I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2631 - 1645: The Best Fortune

Check out.

Refund the deposit.

When Jiang Chen finished the procedures and turned around, he found Qing Gege had somehow slipped to the hotel entrance, tilting her neck at a forty-five-degree angle, seemingly just appreciating the freshly washed sky.

Hmm.

Definitely not to avoid suspicion.

Qing Gege has always been a straightforward and heroic woman.

Jiang Chen walked over casually, without exposing her, stood beside her, and curiously asked:

"What are you looking at?"

"..."

Fang Qing felt neither awkward nor embarrassed, withdrew her gaze, lifted her feet, and walked forward.

Jiang Chen followed.

After the rain, the sky cleared, but the puddles on the ground hadn’t dried, and the air was filled with a damp smell mixed with earthy fragrance.

Having stayed in the hotel for two days, Jiang Chen involuntarily took a deep breath.

Fang Qing suddenly stopped, turned around, and looked at the rather ordinary chain hotel, her eyes complicated.

"If you can’t bear to leave, you can go back again."

Jiang Chen chuckled, "Now the rooms wouldn’t be snatched up, we could switch to a better one."

Fang Qing said nothing, gave him an elbow strike with more symbolic than effective meaning, turned back, and continued walking forward.

Jiang Chen followed.

The puddles splashed up, then slowly fell behind them.

"Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

"What?"

"Such a plain hotel."

Although these things can’t be planned in advance, it’s hard not to feel guilty thinking about taking the most precious thing from someone in such a place.

"What’s plain about it; the bed was quite big."

Upon hearing this.

Jiang Chen instantly broke down, couldn’t help and laughed aloud.

Most of the time, his sense of humor cheers others.

But being with Fang Qing, it’s always Fang Qing who makes him laugh.

"Hmm, the bed was quite big."

With two beds combined, isn’t it big, although they restored the beds to their original positions before checking out.

It wasn’t about moral cultivation; Fang Qing requested it.

"Really don’t mind?"

Jiang Chen tilted his head, observing Qing Mei’s expression; even optimistic people need nourishment.

Over the past twenty years, or since his parents passed away one after another, he felt as if buried under the rubble, striving to breathe through the crevice; what kept him from despair was the girl next door, relentless in letting the light shine through, telling him not to give up.

Hmm.

Just like her name.

After the rain, Qing.

Even though later, they each went their own way, attending universities separated by a thousand miles, Fang Qing’s light already rooted and sprouted in his heart, constantly nourishing him.

"Why would I mind?"

Fang Qing smiled gently, just like a plum blossom blooming early, "Many girls still stay at little inns beside the school for just a few dozen bucks a night."

Not only women.

Most people love to compare upward.

But she just doesn’t follow the tide.

Jiang Chen wasn’t moved; instead, he nodded sincerely, "Makes sense."

Fang Qing raised her elbow again.

Jiang Chen blocked it, but it was unnecessary; Fang Qing was merely teasing him and quickly lowered her arm.

"Let’s go eat, something nice. My treat."

This time Jiang Chen was genuinely moved.

Never mind gold or silver, she is still offering a treat.

Who could be as wonderful as her?

At this moment, in his eyes, Qing Mei was glowing.

"What are you doing?"

Fang Qing frowned, feeling somewhat awkward from his gaze.

Not doing anything outrageous on the street, Jiang Chen nodded and stepped forward.

"Hmm, definitely need a replenishment."

Over an hour later.

The well-fed and satisfied pair emerged from a casserole shop near the hotel, faces aglow and refreshed. Jiang Chen was still relishing the taste after coming out.

"The black chicken soup was really nice."

Indeed, Fang Qing, who really paid herself, was in an excellent state too, skin radiant and glowing, "Are you free?"

Jiang Chen nodded without hesitation, "Yeah. Where do you want to go?"

"Temple."

Jiang Chen said nothing more, looking at the nearby subway entrance, "Let’s go."

See.

How straightforward it is now.

The last subway ride was a bit unpleasant, but it wasn’t enough to give Boss Jiang a mental shadow; there aren’t many Jiangcheng University grad students around, so it’s not easy to bump into them.

The subway goes directly; it’s very convenient, but the temple is on the mountain, and they need to climb.

Of course.

It wouldn’t be impossible to build an elevator, given the Buddhist Sect’s income, it’s a trivial project, but an elevator leading directly to the household would lack sincerity; Buddha, like women, appreciates rituals.

"No problem, right?"

Seemingly endless steps of the staircase, Jiang Chen asked.

"Do you have a problem?"

Fang Qing asked back with equal concern.

Jiang Chen smiled, "How about a race? See who reaches the temple gate first."

Fang Qing ignored him, stretched her legs, and stepped up.

The moss-covered steps, combined with the moisture from the rain, made them slippery; forget racing, even walking slowly required caution, especially for those with weak legs.

Someone was indeed in good condition, possibly due to the effects of the black chicken soup, strength prosperous, every step exceptionally solid, deliberately maintaining speed to stay by Fang Qing’s side.

Worshippers of Buddha seemed to never stop, the rain just halted, yet there were far more people coming to offer incense than just Jiang Chen and Fang Qing.

Seeing the strangers passing by and those he met along the way, Jiang Chen suddenly recalled a phrase from Hippo’s President Bian Zaide.

If praying to gods and Buddha worked, ordinary people wouldn’t even get into temple doors.

But clearly, there aren’t many people as clear-headed as President Bian in this world, even Shi Qianxi’s mother, the mistress of Jinhai, such a strong and rational woman, is a devout follower of the Buddhist Sect.

It can only be said.

Many things can’t be viewed from a conventional perspective.