I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2742 - 1702: Sleep, Part 2

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Jiang Chen returns late and tired after a dispute with Lan Peizhi. He explains to Li Shuru that he took Martial Saint and his father to Qinyuan for relaxation, but Lan Peizhi interfered by trying to tempt her father.

"Her dad didn’t..."

"Of course."

Comrade Jiang Chen was resolute and righteous, as if he himself had passed the test.

"Not only was the uncle unmoved, but he also advised the girl earnestly to turn over a new leaf, and in the end, he gave her all the cash he had."

Li Shuru was stunned.

"Isn’t that noble? Isn’t that grand?"

Li Shuru’s red lips moved slightly, her expression odd, as if she wanted to laugh but held back.

"You made this up?"

"He’s an elder. Would I make up stories about him?"

Li Shuru was silent for a moment and then sincerely said, "Is everyone in their family so... interesting?"

Who could say otherwise?

"Even though Miss Lan’s father did nothing wrong, Miss Lan still felt that taking them to Qinyuan was very foolish and got angry with you?"

Mr. Jiang showed surprise and nodded, "Women really understand women after all."

"What does this have to do with woman or man?"

Li Shuru slapped him, "You were indeed foolish. Regardless of your motives, taking her father and brother to such a place was wrong, especially since the Martial Saint is still underage."

"Take it easy."

Someone feigned weakness, holding his arm, "with his eyebrows knitted," appearing pitiful and fragile, "I’m injured."

"Stop it. If she really hit you, you wouldn’t be back here, would you?"

Li Shuru dismissed him.

Jiang Chen seemed amused, "Are you really hoping she’d beat me to death?"

Li Shuru "added insult to injury", suddenly bursting into a radiant smile, her eyes shimmering, teeth sparkling.

"I’m just stating the facts. You wouldn’t withstand the power of her punch."

Jiang Chen chuckled.

"Underestimating whom, eh? I admit she’s strong, but I’m no pushover either."

Li Shuru’s laughter was lively; she didn’t constantly belittle her man because only a foolish woman would do that.

She soon comforted him softly, "Come on now. She is Lan Peizhi. Unless you’ve mastered the Sunflower Manual, otherwise, pfft—"

Still couldn’t hold back, Li Shuru covered her delicate lips, sitting on the bed, joyous beyond measure.

Boss Jiang, aggrieved, disregarded his ailment, sat up, lifted the blanket, grabbed his girlfriend, flipping her over, then spanked her two times on the perked-up butt.

Of course.

The spanking was through semi-transparent black lace panties.

Though they were already an old couple, Li Shuru’s cheeks still blushed. After two spanks, she struggled upright, grabbed the blanket to cover herself, hair disheveled, glaring angrily at the rascal.

"You’re bullying me because you were humiliated outside, is that it? If you’re so capable why don’t you go beat up Lan Peizhi!"

It must have been spoken inadvertently.

But the listener took notice.

Could it be that he wasn’t sober yet? Mr. Jiang, filled with masculine vigor, declared heroically, "One day, I will beat her till she cries out!"

Li Shuru wasn’t angry, certainly wouldn’t be angry, because who would take such words seriously; they were just angry words, no one would see them as a goal.

Hence, she was instead amused.

"Remember what you said today, I’m waiting for that day."

Li Yuanhua was ultimately naive, or one might say when the measure is raised by a foot, the devil raises it by ten feet.

Of course.

Boss Jiang’s scheming wasn’t terrifyingly deep; it was just words piled upon words.

To err is human.

Everyone has moments when they lose control of their emotions.

"Fine, you wait. Remember to applaud then."

The tone had calmed down, yet still blowing hot air with full strength.

Li Shuru’s smile didn’t cease, her cheeks as if brushed with rouge, more vividly beautiful.

"Is the mouth the hardest part of a man’s body?"

"Don’t say you weren’t warned."

Perhaps realizing he had boasted too much, Jiang Chen left a fierce-sounding soft line and grabbed the blanket to lie down to sleep.

Li Shuru leaned closer, lying beside him, her voice soft as a whisper, breath like orchid, "Is it really just your mouth that’s hard?"

Boss Jiang certainly understood such playful intimacy between couples, but at this moment it was better to pretend not to understand.

"Whether it’s hard, you’ll know in time."

He turned over, leaving his back to Li Shuru, meaning clearly—do not disturb.

My goodness.

When it rains, it pours.

So unappreciative, leaving opportunities for others.

"On that day, huh."

"..."

Jiang Chen couldn’t hold back, burst into laughter.

"Where’s your modesty!"

"Aren’t you the one who wants a kid?"

Modesty is left under the bed, not on it.

"Another day."

Jiang Chen spoke with a double meaning, his composure admirable, not at all inferior to Wu Guangjiang, even surpassing him.

"You didn’t happen to at Qinyuan..."

Li Shuru reasonably suspected, hearing this, someone nearly did a "carp jump," sat up suddenly from being startled, but the motion was too large, "ouch" he cried.

Li Shuru was surprised, noticing he seemed genuinely hurt, frowned, and seriously asked, "Where exactly are you uncomfortable?"

Mr. Jiang hung his head, saying nothing.

"Speak up."

Li Shuru was anxious.

"Actually, it’s nothing serious."

"Wow—"

Li Shuru suddenly lifted the blanket completely, scanning his body but found no marks.

"Where exactly?"

Indeed.

Before the closest person, is there a need to care about face?

Jiang Chen smiled bitterly, sighed softly, then pointed to his waist, more accurately below the waist.

"Lay down."

Li Shuru immediately commanded, forcibly turning Jiang Chen over, making him lie on the bed.

"Did you really fight with her?!"

Seeing a few faint yet clear red marks in sight, Li Shuru exclaimed.

"Did you think I was making up stories with you?"

Jiang Chen lay on the bed, completely flat.

No shame.

A real man can be humbled and assert himself.

A moment of humility is but a trifling matter.

"Were these marks made by her?"

"Mm."

"With what? A whip?"

"Belt."

Li Shuru was at a loss for words, looking at his quite round bottom, suddenly felt like laughing.

No wonder this guy gritted his teeth earlier.

"You idiot, why bother with her, just admit the mistake."

"I admitted it, but it was useless."

Li Shuru couldn’t hold back, laughed silently, luckily someone was lying down not seeing it.

"She’s the most unreasonable woman I’ve ever met; there couldn’t be anyone more unreasonable."

Someone muttered as if a child complained after being teased outside.

"Did you retaliate?"

"Of course, what else? Wait till she beats me dead?"

"Slap."

After carefully checking his injuries, Li Shuru slapped his bottom, revenge for the earlier slap,

Someone cried "ouch" again.

"You should be content. She surely went easy; otherwise, your bottom would have been a total mess."

"Which side are you on, anyway, speaking for others?"

Jiang Chen, dissatisfied, climbed up.

"In middle school, I had a male classmate whose parent was particularly hot-tempered; once he was called to school for extorting money from junior students, his dad pulled out a belt right in the teacher’s office, wouldn’t stop despite the teacher’s attempt to block him. Then the kid was directly taken away by an ambulance, didn’t come to school for a week."

"..."

Alright.

It was indeed true.

Clearly, she went easy, otherwise, according to physics laws, the belt would have been broken, what would happen to the person?

Could human skin be tougher than crocodile skin?

The belt broke because it was hitting the fixtures in the suite; Jiang Chen was well aware of this.

But.

What does that matter?

Though it was a minor warning, it left traces of physical damage weren’t significant, but gravely affronted his dignity!

"Today’s humiliation, I will repay her a hundredfold another day!"

He was bragging again.

Li Shuru found it funny and dropped the idea of having kids, glanced at his inconvenient bottom, as if showing mercy, casually yawned, pulling up the blanket again.

"Sleep. In dreams, anything can be realized."