I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2643 - 1648: Chilled Drinks (2)

"Ha."

Ji Ruyan laughed, "Being able to be married to someone like Chen Tai means Ruyan is at least not foolish. The questions Mr. Jiang asked me earlier were just to confirm my attitude towards Chen Tai, weren’t they? If I’m not mistaken, Mr. Jiang and their family are enemies rather than friends."

"Indeed."

Jiang Chen replied calmly, "You guessed correctly, but there’s no reward."

Ji Ruyan leaned against the back of the chair, tilting her head, a mature and alluring wife yet exuding a playful charm.

"Then Mr. Jiang should be quite satisfied now?"

"Satisfied with what?"

"Cao Mengde once said, ’I will take care of your wife and children, do not worry.’

Even for someone like Boss Jiang, there was a moment of not catching it.

What ferocious words.

Such a fierce wife.

"Without Mr. Jiang, Ruyan would not have escaped the five-year imprisonment disaster this time. Like Mr. Jiang, Ruyan never likes to owe favors."

After the words disappeared, there was a period of silence.

Until Ji Ruyan, who might become a widow, curiously tilted her head, Jiang Chen calmly said, "Go on."

"Go on about what?"

"Weren’t you about to discuss dedicating yourself but didn’t finish?"

Ji Ruyan smiled sweetly, her eyes glimmering, "Ruyan feels that sometimes a bit of subtlety is needed; it seems Mr. Jiang doesn’t like keeping things unsaid."

Chatting with a beautiful woman is just endless fun.

But Jiang Chen could see through her forced smiles.

Though he escaped a disaster himself, the family’s ruin was inevitable.

The instigator should not expect a return out of gratitude; that would be too vile.

"Sister Ji need not feel burdened psychologically. Without me, Sister Ji wouldn’t have faced this trouble, so there’s no need to feel indebted."

Ji Ruyan blinked, "Mr. Jiang’s meaning, Ruyan is a bit confused."

"I reported Zhou Shaohua."

"..."

Ji Ruyan froze.

"So, I’m sorry for potentially making Sister Ji a widow."

"..."

Ji Ruyan’s lips twitched, unsure if she wanted to hit someone.

Indeed.

Can someone really say such a thing?

Even if it may be true.

It’s really too rude.

"You destroyed the Chen Family?"

Ji Ruyan confirmed.

There was no response.

In such cases, it’s generally taken as consent.

Ji Ruyan was speechless, watching the young man driving, her emotions surging again.

There were countless people with grudges against Chen Tai.

Having a grudge and destroying Chen Tai are vastly different.

"Zhou Shaohua has an aunt..."

Jiang Chen turned his head.

He thought the other party didn’t know.

But it could be understood.

After all these years together, this mature woman is not naive.

"Yes, Young Master Zhou’s aunt is suspected of disciplinary violations and has been suspended for investigation."

In the silence, you hear shocking thunder.

She clearly knew the status of that "aunt," and she knew this young man was the boss of Xinghuo Medical Center.

Yet the traditions stretch back thousands of years.

Ji Ruyan’s newly reshaped perception was thoroughly shattered again.

"Who exactly are you?"

Ji Ruyan couldn’t help herself.

Everyone knows, the downfall of a "big figure" isn’t a single event, but often signifies the collapse of the associated "entire gang."

She guessed that Chen Tai’s fall suggested his protective umbrella likely fell, too; yet guessing and confirming are two different things.

"Didn’t Yu Fei introduce us to Sister Ji? So we’re even."

Ji Ruyan wanted to laugh but couldn’t.

Lan Peizhi’s words keep increasing in weight.

If you don’t know a person well, at most you’re a frog at the bottom of the well seeing the moon.

But when you begin to understand, you find you are an ant seeing the sky!

"Are we even... Shouldn’t Mr. Jiang compensate me with a husband?"

Jiang Chen calmly said, "Then you’d better go in."

"Whoosh—"

The BMW M4 weaves through the traffic, sketching flowing lines of light.

Han Yang Tree.

A nearby hot pot shop.

When a stunning beauty like Ji Ruyan walks in, the whole place’s attention is instantly captured.

But watching won’t get you anywhere.

She’s not really approachable, treating everyone else like air, only smiling warmly at Boss Jiang.

"Two bowls of spicy hot pot."

Ji Ruyan takes the initiative, not even asking Boss Jiang’s opinion.

"How did you know..."

Jiang Chen is curious how she knows his taste.

"Chen Tai is from Sha City. Plus, I observed during dinner."

See.

How attentive.

This is the epitome of a woman.

Well, not quite.

If you view it from her husband’s perspective, she’d probably end up steeped like a pig.

Actually, Boss Jiang didn’t want to come. It was because she suddenly said she was hungry, and since they had to take some food home for Fang Qing and Wu Yufei after being interrupted during dinner, they both ended up coming here.

"This place is quite good. Yu Fei also likes it, said it tastes similar to the flavors from Sha City. We came here together once."

Sitting in the car, because of the console, there’s a sense of distance between the driver and passenger seats, but once inside this hot pot shop, things got much more convenient. The legs wrapped in shimmering stockings occasionally brushed against Jiang Chen, purely accidental while helping him scoop ingredients like green onions and garlic.

The hot pot style in River City typically involves picking ingredients first and cooking them together, but in Sha City, it’s different; everything is cooked in the pot, made to order.

Maybe it’s the hometown filter, but Jiang Chen has always thought Sha City’s hot pot is unparalleled, something that even kids from poor families like them could afford.

Back in middle school, several hot pot stalls outside school were often used as dinner, filling up only costs three or four yuan, economical and affordable, although somewhat dirty.

But back then, our bodies were strong enough to withstand it.

"If you come here often, this shop should pay you advertising fees."

Not every male compatriot has Boss Jiang’s extraordinary composure. Besides, at their first meeting on the terrace, he had taken a look at her sexy silk-clad legs.

This charismatic beauty entering a common snack shop is like a noble Yan flying into a commoner’s house, impossible not to be ogled.

Desire for food and lust go hand in hand.

Ji Ruyan covers her mouth laughing, naturally revealing her charm, causing the voyeuristic eyes to lose focus instantly.

"Yu Fei said after she came to work in River City, her first entrepreneurial thought was to open a hot pot shop."

"Really?"

Jiang Chen laughs, "Well, she does have good insight. If she could really bring Sha City’s hot pot style to River City, it would definitely be promising."

"But plans can’t keep up with changes, right? Before she could save enough startup capital from her job, she met you, the angel investor, and her dream had to be shelved."

"She hasn’t mentioned it to me once, that’s my fault. Cheese rice cakes, please."

"Do you eat this? Let me give you one."

Ji Ruyan picks up a pork ball she ordered, one of four, seemed she couldn’t finish them.

The excessive enthusiasm from the other side, Boss Jiang seems a bit unable to handle it and immediately moves his bowl a bit farther.

This action really hurts, Ji Ruyan’s chopsticks pause, showing a hint of grievance in her eyes.

"Does Mr. Jiang dislike me?"

The watching audience’s eyes glaze over, secretly pounding their chests, wishing they could kick Boss Jiang aside and take his place.

"This is just downstairs from your house, might very well have neighbors from the area here now, Sister Ji, better mind the impression."

Ji Ruyan nudges him with her leg again, this time on purpose.

"I’m a married woman not afraid, what are you afraid of?"

Jiang Chen remains silent, bending his head to eat bamboo sticks.

Ji Ruyan also lowers her head to eat the pork balls, but her legs under the table are restless, nudging Jiang Chen repeatedly.

Man’s patience has limits.

Because of the nudging, the pickled lettuce nearly fell into the bowl, Jiang Chen finally can’t help but say, "If you move your feet again, I’ll use my hands."

Ji Ruyan stays silent, brushing back her hair, continuing to eat bean sprouts without a care.

Although her charm isn’t typical for women who can’t afford to eat well, she really isn’t picky at all.

"Bang."

Another nudge.

Having forewarned, Boss Jiang no longer tolerates, acts decisively, grabbing the silk-clad leg that seriously impairs his enjoyment of youthful cuisine.

Good stockings, the texture is indeed different.

The thigh flesh creases under pressure.

Ji Ruyan’s cheeks redden slightly, maybe due to the steam from the pot, but she continues chewing bean sprouts, her head unmoving, only her upper body subtly tipping in that direction.

"You made me a widow, can you also bear to let me suffer another living widowhood?"

Jiang Chen ignores her, calling to the server, "Do you have chilled drinks?"

In this season.

Chilled drinks?

Still afraid of the spiciness, huh.