I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2629 - 1643: When Qing Mei Ripens

The significance of some obstacles is that they exist to be overcome.

That’s right.

I’m talking about Aunt Meimei.

The childhood nightmare was thoroughly shattered under their united effort. When the movie ended, Jiang Chen and Fang Qing felt they had finally explained things to their childhood selves, welcoming their own rebirth in the sorrowful and unwilling aria of Aunt Mei.

Who knows.

Sticking it out to watch the entire movie was incredibly difficult.

The runtime of "Mountain Village Corpse" is 96 minutes.

If anyone only saw eighty-some minutes, don’t doubt it; it’s definitely a shortened version.

After such a long time, someone’s pain had lessened considerably, at least his face had returned to normal.

As for whether there were any internal injuries, only he would know.

Even if there were.

He would have to be responsible for it himself.

The person responsible had suggested going to the hospital, but he refused multiple times, and the person responsible also did everything possible to make amends.

So, when the movie was over, Fang Qing yawned and said, "I’m going to sleep."

Outside, the pouring rain had turned into a continuous drizzle.

This kind of natural white noise was more suitable for taking a nap.

Interesting.

If it weren’t for her being Fang Qing, Jiang Chen would definitely find this game starting to become interesting.

That’s right.

A game.

Starting with Li Shuru, regardless of how it ends, the story began because, under the system’s prompting, he was forced to go through challenges, like the popular survival challenge movies - besides moving forward, besides tackling the challenges, there was no choice.

But Qing Gege, she’s different.

Yeah.

With her, there was no cashback reward.

On the contrary, if she was the target of the challenge, it would mean that the beginning of the game was also the end, and there was no chance to earn money before it was game over.

Relationships between people aren’t like rain you can avoid by staying inside.

Because when the movie ended, the screen projection turned off automatically.

In the dim room, listening to the delicate sound of rain outside, Fang Qing lay down, still lying on her side facing the window, while Jiang Chen leaned against the bedhead, lost in thought.

As he said, some fates can’t be avoided or escaped, as if predestined at birth, or even before birth.

Mind you.

He’s had a system, yet after all the twists and turns, the girl next door is still lying beside him?!

Undoubtedly.

Out of the billions of people in the world, no one, absolutely no one, felt such a strong sense of destiny as Jiang Chen did.

It’s like having a cheat in a game.

Leaving the newbie village accidentally picking up the Dragon Slayer Sword, you wield the artifact, slashing through opponents with ease, leveling up quickly, gaining overwhelming prestige, becoming a supreme player admired by all in the server, but then, suddenly, when you turn around, the merchant’s daughter from the newbie village is still following you, blinking her eyes at you.

The appearance of the "Simp System" made Jiang Chen start to believe that his destiny was in his own hands, but at the moment, his worldview began to crumble.

Is a person’s life really a pre-written script?

"Are you an NPC?"

Jiang Chen suddenly asked, staring at the ended screen projection on the TV, speaking as if to the air.

"What?"

Of course, he wasn’t talking to himself. No matter how sleepy, Fang Qing couldn’t have fallen asleep so quickly.

"Are you an NPC?"

Jiang Chen repeated, like Truman beginning to question the authenticity of the world.

"Yes, I am. You just realized?"

Fang Qing adjusted her pillow, raising it a bit, lying on her side, with her back facing him as she responded.

"If I really do something now, will anyone yell cut?"

Unable to see Fang Qing’s face, she suddenly froze.

Fang Qing had surely watched the classic world-famous movie "The Truman Show."

However.

The guy behind seemed not to have injured his head.

Was the stimulus too much, driving him crazy?

"What do you think qualifies as doing something?"

Fang Qing spoke, resting her hand on the pillow, calmly asking.

The words seemed like a tongue twister, but it wasn’t hard to understand.

Understanding it through legal logic made it easy to sort through.

Given his actions just now, if Fang Qing accused him, it wouldn’t count as assault, but a failed attempt might be established.

Is that still not enough?

"Will anyone yell cut?"

He was persistent, or perhaps, momentarily entrapped in his own mind.

There’s a fine line between genius and madness.

Fang Qing stayed silent, calmly reclining there without any expression visible, "You can try."

There’s no denying.

Jiang Chen was undoubtedly an extraordinary strongman, his skills had exceeded the range of ordinary people’s imagination.

He lay down, mirroring Fang Qing’s position, as Fang Qing faced the window, and he faced Fang Qing.

One bed, one duvet.

The gap between them had never been so narrow.

A hand climbed over to the smooth, supple waist.

No one yelled cut at that moment.

Fang Qing also remained motionless, as if she had lost consciousness.

Then.

The hand traversed across the waistline, continuing its exploratory journey forward, slowly moving along the flat abdomen.

Abandon the vulgar and shallow gaze of ordinary people.

This wasn’t taking advantage.

This was about verifying the reality of the world!

This kind of practice was profoundly noble!

As everyone knows, certain scenes in movies can’t be shown, like when the male and female leads get intimate, the next shot would definitely cut to another scene, similar to a director yelling cut.

Jiang Chen’s hand, roaming over Fang Qing’s body, was akin to testing the limits.

Upwards.

That was tested earlier.

No one came out to tell him to stop.

So, this time he chose to go downwards, his fingertips tracing the precise pattern of the lace iris, until reaching the real garden concealed by the iris.

Cut.

Just kidding.

No group of people burst in armed to the teeth, eager to prevent someone from crossing the line, only—

Fang Qing’s hand pressed against his hand.

"Weren’t you injured?"

Their bodies were almost touching, her back could feel the warmth of his chest.

"To see if I’m injured, you could try it out."

The voice spoke almost against her ear, sparking an itchy sense of anxiety.

Fang Qing was still holding his hand.

"Isn’t it said it’s like touching your left hand with your right hand?"

Indeed, women bear grudges.

"Don’t you know, men have a skill called ambidexterity?"

Fang Qing gently laughed, as if relaxing her resistance a little but still didn’t let go.

She pretended not to understand, deliberately saying, "Then go on and try your ambidexterity."

Jiang Chen suddenly raised himself slightly, determined to carry out the experiment to the end, his lips brushing those flushed, crystal clear earlobes.

"Let go."

Straightforward words.

Imbued with undeniable forcefulness and dominance.

There’s no doubt, in his lifetime, he had never been this assertive in front of her.

Though he might have been hurt, he was harder than ever.

Fang Qing’s earlobes blushed deeper; after an almost imperceptible sound, that hand restricting his exploration finally, slowly, let go.

Jiang Chen’s eyes were resolute, assertively moving downward, his hand slipped under a double layer of fabric.

Fang Qing’s neck also flushed red, her body involuntarily shrank back closer, whispering softly:

"Kiss me."