I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping
Chapter 998 - 712 Belly Cover_2

Chapter 998: 712 Belly Cover_2

This probably wasn’t shyness, more like embarrassment due to the other party having no shame.

Jiang Chen, without a change in expression, naturally asked, "Miss Cao, have you ever been in love?"

"What business is it of yours?"

"It’s not my business, but can’t I ask anyway?"

Jiang Chen logically replied.

Seeing the man being serious without any sign of embarrassment, Cao Jinse was once again at a loss for words.

It should be said that in her whole life, no one had ever chatted with her in this way.

"I have nothing to say."

Caught in an unfamiliar passive situation, Cao Jinse showed emotion for the first time.

Jiang Chen shrugged his shoulders, knowing when to stop, "Cheers."

But the other party was unappreciative, simply ignoring him.

Watching Cao Jinse help herself to a drink, Jiang Chen secretly laughed, took a sip of wine, and felt emotional, thinking that even the most dazzling woman is actually a mortal with desires and emotions, capable of sulking, getting angry, feeling embarrassed, and blushing...

Li Shuru was like this.

Pei Yunxi was like this.

Lan Peizhi was like that.

The same was true for Cao Jinse, who could make a bold and aggressive young master flee.

Mostly men were just dazzled by the radiant halos surrounding them, feeling inferior and prostrating before them, thus treating them as gods and forgetting that they were also human.

If you willingly kneel, how can you expect them to favor you?

Only by maintaining eye-level can you possibly catch their attention.

In this regard, the current Jiang Chen was undoubtedly doing very well; no matter what women he faced, he didn’t subjectively mythologize them, but treated them as living beings, as equals.

The remaining drinks could be consumed, but the leftover fruit platter was definitely not edible anymore.

Jiang Chen had the waiter bring some snacks in.

"About these items, are you paying or am I?"

Jiang Chen was momentarily taken aback, then generously said, "They’re on the house."

It seemed only then did Cao Jinse relax, picking up a fork to skewer a piece of spicy cheese.

At that moment.

The ringtone of a cell phone chimed.

Jiang Chen knew it wasn’t his.

Cao Jinse took out her phone, glanced at the caller ID, didn’t answer, and placed the phone on the coffee table.

It wasn’t an act of snooping, just a subconscious glance, and Jiang Chen saw the screen.

Song Chao Ge.

Of course, he wouldn’t ask more. Since Cao Jinse didn’t answer, he pretended he hadn’t seen.

The phone quieted down.

And didn’t ring again.

Looking around.

It seemed that the more accomplished the man, the better they understand the nuances of advance and retreat.

"The snacks here taste pretty good."

"Of course, they’re all prepared by Michelin-starred chefs."

"You really don’t modest at all."

"Having to be dishonestly courteous with everyone, back and forth, would be so exhausting."

Speech is a profound art.

Unintentionally, Jiang Chen had closed the distance between him and Cao Jinse.

"Makes sense."

Cao Jinse smiled slightly, the previous slight displeasure seemingly dissipated into nothing.

"If you haven’t drunk in a long time, then drink less, be careful not to get drunk."

"Don’t you have guest rooms here?"

"Those are only for backup and also require payment."

"..."

Cao Jinse shook her head.

"Doing business with someone like you, you definitely can’t expect to get a good deal. I’m now a bit hesitant about whether I should collaborate with you to expand the scale of the ’Firefly’."

"Besides me, who else could you find that’s more suitable as a big sucker?"

Jiang Chen sighed, "If I don’t save a bit in other areas, how am I to afford being that sucker? I’m not running a bank."

"Don’t sound so pitiful. Once your casino opens, there’ll be practically no difference between you and a banker."

Jiang Chen promptly corrected, "That’s not the right calculation, I’ve invested massive costs."

Cao Jinse, as if she didn’t hear, continued on her own, "The casino’s earning capacity is so strong, you really should contribute something, consider it modern-day wealth distribution."

Jiang Chen was at a loss for words.

"... I’m starting to regret this now."

"Your ex-girlfriend is still lying there, are you sure you want to regret it?"

Jiang Chen couldn’t help but laugh and cry, "Can you really force a sale?"

"As a new era entrepreneur, you must take up your responsibilities and mission. Besides, it’s not like I’m asking you to practice charity, I believe you’ll definitely receive the appropriate return in the near future."

Cao Jinse was decisive, "I’ll have someone draft a proposal and send it to you."

"It seems you didn’t come to drink today."

"You’re wrong, I really just came to drink."

Jiang Chen smiled, picked up his glass.

This time Cao Jinse did not ignore him and clinked glasses with him in the air.

"Cheers."

In the vast sea of people, it was not easy for two people to meet, let alone two like-minded individuals.

Cao Jinse was a very disciplined person; it was impossible for her to drink herself to incoherence. She was quite sober when she left, and Jiang Chen personally walked her to the door.

"I’ll arrange a car to take you back."

"Will it cost me?"

Jiang Chen laughed, "This time it’s free."

Cao Jinse declined his kindness, "Never mind, I’ll take the subway."

Jiang Chen was stunned.

Take the subway?

Wasn’t that a bit too grounded?

"I’m off."

Cao Jinse turned and left, heading toward the subway station.

Watching her figure fade into the distance, Jiang Chen couldn’t help but zone out.

If every person behaved like this, the world would probably be much more peaceful.

Cao Jinse’s figure had disappeared.

Jiang Chen retracted his gaze and walked back into Apang Palace.

The conflict in the VIP room did not affect the business, which was as bustling as ever.

Spending 1.5 billion to buy this place was definitely a good deal, of course, if such incidents as tonight could occur less often.

Jiang Chen returned to his rest room, intending to take a shower, but when he pushed open the bedroom door, he was stunned.

Duanmu Liuli, who had left earlier, was actually lying on his bed, it was unclear whether she was asleep or awake, but now she looked at him with a pair of crystal-clear eyes.

Jiang Chen wondered if he was seeing things.

Hadn’t he instructed the attendant to take her to rest?

How did she end up in his room?

Duanmu Liuli, fully dressed, sat up, confirming that he wasn’t seeing things.

Jiang Chen froze at the door, realizing a mix-up had occurred.

He had indeed directed the attendant to take Duanmu Liuli to rest, but it seems he forgot to specify which room.

The Taoist nun sister sat on the bed, calmly looking at him, her holy face and demeanor felt too sacred to profane, yet there seemed to be a teasing quality to it, provoking a blasphemous urge.

Of course.

Jiang Chen was a man of high morals, incapable of harboring evil thoughts.

And even if he thought about doing something wrong, what of it?

First, he’d have to be able to defeat her!

The precedent of Luo Han was still vivid in his memory.

Did Lan Peizhi really leave her with him, fully trusting his character?

"I came to get some clothes."

To avoid any misunderstanding and preempt any rash reactions, Jiang Chen gently coughed and gave an advance explanation.

Duanmu Liuli made no sound.

Jiang Chen then stepped in, grabbed a set of clothes; the room was filled with a fragrance he was gradually becoming accustomed to.

Kicking her out now would certainly be inappropriate, so he had to change rooms instead.

"Get some rest early."

Having said that, Jiang Chen took his clothes and walked out, stopping at the bedroom door.

"You’d better take off your coat, sleeping in clothes can make you catch a cold the next day."

Heaven be merciful.

He was purely offering a friendly reminder, nothing more.

With that, he walked out and closed the door.

The wordless Duanmu Liuli lay back down, covering herself well with the blanket. Perhaps swayed by Jiang Chen’s "advice" or feeling genuinely uncomfortable, she rustled under the sheets, pulling out a woolen jacket and a pair of jeans.

Duanmu Liuli sat up, her silky hair cascading down her smooth shoulders. In the light, her skin was as finely sculpted as ice, a thin string wrapped around her upright back tying a milk-white bellyband around her.

Unlike the elaborate designs of modern women’s lingerie, the bellyband bore no patterns or decorations, extremely simple. Yet the visual contrast it formed with her dark hair was enough to stir anyone’s soul!

She neatly folded her clothes, placed them on the bedside table, then lay back down, clutching the blanket obediently.

The air seemed even more fragrant now.