I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2644 - 1649: Harmful to Others

"Really not coming up for a bit?"

In the elevator.

Jiang Chen was carrying two takeout portions of spicy hotpot.

Ji Ruyan shook her head. "It’s too late, I won’t bother you. If that really is Mr. Jiang’s place..."

Jiang Chen lightly cleared his throat and stood even straighter. This was an elevator, not a spicy hotpot shop, and an eye-catching camera was hanging behind them.

Who knew if someone in the security room was watching their every move.

"Sister Ji, you really know how to joke."

At that, Ji Ruyan immediately shot him a plaintive look. With cameras around, she couldn’t get handsy, but flirting with her eyes was still fair game.

"Didn’t Mr. Jiang enjoy what he was just touching?"

Jiang Chen’s expression was calm, righteous and upright.

If someone wants to pin a crime on you, they’ll always find a charge.

Was that him copping a feel?

Obviously not.

He was just stopping the other party from harassing him; it was textbook self-defense.

Even if this Young Master Zhou’s stepmom wanted to take revenge on behalf of her husband and stepson and frame him, he wasn’t afraid.

"How about Mr. Jiang comes to my place instead?"

Ji Ruyan switched to issuing an invitation. The bright elevator was saturated with thick, ambiguous tension.

Jiang Chen sighed and gave the same answer. "It’s too late."

"It’s fine, Yu Fei and the others probably don’t know Mr. Jiang is back yet, right? Just say you got held up on the way."

Ji Ruyan offered a suggestion, then lowered her voice.

"Mr. Jiang shouldn’t take that long, right?"

Heh.

Interesting.

Wu Yufei had teased him with the same question not long ago.

Boss Jiang was no longer the pure, innocent boy he’d been when he first entered society. He wasn’t afraid of Wu Yufei, and naturally didn’t fear this sultry, mature beauty radiating femininity.

"I should last a bit longer than Chen Tai."

"Giggle... really? Mr. Jiang isn’t just bragging, is he?"

Ji Ruyan felt awkward but not humiliated; on the contrary, her eyes were dewy, as if she’d already stepped into spring.

"Why don’t... let Ruyan verify it?"

There’s a limit to what a man can endure.

As a real man, when a woman keeps sending signals again and again, how are you supposed to respond?

Of course you fuck her!

So what if she’s a married woman?

Her husband was about to face the full weight of the law—that was a known fact. There was basically no risk of getting caught in the act.

"Ding—"

The elevator doors opened.

Three seconds later, they closed again.

No one got out.

The elevator continued upward.

Looking at the man a half-step ahead of her, still and motionless, holding two portions of spicy hotpot, the seemingly triumphant Ji Ruyan actually hadn’t anticipated this outcome. Her heart started pounding faster, she bit her plump lips, and couldn’t help swallowing.

"Ding—"

Just one floor up, the doors opened again.

Jiang Chen stepped out first.

Lost in her wild thoughts, Ji Ruyan followed, her high heels clacking, her steps slightly unsteady.

Looks like.

She wasn’t completely shameless.

Even if the marriage was dead in all but name, the divorce papers hadn’t been signed yet.

The previously silver-tongued seductress suddenly fell silent for some reason. She walked past Jiang Chen, and when she opened the door, her movements were clearly stiff in certain spots, and even her voice turned stilted once the door swung open.

"Come, c-come in."

Seems Wu Yufei’s observation had been spot on—she’d probably rarely, if ever, brought a man home.

Of course.

That was up until tonight.

It took a certain amount of guts and nerve to put a green hat on a man like Chen Tai.

By comparison, Boss Jiang’s demeanor was as composed as ever, so calm it was almost infuriating. He set the two portions of spicy hotpot for the downstairs neighbors on the little console table by the door and put on the disposable shoe covers she handed him.

The service could’ve been more professional.

But he couldn’t actually treat her like a hired masseuse.

"Bang."

Ji Ruyan shut the door. Maybe she hadn’t brought a man home in a long time, because the moment they stepped inside, her cheeks began heating up. She unconsciously smoothed her hair, slipped off her high heels, revealing her full stockinged feet; the whole atmosphere shifted, her gaze moving from openly enticing to shy and evasive.

"Sit wherever."

The layout was similar, but the décor style differed: off-white as the base, accented with rose gold, an arched floor lamp, an artsy coffee table, a velvet sofa, and the abstract painting on the wall all reflected the homeowner’s distinctive taste.

Boss Jiang was impressive; he didn’t say a word after coming in. With a simple movement, he conveyed his thoughts perfectly.

He pulled out his phone and checked the time.

Catching this, Ji Ruyan’s cheeks burned hotter, even her neck seemed tinged with pink.

Thirty and hungry like a wolf.

Forty and fierce like a tiger.

Living like a grass widow was torture on par with a death sentence.

"I’ll... go take a shower."

She bit her lower lip, turned, and walked into the bedroom, leaving the imposing, mountain-like Boss Jiang standing silently in the living room, playing the role of a human statue.

In the bathroom.

To save time, Ji Ruyan didn’t even use the bathtub. She stood under the showerhead, tipped her head back, letting the warm, forceful stream beat down on her naked body, her pearly white teeth once again sinking into her plump lips.

"Lecher!"

She scolded him in a mix of shame and mock anger, stamped her foot, then shook her head, her hair fanning out as droplets scattered everywhere.

Under the bright light, there wasn’t a trace of excess flesh on her flat stomach. Her legs, freed from their stockings, were taut and springy, her skin as smooth as milk. This figure would make plenty of girls in their twenties die of envy.

With a guy like Chen Tai, you could question his character, but you couldn’t doubt his taste.

Complain as she might, her body was being brutally honest. Ji Ruyan didn’t dare waste time, quickly rinsing off her skin. This thing called showering, which for meticulous women carried a kind of ritual, was turned by her into a race against the clock.

In just over ten minutes—a speed that could rival a man’s—Ji Ruyan stepped out wrapped in a bathrobe, walked to the wardrobe, opened the doors, and, looking at the dazzling array of sleepwear inside, felt her face burn. She raised her hand and took out a black, strapless, one-piece sheer number.