I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2636 - 1646: Butterfly Effect_3

I can’t really call myself the boss, or where would that leave Princess Cao? This idea that benefits the common people was proposed and carried out by Princess Cao; I’m just a partner.

Of course.

There’s no need to explain this kind of detail here.

Jiang Chen let out a sigh, holding his chopsticks, feeling like his identity couldn’t be kept secret anymore.

"If Sister Ji ever needs to see a doctor in the future, she gets twenty percent off at Xinghuo."

He said to Ji Ruyan.

Ji Ruyan was stunned for a moment, then broke into her brightest smile since the beginning of the evening, unable to hold it back.

She finally more or less understood why Wu Yufei was so hopelessly into this man.

Maybe it really wasn’t all about money and status.

"Mr. Jiang, are you cursing me?"

Jiang Chen seemed to realize only then how inappropriate his words sounded, and chuckled, "Sorry, I take back that discount I just offered."

"Don’t, come on. A gentleman’s word can’t be chased by four horses. Who doesn’t get sick? Twenty percent off, right? I’m remembering that."

Laughter and chatter, smiles all around.

Who said three women make a drama?

Boss Jiang, basking in his Emperor’s feast, was relaxed and at ease, dashing and glib, talking a mile a minute. He had conquered this dinner, he had won Guang Rong.

"They say if two people want to be together, their personalities have to complement each other. I never believed that before, but after seeing Mr. Jiang and Miss Fang, I do."

"That’s because Sister Ji isn’t that familiar with Fang Qing yet, or you definitely wouldn’t think that. She’s way more eloquent than me."

Even though she hadn’t understood what Ji Ruyan said in the kitchen just now, there was no way Wu Yufei couldn’t get it by this point.

Sister Ji had said the two of them were together, and Jiang Chen hadn’t denied it.

Her heart trembled, and she couldn’t help glancing at Fang Qing.

Me.

Did I just make a contribution?

"Oh right, Yu Fei, did you tell her what Fang Qing does? She’s a lawyer. If Sister Ji ever has any..."

Ji Ruyan gave a wry smile. "Does Mr. Jiang have a problem with me, or did one of my dishes not suit your taste?"

Exactly.

Either he’s giving her discounts on medical treatment, or he’s hoping she gets tangled up in lawsuits—every option sounds like a curse.

"Sorry."

Jiang Chen sighed again, then said to Qing Mei beside him, "Looks like people don’t really appreciate the kind of work we do."

"On the contrary. Mr. Jiang and Miss Fang’s work is about genuinely helping people who need help."

Wu Yufei nodded without thinking, deeply agreeing.

"You two haven’t seen how proud Yu Fei is whenever she brings you up."

"Isn’t Sister Ji the same? Helping countless women rebuild their confidence."

Fang Qing spoke up. This was polite small talk; of course she could handle it. She couldn’t act too aloof, and she wasn’t that kind of person anyway.

"I’m still not quite the same as you two."

The oldest at the table, Ji Ruyan, said with a smile, "In our line of work, we rack our brains to expand our client base. If clients don’t have a need, we’ll create that need for them."

This big sister really was blunt.

But honest!

"This whole medical aesthetics thing—do the benefits outweigh the harm, or the other way around?"

Jiang Chen followed up with a curious question.

"Well, how should I put it, you have to analyze specific cases specifically. Some women want to find a solid provider. For them, adjusting their looks might be the most effective and possibly the only way to achieve their goal. But if it’s purely appearance anxiety, then it’s all harm and almost no benefit. After a brief sense of satisfaction, they might end up suffering lifelong pain and regret."

"Then give me my money back."

Wu Yufei immediately said.

"I’m talking about medical aesthetics. It needs lifelong maintenance, and as you age the hidden dangers are endless—it’s almost like doing drugs. But basic beauty care is something every woman needs."

What do you call this?

This is called flexibility.

Jiang Chen and Fang Qing both laughed.

"Ding-dong, ding-dong, ding-dong..."

The completely unannounced doorbell cut off the light, cheerful mood at the table.

"More guests?"

Jiang Chen asked.

"No."

Wu Yufei shook her head, looking puzzled.

"I’ll go look."

She put down her chopsticks, got up, walked to the door, and pulled it open—outside stood several police officers.

Wu Yufei froze, baffled.

"Who are you looking for?"

"Is Ji Ruyan here?"

Sister Ji?

Wu Yufei was even more caught off guard.

Why were they looking for Sister Ji at her place?

Oh.

Right.

Technology is so advanced now; if law enforcement wants to track someone’s movements, it’s way too easy. They just need the target’s phone; it’s only a matter of whether they feel like doing it or not.

"What do you need?"

Wu Yufei stood in the doorway, not moving.

Everyone knows that when the police show up at your door, ninety-nine percent of the time it’s not good news.

"Please ask her to come out."

The officers were very polite, but they didn’t answer Wu Yufei’s question, clearly not at liberty to say.

Since they didn’t want to talk, Wu Yufei couldn’t force them. Her happy mood vanished without a trace. She said, "Please wait a moment," then walked back to the dining room, weighed down with worry.

"Who was it?"

Seeing her come back alone, Ji Ruyan asked curiously.

Meeting her eyes, Wu Yufei’s gaze was complicated; she hesitated, then finally said, "Police."

"Police?"

All three at the table were taken aback.

Especially Jiang Chen and Fang Qing.

No kidding.

These past few days, they seemed to be fated to keep running into the police wherever they went.

"What’s going on?"

Jiang Chen asked.

"No idea.

They said they’re here for Sister Ji."

Jiang Chen and Fang Qing instinctively looked over at the ever-smooth Ji Ruyan.

Hearing they were here for her, Ji Ruyan’s expression froze; she clearly hadn’t been mentally prepared either. But to her credit, she quickly calmed down and put down her chopsticks.

But the officers outside the door lost patience—or maybe worried something might go wrong—and came in.