I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping

Chapter 2271 - 1444: Seize the Day (2)

Of course.

There is a way.

Ask someone to buy a set of women’s clothes and bring them back.

But.

Is it really necessary?

If everything was innocent, it wouldn’t matter, but the key is having messed around in the Imperial Palace and almost being caught by the Little Princess Ya Yi,

If he really asks someone to send clothes, he wouldn’t even need the other person’s ridicule to feel he’s deceiving himself; Jiang Chen would already feel he’s being hypocritical.

"Don’t forget your identity. If it gets out, as the Crown Princess, you’ll face condemnation from the entire Japanese society."

Jiang Chen spoke seriously, both a reminder and a warning.

Even if the Japanese Royal Family has declined, becoming mere ornamentation, it’s still a spiritual symbol for the Japanese people.

It’s not just putting a hat on the Royal Family; it’s putting a hat on all Japanese people.

No matter how powerful Fujiwara Reiki is, once such a scandal explodes, she will undoubtedly be destroyed by an uproar in all of Japan.

"I know that. That’s why I don’t want to waste this, last moment."

Fujiwara Reiki slowly turned around, her eyes filled with deep emotion that seemed to drown out her current attire.

For a moment, Jiang Chen couldn’t distinguish between illusion and reality.

"Jiang Sang, would you be willing to fulfill this little request from Reiki?"

How to refuse?

How could he refuse?

Even someone as cold as Jiang Chen found himself in silence.

Fujiwara Reiki walked slowly back, came to Jiang Chen’s side, took his arm, her gentle voice hypnotic.

"Go take a bath."

Jiang Chen pressed his lips tightly together, said nothing, turned around, and walked into the bathroom.

Fujiwara Reiki watched him go but did not follow immediately, the night was long, no need to rush, she smiled tenderly and then headed towards the bed, lay back down, supported her head, prepared to open the book "Utopia," suddenly thought of something.

With a soft rustle, she got out of bed.

When Jiang Chen came out after his bath, the scene he saw was the same as when he first returned, the infamous demoness reclining on his bed, looking at "Utopia" gifted by a student in Kyoto, only this time the atmosphere was peaceful and serene.

"Drink some water, ease the alcohol."

Fujiwara Reiki smiled at him, resembling a virtuous wife, ignoring the lingerie.

But.

It seemed to make no difference.

How one dresses on bed doesn’t relate to whether one is a good woman.

Men even prefer the type who are seductive in bed and dignified outside.

His gaze shifted.

On the bedside table indeed a quietly placed glass of water, pure and transparent, without a ripple.

Jiang Chen dried his hair, unsure if the small detail moved him, standing there, staying motionless.

Fujiwara Reiki stopped reading, "Are you afraid I’ll poison you?"

Honestly,

Regardless of the ambiguity in the term, at this moment it indeed created a feeling of home.

Fujiwara Reiki got up, crawled over, picked up the glass, drank first.

"Satisfied now?"

Jiang Chen naturally didn’t worry over nothing, whether public or private, there was no reason for the other side to poison him, at least not at present.

He continued drying his hair, still not touching the water, no other reason, simply not thirsty.

"Just for tonight."

Fujiwara Reiki’s eyes showed a hint of desolation, then softly sighed, "Even if I wanted to, I don’t know if there’s time."

She held the glass, leaned on the bedhead, "Really not drinking?"

Jiang Chen stayed unaffected.

Fujiwara Reiki didn’t press further, placed the glass down, then gracefully regarded the Lord’s physique from top to bottom.

Since he’d made a decision, no need to be coy, having bathed, he didn’t wear a shirt, only a pair of shorts, his usually discreet figure now clearly exposed to Fujiwara Reiki, unmistakably defined abs radiating masculine hormones ...

Though incomparable to figures like Daoist Sister Blood Guanyin, daily exercise proved worthwhile.

"Hiss—"

Fujiwara Reiki softly inhaled, her tongue briefly, imperceptibly flicking over her lips, then patting the bed, "Lord, not coming up?"

To approach or not.

This is the question.

Honestly speaking.

This room, this bed, truly has seen plenty of women, Daoist Duanmu, just recently, Director Shi, but during those times, Boss Jiang always played the gentleman, offering his bed, either switching rooms or sleeping on the sofa.

But tonight.

There seemed no need to be a gentleman.

Yet he didn’t rush.

Until after thoroughly drying his hair with a towel, during which time the spectacle on the bed openly admired his good physique, before he stepped to the bedside.

Fujiwara Reiki immediately scooted aside, made room, her face more vibrant than during her earlier drinking.

Not only men love watching women.

Women feel the same.

"Lord’s boxers, so sexy."

"..."

Jiang Chen, who hadn’t even sat down on the bed, nearly collapsed.

A demoness is a demoness for a reason.

Because she always finds new and unusual angles that others can’t.

"Not as sexy as you."

It slipped out.

Indeed, it’s the truth.

"Really?"

Fujiwara Reiki’s eyes sparkled with light as she placed a hand on the man’s not-so-bulky but steady and reliable shoulder. Her slightly long nails teased his skin, a sharpness mixed with an indescribable itch.

"So, my lord, do you like it?"

To say he didn’t like it would not make him a hypocrite, but not a man either.

So Jiang Chen, who never liked to lie, chose silence.

Warm air breezed across his back, lingering at the nape of his neck, "Then, shall I often wear it for my lord to see in the future?"

Didn’t she just say it was only for tonight?

Of course.

The more it is like this, the more you need to create an atmosphere, comfort each other instead of saying something sad.

Jiang Chen seemed to understand this principle as well, not spoiling the mood, sitting on the edge of the bed with his back to her, merely asking, "Has the wedding date been set?"

"Not yet, but rest assured, my lord, I will certainly invite you when the time comes."

Invite him to do what?

To offer blessings for an early addition to the family?

Regarding the nature of their relationship, Jiang Chen always had a clear understanding, so clear that he could calmly accept the news of her engagement with the Japanese Royal Family, but that doesn’t mean he can graciously attend the wedding to offer his blessings.

Men.

They all have inherent flaws.

Or say it’s a trait inherent to human nature.

"Don’t waste the invitations; I won’t have time."

"The date hasn’t even been set yet; how do you know you won’t have time, my lord?"

One hand became two, both shoulders were held as a supple sensation arose on his back.

"My lord, are you jealous?"

Red lips brushed against his neck, touching his earlobe, her hair falling onto Jiang Chen, an itchy tingling bit by bit, the sensation on his back more intense.

"My lord, let’s not think about what comes next. Tonight is just for us."

Yes.

One should live in the moment.

Jiang Chen turned around.

The other knelt behind him, that alluring face that could topple a nation within reach.

"My lord, you must know, until now, you are my first man and also the only one."

Very romantic and touching.

But.

What does it mean?

Only until now?

Beyond that, is it uncertain?

But the future is indeed something nobody can control.

"Kneel down."

Jiang Chen said expressionlessly.

Fujiwara Reiki let out a soft moan, biting her lower lip with her white teeth, then obediently moved her body, kneeling in the center of the big bed.

Jiang Chen stood up, stood by the bed, looking down, his shadow covering the submissive Japanese beauty on the bed.

"Raise it up."

Fujiwara Reiki’s delicate body trembled, her head bowing deeply, her thick hair covering her entire face, yet she was fulfilling Jiang Chen’s command.

"Squeak."

The bed took on the weight of another person.

"Ah—"

A scream shattered the stillness as Fujiwara Reiki, who had buried her face into the blanket, suddenly raised her head, a stunned expression which then contorted. Her toes, wrapped in stockings, stretched tight unconsciously. Simultaneously, she glanced toward the cup of seemingly rippling water on the nightstand.

No regrets.

Because.

There was definitely no poison; it was merely pure boiled water.

The joy of reunion overshadowed reason.

Both had drunk wine.

No matter how free-spirited she was, some things were not to be joked about.

Her hands gripped the blanket beneath her tightly, her supple back undulating. The most exquisite and supreme offering of Japan bit her teeth hard, striving to suppress something.

The lights remained on.

The two shadows intertwined in the light, the scene akin to horse racing, only the reins gradually transforming from gartered stockings into jet black hair.

On the nightstand.

The ripples in that glass of water grew even larger.