I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2688 - 1670: No Turning Off

The last time the two kids chatted was indeed today, and through the messages sent by Ya Yi, it was clear to feel her low mood. For instance, the Martial Saint suggested sneaking a video call at night, but she didn’t even reply.

Looking at their chat history.

Every previous chat was always terminated by the Martial Saint, either finding an excuse or he simply disappeared.

"I know she must be encountering some bad things. Why would I actively ask? That’s like rubbing salt into the wound. Moreover, asking would be pointless; although she’s young, she has principles and maturity. If she doesn’t want to talk about something, asking won’t help."

That kid.

Really has a knack for it.

But, don’t say it.

Based on his feelings about that little girl, this kid’s judgment aligns with his own.

"Bro, I mentioned a video call as a joke. I said it because I sensed her mood was off, just to lift the atmosphere. Don’t misunderstand."

The Martial Saint actively clarified.

Jiang Chen said indifferently, "Eat dinner, finish up and then do your homework. Don’t bring your phone to school anymore."

The Martial Saint was stunned, then showed indignation.

"Bro, you’re not being fair!"

By the time Jiang Chen finished tutoring the Martial Saint on his homework and returned to his room, it was already nine o’clock. He opened the bedroom door and saw Boss Jiang smiling.

"You’re back."

Exactly.

Despite the argument, how could someone not come home?

Li Shuru seemed to be working, and she looked up from her laptop.

"Where did you go?"

"Helping the Martial Saint with his homework."

Tsk.

Suddenly becoming so responsible.

"You’ve worked hard."

"Not as hard as you."

Jiang Chen walked over and placed his hand on his girlfriend’s shoulder, "Still busy, huh."

"If you’re tired, you should rest first."

Li Shuru said, continuing to focus on her work.

Still angry?

Sigh.

The plan had been to invite Shi Qianxi out to mediate today, but things didn’t go as hoped.

"I’ll go take a bath first."

Jiang Chen wasn’t impatient; he remained calm and turned to grab his pajamas before entering the bathroom.

"Splash——"

Hot water poured down, and unlike the gentle approach to Li Shuru, Jiang Chen scrubbed his face, his brows involuntarily furrowing.

The unease that began at dinner continued to weigh on his heart and had yet to dissipate.

It was undoubtedly related to that witch Fujiwara Reiki.

No reason.

Men also have intuition.

However, he couldn’t just call and question her directly. She was busy preparing for a wedding, and constant disturbances might make her think he intends to sabotage.

After showering, Li Shuru was still immersed in her work at the computer. Boss Jiang, in his pajamas, carefully walked to the window to make a call to the Japanese side, so as not to disturb her work.

Everything was normal; nothing had happened.

Yet, the sense of unease hadn’t eased; it intensified instead.

Jiang Chen put down his phone and stared out into the peaceful night.

"What are you looking at?"

He wasn’t pretending to be deep, but Li Shuru approached without him noticing.

"Finished work?"

"Mm."

Despite the tiff, a cold war is unacceptable.

With someone close, one should avoid speaking harshly, speaking in opposites, or not speaking at all.

"I called Sister Fang Qing this afternoon."

"Huh?"

Jiang Chen was stunned.

Li Shuru glanced at him, "What’s with the ’huh’?"

"Why did you call her?"

"Why can’t I call her?"

"What did you talk about?"

"What do you think."

"Let me tell you, it’s my own decision..."

Still feeling guilty, huh?

This is good.

At least it shows he understands shame.

Li Shuru smiled, "I thought it was the result of you discussing with Sister Fang Qing."

"Shuru, I owe Fang Qing too much."

Someone spoke earnestly.

"Are you saying you only owe Sister Fang Qing? If Sister Fang Qing knew, you’d be in big trouble."

Someone smiled bitterly.

Li Shuru gazed out the window.

"I just asked Sister Fang Qing to return to East Sea soon," before he could speak, she continued, "There are some legal conflicts that need Sister Fang Qing to preside over."

Just teasing me?

Jiang Chen immediately seized the opportunity, reaching to take his girlfriend’s hand, ready to flattery her, "I knew you..."

"Snap!"

Li Shuru slapped his hand away, not buying into his little game.

"What about Sister Qianqian, what’s your plan there?"

Since they’ve already laid their cards face-up, they might as well have an open conversation.

It’s a conversation that needs to happen.

"You owe Sister Fang Qing, what about Sister Qianqian?"

Li Shuru’s tone was calm and peaceful, like the night outside.

"Between me and Shi Qianxi, it’s her who owes me."

Jiang Chen said calmly.

Li Shuru did not smile, she simply replied, "Is there a difference?"

Jiang Chen was suddenly speechless.

Indeed,

Between men and women, who owes whom, the meaning is the same.

Li Shuru gently breathed in, raised her hand, pinched her brow as if chatting over these few lines was more exhausting than working overtime.

The conversation didn’t stretch further.

"I’m going to shower."

Li Shuru turned, actively ending this conversation.

Jiang Chen stood alone by the window, cloaked in the night, feeling lonely and desolate.

When Li Shuru emerged from her shower, Jiang Chen’s figure was no longer visible by the window, and the bedroom was empty.

In a matte black silk satin nightdress, she naturally wouldn’t act foolishly searching through rooms; she didn’t rush, taking ten minutes to apply body lotion before picking up her phone to call.

"Where are you?"

"I’ll sleep in the guest room."

Comrade Jiang Chen was perceptive and considerate, yet pitiful.

"Trying to play the pity card?"

Li Shuru straightforwardly pointed out, "Come back."

Jiang Chen didn’t pretend, moved swiftly, and within half a minute the bedroom door was pushed open.

Li Shuru leaned against the headboard, her black hair complemented the matte nightdress, radiating cold allure and sensuality.

Jiang Chen closed the door and walked over silently, fully aware of his guilt, climbing onto the bed, but keeping a certain distance from his girlfriend to avoid adding fuel to the fire.

"Keep watching."

Li Shuru spoke.

"Watch what?"

Jiang Chen didn’t understand.

"Mountain Village Corpse."

"..."

Jiang Chen suddenly realized but was still confused, watching a movie requires the right mood.

"You’ve worked all day, aren’t you tired?"

"Just play it."

Okay.

As the guilty party, surely he had no right to protest, Jiang Chen could only start the projector.

The boy feigning calm while his heart pounded in front of the TV years ago could never have imagined he would be so deeply tied to Aunt Mei.

The progress bar was pulled directly to the point where the two argued last night.

Jiang Chen leaned against the headboard, watching the screen intently, his posture straighter than a corpse, truly ensuring he didn’t touch a single hair on Li Shuru.

"Is this how you watched with Sister Fang Qing?"

Came a voice from beside him.

Already knew.

Definitely was more than just watching.

"Come on, tell me. How did you and Sister Fang Qing revisit Mountain Village Corpse?"

Jiang Chen wisely played deaf and mute.

No.

Wasn’t he bold yesterday?

"Was it your initiative or Sister Fang Qing’s?"

Jiang Chen’s forehead gradually became lined with black marks, helplessly opening his mouth: "Shh... Can we give Aunt Mei some respect?"

Aunt Mei was busy slashing away in the movie.

"Did you respect Aunt Mei?"

Li Shuru said coolly.

Jiang Chen was speechless, then simply retracted under the covers, deciding not to watch.

"What’s the matter?

Li Shuru asked knowingly, still gazing at the movie.

"Feeling a bit sleepy."

Jiang Chen replied dully.

"No problem. When Sister Fang Qing returns, I’ll invite her, and we’ll revisit it together as a trio."

Li Shuru was reasonable.

Jiang Chen was exasperated.

All are devils.

"Want to know, right?"

Realizing he couldn’t sleep, he suddenly sat up, transforming from a sick cat to a tiger, trying to push Li Shuru onto the bed, only to end up the one being pressed down.

"You need to accept punishment."

Being ridden, Jiang Chen was moved, suppressing the itch from strands falling on his face as he reached for the remote.

Li Shuru looked down from above, cold and unrivaled.

"No turning it off."