She simply couldn’t endure it anymore.

She kicked at the person, and then discovered that not only was he lying at the foot of the bed, but he hadn’t taken off his bathrobe, seemingly sincerely just borrowing a spot under the blanket.

How does it feel.

Rather polite?

Whether it was because it was late, sleep deprivation, or due to the absurdity of the situation, Fang Qing’s mind was a bit fuzzy, like the water bottle that was just thrown out, thoughts clashing and chaotic.

Qing Gege was indeed a very powerful woman, not only strong in thought and spirit but also in social status, very few could stand tall before her.

But the one lying beside her now was an even stronger man.

This strength, well, at this moment refers specifically to physical strength.

No matter how her bare leg kicked, Jiang Chen remained immovable, lying straight as if he were a corpse.

He must truly be at the end of his rope now.

"Are you not going to get off?"

Fang Qing grabbed the blanket and propped up her body, looking towards the head at the foot of the bed.

The person kept their eyes closed without saying a word, determined to play dead to the end.

It’s not that Qing Gege is unsympathetic; familiarity is one thing, but a single man and woman sharing a bed, how could she, as a woman, blindly accept it?

Lending half the blanket is fine, but there has to be an explanation, right?

"I called my dad!"

There’s no god in this world, so mothers were created.

Likewise.

When faced with truly unsolvable problems, people often trust their fathers more than the police.

Even though he knew she was 98% bluffing, Jiang Chen dared not gamble on it, after all, she is Fang Qing.

In their years of arduous struggle, every time he thought he had her figured out, she would surprise him with her actions, leaving him genuinely traumatized.

He opened his eyes, pretending to sleep, straightened his neck, his eye sockets large, truly resembling a zombie rising from a ’90s movie, very frightening.

"If you call Uncle Fang, we’ll both die!"

"Anyway, you die first."

Fang Qing feigned reaching for her phone.

Actually, between men and women, it’s often an endurance test; whoever persists last might be the winner, but some participants don’t care about winning or losing.

Jiang Chen switched from straightening his neck to sitting up and lunged forward.

Zombie wants to bite!

Fang Qing had no idea where she’d left her phone; she fumbled for a while, only for Jiang Chen, having moved from the foot of the bed to the head, to grab it first.

"I’m only sleeping, won’t touch you."

He held her phone up high, looking more solemn than one would during a declaration—well, he’s not a party member—more solemn than a pledge when joining a league.

Just sleeping, won’t touch you.

Why does that sound a bit sleazy?

But undoubtedly, Comrade Jiang Chen was surely sincere, the fact that he deliberately wore a robe and chose to sleep at the foot of the bed was enough proof of his nobility.

But sometimes, being wholehearted doesn’t guarantee belief from others.

Someone sneaking onto another’s bed at midnight, claiming to just sleep—if any girl believes that, there’s only one possibility.

The girl herself is up to no good.

"You think I’m a three-year-old, huh?"

Jiang Chen frowned, a strong sense of defeat surging.

Yes.

He knew his words sounded dubious; no woman would believe him.

But she’s Qing Gege.

How could she doubt him?

"Give me my phone."

Fang Qing spread her palm, didn’t snatch, maintaining infuriating rationality even in this situation, knowing force wouldn’t benefit her at all in bed with a man.

Jiang Chen definitely wouldn’t give it back but shut her phone off and tossed it onto his bed instead.

"We can mark the Chu River and Han Border."

What does it mean to be childlike?

The Chu River and Han Border are here.

Fang Qing expressionless, "You think this is child’s play?"

Jiang Chen was somewhat embarrassed, well, seemed a bit childish, but didn’t show it, kept calm and sincere.

"You’ve seen Zhang Zhongquan’s current situation."

Fang Qing furrowed her brows.

"What do you mean?"

"If you call Uncle Fang now, it might also scare him into hypertension."

"..."

Here we go again.

Can hypertension be caused by fright?

Zhang Zhongquan’s current situation is because of pre-existing hypertension and then being shocked.

Fang Qing stared at him, silently.

Jiang Chen met her gaze.

"Even if Uncle Fang’s fine, he surely won’t let the two of us interact again. You must empathize with a father’s stance."

Fang Qing remained silent, but truly didn’t insist on getting her phone back.

"If you’re really unwilling, I’ll move to sleep."

Alright.

The bitter play unfolds as expected.