I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2642 - 1648: Iced Beverage

Men and women should not touch hands when giving or receiving things.

There’s no issue with this statement.

No issue at all.

But would a middle-aged beauty, married, and with a stepson around her age care about this?

The answer is obvious.

So when they walked out of the station, under the gleaming police badge in the night, their still intertwined hands were equally eye-catching.

Of course.

Passersby couldn’t possibly know the relationship between these two, couldn’t know this was only the third time they were meeting.

In front of the steps, Boss Jiang, who truly and effortlessly brought her out, paused in silence.

Ji Ruyan, who successfully got away, then let go, breathing in the fresh and free air, her mind still somewhat blank and dazed.

It was really too smooth.

Completely unimpeded.

Not even a single question asked.

She thought she had fallen into hell, but who would have guessed someone would jump down and then nonchalantly say, come with me, and in the blink of an eye, she was whisked back to the human world as if soaring on clouds.

No, that’s not right.

It was she who held onto him.

Even in a fantasy novel, this would be explosive.

Power, at this moment, is fully embodied.

"Thank you, thank you."

"You’re welcome."

What a dry and tedious cliché.

After a moment of silence, the absent-minded Ji Ruyan looked back at the road they came from, her red lips murmuring, "... Am I really, okay now?"

"Find some time to process the divorce papers."

Jiang Chen walked down.

Speaking the truth.

Truly irresistibly handsome.

Even someone like Ji Ruyan, such a top-grade beauty, couldn’t resist, quickly catching up, completely forgetting the composure she should have as a married woman.

Right.

And as a mother too.

"Mr. Jiang’s great favor and virtue, Ruyan, will never forget."

See.

Women always admire power.

She’s even started calling herself Ruyan now.

Can’t really blame this young-looking mature sister for acting young; it’s just that a man’s age isn’t measured by years, but by his ability to solve problems.

Perhaps Boss Jiang merely waved his sleeve, but in Ji Ruyan’s eyes, it was supreme divine skills.

"A mouth that eats gets short; don’t take it to heart."

A mouth that eats...

Ji Ruyan snapped to realization, snickered, then with a complex expression, followed behind and said faintly, "Mr. Jiang said so; Ruyan might want to cook for Mr. Jiang for a lifetime."

Boss Jiang cleared his throat, recalling the people and matters in Sha City, feeling a bit unusual about this commanding older woman.

"Sister Ji hasn’t divorced yet."

How could Ji Ruyan not understand the implication in his words, her eyes showing grievance, "Ruyan’s marriage has long been in name only, Yu Fei knows that."

"But she doesn’t live with Sister Ji; how would she know."

"Mr. Jiang..."

Jiang Chen certainly didn’t care about her marital life; this time he lent a hand, firstly because of a female classmate, secondly, because it did indeed have some causal relation to him.

He opened the car door.

Ji Ruyan quickly ran to the passenger door and got in.

The seatbelt crossed her ample bosom, making the shape even more distinct.

Boss Jiang pressed the gas pedal, driving with one hand, leaving the police station.

The window wasn’t open.

After all, it was getting a bit cold at night.

But the air conditioning inside was blowing a bit warm.

Still, it was Wu Yufei’s borrowed BMW M4.

A fancy car and a beautiful woman.

And still, someone else’s wife.

Truly envious.

But Boss Jiang was quite the actor; even with her constantly peeking at him, he kept his eyes straight, one hand on the steering wheel, the other arm leisurely resting on the car window—wasn’t it bound to entice someone to deviate—not right, make someone err?

True, her husband and son were in jail, but still, it’s not right to have no moral boundaries.

Boss Jiang seemed determined to remain deep and profound, while Ji Ruyan was the first to break the silence by adjusting the air conditioning temperature.

"It’s a bit hot."

Is she truly hot, or is her heart hot—outsiders wouldn’t know; don’t guess a woman’s mind, especially that of a married woman.

"Has Sister Ji been to Sha City?"

The other party obviously wanted to make small talk; Jiang Chen wasn’t oblivious, catching the hint, chatting casually while driving.

"No."

Ji Ruyan replied bluntly, "Zhou Shaohua doesn’t like me."

A woman like her, there shouldn’t be a man who doesn’t "like" her.

Can only say that young master Zhou.

Had limits.

"Mr. Jiang knows Zhou Shaohua, you should know what kind of person he is. If I went to Sha City, wouldn’t it be chaotic? Why bother? We keep to our own, fine that way."

Jiang Chen nodded, "How long have you been with Chen Tai?"

Ji Ruyan looked straight ahead, her shapely legs maximizing the effect of her pearl stockings, "Can’t quite remember, about eight or nine years, I think."

Eight or nine years.

Back then, I was still in high school.

"Looks like your relationship is actually quite stable."

Ji Ruyan turned her head, "Mr. Jiang doesn’t believe what I’m saying?"

"What?"

Jiang Chen puzzled, glancing at her.

"Mr. Jiang is still suspicious that I have marital feelings with Chen Tai?"

Jiang Chen withdrew his gaze, driving seriously, without a word.

"If Mr. Jiang is unwilling to believe Ruyan, you can turn around and send me back in."

This statement.

Had a hint of defiance.

At the same time.

Seemed to carry a whiff of a little girl’s coquettishness.

"A night as husband and wife, a hundred days of grace..."

"Yes, a night as husband and wife, a hundred days of grace."

Jiang Chen didn’t get to finish before she took over, "But there’s also a phrase about seeming harmony while harboring different intentions and sharing a bed but dreaming different dreams. Chen Tai, to shape his persona and image, needs a wife like me, and I, in return, need his connections and social resources..."

"Aren’t you worried that I’m friends with the Chen Family?"

Jiang Chen took the conversation back.