I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping

Oh, it’s daylight?

When someone opened their eyes, their gaze was clear, their mind remarkably lucid, without any hangover symptoms.

In extreme situations where there seems to be no solution, a person might wish to faint.

He managed to do it.

And he didn’t even know how he fainted.

He only remembered his memories before he collapsed: Fujiwara Reiki hadn’t left, and Shi Qianxi needed resolving. As a result, he woke up, and everything was fine, no need to resolve anything, narrowly avoided it...

Relief hadn’t yet had time to breed.

Someone suddenly found their arm pressed against a warm, soft, and resilient object, accompanied by a feeling of protrusions. Then, his sense of smell began to return.

Following the direction of the drifting fragrance, Jiang Chen slowly turned his head, his pupils contracted, and when he fully saw the oval face lounging under the hair, his scalp began to tingle.

Sure enough.

What was meant to come would eventually come.

The feeling after a hangover was still unavoidable.

Jiang Chen instinctively held his breath, as half of his body was pressed down, he could only secretly lift his other hand and then glance into the blanket.

All hopes of fortune were instantly killed.

His current state was exactly the same as when he first came into this world, stark naked, not even wearing briefs.

He exerted all his effort to recall.

But the endpoint of his memory was always Fujiwara Reiki’s blurry face, and he had no impressions about what happened afterward.

Collapsed before one woman, yet woke up beside another.

This kind of story is indeed extremely novel and thrilling.

"Awake?"

A voice sounded.

Being motionless doesn’t make time stand still.

Obviously familiar, yet Jiang Chen at this moment didn’t dare to meet the other’s gaze, lying like a corpse on the bed, staring straight at the ceiling and replying softly.

Starting to see the environment clearly.

This is his room.

"Is there anywhere you’re uncomfortable?"

Warm breaths brushed against his face, accompanied by the tickling of hair rubbing against skin. Boss Jiang wasn’t one to be bashful, but the situation at this moment was simply too...

It’s crucial to understand.

After a direct confirmation.

Not only was he wearing nothing.

The other person was the same!

Even though he had done everything he shouldn’t have done with this young lady, being this "honest" with each other was truly the first time!

"No."

"Really nothing? Wan Wenya said you were poisoned."

Why after one night.

So much gentler now?

Someone didn’t dare to turn his head, otherwise he would have noticed Director Shi’s milk-like face, while still clouded by the haze of waking, was exuding rare tenderness, even the proud lines were softened by the bright morning light.

Poisoned?

Jiang Chen was momentarily stunned, then quickly realized.

Can anyone blame him for not learning his lesson?

Definitely not.

It’s just being caught off guard!

But.

Why did that Demoness drug him again?!

What’s the motive?!

Before Jiang Chen could sort out the logic, he surprisingly discovered his face felt a bit painful.

What kind of poison would cause a sore face?

"I think my face is kind of..."

"You fell." Shi Qianxi interrupted, "Last night, after Wan Wenya helped you back, you rolled off the bed yourself when I went to take a shower."

This is typically nonsense.

Simply taking advantage of someone’s memory loss from losing consciousness.

Wasn’t a fall.

Being unconscious and drunk are different, it’s basically impossible to move.

Indeed.

The reason someone felt facial pain was because Director Shi hit him.

Even though last night Wan Wenya explained repeatedly, but it wasn’t like she was a naive little girl, how could Shi Qianxi believe such a nonsense excuse.

Hence.

Originally having a bellyful of anger due to the sudden emergence of the female demon, she took advantage of it, riding on the person and gave him a few slaps.

She thought the person would immediately bounce up, but who knew he stayed motionless like a dead pig.

Like King Goujian’s perseverance?

Prejudices are indeed a mountain within one’s heart.

Until she slapped Jiang Chen’s face until it started swelling did Shi Qianxi, who thought he was pretending, finally realized something was wrong.

She couldn’t consider.

Even if drunk, does it mean losing all behavioral control?

Many people make mistakes precisely because they are drunk.

With this person’s cunning, even if he wanted to feign, he wouldn’t come up with such an unnecessary foolish trick.

Once confirming the person wasn’t "performing," the innocent pitiful one finally got relief. Shi Qianxi got off him, went out, found Wan Wenya again, and after medical personnel confirmed, she realized the person was truly poisoned.

Why did the female demon poison him?

Even with Director Shi’s exceptional intelligence, she certainly wouldn’t guess the motive was simply to make him completely lose "behavioral control."

Complex problems, often the answer is that simple.

It’s precisely because she couldn’t understand, plus those slaps last night, that she didn’t bother, and was so tender upon awakening.

Yes.

The most, most, most important thing.

Is the current state of both.

Utterly inseparable, truly intertwined.

Even lost the ability to act, it doesn’t matter, getting a marriage license without holding a banquet, doesn’t that count as being married?

The ability to adapt to changing circumstances is essential.

"I repaid your kindness." Shi Qianxi leaned closer, blowing air into his ear.

Indeed, she offered herself.

Even if someone was disgraceful, they certainly couldn’t continue denying, Jiang Chen closed his eyes.

"I feel kind of cheated."

Shi Qianxi’s lips curled, her beautiful legs rubbed gently under the blanket, "People should be grateful."

The roles reversed.

Her goal is simple.

She’s not a real temptress.

Once the goal was achieved, heartily satisfied Shi Qianxi grabbed the blanket, intending to rise, but ended up being pulled back with an "ah—."

"What are you doing?"

She laid back on the bed, her hair tousled.

"What’s really wrong with my face?"

Turning over, Jiang Chen looked down at her, holding her wrists.

Shi Qianxi’s eyes darted around, "I told you, you fell."

No surveillance.

Even if it’s one-sided, there’s no way to refute.

"Is this what you call offering yourself?"

"What else?!"

Shi Qianxi glared at the man pinning her down.

Men are really all the same.

Pretending to be a gentleman before accepting his fate, now unveiling his real nature upon realizing escape is futile.

But how could she still be the same as before?

You understand, Director Shi isn’t a love idiot; she truly knows how to handle men, just hadn’t been able to use it before.

Like many women before marriage are totally accommodating, after marriage turning tough like Shu Dao Mountain.

With her hands pinned, Shi Qianxi bent her knees against someone’s firm abdominal muscles.

"It’s your own fault for being unguarded and drugged by someone. Not my fault. Get up."

The woman’s change of face really is faster than his turning over.

"You’re committing fraud."

Shi Qianxi’s fair skin flushed red, after all, at the moment both are stark naked, rubbing closely, naturally eliciting normal reactions.

"You need to have a thorough examination. Last night they didn’t dare touch you, just quickly checked. Who knows if there’s any poison side effects, or if you caught any contagious disease?"

A noblewoman is different.

Always prioritizes health and hygiene.