I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping

Chapter 2267 - 1442: The Boss Lady (Part 2)

Boss Jiang has been very busy these days, ever since he returned from Jiuding Group empty-handed, he hasn’t stopped.

Since reality is already so bleak, he can’t let his mindset collapse.

Think about the past.

Even the terrifying college entrance exam wasn’t insurmountable.

Moreover.

It’s not truly a dead end yet.

Li Shuru is still in East Sea holding her ground, isn’t she?

Hmm.

Thinking this way, it makes one feel much more relaxed.

As a person, you must know how to bloom in the valley and gaze at the moon in the sea.

The phone vibrated.

Jiang Chen glanced at the central control display and noticed it was a call from Wan Wenya. His left hand resting on the car window lowered, and he pressed the call button on the steering wheel.

"Mr. Jiang."

"Hmm."

"Tonight, a lady spent over nine thousand, yet refused to pay the bill."

Wan Wenya was concise and straightforward.

Actually, if he couldn’t solve such a minor issue and needed to trouble the top boss, as the general manager of Apang Palace, he might as well pack his bags and leave.

Him calling could only mean that this problem wasn’t as simple as it seemed on the surface.

In the face of the overarching economic situation, not to mention dining and dashing, there are plenty of people defaulting on mortgages, but coming to Apang Palace to "freeload" is indeed rare.

"What’s the reason?"

Jiang Chen asked with slight curiosity.

After all, even someone as notorious as Tiger Fool didn’t have a history of skipping bills at Apang Palace. That time he caused a scene, he at least used the excuse of ordering one or two bowls of noodles.

"She said."

Wan Wenya’s pause was exquisite, halting for half a second before continuing the second half, "she’s the boss’s wife."

"..."

Jiang Chen’s heart instantly skipped a beat.

Could it be.

Misfortunes never come singly.

Does the rope really snap at its weakest point?

Has Li Shuru really arrived?

Who did they all learn from, how is everyone suddenly playing surprise attacks from thin air?

Jiang Chen’s brow involuntarily furrowed.

The boss’s wife isn’t an excuse. With this identity, indeed no payment is needed.

Even the wisest make a mistake.

Boss Jiang didn’t even have time for suspicion, instinctively assuming it was Li Shuru on a "secret inspection."

With his girlfriend arriving, no matter how chaotic his thoughts were, he could only plan for the long run, adjusting his mood and pretending to be calm.

"Give the phone to her."

"Please wait, Mr. Jiang."

About half a minute later.

The phone was handed over.

The person on the other end didn’t speak immediately, only soft breathing accompanied by the music from Apang Palace.

No matter how bad the economy, there will always be people who spend handsomely to ease their sorrows.

The joys and sorrows of people cannot possibly be connected.

For instance, Boss Jiang at this moment, even though the other end didn’t seem earthly, his mood didn’t lift a bit. Yet, when facing the phone, he still forced a smile, not letting his negative state be passed on to others.

"Why are you here?"

"Isn’t it because Jiang Sang asked me to come..."

The voice that drifted into Jiang Sang’s ear was as soft as silk, tingling to the bone, with a hint of soul-stirring resentment.

No time to analyze the content, that signature tone instantly caused Boss Jiang’s pupils to quake, his hand reflexively reacted, and the car nearly steered into the greenbelt!

Narrowly avoided a wrongful conviction!

Indeed.

Li Shuru, being as composed as a virgin maid, working diligently in East Sea, how could she sneak attack!

Jiang Chen gripped the steering wheel tightly, his strong mindset, for a moment, seemed as if someone had drilled a small hole with a strand of hair.

He is human too.

Not an immortal.

He too needs an outlet.

Looking at the inexplicable swaying wiper on the windshield, Boss Jiang raised his voice suddenly.

"Who let you come?!"

Apang Palace.

Fujiwara Reiki, who crossed oceans to be here, moved her phone slightly away, hearing the earsplitting shout on the line.

Who let her come?

Didn’t she just say?

Upon hearing her voice, Jiang Sang was too excited and didn’t pay attention to what she said at all.

"Have you returned?"

Switching from seductive resentment back to gentle as water, various styles seamlessly interchanging.

No more surprise.

Only heavy breathing.

"Stay there, don’t move."

"Okay. I won’t go anywhere."

Slave, slave?!

Jiang Chen turned off the wipers and said in a deep voice, "Give the phone to Wan Wenya."

"Your boss wants to speak with you."

Miss Fujiwara obediently handed the phone back.

"Mr. Jiang."

Wan Wenya took back the phone, expressionless, embodying the ideal manager, not hearing what shouldn’t be heard, even if he heard, pretending he didn’t.

"Watch her. Don’t let her leave Apang Palace half a step."

"Understood."

Ending the call, Jiang Chen ignored the twitching corner of his eye, the earlier lightheartedness was gone, and he floored the accelerator.

"Don’t worry, no one will blame you. After all, it’s my first time here."

Fujiwara Reiki spoke to the Apang Palace general manager standing beside her, implying she took all the blame herself, it wasn’t the staff’s fault for not recognizing her, it was her own delay.

Such an understanding boss’s wife.

Although she was yelled at, Fujiwara Reiki’s smile revealed that she was quite happy inside.

What does it mean that the employees here don’t recognize the boss’s wife?

It means, before her, no "boss’s wife" had grandly arrived.

Everything has a sequence of first come, first served.

Since she accidentally went ahead, then it’s not her fault to claim her rightful place.

As for whether this might cause someone trouble later, such as someone vying for the title of "boss’s wife."

What does that have to do with her.

"Just remember for the future."

She continued to deepen the impression.

For key figures around the boss, as a subordinate, you must keep them in mind, for this first-time meeting or first "boss’s wife," Wan Wenya surely won’t forget.

Since Mr. Jiang didn’t deny it.

It says volumes.

"Mr. Jiang is on his way back, please wait a moment."

"Alright, no problem, bring a few more bottles of ice wine."

So confident and commanding.

Clearly already assuming the position of the boss’s wife.

Wan Wenya obliged, instructing a waiter to fetch the wine.

"Don’t just stand there, sit."

Fujiwara Reiki was very amiable, but how could someone go against hierarchy willingly.

"No need, I’m fine standing."

Fujiwara Reiki glanced at him, smiling, "How long have you been working here?"

"I was here even before Mr. Jiang took over Apang Palace."

"That’s unexpected. You’ve been with him so long and still so conformist?"

No wonder Mr. Deng was aghast.

Her Chinese level is indeed masterful.

Wan Wenya didn’t respond, standing silently like a bodyguard by the side.

Fujiwara Reiki didn’t chase him away, picking up the newly delivered wine, "Does your boss bring women here often?"

With the "boss’s wife," respect must be maintained, but certain comments surely mustn’t be said carelessly.

So Wan Wenya remained silent.

"So, that’s a yes?"

Fujiwara Reiki lazily swirled the wine glass, "How many stayed over?"

This is an inspection.

Even at this level, let alone average folks, no one would dare talk nonsense to the boss about the boss’s wife, Wan Wenya embraced silence as a golden rule, performing a mute man’s punishment stand.

"Hee hee..."

Fujiwara Reiki giggled, "What’s the worry, we’re just having a chat. I guarantee, I definitely won’t report to your boss."

Only a fool would believe such words.

"You can directly ask Mr. Jiang."

"Sigh～"

Fujiwara Reiki sighed, lifting her wrist and drooping her eyes, sipping the sweet wine, every gesture and movement exuding charm.

"If I ask him directly, he’ll quarrel with me. We rarely meet, I don’t want it to be unpleasant, can you understand?"

Understand?

Understand what?——

Wan Wenya’s expressions stayed unchanged, like a mask was welded on, but inside, he was probably wishing someone could arrive quickly.

"Forget it."

Fujiwara Reiki swallowed her wine and sighed again, her eyes rolling around as she looked at the indulgent Apang Palace, muttering to herself, "Won’t trouble you. Men, after all, which one doesn’t stray. As long as it doesn’t cause a scandal it’s fine."

Definite queen’s discourse.

For those unaware, they might really be fooled.

Well-experienced Wan Wenya, hearing her soliloquy, his face remained unmoved, but his eyes involuntarily flickered before quietly stepping aside, step by step.

Evil comes from the mouth.

But staying silent doesn’t mean absolute safety.

Sometimes, knowing too much is also a crime.