I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping
Chapter 731 - 565 Calligraphy_2

Chapter 731: 565 Calligraphy_2

The woman’s eyes showed surprise.

"I hope I haven’t disturbed your rest,"

Jiang Chen said with a smile.

"Not at all."

The woman with an ethereal quality hastily replied, then immediately opened the door, "Please come in, Mr. Jiang."

Jiang Chen entered the house with ease.

Tsk.

Luo Peng really did spare no expense.

Indeed.

The one who answered the door was the Oiran of Qin Garden, Xia Wanqing.

This was a 150-square-meter luxury apartment in a bustling district with convenient transportation. The rent must be an impressive sum.

That’s right.

It’s indeed improper to have a girl living with a bunch of grown men.

"Is Luo Peng here?"

"At this hour, how could Mr. Luo be here?"

Xia Wanqing responded with ease as she fetched Jiang Chen a pair of slippers.

Jiang Chen smiled meaningfully but didn’t continue to tease. He put on the slippers and walked into the living room.

"Mr. Jiang!"

At the tea station, a woman hurriedly stood up upon seeing Jiang Chen enter. Dressed in cartoon pajamas with her hair casually tied up, she was unadorned but her natural beauty didn’t lose to the Oiran purchased for seventy million—not one bit.

If it were just Xia Wanqing late at night, Jiang Chen certainly wouldn’t have come.

His purpose for coming here was Kim Joohyun, the new generation Korean beauty he "abducted" from Seoul, who had narrowly escaped a vile fate.

He had Kim Joohyun return to her country alone and left her with Luo Peng, who didn’t know how to settle her in, so he simply rented an apartment for Xia Wanqing to live with her.

When facing Jiang Chen, Luo Peng had a ready answer, saying he wouldn’t have gone to such expense were it not for Kim Joohyun.

"Still having tea so late?"

Jiang Chen walked over with a smile.

"Miss Xia is teaching me how to make tea."

A teakettle was on the tea station, with wisps of steam drifting from the spout.

The two women seemed to enjoy their leisure.

Next to the tea station, there was also a guqin. It seemed even after leaving Qin Garden, Xia Wanqing hadn’t neglected her skills.

"Are you used to the tea?"

"Yes!"

Kim Joohyun nodded quickly. "Miss Xia makes very tasty tea. Mr. Jiang, would you like to try some?"

Jiang Chen nodded in agreement and sat down on the sofa.

Kim Joohyun began to prepare the tea. Given her previous workload, she shouldn’t have had much free time, but at this moment, she actually seemed quite skillful.

Only, kneeling while wearing a Pikachu cartoon pajama to serve tea, the scene looked somewhat incongruous, didn’t it?

"Mr. Jiang, here you go."

Kim Joohyun held out a cup of tea with both hands, offering it to Jiang Chen as if presenting a gift through flowers.

Xia Wanqing sat down quietly beside them.

As an Oiran from Qin Garden, how could she lack discernment?

Jiang Chen took it and under Kim Joohyun’s expectant gaze, he took a sip.

Added fragrance to his sleeves.

And there were two of them.

Let alone tea, even if it were poison, he would probably enjoy it as if it were ambrosia.

Jiang Chen exhaled contentedly and then like a master of tea ceremonies, he commented, "Biluochun."

Xia Wanqing remained silent,

but Kim Joohyun, after all, was Korean and not too familiar with the customs of Shenzhou. She turned her head to glance at Xia Wanqing, who had been preparing the tea set, and frankly corrected, "Miss Xia said this is Tieguanyin."

Jiang Chen’s face showed embarrassment.

Xia Wanqing covered her mouth and chuckled lightly, her behavior impeccably appropriate, which far from making the atmosphere awkward, made it more cheerful instead.

Jiang Chen gave a light cough and belatedly changed the subject, holding the tea cup, "How come your Chinese has improved so much?"

Indeed.

Compared to the time in Korea, Kim Joohyun’s Chinese had indeed become much more fluent.

"It’s Miss Xia who taught me. She’s taught me a lot, even how to play the guqin, but it’s too hard, and I still haven’t learned it," Kim Joohyun reported dutifully, responsive to every question.

It seemed the two women got along quite well.

That’s right.

Although Kim Joohyun was a Korean idol artist, Xia Wanqing was no ordinary person either; their interaction should be devoid of significant barriers.

Moreover, don’t forget Xia Wanqing’s previous profession, where dealing with people was her job. Getting along well with the homesick Kim Joohyun would be easy for her.

"Miss Kim has a great aptitude and is much more talented than I am," Xia Wanqing said with a gentle smile.

Jiang Chen took a sip of tea, "Haven’t you gone to the company?"

Luo Peng had previously arranged a receptionist job for the Oiran, which was amusing and bewildering.

"Mr. Luo gave me a break to take care of Miss Kim," he said.

"You keep saying ’Mr. Luo’; why so formal? There’s no outsider here."

Jiang Chen teased. He wasn’t one for gossip, but when it came to his good buddy’s love life, he couldn’t help but take an interest. He couldn’t resist asking, "Does Luo Peng come over often?"

"Mr. Luo is very busy with work..."

Xia Wanqing was poised as she spoke, but before she could finish, Kim Joohyun interjected, "Mr. Luo had lunch here this afternoon and didn’t leave until after seven o’clock."

Xia Wanqing’s voice faltered, and a hint of red colored her icy cheeks.

Jiang Chen smiled silently.

Even heroes have a hard time resisting the charm of a beautiful woman.

He sipped his tea leisurely and didn’t continue the topic. Being considerate, he changed the subject and asked Zhu Xun, "Are you getting used to living here?"

Having brought her from Korea, it was naturally his responsibility to make sure she was well, not to leave her alone without any inquiry.

So, he came by to check on her since he had time tonight.

"It’s very good,"

Kim Joohyun replied without hesitation, "I like it here a lot."

Jiang Chen nodded. He thought about asking if she felt idle but then remembered that Zhu Xun was busy learning Chinese, tea ceremonies, and the guqin, likely living a fulfilling daily life.

"Glad you like it. I was worried you might not adapt well."

"No worries. My life now is much easier than it used to be."

Easier.

This adjective.

Perhaps her grasp of Chinese wasn’t fluent enough yet,

Zhu Xun shook her head and then asked Jiang Chen with concern, "Mr. Jiang, have you finished dealing with your things in Korea?"

"Yeah. I just got back and came to see you," he said with a smile as he passed her a tea cup, "Another cup, please."

Zhu Xun brewed another cup of tea for him.

"Rest a little longer and learn Chinese well with Miss Xia. To make it in Shenzhou, you first need to have a solid foundation in the language. I’ll have someone draw up a detailed plan for you."

It wasn’t a stalling tactic; Jiang Chen actually had a clear direction in mind for Zhu Xun’s future.

Zhu Xun excelled in music and was also strong in dance. Coupled with her outstanding beauty, getting on a few variety shows to become popular in the country was not a hard task at all.

"I will work hard!"

Zhu Xun declared firmly and earnestly.

"Then I’ll count on you." Jiang Chen turned to look at Wan Qing.

"Mr. Jiang, you flatter me. It’s no trouble at all,"

Wan Qing remained as gentle as ever. No wonder she could make a playboy like Luo Peng so infatuated.

"Alright, I won’t disturb your rest anymore."

After several cups of tea, Jiang Chen set his cup down and announced his departure.

"Won’t you stay and rest, Mr. Jiang?"

Just as Jiang Chen stood up, Wan Qing seemed to ask casually.

Jiang Chen looked at her and smiled wryly.

Women often have their little moods, it seems.

He had teased Luo Peng earlier, and now she was evidently returning the favor.

"You both should rest early."

Jiang Chen headed towards the exit, stopping any intention of the two women to see him out.

"Bang."

The sound of the door closing came from the entrance.

Zhu Xun, in her cartoon pajamas which still couldn’t hide her exceptional beauty, lay in bed with a mixture of contentment and an almost imperceptible sense of loss.

"Why not ask Mr. Jiang to stay?"

Wan Qing asked softly.

Now it was Zhu Xun’s turn to blush, stammering, as if unsure of what to say. It took her a while to squeeze out, "Mr. Jiang and I aren’t in that kind of relationship."

Wan Qing looked at that perfect face which even she found faultless.

"How’s your calligraphy coming along?"

She had forgotten to mention to Jiang Chen earlier that, among the lessons Zhu Xun had been taking in East Sea, calligraphy was one of them.

But at that question, Zhu Xun, already blushing, felt even hotter. Instead of answering, she said, "I’m going to bed now, good night," and then dashed into her room.

"Bang."

The bedroom door closed.

Zhu Xun covered her face and flopped onto the bed.

On the desk,

rice paper lay flat.

It was covered with small, dense Chinese characters.

If one looked carefully, they would notice that the writing on the rice paper was all the same two characters,

evolving from crooked to gradually becoming more rounded and smooth.

It was fortunate that Jiang Chen hadn’t entered the room to look around just now.