"Thanks in advance, then. I'll look for Brother Wang too; tonight I'll have him keep an eye on the market—I don't understand that stuff, but he does," Qi Yuan said.
"All right, hanging up." After ending the call Jiang Cheng set the phone down.
He walked into the bathroom to wash up. After brushing his teeth in front of the mirror he planned on taking a hot shower.
But just then, from the corner of his eye he suddenly spotted a flash of red.
Stepping closer, he saw it was actually a set of red bra and lacy panties.
Holy crap—are these the genuine, freshly-worn kind?
And they're probably Chen Xueer's? Jiang Cheng was sure no one else had come over last night except her.
After all, just as Chen Xueer had finished undressing Jiang Cheng had walked in, and in the end she'd wrapped herself in a bathrobe and hurried off.
That crimson against the white tiles looked dazzling, like a blooming flower giving off an intoxicating scent.
Jiang Cheng couldn't help recalling last night's scene—Chen Xueer's graceful figure swaying before his eyes.
Every move, every expression, was deeply etched in his mind.
Now the red lingerie lay before him, as if declaring war or trying to seduce him.
But Jiang Cheng wasn't some creeper from a TV drama; after a brief appreciative glance he offered a quick critique—great style, and for such generous cups the size was impressive.
At that moment Chen Xueer's alluring silhouette involuntarily surfaced in his mind again.
Tsk tsk tsk—if there were a next time, Jiang Cheng would straight-up choose to be a beast.
Even if Chen Xueer resisted.
But what's done is done; regret was pointless.
A few minutes later he finished a hot shower.
Jiang Cheng opened the wardrobe; rows of neatly hung shirts greeted him—already laundered and ironed, ready to wear.
The shirts came in various colors, each crisp and clean, exuding a fresh scent.
What surprised him more was that these shirts came in three sizes.
Clearly Chen Xueer was a very meticulous woman.
He casually picked a white shirt in his size,
put it on, and studied himself in the mirror.
A basic white shirt is the ultimate test of a man's real handsomeness.
If a guy can pull off the simplest white shirt, it proves his looks and posture are top-tier—truly handsome.
Looking at his tall 182 cm frame and a face handsome enough to debut bare-faced—play ball, sing, dance, rap—he nodded.
Jiang Cheng sighed once more: he really was good-looking.
He could give those Eddie Peng–Wu Yanzho types a run for their money.
Compared with the "Kun-you're-so-pretty" guy, he was one notch above.
After a bout of self-admiration, he left the office satisfied.
Just outside the door he happened to bump into Chen Xueer and Zhao Linger, each carrying two big bags of takeout toward Chen Xueer's office.
Seeing Jiang Cheng step out, Chen Xueer's eyes clearly avoided him.
She tried to pretend she hadn't noticed him and walk right past.
But Zhao Linger's eyes lit up the moment she spotted Jiang Cheng.
After all, beauties like eyeing Handsome Guys too. Zhao Linger trotted toward him with her bags.
She exaggerated, "Chairman Jiang, you look amazing in a white shirt—debut-ready looks! Oh, you haven't eaten, right? Want to join us? Sister Xueer bought tons, and she just told me to ask if you'd like some."
Jiang Cheng rubbed his growling stomach and naturally nodded.
He took the takeout from Zhao Linger's hands and said,
"Let's eat together in my office."
After the market closed last night, Chen Xueer lay in bed sleepless for a long time.
Logically, after pulling an all-nighter she should've been exhausted.
But every time she closed her eyes Jiang Cheng's figure filled her mind.
Worse, the images were of him shirtless.
She also kept recalling their kiss and his touch.
All night her mood swung like a roller-coaster.
It wasn't until dawn that she drifted off.
Right now Chen Xueer still felt a bit drowsy.
Hearing Jiang Cheng invite them to his office,
she instinctively refused, saying awkwardly, "Let's eat in my office—I'm afraid we'll dirty yours."
"No worries, mine's bigger—eating there feels better."
Chen Xueer didn't catch on, asking puzzled, "Does size matter? It's the same food either way."
"How could it be the same? Why don't you two try?"
Zhao Linger tugged her. "Oh, stop fussing—let's try it together."
Chen Xueer frowned slightly.
The remark sounded weird, especially with Jiang Cheng's mischievous grin hinting he was holding something back.
Yet she couldn't pinpoint exactly what was off.
It just felt strange.
Seeing Chen Xueer's unnatural blush, Zhao Linger also sensed something odd.
Complex feelings flickered in her round almond eyes.
She felt Chen Xueer and Jiang Cheng were hiding something from her.
Soon the three arrived at Jiang Cheng's office.
As expected, Chen Xueer had bought loads—seven or eight dishes plus two soups for the three of them.
Chen Xueer and Zhao Linger ate little; Jiang Cheng polished off most of the food.
The portions they'd ordered clearly weren't for two—they'd factored Jiang Cheng in, just as Zhao Linger had said.
After all, she'd dished out four bowls of rice.
After the meal Zhao Linger helped clear the table, then hurried out to handle other matters.
Seeing that, Chen Xueer wanted to leave at once.
But Jiang Cheng called her back—after all, her things were still in his bathroom.
If the cleaning lady saw them and got the wrong idea, it wouldn't be good.
"Manager Chen, wait." Startled, Chen Xueer's face showed panic in her alluring eyes.
Yet she quickly composed herself and spoke in a strictly business tone, "Chairman Jiang, what is it?"
Watching the usually fearless Chen Xueer now dodging him, Jiang Cheng found it amusing.