I have ten trillion licking dog gold

What's it like to lie in a hotel all day?
It's definitely not a waste of life; after all, they were trapped by the heavy rain.

But what if the character is a trillionaire?
It wasn't a typo.

trillionaire.

There may be more than one trillionaire in the world, but for him personally, this day was definitely not a waste, and it was of great significance, even one of the most important milestones in his life.

Just like...

The passing of my parents.

The system hit me.

Jiang Chen was lying in bed.

That's right.

She was still lying in bed, shirtless, with one hand passing through her warm, fragrant shoulder, unconsciously playing with her soft hair.

He started daydreaming again.

"What are you thinking?"

The woman lying next to him spoke up. Even the snow-white quilt could not hide the color of her skin. Like Jiang Chen, her hands were not at ease. Jiang Chen played with her hair, while she drew circles on Jiang Chen's chest.

It seems that women all have this hobby.

The rain was pattering outside the window—no, it seemed to have stopped half an hour ago. The windows were tightly closed, and the curtains were still drawn, but I could clearly feel that the light outside was much brighter than yesterday.

Ok.

yesterday.

It has been two days since they finished watching "The Haunted Village," meaning the two have already spent two nights in the hotel, and the man and woman taken away by the police next door have probably been detained for more than 24 hours.

Jiang Chen came back to his senses and sighed softly:
"I still couldn't escape your grasp."

Fang Qing suddenly became gentle, leaning lazily against him, unwilling to move. Her smooth shoulders showed no trace of the purple bra strap, clearly indicating that, like Jiang Chen, she was probably naked under the covers.

"You didn't intend to run away either."

Her fingertips continued to trace the lines gently, without applying any pressure.

Jiang Chen chuckled.

"Yes, it's my problem."

"Snapped."

Fang Qing patted his chest, clearly sensing his veiled insult. She raised her head and said, "Don't worry, you don't need to take responsibility."

Qing Gege will never shirk responsibility.

Except for yesterday.

Cast aside your pride, even your sense of shame.

If it weren't for her efforts and perseverance, the inner demons of "The Haunted Village" would never have been eliminated.

No responsibility is required.

After indulging in pleasure, this is probably the sentence a man most wants to hear. And the woman is very likely not just using this as a tactic to advance, but is genuinely sincere.

But Jiang Chen remained unmoved.

"No. I have to take responsibility."

He acted without hesitation and remained steadfast.

Why make things difficult for yourself?

Fang Qing lay down again, leaning against him. Despite her independence and resilience, she suddenly felt a sense of vulnerability, like a little bird clinging to someone.

Be more generous.

Don't be too harsh.

Everyone has moments of vulnerability, or rather, moments of tenderness.

Moreover, it is the most special juncture in a woman's life.

"You're just making sarcastic remarks, aren't you?"

Jiang Chen returned the favor, moving his hand that had been playing with his hair down to his back, where he patted that pert spot.

"Snapped."

The sound was muffled by the blanket.

"You're not a honest person."

Fang Qing didn't struggle like other girls, feigning reluctance; that wasn't her style.

"How did I not behave?"

"Aren't you injured?"

Jiang Chen choked, then gave a dry laugh. He wanted to make a few teasing remarks, but he held back.

In the end, I still can't let go.

In this respect, he is no match for Qingmei.

"He's so amazing."

Jiang Chen was jolted awake.

Even if the mindset hasn't completely changed, this kind of praise is the highest honor a man can receive.

Even though he was a little "shy," Jiang Chen couldn't help but straighten his chest, a subconscious little movement that Fang Qing, who was leaning against him, clearly felt. A man.

Sometimes they really are like children.

A single sentence, just a few words, can bring joy for a long time.

"actually……"

Jiang Chen coughed lightly, "If I weren't injured, I could be even more powerful."

"Alright, alright. You're getting cocky now that I'm saying you're fat."

Jiang Chen stopped boasting, withdrew his hand, and put his arm around Qingmei's shoulder. Then he let out a deep breath.

"I'll go back to Shacheng with you."

"what?"

"I apologize to Uncle Fang and Aunt Pan with a bundle of thorns on my back."

What does it mean to take responsibility?

That's what it means to take responsibility!
Whether it was just an act or not, only the person in question knows for sure.

"Sincerely?"

The fingers on his chest straightened and moved, and instead, his entire palm was placed on his heart. Fang Qing felt the frequency of his heartbeat. "Don't lie, I can feel it."

"Let's set off today."

Jiang Chen spoke decisively, his heartbeat remaining completely calm, steady, strong, and powerful.

Fang Qing remained noncommittal and asked, "What about Li Shurui?"

“Shu Rui’s side is easier to deal with than your parents’ side.”

This is speaking frankly and openly.

Jiang Chen's frankness amused Fang Qing, who then praised him, "You're quite capable."

Jiang Chen didn't try to glorify himself.

"The moment she had the idea of ​​letting you into Tianci, you should have been mentally prepared."

"So you're just taking it as a yes?"

Fang Qing's question was sharp, and Jiang Chen's response was both clever and utterly despicable.

"Aren't you two supposed to be sisters anyway?"

"And what about you? Do you think you're the emperor?"

"I wouldn't call myself an emperor."

Jiang Chen said modestly, "At most, I'm just a gentleman."

Fang Qing's palm quickly moved down her chest.

Having learned his lesson the hard way, the man reflexively adjusted his posture and grabbed her hand.

"Again?"

Practice has proven that there are no major problems, but...

It really hurts.

How can a man say no?

Jiang Chen was both amused and exasperated. "Don't be ridiculous. Otherwise, you'll be the one who suffers. I might end up taking you to the hospital instead of me."

"Do what you can."

Fang Qing looked up and rolled her eyes at him.

The measure of a man's maturity is not his age, and the same applies to women.

Compared to yesterday, Qinggege now possesses an indescribable charm that is captivating.

"Come on, give me a kiss."

Jiang Chen leaned back on the headboard, looking just like a debauched tyrant from feudal times.

"Go brush your teeth."

Fang Qing refused to comply. Her request and being requested are two different things.

The man persisted, grabbing Qingmei's arm, seemingly intending to force himself on a lawyer.

"Beep-beep-beep-"

Just as the two were struggling, the phone rang.

It's not a cell phone.

It's a phone call.

The landline phone from the bedside table.

"Your check-out time is approaching. Do you wish to extend your stay?"

Jiang Chen grabbed the microphone, then hovered it in mid-air, turning his head. "Want to continue?"

Fang Qing pretended to be calm. The time alone with her was fine, but there was a hotel receptionist waiting for a reply on the other end of the landline. Her cheeks turned red with embarrassment, as bright as the rising sun. She grabbed a pillow and threw it at him.

"You go to sleep by yourself!" (End of Chapter)