I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping

Chapter 2413 - 1527: When Pretend Becomes Real

Jiang Chen really didn’t drink too much.

Especially when he stood in the bathroom, drenched with cold water, a shudder made his mind even clearer.

Oops.

Forgot to fix the hot water heater.

Tonight’s temperature was slightly lower than last night, and with the baijiu he drank, he wasn’t sure if he’d catch a cold from the cold water stimulation.

How about.

Boil some hot water with a kettle and use it for a quick shower?

It would just take a little extra time.

So said, so done.

Jiang Chen dried himself off, put on his underwear again, walked out of the bathroom to boil water, and heard a noise at the door.

"Knock, knock, knock..."

He was a bit surprised, quickly threw on a robe, and went over to open the door.

"My mom made you Hangover Soup."

Jiang Chen realized and smiled, "Is Uncle Fang feeling better?"

"He’s awake."

Fang Qing walked into the room, "Drink it while it’s hot."

Jiang Chen closed the door. He didn’t need to sober up, but the soup was heartwarming, especially after getting cold, it’s necessary to drink something warm.

"Having Uncle Fang and Aunt Pan around is really a blessing."

He walked back, took the soup, "Sit down."

"Have you showered?"

Fang Qing looked at his "messy" attire, his robe buttons were misaligned.

"No. The water heater’s broken."

"You took a cold shower? Impressive."

"Tried it. Couldn’t handle it, so I’m planning to boil some water."

Jiang Chen lowered his head to drink the Hangover Soup.

"That’s too troublesome. Just come to my place to shower."

Jiang Chen hesitated, looked up, suspicious.

"What’s up? Got a problem?"

"... Isn’t it inconvenient?"

"What’s inconvenient about it? Didn’t you almost sleep in my room last night?"

Women and petty people are hard to deal with.

He had teased her yesterday, and she still held a grudge.

"Yesterday was yesterday, Uncle Fang and the others were asleep then, but now they probably haven’t gone to bed yet."

"It’s no matter, today you’ve become my boyfriend."

Looking at that gentle and graceful face, Jiang Chen realized she wasn’t here to kindly deliver soup, but for revenge.

He grinned.

"The act’s over."

"Who says it’s over? No one informed me."

"..."

Jiang Chen paused, then immediately clarified, "If you want to settle the score, go find Uncle Fang, it’s got nothing to do with me, he was the director."

Someone’s thinking was quite clear, not at all affected by alcohol.

"So you don’t blame him?"

Jiang Chen was surprised, "Blame who? Uncle Fang? Why would I blame him?"

"You mean this act?"

"Uncle Fang didn’t want me to be embarrassed in front of relatives, that’s all."

"What about me then."

Fang Qing suddenly said.

"You what?"

Jiang Chen was puzzled.

"If you don’t want to be embarrassed, then who’s responsible for me?"

"..."

Jiang Chen was speechless.

Indeed.

To put it mildly, it was a farce; but seriously, it could damage Fang Qing’s reputation.

The Hong Family certainly wouldn’t spread rumors, but who could guarantee Zhang Zhongquan would keep his mouth shut?

"You probably wouldn’t care either. Even if there are rumors about you dating, at most you could just announce a breakup later."

Jiang Chen quickly came up with a plan.

"All the benefits for you, right?"

Fang Qing said calmly.

Jiang Chen laughed awkwardly, realizing his words were somewhat selfish, and quickly played the emotional card, "Qing Gege, I know you’ve been wronged, but what’s our relationship, huh? Just see it as taking one for the team."

Fang Qing nodded.

Those words sounded much more pleasing than the ones before.

"So when will you take one for me?"

She asked.

Jiang Chen’s expression suddenly changed, becoming serious and solemn.

"Look at you talking like that, just say the word, I’ll go through fire and water."

"Really?"

"Really."

Jiang Chen didn’t hesitate, "Even if it costs my life."

If he hadn’t unnecessarily added more, it might have been more sincere, but this exaggerated performance, surprisingly, seemed to fool Fang Qing.

"How will you handle Zhang Zhongquan’s matter?"

Could it be that the smarter a person is, the easier they are to fool?

"You decide."

"He’s your uncle, not mine."

Fang Qing finally didn’t hold back.

Right.

Everything was dumped on her.

As if he was the relative.

Jiang Chen took a sip of soup, "You don’t need to get involved personally, it’s not that complicated, just have a few people from the legal department handle it."

Tsk.

He does care about others.

Why use a sledgehammer to crack a nut?

This trivial matter really doesn’t need to bother Qing Mei.

"Then to what extent do you want to pursue this case?"

Jiang Chen laughed.

"Just business as usual. Treat him as an ordinary client."

In the end.

He added a bit more, returning the words as they were.

"He’s not your uncle, anyway."

Come on.

Isn’t that asking for a punch?

Only Fang Qing’s good nature kept her from hitting him; anyone else would probably have smacked him.

"Why isn’t he my uncle? Aren’t you my boyfriend?"

See.

Isn’t that self-inflicted?

Jiang Chen shut up, lowered his head to drink the soup, finished it in one breath, and then handed the bowl back to Fang Qing.

"It’s getting late, rest early."

Fang Qing stood up, paused for a moment before leaving.

"Aren’t you really going to take a shower?"

Jiang Chen forced a laugh.

"You really think I don’t dare? You know, when I’m pushed to the limit, I’ll do anything."

"Is that so."

Compared to last night, Fang Qing was much more composed tonight.

There was no need for her to be nervous.

After all, this guy was her dad’s personally appointed boyfriend tonight.

"Then go on, then."

"..."

Someone, caught in an awkward position, sat on the aging wooden sofa, their face turning from blue to white.

Would he dare?

Of course not.

Just boasting.

That’s how life is; others always bet on your weaknesses, once you decide to go all out, the opponent might give up first.

"I’ve already boiled the water, next time."

Jiang Chen forced a brave face, promising there’d definitely be a next time.

Fang Qing, with an air of superiority, holding the empty bowl, let out a small, clear laugh.

Face totally lost!

But she didn’t hit him over the head; as a legal worker, she undoubtedly knew the bounds. Having regained some ground, Fang Qing was just about to turn and leave, but someone suddenly called out.

"Wait a sec."

Fang Qing instinctively turned back.

And then.

She saw someone raise their hand, making a grasping motion in the air, extremely... indecent!

"Good night, Qing Qing."

Fang Qing was stunned, and then suddenly, for reasons she couldn’t fathom, her face flushed with color, so radiant and beautiful, even the night couldn’t hide it.

Some things I don’t say, Earth Temple, don’t think I forgot.

It seems both of their memories are outstanding and well-matched.

"Disgusting! Shameless! Obscene! Filthy!"

Heaven help us.

It seemed Fang Qing had exhausted her entire vocabulary of curses and still wasn’t satisfied, looking ready to throw the bowl.

"Hitting someone is illegal, you’re a legal worker, you can’t knowingly break the law!"

Jiang Chen hurried to remind.

"Pervert!"

Alright.

A new word came to mind, proving people’s potential is indeed forced out, Fang Qing gritting her teeth turned to leave, still not throwing out the bowl, heading out of the Jiang Family’s house.

"Bang!"

The dark silent staircase seemed to erupt with an earthquake.

The dust on the stairway walls shook off.

Especially that poor, ancient wooden door of the Jiang Family, nearly about to retire for good.

Naturally, Mr. and Mrs. Fang, whispering to each other, heard the noise, looked surprised toward the door, only to see their daughter walk in with a flushed face, place the bowl on the dining table with a "snap", and without a word, head straight to her room.

"What happened?"

Pan Hui was puzzled.

Fang Weiguo furrowed his brows, deep in thought, then his face turned stern.

"That boy! Wouldn’t have taken advantage while drunk and made the act real, would he?!"