I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2630 - 1644: When Qing Mei Ripens (Part 2)

What’s it like to spend a whole day lying in a hotel?

It’s definitely not a waste of life, especially since you’re trapped by a heavy rain.

But what if the character is a billionaire?

No typo here.

A billionaire.

In this world, Jiang Chen might not be the only billionaire, but at least, for him personally, this day is by no means wasted and is filled with significance, even marking one of the major turning points in his life.

Just like...

The passing of his parents.

Being struck by the system.

Jiang Chen lay on the bed.

That’s right.

Still lying on the bed, bare-chested, with one arm wrapped around delicate shoulders, unconsciously playing with smooth hair strands.

He once again began to space out.

"What are you thinking about?"

The woman resting beside him spoke up; despite the white cotton quilt, her complexion couldn’t be hidden. Like Jiang Chen, her hands were restless too, as he twirled her hair while she traced circles on his chest.

It seems women have this hobby.

Outside, it was raining, but not anymore—as it seems to have stopped half an hour ago. The windows were closed, the curtains still drawn, yet the light outside felt much brighter than yesterday.

Hmm.

Yesterday.

It’s been two days since they watched "Mountain Village Corpse," which means the two have spent two nights in the hotel, while the couple next door, taken away by the police, should have been detained for more than twenty-four hours.

Jiang Chen came back to his senses and sighed softly:

"I couldn’t escape your Five Finger Mountain."

Suddenly, Fang Qing became tender, lazily leaning against him, unwilling to move, with no trace of the purple straps visible on her clean shoulders. Clearly, like Jiang Chen, she was probably undressed under the quilt.

"You didn’t even want to escape."

Her fingertips continued to move gently, without exerting pressure.

Jiang Chen chuckled silently.

"Yes, that’s my fault."

"Smack."

Fang Qing slapped his chest, hearing the underlying implication in his words. She lifted her head, "Don’t worry, you don’t need to take responsibility."

Qing Gege never shirks responsibility.

Except for yesterday.

Abandoning reserve, even shame.

If not for her efforts and perseverance, the Heart Demon from "Mountain Village Corpse" would never be dispelled.

No need to take responsibility.

After indulgence, perhaps what a man most wants to hear are these words from a woman, who is likely sincere rather than manipulative.

But Jiang Chen remained indifferent.

"No, I must take responsibility."

Without hesitation, firmly.

"Why make things difficult for yourself?"

Fang Qing lay back, leaning against him, normally independent and strong, yet now she exhibited a childlike dependence.

Show some generosity.

Don’t be too harsh.

Everyone has moments of vulnerability or softness.

Especially during the most special moments in a woman’s life.

"Speaking indifferently, are you?"

Jiang Chen reciprocated, moving his hand from her hair to her back, giving a playful slap on her behind.

"Smack."

The sound muffled by the quilt.

"You’re quite unruly."

Fang Qing didn’t bother with the typical coy struggle that other girls might, that wasn’t her style.

"How am I unruly?"

"Weren’t you injured?"

Jiang Chen was caught off guard, then chuckled dryly. He intended to joke further but held back.

Ultimately, he couldn’t completely let go.

In this aspect, he’s nothing compared to Qing Mei.

"You’re obviously quite skilled."

Jiang Chen perked up.

Though his mindset hasn’t completely transitioned, such praise is the highest form of honor for a man.

Even though he felt a bit "shy," Jiang Chen couldn’t help but straighten his chest, a subconscious move that Fang Qing, who was leaning against him, clearly noticed.

Men.

At times, they’re just like kids.

A few words can make them happy for a long time.

"Actually..."

Jiang Chen cleared his throat slightly, "If I weren’t injured, I’d be even more impressive."

"Enough already. You’re puffed up with just a compliment."

Jiang Chen stopped bragging, pulling his hand back and wrapping his arm around Qing Mei’s shoulders. Then he took a deep breath.

"I’ll go with you back to Sha City."

"Why?"

"To face Uncle Fang and Aunt Pan and admit my mistake."

What does responsibility mean?

This is responsibility!

But whether this is just for show, only he knows for sure.

"Are you sincere?"

The fingers on his chest straightened into a stroke and then the whole palm rested on his heart, Fang Qing felt his heartbeat’s rhythm, "Don’t lie, I can feel it."

"We’ll set off today."

Jiang Chen replied decisively, with no change whatsoever in his heartbeat’s rhythm, calm, steady, strong, and forceful.

Fang Qing neither agreed nor disagreed, asking, "What about Li Shuru?"

"Shu Rui’s side is easier to handle than your parents."

That’s speaking frankly.

Jiang Chen’s bluntness amused Fang Qing, who praised him, "You’re quite capable."

Jiang Chen didn’t boast.

"When she let you enter Tianci, she should have mentally prepared herself then."

"So you assume she’s okay with it?"

Fang Qing’s question was sharp, while Jiang Chen’s reply was clever and a bit cheeky.

"Anyway, you two aren’t like sisters."

"What about you? Think of yourself as the Emperor?"

"Far from the Emperor."

Jiang Chen modestly said, "At most, I’m just a lord."

Fang Qing’s hand quickly moved down his chest.

The one who had suffered reflexively adjusted his posture and grabbed her hand.

"Again?"

Practically speaking, there’s no major issue, but...

It really hurts.

"How can a man say ’no’?"

Jiang Chen laughed helplessly, "Don’t mess around; otherwise, you’ll be the one to suffer. You might not go to the hospital, but end up sending you there."

"Aren’t you something."

Fang Qing rolled her eyes at him.

The sign of a man’s maturity isn’t age, and it’s the same for women.

Compared to before yesterday, at this moment, Qing Gege undeniably exuded an indescribable charm that captivated the heart.

"Come, give me a kiss."

Jiang Chen lay sprawled against the bedhead, resembling the depraved masters of feudal times.

"Go brush your teeth."

Fang Qing refused to comply; her demands differed from being demanded.

Someone was relentless, grabbing Qing Mei’s arm, seemingly intending to force himself on a lawyer.

"Beep—beep—beep—"

Just as the two were tugging, the phone rang.

Not a mobile phone.

A phone.

Coming from the bedside landline.

"The checkout time is approaching. Do you need to renew your stay?"

Jiang Chen picked up the receiver, then held it up in the air, turned his head, "Should we stay longer?"

Fang Qing pretended to be calm; the couple’s world was fine, but there was the hotel front desk waiting for a response. Her cheeks couldn’t help but change color, as radiant as the morning sky, she grabbed a pillow and hurled it over.

"Sleep by yourself!"