I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2702 - 1678: Weddings and Funerals (Part 2)

"There’s no need for you to clean; your task is to study."

Tch.

So damn responsible.

Martial Saint was left speechless, and under Boss Jiang’s killing gaze, he could only reluctantly follow Tanki Liuli away, turning back every few steps.

In this state, needless to say, it’s probably impossible to focus on studying.

The big and the small head upstairs.

On the first floor of the damaged mansion, only a man and a woman, whose relationship is hard to describe, remain sitting opposite each other.

According to Fujiwara Reiki’s words, she is a concubine, but Jiang Chen, who grew up under the red flag, as a proud member of the Young Pioneers, has his principles.

So his state of mind at this moment is quite complicated.

"Really not serious?"

After the atmosphere settled, he spoke, breaking the silence.

"Just a small injury."

Sakura pinched the blood-stained handkerchief, speaking briefly.

Jiang Chen nodded.

He doesn’t doubt her exaggeration.

Sakura is a Death Warrior.

A Death Warrior, destined to be battle-hardened, though he hasn’t seen the entire Death Warrior training process of the Fujiwara Family, but one general’s success comes at the cost of countless lives lost.

The birth of a Sakura must be paved with countless corpses.

"Did you come to find me for something?"

After a basic gesture of concern, Jiang Chen gets to the point, simultaneously thinking about a more unsettling possibility.

Sakura is a shadow.

Fujiwara Reiki’s shadow.

She appeared in the East Sea, so where is Fujiwara Reiki, that demoness?

Could she be far behind?

Thinking about this, Jiang Chen’s temples begin throbbing uncontrollably, he thought he could sleep well tonight, who knew his head would become heavier.

About to have the big wedding with the Imperial Family, she wouldn’t be reckless enough to run to the East Sea to find him for a ’tryst’ at this moment, would she?

No one else would.

But if it’s that demoness...

One can let imagination run wild with her.

"Yes, Miss has something to inform Mr. Jiang."

Thump!

Jiang Chen’s heartbeat skips half a beat, his expression involuntarily stiffening.

Is it really happening?

"Where is she?"

Boss Jiang’s voice turns low, even becoming displeased, annoyed.

No one likes to be coerced.

And he seems to be cornered by her every time.

Hence, the question arises.

Many Japanese view Fujiwara Reiki as a traitor, a nation’s thief, a Shen Zhou’s lapdog.

But leaving aside such large national and political topics, just discussing the two of them, who on earth controls whom?

Boss Jiang can’t help but reassess his relationship with that demoness, if left unchecked, given her character, the future course is unimaginable, is her marriage to Wataru Tetsuya also his chance to redefine their relationship?

Marriage can lead to divorce.

Dating can lead to breaking up.

So why can’t his relationship with Fujiwara Reiki return to a normal track, just become a simple exchange of interests?

Of course.

Faced with such a beauty, other men probably wouldn’t have this resolve.

But he.

Has the confidence!

Don’t forget.

He still holds a book of unique Divine Skill in his arms!

"Miss is in Tokyo."

"I asked where she..."

Wait.

Jiang Chen, frowning, stops speaking, looks at Sakura in surprise, and confirms, "She’s in Tokyo?"

Sakura nods, and coughs twice again.

It’s a minor injury for a Death Warrior, but in ordinary logic, she’s probably quite hurt.

Fortunately, Daoist Sister didn’t use weapons, otherwise the consequences would be unimaginable.

But obviously, Sakura didn’t fight back with full effort either.

"Did she send you to the East Sea to deliver a message to me?"

Sakura nods.

Seeing this, Jiang Chen, who quietly breathed a sigh of relief, couldn’t help but give rise to doubts again.

Playing what trick?

Not focusing on the wedding, what game is she scheming?

What era is it.

Even in ancient times, they knew how to send messages by carrier pigeons.

Making a phone call, are the costs very high?

Though Death Warriors are tools, they’re not supposed to be used like this, are they?

It’s simply a waste of resources.

"What does she want to say."

But that’s Fujiwara Reiki.

If she does what normal people do, she wouldn’t be her.

But though understood, Boss Jiang’s heart is still quite indignant, lowly saying, "Even if it’s inconvenient to say something on the phone, she can give a heads-up in advance, didn’t she notify me of the wedding banquet over the phone?"

Yes.

Could anything be more important than the wedding?

Backing up a step, even if something is urgent, does it need to be so mysterious?

Luckily, it was discovered by Tanki Liuli; if not, opening the door and seeing Sakura inside would surely give him a fright.

"Don’t you know that scaring people can be deadly, heart attacks are more frequent, especially among young people; shouldn’t you at least give me some mental preparation?"

Hmm.

Reasonable.

"Mr. Jiang doesn’t need to eat the wedding feast."

Hearing this, the displeased Jiang Chen pauses, looking at the clueless Sakura.

"What did you say?"

Sakura doesn’t explain, instead asking, "Does Mr. Jiang have mental preparation now?"

Looking at Sakura’s almost sickly pale face, Jiang Chen doesn’t continue to criticize.

"Don’t let this happen again. This time was a close call; as you saw, she’s not to be trifled with, if there’s a next time, I can’t guarantee the consequences."

While saying this, Jiang Chen couldn’t help but interject a side comment, "Why not use your ninjutsu to leave first. You can come back another day, it’s not too late."

The smoke bomb-like ninja Divine Skills he’s seen before.

But Sakura just attempted maneuvering earlier.

She’s an assassin.

And Daoist Sister?

A legit female warrior.

An assassin showing maneuvering skills in front of a warrior isn’t simply asking for trouble, a single mistake would be devastating.

However, Sakura must have a reason for not escaping.

Not letting him go to the wedding feast now.

What’s supposed to be such a big deal?

Afraid he’d overthink?

Using a petty mind towards a noble one.

He’s not a woman, not overly sensitive or suspicious.

Moreover.

Their relationship should also be reevaluated.

"Tell your Miss, I actually don’t want to go either. Wish her happiness."

Looking at the scene of chaos, Boss Jiang feels it’s time to end this farce.

The domestic situation already makes him exhausted, where does he have the energy to balance both sides?

"Mr. Jiang misunderstood, Miss doesn’t mean that."

Jiang Chen raises his hand, appearing to not need further inquiry, "I will communicate with your Miss personally, you can go back."

Go back?

As if someone simply dropped by from next door?

And can’t see the color on her lips?

That’s blood!

Indeed.

No wonder in the inner palace and wealthy mansions, maids tirelessly competed for the favor of their masters.

Because once the master falls from favor, they too will be affected.

"Wataru Tetsuya is dead."

Not directly, probably?

Sakura already asked.

Confirming someone had some mental preparation.

Yet learning the few words, Boss Jiang still instantaneously froze.

He did have some mental preparation but not enough.

As if an invisible power froze time, tick-tocking, after a dozen seconds, the power withdraws, Boss Jiang regains his ability to speak.

"You... what did you say?"

"Wataru Tetsuya is dead."

Sakura repeats, not one word more, not one word less, unchanged.

Jiang Chen gradually becomes expressionless, staring silently at the shocking Sakura, yet numerous emotions seem to be swirling in his eyes.

How many days since the happy news arrived?

Then suddenly informed the groom is dead?

If Fujiwara Reiki told him such words, he surely wouldn’t believe them.

But this is Sakura.

And here is the East Sea!

Joy reported first, mourning followed?

Many host a joyful mourning, but who has seen celebrating a mourning?

How’s the human courtesy supposed to go?

Serve one offering or two?

"Who did it?"

"Miss."

So damn straightforward, until Jiang Chen felt overwhelmed, his face twitching, almost losing control of his tone, "Is she crazy? What’s she trying to do?!"

After saying these, the infuriated Boss Jiang is about to make a phone call, if this call truly connects, letting him call with boiling emotion to question, Sakura’s mission would utterly fail, the sole way to atone would be seppuku.

Therefore, Sakura speaks again.

"Miss is pregnant."

Bang.

In the end, the call doesn’t connect.

The newly changed phone, only just days old, loses its support, falling vertically to the ground.