I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping
Chapter 219 Damn!

Chapter 219: 219 Damn!

The contract was stored in a leather pouch.

When Jiang Chen took it down, Zheng Jingjing, who was waiting under the men’s dormitory building with Li Shuru, stared at it as if magnetically attracted, her eyes glued to it.

It seemed light and breezy, but the contents inside were worth over a hundred million!

Even more expensive than that shattered blood diamond!

"Here."

Jiang Chen handed it to Li Shuru.

"Jiang Chen, I’m sort of the matchmaker for you and Shu Rui, right?"

Zheng Jingjing suddenly said.

Jiang Chen looked at her.

During this time, her role had actually been quite complicated, and even could be described as fickle—sometimes siding with him, yet at other times jumping to the opposite side.

However, fair is fair, Jiang Chen always remembered how she stood up for him at Liang Zhenlun’s birthday.

"What do you want to say?"

He asked with a meaningful look.

"You’re so rich, how about you also give me a house too?"

Zheng Jingjing wasn’t shy about making the request, but she seemed to feel slightly embarrassed and quickly added, "I’m not asking for much, just enough for one toilet in Shu Rui’s villa."

That girl still knew the difference between close and distant relations.

Before Jiang Chen could reply, Li Shuru spoke up, "No need to make it so complicated, when the time comes, just pick whatever toilet you want to live in."

Jiang Chen laughed loudly.

"Oh my, women really do grow up and become unfilial. Shu Rui, how come you’re already starting to elbow me out!"

Zheng Jingjing pushed her in mock dissatisfaction.

"Alright, you go back first."

"What about you two?"

"The apartment I rented outside is going to be returned soon; I need to clean it up a bit," Li Shuru explained.

"Oh."

Zheng Jingjing nodded, understandingly not even bothering to offer the polite offer of help.

Why be the third wheel when the couple is enjoying their romance?

After picking up the car at the school gate, Li Shuru drove Jiang Chen to the rental where she started her live streaming career.

The house wasn’t bad, at least it was much better than the dorm environment, but compared to the villa at Spring and Autumn Plaza, it was the difference between fireflies and the bright moon.

Jiang Chen had never been to the girls’ dormitories, but he was still somewhat shocked to see the wardrobe in the bedroom packed full of clothes.

All styles were available.

Of course, he didn’t see some of the more adult-only items. Although Li Shuru wasn’t shy, she clearly didn’t go as far as some female live streamers who, for the sake of viewership, would stop at nothing, opting at most to show off her legs during her streams, unlike some who would go to great lengths.

"Help me pack these up,"

Li Shuru said, truly not treating him as an outsider, as she brought over a storage box.

Jiang Chen helped to organize the clothes, during which he even found many unopened pairs of stockings.

Among them,

there were even two from Balenciaga.

Seeing the packaging, Jiang Chen thought of that thrilling night, when the wealthy miss, bound and disheveled on a construction site, dirt on her face and clothes in tatters.

"What’s wrong?"

"Nothing,"

Jiang Chen came back to his senses and put the stockings down.

"I really don’t know why you men like this kind of thing so much,"

Li Shuru asked, "Do you want me to try them on for you to see?"

Jiang Chen involuntarily looked at her legs beneath the fringed long dress and couldn’t help but recall Shi Qianxi wearing Balenciaga in that manner.

He wondered what Li Shuru would look like if she wore them.

"Haha, I don’t have that kind of fetish,"

He chuckled dryly.

Li Shuru’s clothes and shoes filled three storage boxes in total. By the time they finished cleaning, it was already dark outside.

"I ordered takeout; it should be arriving soon. Remember to open the door for them; I’m going to take a shower," said Li Shuru, who loves cleanliness and can’t stand even a trace of sweat.

Jiang Chen waited in the living room for the takeout, unpacking it, and just as Li Shuru, fresh from her shower, came out.

"Time for dinner."

Li Shuru walked over.

Hearing the sound of her high heels, Jiang Chen instinctively turned his head and immediately his gaze sharpened.

Li Shuru had changed into a little white skirt, her feet adorned with a pair of sequined white gold high heels. She wore a tight top covered by a lace chiffon jacket, and most crucially, her long beautiful legs were actually sheathed in a pair of Balenciagas—somehow, even sexier and more eye-catching than when he had encountered her at KIMI!

Again?!

Jiang Chen, who had once fallen for this trap, felt his breath catch. Even though he had seen her dressed and undressed, even soaked wet and seductive, he still couldn’t help but feel his body heat up at the sight.

"Do I look good?"

Was this how all girls behaved?

At any rate, Li Shuru seemed like the typical iceberg beauty—distant and cold in public, utterly alluring in private, enough to make even the most devout monk chant Amitabha.

Jiang Chen knew she was deliberately tempting him. Remembering his hasty exit the last time, his embarrassment turned into annoyance. He didn’t flinch but boldly looked her up and down before delivering his verdict in all seriousness.

"My evaluation is, you’re not as good as Shi Qianxi."

"What?"

Li Shuru didn’t quite understand.

Jiang Chen cleared his throat and didn’t dare repeat himself, pulling out a chair to sit down.

"Let’s eat."

Li Shuru had even ordered two bottles of beer.

"I’m staying here tonight, not going back to school."

She spoke while eating.

In the war between men and women, if one side yielded, the other would take an inch and push for a mile.

Jiang Chen understood she must be laughing at him in her mind.

"Okay."

He nodded nonchalantly and popped open a can of beer.

"Have a drink."

Li Shuru glanced at him while still calmly eating her meal, "I won’t drink; it’s for you."

Jiang Chen didn’t insist, seemingly determined to get himself drunk, and single-handedly finished off two 500ml cans of ice-cold beer.

His alcohol tolerance wasn’t that great, but two cans weren’t enough to knock him out either. However, there’s a saying: "It’s not the wine that intoxicates, but the drinker himself."

With a beauty like Li Shuru right in front of him, exuding temptation with every move, who wouldn’t be confused?

A bit dazed, Jiang Chen wanted to see what she would do next. But after Li Shuru finished eating and put down her chopsticks, she dropped a bombshell: "I haven’t streamed for several days. You take a rest; I’m going to livestream for a while."

Livestream at this time?

In that outfit?

Not sure if it was because he had been holding back for too long or because of the alcohol, Jiang Chen’s head heated up, and he suddenly grabbed Li Shuru’s wrist.

"What are you doing?"

Pulled back, Li Shuru turned around with a look of surprise.

A true master of her art.

Jiang Chen’s breath was heavy.

If he didn’t start showing some manly confidence, she would no doubt become even bolder in the future.

Without a word, he pushed Li Shuru down onto the sofa with rough movements. She let out a startled cry, and one of her high heels fell off.

"Don’t..."

She was indeed a girl from the Art Institute, truly tasteful.

Jiang Chen pressed on heedlessly.

"The tiger doesn’t show his might, and you think I’m HelloKitty."

"Don’t, really, no..."

Li Shuru kept pushing him away, her acting skills impeccable.

Jiang Chen grabbed her wrists, "It’s too late for regrets now."

"Calm down..."

Li Shuru’s face blushed red—unsure if she was angry or trying to hold back laughter.

Jiang Chen grew even more agitated; after all, this wasn’t his first rodeo.

"Rip!"

The sound of silk tearing was heard.

Yet another Balenciaga had fulfilled its historical mission.

But soon after, the domineering Jiang Chen suddenly straightened up, staring in disbelief at the girl lying on the couch with her hair disheveled and her face flushed, his gaze vacant.

"Haha, hahaha..."

She couldn’t help it anymore, finally abandoning her goddess facade and rolling on the sofa, laughing so hard that tears streamed down her face.

"Damn!"

Jiang Chen’s eye twitched as he felt a substantial barrier. He finally understood why she hadn’t drunk any beer.