Jiang Cheng looked at the menu; there were only seven or eight types of noodles, nothing special.
He casually pointed to the signature Beef Noodles: "I'll have this one."
Wang Congcong nodded and placed the order on his phone.
After finishing, he added, "I couldn't sleep well after what happened yesterday. I never expected your background to be so significant."
"Are you that timid?" Jiang Cheng countered.
"Of course! I kept replaying all the little moments we spent together these past few days in my mind. Fortunately, my feelings for you were..."
Seeing Wang Congcong exaggerate so much, Jiang Cheng immediately waved his hand: "Stop, stop, stop. Don't make it sound so ambiguous. I don't have that preference, and besides, your appearance isn't my type. You should go find Qi Yuan for that."
"Oh my god... don't mention him. He's probably shivering right now, too. It's a good thing nothing ultimately happened to you, otherwise, if his old man found out, he'd definitely be skinned alive."
"Can you stop exaggerating?"
"Well, you have such a background, and you were dragged into this because of him. Plus, anyone would be startled to suddenly find out. If you had told us earlier, everyone would have been mentally prepared."
Jiang Cheng shook his head helplessly: "When I make friends, I don't care if they have money or what their background is. After all, nobody is richer than me, so why would I mention it?"
Although Wang Congcong couldn't refute him, hearing this made him frown instantly: "Why does that sound so familiar?"
Jiang Cheng naturally wouldn't tell him that this boastful phrase originated from his famous quote on the Social Media Platform.
"Alright, Old Wang, what exactly are you trying to say?" Listening to Wang Congcong's roundabout remarks, Jiang Cheng asked straightforwardly.
"Nothing much, it's just that I'm a bit unaccustomed to suddenly having someone with such a huge background around me. I heard from Qi Yuan that the group who went street racing are now outside bragging, saying they know the person who took down Wang Hao. You're quite famous in our circle now."
Jiang Cheng shrugged: "Sigh, I still prefer the way you guys were before—unruly and defiant."
Wang Congcong immediately laughed: "Alright then, I won't pretend anymore. Wang Hao deserved it! I've been annoyed with him for ages. Even though he usually doesn't provoke me, the way he constantly shows off to everyone he catches sight of—I just want to slap him. It's just that my dad doesn't let me go against him."
Jiang Cheng spread his hands and sighed: "I didn't intend to target him; he brought it upon himself, so he can't blame anyone else. Besides, I originally wanted to keep a low profile, but my strength wouldn't allow it."
"Look at you, are those the words of a human being? Don't you know that after I found out about your family situation, I was so jealous I couldn't sleep all night?"
Although Wang Congcong's manner of speaking was not much different from yesterday.
His tone and expression were clearly less relaxed and comfortable than before.
It must be noted that Wang Congcong's public image is one of outspokenness—he confronts whoever he sees.
However, this outspokenness is limited only to ordinary commoners.
In front of people who surpass his own status, Wang Congcong's emotional intelligence is still quite high.
After all, these Second-generation rich aren't just drinking and indulging, or being arrogant and overbearing, as the rumors claim.
People from families like his study abroad from a young age.
They have experienced various major occasions and met all sorts of influential people.
How could they genuinely have low emotional intelligence?