I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping
Chapter 1140 - 789 Meow~ (Requesting monthly votes!)

Chapter 1140: 789 Meow~ (Requesting monthly votes!)

The light above gathered into a river.

After strolling around, or rather, "consolidating" some feelings, Jiang Chen and Jin Se returned to the farm.

Sui Huimin had already left.

"Aunt Lan, I’m leaving now."

After greeting Lan Peizhi, Jin Se casually took Jiang Chen’s car keys.

With his car taken, comrade Jiang Chen had no choice but to join Lan Peizhi in her proud Great White Shark vehicle.

"If you find it tough, don’t push yourself, it’s okay to refuse."

Lan Peizhi spoke softly.

With a driver around, there was naturally no need for Jiang Chen to take over; he shook his head and said, "Actually, such a business shouldn’t cost too much money, right?"

Unlike commercial warfare, such projects might not require high initial investments, but they are persistent and could potentially become more and more costly.

Commercial wars have clear wins and losses, but this kind of project is different.

And the pause button isn’t even in one’s own hands.

Even as an investing financier, Jiang Chen clearly couldn’t enjoy the rights of a client.

Listening to Jiang Chen’s "wealthy and carefree" tone, Lan Peizhi turned her head and then made a laughable statement.

"Still rich after all."

Jiang Chen couldn’t help but smile, then said, "Jin Se told me that doing great things requires vision. I think it makes sense. The road is under my feet, and also in the distance. If one only cares about where they’re standing, they surely can’t go far. I have no reason to refuse this deal; otherwise, it would be a disservice to your kindness."

As he spoke, Jiang Chen held the car door to prevent being kicked out like that time in Haojiang.

But times have changed.

From then to now, their relationship had undoubtedly gotten closer.

"If he hadn’t wanted to see you himself, no one else’s words would have mattered."

Jiang Chen was obviously being overly suspicious.

Lan Peizhi made no movement, indicating it wasn’t her doing.

"He’s flattered."

After reassuring himself a little, Jiang Chen still held the car door just in case, then turned his head and casually asked, "Are you very close to him?"

This question was pretty much pointless.

The introduction awaited from Lan Peizhi, but instead, she looked at him and countered, "What are you trying to imply?"

The targets of successful strategies so far—

Li Shuru, we won’t mention.

Pei Yunxi also "volunteered to share a pillow."

Of course.

Such things, Jiang Chen would never dare relate to this person, but the favorability rating couldn’t be faked.

He clearly felt an inexplicable and subtle change in her after completing the mission.

Comrade Jiang Chen had never been a timid man, otherwise he wouldn’t have risked his life to grab Li Shuru’s hand on the cliffside trails of Paradise Mountain, nor would he have recklessly rode with Liao Xiangdong for thousands of miles upon learning that Pei Yunxi had been "kidnapped" by Young Master.

Of course.

One might say it was for money.

But even for money, how many would dare to engage in an adventure akin to dancing at the gates of Yanwangdian?

As the saying goes,

Even if RMB smells sweet, one must be alive to spend it.

Thus, the safest path was actually to give up after the third mission, when Lan Peizhi became the target.

After all, the wealth he collected from completing tasks for Li Shuru and Pei Yunxi was enough for him to live lavishly for a lifetime.

But he didn’t stop when he should have.

Because inherently, he loved to pursue challenges.

This was evident from initially pursuing Ai Qian.

Those who love challenges never lack courage.

So after considering it again and again, Jiang Chen still quietly, yet audaciously, asked, "Does he... have feelings for you?"

His use of "feelings" was already quite subtle, but Jiang Chen was still prepared to "experience flight" once again.

Lan Peizhi’s pupils visibly contracted.

It was unclear whether it was a sign of an onset of something, or astonishment at his audacity.

Jiang Chen held his breath and adjusted his posture.

Outside was a rice field, softer at least compared to last time on the streets of Haojiang.

Silence filled the 7-seater Great White Shark.

The driver was surely no ordinary person, likely a disciplined martial artist, controlling his breathing very well, almost inaudibly.

An oppressive atmosphere was present, but the storm did not come; Lan Peizhi’s expression gradually returned to normal.

"What do you think?"

Evidently, comrade Jiang Chen, seeking the thrill of dancing on the edge, did not respond directly but pondered seriously for a moment before answering solemnly, "If it were me, I would definitely have feelings for you."

As the saying goes, between men and women, there is no such thing as pure friendship.

It is unrelated to status.

As long as one is human, emotions and desires are inevitable.

Furthermore, setting aside the label of Blood Guanyin, Lan Peizhi is essentially a woman, and a remarkably beautiful one at that.

Moreover, the so-called intimidating aura of "Blood Guanyin" might not deter him; rather, it could even act as an enchanting halo.

Jiang Chen’s remark was undeniably bold, which is also why he didn’t ask this in front of Jin Se.

After all, Jin Se’s favorability rating towards him was only 78.

And he had already completed his task regarding Lan Peizhi.

Faced with Jiang Chen’s implicit yet explicit words, Lan Peizhi did not respond or react.

Perhaps she wasn’t mentally prepared, so she was somewhat at a loss for a moment?

Yes.

Who would dare to explore such topics in front of her?

"I think Mr. Sun, whom we met last time, might be more suitable."

As if obliviously, Jiang Chen continued to speak.

It sounded like a sincere suggestion.

If I really had to choose.

Sun Mangong.

Sui Huimin,

Between the two, the former undoubtedly matches Lan Peizhi better in terms of identity or stylistic characteristics.

Lan Peizhi closed those daunting eyes that many dare not look directly into, not knowing whether she was controlling the surging emotions within.

It took a while before she lightly opened her lips and uttered two words.

"Superficial."

Jiang Chen fell silent, deeming today an auspicious day for funerals, tilting his head and asking again, "How old are you this year?"

It’s somewhat comical.

Despite knowing each other for so long and experiencing so many trials and tribulations together, he still hadn’t figured out her exact age until now.

Not sure if it’s an illusion, Lan Peizhi’s graceful chest heaved suddenly.

Her figure wasn’t as tall and slender as her junior sister, Tanki Liuli, yet her proportions were flawless, making her graceful chest seem just right—any more would look plump; any less would look harsh, almost perfect.

Educated and erudite, Jiang Chen was not an indecent man; he didn’t ogle but merely gazed at that face with its prolonged charm.

Sometimes.

You truly can’t blame those leaders for not sticking to their principles.

Facing such a woman, how many could resist crossing their own boundaries?

It’s not due to lack of discipline, but rather the enchantment is too powerful.

Lan Peizhi opened her eyes.

Fortunately, Jiang Chen was a gentleman, observing the rule of not staring without propriety, otherwise even if his favorability rating had reached the mission’s completion requirement, he’d probably still not avoid a beating.

Lan Peizhi looked at him, and her response was intriguing.

"How old do you think I am?"

Jiang Chen has visited her humble Sichuan and Shu village, seen her parents, and that mischievous younger brother, Martial Saint.

From the ages of these family members, one could roughly guess.

Definitely not over forty.

Well.

That estimate makes sense.

"Thirty-five."

Jiang Chen displayed a reckless spirit, his response cool and collected,

Lan Peizhi squinted her eyes, her lips curving in a heart-fluttering smile,

"Guess again."

Jiang Chen remained composed, tentatively said: "Thirty-three?"

Lan Peizhi didn’t speak, only narrowed her eyes even more.

"Is it too high or too low?"

His words barely dropped when suddenly a strong pull made him involuntarily go closer.

Their faces nearly an inch apart.

Lan Peizhi’s emotions were certainly not calm at such close distance; one could distinctly sense her breathing erratic, her warm breath hitting Jiang Chen’s face.

Jiang Chen’s heart skipped a beat, staring at the face so close by, unsure whether out of fright.

"With so many women around you, you must understand women quite well."

Lan Peizhi had one hand clutching his shirt, and with the words, her breath became more intense on Jiang Chen’s face, distinct from the Taoist nun sister’s.

The Taoist nun sister only made one feel a sacred inviolability,

But now...

"Can’t you even discern a woman’s age?"

Jiang Chen’s mind went blank, staring at the face, those unusually intense eyes, those crimson lips; he felt almost sense-deprived, as if he could no longer hear any sound.

The world seemed to freeze.

At that moment.

"Meow~"

A black shadow darted across the road in front of the car,

A wild cat in the fields, perfectly ordinary.

But this unexpected cat caused the driver to subconsciously hit the brakes.

The break wasn’t sharp.

But still affected the passengers.

If they had been properly seated, all would be well, but crucially—

Already just inches apart, the sudden brake made their faces uncontrollably shake.

Thus, the gap between the two faces entirely vanished.

Their faces pressed together.

Jiang Chen still appeared dazed and oblivious.

But Lan Peizhi’s pupils dilated sharply.

Be it the Blood Guanyin.

From scientific observation, most women instinctively close their eyes when kissing.

"Meow~"

The cat had jumped away, leaping into the roadside field, vanishing in a blink.

The Proud Great White Shark resumed normal travel.

Of course, the driver wouldn’t and didn’t dare peek at what was happening behind.

They stared eye to eye.

Their noses almost touching.

Seeing those pupils slowly shrinking, the awakening Jiang Chen, who had once refused Pei Yunxi’s advances, drew back first.

It proved.

The crimson of Lan Peizhi’s lips was natural.

Since Jiang Chen’s mouth was quite clean, at most, slightly moist.

Suppressing the shock, taking advantage of her likely disoriented state, ever magnanimous Jiang Chen righteously began chastising the driver.

"Where did you learn to drive?! Do you even know how to drive!"