I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2735 - 1699: Fifteen Years Old

"Where is this place?"

After finishing the poignant and tender song "Heavenly Fairy Match," Wu Guangjiang, unexpectedly invigorated, did not join his son and Jiang Chen but was instead taken to another room.

Hmm.

He was led.

"This is my boudoir."

The girl who sang "Heavenly Fairy Match" with him laughed like an oriole. Unknowingly, she moved to the front, turned her head with a smile, and the hem of her skirt fluttered; her oval face was as beautiful as a dream.

As a rural man, whether Wu Guangjiang had ever washed his feet was unknown, but the technician he had encountered could not compare to this girl.

"No wonder it smells so nice."

Wu Guangjiang instinctively sniffed his nose. Whether it was the effect of alcohol or the environment, he suddenly felt even dizzier.

This room followed the uniform style of Qinyuan, vintage and elegant, with carefully designed lighting, as if the room was enveloped in a layer of mist. Additionally, many silk threads hung from the beams, falling and further blurring the space, making it hard to tell reality from dreams.

Indeed.

It truly had a bit of the Silk Cave vibe.

If it were the Marshal of the Heavenly Canopy, he would definitely be bewitched by now, reaching out his hands to play hide-and-seek with the Fairy sister.

"Young master, come catch me."

For Qinyuan to become a lavish place in East Sea and the entire Yangtze River Delta, it relied on more than just hardware facilities.

Similar places existed nationwide, but which oiran could sell at sky-high prices of tens of millions?

This girl, who could effortlessly master "Heavenly Fairy Match," not only had profound artistic accomplishments but also an outstanding service attitude. After all, no matter how much Wu Guangjiang groomed himself before setting off today, it was evident he was over fifty.

To call a man over fifty "young master" requires a dedication to professionalism.

The thin silk hanging from the beams sometimes even fell onto his shoulders. Wu Guangjiang, dizzy, did not play the role of Zhu Bajie. Perhaps his zodiac wasn’t a pig. He stopped in place and smiled confusedly, "Miss, I can sing, but I can’t compete with young men in their twenties."

"Why does the young master belittle himself? I think you don’t look old at all."

The girl, resembling a Seven Immortal Maiden descending to the mortal world, covered her face with her sleeve, standing seven or eight steps away, separated by layers of silk. Her gaze seemed to speak.

"Haha, you’re a bit dishonest. I should be older than your father."

Instead of lunging forward, Wu Guangjiang felt around for a chair and slowly sat down.

"Come, let’s chat for a while."

The sound of light footsteps arose as the girl with the oval face parted the layers of silk and walked over gracefully. Her cinnabar-colored soft smoke gauze long dress was embroidered with entwined camellias, with dark red silk outlining the stamens. A golden silk and beaded belt accentuated her slim waist. As she spun, the skirt opened, revealing an inner layer of silver gauze like a butterfly’s wings, fluttering enchantingly.

Talk about an outfit.

Young men in their twenties would certainly be unable to resist.

"What does the young master wish to talk about?"

As she sat down, she lowered her eyes shyly, her long sleeves still framing her face, truly leaving one in suspense.

Sometimes, when mistakes are made, it isn’t necessarily the man’s fault.

"How old are you?"

Wu Guangjiang remained composed. Maybe because he drank, his sensory responses and reactions to the outside world became dull.

"Eighteen."

"Liar."

Wu Guangjiang had a look of foresight, "You’re at least twenty-two. Lying isn’t a good habit."

"The young master has an excellent eye. I am indeed twenty-two this year."

Singing was just a side job.

Interacting with people was her main role.

No doubt about it, if Wu Guangjiang said twenty-three, she would definitely be twenty-three.

"Where are you from?"

"Bashu."

Wu Guangjiang was taken aback, "You’re from Bashu?"

The girl looked up, her eyes flowing, "Could it be the young master is also..."

Stop with the ’could it be,’ Wu Guangjiang slapped his thigh, "What a coincidence, I’m from Bashu too."

"It seems there is truly a fate between the young master and me."

Wu Guangjiang had most likely forgotten about the two juniors waiting in the room. He pressed on his thigh, looking up and down at the girl, then sighed softly.

"You’re so beautiful and can sing, why did you come to work in a place like this?"

"..."

It was too classic.

So much so that she gave him an extra glance, a superfluous action that shouldn’t have occurred.

Then the girl lowered her eyes again, and although she said nothing, a wave of melancholy naturally spread through the room.

"The young master doesn’t know, my family has endured hardships. If I had a choice, I would also want to live a proper life."

"Girl, don’t say that, you aren’t doing anything improper now either. You’re also living by your own abilities."

Wu Guangjiang comforted her, and his gaze was sincere, like it came from the heart.

"The young master jests. Surely, in your heart, you look down on me."

At this moment, anyone with a bit of understanding of romance would hold her hand to warm her lamenting heart. However, Wu Guangjiang just tapped his thigh.

"Girl, don’t think about it too much. I’m just an old man, what right do I have to look down on you? If my son-in-law hadn’t brought me here, I wouldn’t even have had the chance to see you."

"...Son-in-law?"

Wu Guangjiang nodded, "You think I’m lying? We Bashu people don’t lie. I’m almost sixty, and my daughter is older than you."

The remarkably talented woman remained silent.

It seemed Wu Guangjiang still remembered people were awaiting him.

"By the way, they’re still waiting for me. I should go back."

"Young master... won’t you stay a bit longer?"

The woman pleaded. Even a fool could hear the underlying meaning.

Wu Guangjiang waved his hand.

"Once you’ve earned enough money, find another line of work. The present era is much better than ours. People don’t starve now. As long as you have hands and feet, you can support yourself and let your parents feel less guilt."