I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2741 - 1702: Sleep

After finishing his shower, Comrade Jiang Chen looked at the warm and soft woman sleeping peacefully on the large bed, wrapped himself in a bathrobe, and tiptoed slowly towards the bed.

Even though his movements were gentle enough, his action of getting onto the bed still woke the other person.

"Why is it so late..."

Li Shuru’s voice was still mixed with a sleepy nasal tone, her lotus-like arms instinctively reached over, with her dark hair scattered on her cheeks. The scenery truly matched the description of "cloud-like hair framing fragrant cheeks and snow-like skin."

Jiang Chen completely settled onto the bed and tucked the blanket around her, "Did I wake you?"

Li Shuru opened her eyes, her gaze bright like moonlight, with a rare playful innocence as she said, "I planned to wait for you, but accidentally fell asleep. What time is it?"

"It’s already past midnight."

"So late?"

As the saying goes, couples may argue at the head of the bed but make up at the foot, Li Shuru discarded any previous grudges, snuggled closer, and playfully pressed her cheek against his thigh, "Did you have a late-night snack?"

Someone didn’t take advantage of the situation, his girlfriend was already fully awake, and given the age of Mr. and Mrs. Wu, they couldn’t handle staying up late.

"No."

"Then why are you only back now?"

Li Shuru rested her head on his leg, her gentle tone made even an inquiry feel natural and not unpleasant, especially since it was mere concern between partners.

"Sigh."

Jiang Chen sighed lightly, choosing not to answer.

Li Shuru glanced up at him but didn’t pursue the question further.

"I was thinking, maybe we should invite Miss Lan’s parents over for a meal tomorrow, or rather today."

She settled back down, resting on the man’s strong thigh, "Martial Saint has been living here so long, treating me as a sister, and it’s rare that his parents came by, I..."

"No need for that."

Jiang Chen quickly interjected.

"Why?"

Li Shuru asked, curious and puzzled.

Why?

Because in Mr. and Mrs. Wu’s eyes, he was a rare good man.

Of course.

Tonight, Wu Guangjiang might have some misunderstanding with him.

"No need to create problems for myself."

He patted his girlfriend’s shoulder.

"How is it creating problems? It’s basic courtesy."

Li Shuru retorted.

Sometimes, having too high personal standards isn’t necessarily a good thing.

Jiang Chen fell silent.

Li Shuru propped herself up, her lustrous black hair spilling around her, as she grabbed the blanket to cover her upper body, "What’s the matter? Are you troubled?"

"Sigh."

Seeing he couldn’t evade it, someone let out another long sigh.

"Why are you acting like an old man?"

Li Shuru playfully nudged him, her cool eyes now lively with their twinkling.

"Do you have an interesting story to share with me?"

Jiang Chen glanced at her, his appearance growing increasingly troubled and heavy-hearted, "Please, don’t ask."

"Come on, tell me."

Li Shuru deliberately poked his waist.

Jiang Chen chuckled, instinctively dodging, but for some reason, he suddenly grimaced with pain.

"You’re trying to trick me!"

Li Shuru’s laughter intensified, her beauty shining under the dim lighting.

Boss Jiang propped up a pillow, carefully settling back down slowly as if in slow motion, leaving Li Shuru utterly puzzled by his strange behavior.

"What’s wrong? Are you not feeling well?"

"Sigh—"

Another long sigh, it was clearly Martial Saint’s birthday party, yet he felt he’d aged a lot.

No more beating around the bush, Jiang Chen somberly said, "Would you believe me if I said I fought with Lan Peizhi?"

Li Shuru was stunned, staring at him for several seconds before bursting into laughter.

"I don’t believe it."

"..."

Jiang Chen remained silent, sighing.

"You really fought... with Miss Lan?"

Li Shuru’s expression slowly turned to surprise.

"She’s really unreasonable, I too couldn’t tolerate it anymore."

Jiang Chen spoke with a tone of indignation, as if he had suffered great injustice.

Li Shuru’s curiosity surged more than ever.

Fighting.

A word long removed from her world.

More so with her man and Lan Peizhi.

"Why?"

She couldn’t help but ask.

"You be the judge."

The reason humans are social creatures is that many emotions can’t be processed alone, only shared for relief.

Jiang Chen explained the reason for his late return tonight.

"You took Martial Saint and his father to Qinyuan?"

Li Shuru’s eyes widened, utterly shocked again.

She knew well what Qinyuan was.

Luo Peng’s girlfriend Xia Wanqing had come from there.

No intention of discrimination.

She was cleaner than ninety percent of women in the world.

But after all, wasn’t Qinyuan still a place of leisure and entertainment?

Taking someone’s father and brother to a "brothel"?

Li Shuru suddenly started to understand why the two might have fought.

Look.

What a broad perspective.

Her man was part of a brothel visit, yet he didn’t mind at all.

"I took them there just for relaxation, Qinyuan can truly be appreciated by both the refined and the vulgar."

Jiang Chen reiterated the concept, as if it was like regular people doing karaoke, can’t you just sing without touching?

It’s all about personal morality.

"Who would have thought that Lan Peizhi would seize the opportunity to set a trap, finding a girl to tempt her father..."

"Miss Lan found someone to tempt her father?"

Li Shuru was left befuddled.

"Yes, can you believe it?"

"Clap."

Jiang Chen glanced sideways to see his arm hooked, Li Shuru’s eyes glimmered, "And then what happened?"

Jiang Chen found himself amused and helpless.

Really treating it as a bedtime story.

"Then..."

In an annoying dragging tone, he leaned slightly backward against the bedpost, "Guess."

"Her father wouldn’t have..."

"Nonsense."

In an abrupt, serious tone, the person who invited guesses frowned, "In you women’s eyes, are we men really so easily swayed? As for being a daughter, coming up with such plots against her own father, how indecent is that?"