Seeing Jiang Cheng looking at her expressionlessly, Xia Meng felt even more panicked.
She had been replaying everything that happened yesterday over and over in her mind.
She felt that even though she lacked experience, she had given it her all.
And judging by Jiang Cheng's appearance, he seemed to be satisfied with her.
But she still didn't understand why Jiang Cheng hadn't expressed any stance at all.
After Xia Meng escorted Jiang Cheng to the underground parking lot, it wasn't until she saw Jiang Cheng's porsche with the license plate of five 8s that she understood why he might reject her.
After their interaction last night, Xia Meng had already decided to follow Jiang Cheng.
Initially, it was because Xia Meng had overheard their conversation in the hot spring last night.
Jiang Cheng could casually spend a hundred million to take down a female celebrity.
A Second-generation rich man with such resources wasn't someone you could just run into.
But looking at the luxury car in front of her made her realize that taking this path might not actually be the right one for her.
After the realization, Xia Meng could only say with a bitter smile, "Actually, the women who come here are all voluntary, and I am the same."
"I'm a girl who grew up in an ordinary family, but my parents divorced when I was young. I was awarded to my father, who later started a new family, so I lived with my grandparents. My grandfather passed away a few years ago, leaving only my grandmother and me to depend on each other."
"I'm 20 years old this year. Because my father was unwilling to let me go to university back then, I don't have a good job. I know that if I keep living like this, the best outcome would be to find an ordinary man to marry and start a life of worrying about three meals a day."
"And my family background might even be looked down upon by my in-laws. So, I thought about it for a long time—instead of living like that, I'd rather find a rich man. At least he can give me the life I want."
"But my environment simply doesn't provide the conditions for me to meet a man like you, which is why I chose to come here."
Jiang Cheng remembered that in his previous life, when he went for a massage, a female masseuse who massaged his feet also told him a tragic story.
At the time, he felt she was particularly pitiful; she looked quite pure, both her parents were dead, and she was working hard to earn money with her own hands.
But the next time Jiang Cheng went, her story changed to her parents being divorced and her being forced to work to pay off debts... Jiang Cheng didn't know if what Xia Meng said was true or false.
Jiang Cheng chuckled, "If it wasn't me last night, it would have been someone else. What if someone else didn't want you either?"
"If that were the case, I could only leave with the high payment from my first time; tens of thousands of yuan would be worth it. I know you might think a woman like me is too materialistic, but I really don't want to live that kind of impoverished life anymore. I'm scared."
"Although I'm not the most beautiful, I have the advantage of being clean. I understand that for a woman like me, the only precious thing left is my body, so I've never been in a relationship. If you think I'm okay, could you take me in for a while and let me follow you? I'll be sensible."
These blunt words made the corners of Jiang Cheng's mouth slowly curl up.
Jiang Cheng had to admit that Xia Meng was quite right; there was indeed no problem with being with such a sensible woman.
If it were the old Jiang Cheng, he might have nodded in agreement, but Jiang Cheng wouldn't want to be good to every woman with a privacy value of 0.
But it also depended on the occasion they met. If he met her next time and she could still maintain a Special Value of 1, then Jiang Cheng would consider letting her stay by his side.
Jiang Cheng took out several stacks of cash from the passenger side of the car.
"I just like sensible women like you. Take this hundred thousand yuan. I have things to do, so I'm leaving."
Xia Meng knew that Jiang Cheng was rejecting her. Although she felt frustrated, she also knew she was out of options.
A Second-generation rich man with Jiang Cheng's background wasn't someone she could pester.
Looking at the thick stacks of cash, Xia Meng reached out and took them; after all, she had come for the money in the first place.
It was just that Jiang Cheng's handsomeness and the power he inadvertently revealed had given her ideas she shouldn't have had.
"Thank you, Young Master Jiang."
Looking at Xia Meng, whose eyes were slightly red as she watched him, Jiang Cheng acted as if he hadn't noticed and drove away.