I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2624 - 1639: Wishes Come True

"Boom—"

When Fang Qing opened her eyes, outside was filled with thunder and lightning, wind and rain, raindrops hitting the glass as if desperately wanting to come inside.

Luckily, the window had been closed last night.

No, that’s not right.

To be more precise, in the early hours of this morning.

This weather still requires me to be on time for work; it’s really unfortunate. Not being woken up by the alarm clock truly feels like a great happiness.

Oh right.

What time is it?

The curtains were drawn at some point, and only the sound of wind and rain could be heard, with no visible scene outside.

It’s undoubtedly very gloomy.

Fang Qing turned her head to the side, gazing at the space next to her.

Even though she slept late, staying up late is not like drinking; it doesn’t lead to blackouts.

The space next to her is empty, along with the outer side of the bed, and the quilt has returned to its original position.

Otherwise, if the cleaning lady comes in and finds two quilts on a single bed, she would definitely misunderstand.

Misunderstand.

Without deliberately checking, Fang Qing knows perfectly well that no one has been near her.

Hmm.

Truly honest and trustworthy.

As expected, they went about their business and didn’t wake her.

Outside is freezing cold, but the room is quite warm, the air conditioning is turned up high. This kind of weather is really suitable for lying down again and continuing to dream, but Fang Qing wants to see what time it is.

Her phone—

Fang Qing’s gaze returns to the outer side of the bed, then she lifts the quilt, steps out, her bare foot landing on non-woven slippers.

She knows she’s only wearing underwear, but wasn’t the room empty?

The traces she made have already become invisible to the naked eye due to room temperature and time. She lifts the quilt and finds what was thrown over a few hours ago, bending down to pick it up.

She hasn’t slept straight until evening.

Not yet noon, just before twelve o’clock.

Swipe up to unlock.

Open contacts.

Can’t just walk away without a word.

Should at least call and inquire.

"Tu, tu, tu..."

Fang Qing stands between the two beds, holding her phone with one hand while the other hand falls naturally. Even though she rarely works out, her figure is excellent, proportionate and harmonious, with defined and delicate collarbones, straight and tight thighs, and a stomach devoid of any fat. From her face down to her feet, the lines are smooth and perfect...

Hmm, the flaw is that due to the angle, her backside can’t be seen.

"Sorry, the user you dialed is temporarily unreachable, please try again later..."

Friends who often get hung up on know what this kind of prompt implies.

What’s going on?

Did they really leave after getting dressed?

No.

Was it necessary?

Just slept through the night together.

Before Fang Qing could decide whether to call again, "Ding—"

The door was opened.

"Awake?"

Seeing Qing Gege standing in the room, holding a takeout bag, Jiang Chen instinctively spoke, then froze in place.

Early this morning, only a small strap was glimpsed, and the lighting was less than ideal, but now nothing is hidden.

Satin lace embroidery lingerie.

With deep twilight purple as the base, blended with a hint of pearlescent glaze, like the evening glow staining satin, showcasing understated luxury.

3/4 cup design, shaped to support as if gently cradled in hands, with edges adorned with the finest lace, filigree embroidery faintly revealing fair skin amidst elegance and a hint of suggestion.

As for the waistline.

Elegant yet enticing high-waist design, double-layered fabric, the outer layer of sheer mesh embroidered with Rococo-style scroll pattern, lined with smooth mulberry silk, lace forming upside-down iris flower contours, petals stretching over the skin, revealing a hazy outline of the hips—

Not bare, yet even more alluring, this is the unique charm of purple, a restrained sensuality coursing beneath its mysterious contours.

Even Boss Jiang couldn’t help but take a sharp breath.

Don’t misunderstand.

Perhaps it’s just due to the large temperature difference between inside and outside.

Not shouting last night is completely understandable, though the neighbors took the guy next door away, there’s still the other side, and making noise could lead to another report.

But at this moment, logically, Fang Qing should be shouting without any scruples, as many girls surely would, yet Qing Gege once again displays her uniqueness, not panicking, not screaming, not even hiding.

Hmm.

She remains standing there generously, motionless, like—a human model.

The key is.

The person who entered is not an artist doing a sketch.

But.

This ends up leaving Jiang Chen, who doesn’t know if his timing is lucky or not, unsure where to look.

Of course.

He has already scanned her like an X-ray.

Not lustful.

Just instinct.

Who could instantly control their gaze when encountering this situation?

If anyone can,

Stand out.

Definitely a hypocrite.

"I’ll go out first."

Jiang Chen is the true gentleman, unable to control instincts but able to correct them immediately, turning to leave.

"Is it necessary."

Look.

This is Qing Gege’s uniqueness.

Yes,

After seeing everything, does turning your back and leaving mean it didn’t happen?

Even taking out one’s eyeballs wouldn’t help.

Fang Qing grabs the bathrobe on the bed, casually ties it, showing an air of ease as if she were not a woman but a man.

No.

Even guys might not stay so calm.

True.

It’s not Jiang Chen’s fault.

He didn’t install cameras in the room; it wasn’t intentional.

"Fulfilled my promise to you."

"Ah—?"

Jiang Chen’s mind went blank, not entirely due to not sleeping well.

He tentatively asked, "What did you promise me?"

"The concert last night, didn’t you want to watch it."

Fang Qing tightens the bathrobe belt.

"..."

Jiang Chen hesitates, as if under an Immobilization Spell, his expression rigid.

As expected from Qing Gege.

A promise as good as gold!

It’s just.

Did she agree during the concert?

I casually asked, but she didn’t respond.

No matter how it went.

This approach is good for both sides.

Like I said.

Everyone got dignity.

"I... brought you breakfast, let’s eat it as lunch."

Jiang Chen comes in, feeling deeply the contrast between his credibility and Qing Mei’s.

Look at himself, the promise to watch a concert together has been delayed for so many years.

Then look at her.

Feeling ashamed.

"I thought you had left."

"How could I leave with such heavy rain outside."

The first half of the sentence could end it, but he must add the latter half.

"My wish fulfilled."

Fang Qing passes by him in slippers, surely going to freshen up.

"Pat-a-clatter—"

The sound of rain hitting can be heard continuously.

Jiang Chen looks toward the window.

Indeed, several hours ago, he said when daylight comes bad weather would be good.

It did come true.

Hmm.

This should be what Qing Gege meant.

Putting breakfast on the TV cabinet, listening to the washing noises from the bathroom, Jiang Chen’s mind floats back to the earlier brilliant scene, remembering the top-notch taste satin lace embroidered lingerie set.

Xu Shangao was right.

Purple indeed has appeal.