After the show ended, a few of them quietly left through the VIP lane.
The car they boarded started heading toward the party estate.
Although Wang Congcong arranged six cars, they hadn't split up yet.
Just like on the way there, Jiang Cheng, Wang Congcong, Qi Yuan and Qin Fen shared one car, while Wang Zheng and Chen Hao took another.
As soon as Qin Fen and Qi Yuan got into the car, they began chattering about those sexy Victoria's Secret Babes.
Qi Yuan said sourly, "Old Qin, did you see? Those models all look tight‑shod, but their eyes aren't that great. A few are looking at Old Jiang, but most are staring at Brother Wang."
Qin Fen patted his shoulder comfortingly and said, "That's not normal. Old Jiang wins on looks, but Old Wang's Instagram also draws a lot of foreign attention. Everyone knows he's the son of the richest man; those women are probably just scouting ahead."
Qi Yuan rolled his eyes, "Sigh, they're all shallow women. Later I'll whip them so they truly feel my real power."
Wang Congcong bragged, "Even though my bank account isn't as big as Jiang Cheng's, I still win on facial recognition, so being handsome isn't always useful."
Jiang Cheng, who had just been dissed, was speechless again.
It seems they really care about his handsome looks.
But Wang Congcong's point was quite reasonable.
Although the prestige of being the son of the richest man brings no real power, it's all hype from gossip.
Nevertheless, his publicity is undeniably successful for both him and Wanda.
And a handsome person without money, status, or social prestige is indeed of little use.
At most he can fool some innocent Little Girls.
He's useless in front of high‑end socialites and celebrities.
Even Jiang Cheng's cash flow easily outpaces Wang Congcong's.
His great‑grandfather's and grandfather's standing also easily surpass the Wang family.
But what does that matter?
In Huaguo, the higher one's status, the more secretive and low‑key their family becomes.
Only a business family like Wang Congcong's would step out to stir up hype for the family's business.
For the past eighteen years, Jiang Cheng was just an ordinary student.
Even now, few know he's a top‑tier Second-generation rich.
Jiang Cheng suddenly felt he should find a way to boost his social prestige.
Seeing Jiang Cheng's embarrassed look, Wang Congcong couldn't help but laugh.
He politely ended the topic, "You two, stop it. We're almost there. We're among the early arrivals, so we'll have to wait for the Supermodels to arrive."
"I've lived eighteen years and this is my first time at an event like this. I'm already excited!"
Seeing Jiang Cheng's calm face, Qi Yuan asked, "Brother Cheng, what are you thinking? Not excited at all?"
Jiang Cheng gave a mysterious smile and said five words, "Huan Nü Zi Kou Ba!"
The others were stunned, then burst out, "Wow, truly the depth of Chinese culture!"
"Old Jiang, I'm really impressed with you!"
...Sure enough, as the car neared the estate, traffic grew thicker.
From a short distance away, the estate was brightly lit, with luxury cars lining up for security checks at the entrance.
After all, this gathering only attracts people with considerable wealth; letting paparazzi or violent troublemakers slip in would be a nightmare.
The cars moved forward very slowly.
While waiting to enter, the sound of helicopter rotors echoed above their cars.
Jiang Cheng looked out the window and saw two helicopters flying high over their heads.
Qi Yuan exclaimed, "Whoa, Old Wang, I finally get what you meant earlier. Our six stretched Lincoln limousines lose to that kind of showmanship."
Wang Congcong shrugged, "All that flash is useless; this isn't China, and pulling it off would be a hassle."
Qin Fen nodded in agreement, "What matters are those Foreign Oysters later. It's been a while since I've attended a party like this; seeing those five characters triggers some anticipation."
Jiang Cheng felt the same; it was his first time witnessing such a scene.
It's impossible for his heart not to flutter.
He's eighteen, not eighty‑one.
About ten minutes later, their car stopped at the estate's gate.
After a strict security check, everyone proceeded inside the estate.
Wang Congcong led the group into the hall.
After taking champagne from a server's tray, they walked toward the center of the party.
Truly a high‑society soirée.
The whole venue was lavishly decorated.
The lofty hall, over ten meters high, was brightly lit, with long tables laden with luxurious food and champagne.
The male guests, though varying in looks, were all in formal attire, ties on, each holding a glass of champagne, mingling in small groups or alone.
The atmosphere exuded high‑end luxury.
Although the models from the Victoria's Secret show were present, most of the "wild" models were already mingling in the party.
All colors of legs were on display.
The colors varied, but the lengths were uniformly even.
No legs shorter than 1.7 meters were seen.
Seeing the delicate mixed‑race faces, the striking black pearls and the elf‑like white pearls, the men couldn't help but grin lewdly.
Qi Yuan swallowed a sip of champagne and dabbed the foam at his mouth.
"Whoa, after staying in the country so long, this is my first time seeing so many Giant Girls. Shouldn't the pose change? Should they all start moving??"
Wang Congcong glanced at his watch, "No rush, the Supermodels should be here in a few minutes. We'll move once they arrive."
The others exchanged glances and nodded tacitly.
Honestly, the models here are all quite attractive and have great figures.
Compared to the earlier Supermodels, some present even outshine them by miles.
But beauty aside, like men, some situations aren't about looks at all.
Why do Victoria's Secret Babes attract so many fans? Is it truly because they're celestial beauties?
Not necessarily; many don't even meet ordinary aesthetic standards.
It's just that the title 'Supermodel' adds a certain sentiment when you enjoy it.
After all, they have a stage aura, so the thrill feels different.
I believe any man given the chance would choose a Supermodel over an unknown passerby.
As Wang Congcong said, a few minutes later the Supermodels began arriving one after another.
When the Supermodels arrived, the venue instantly heated up.
Men started getting restless, and the previously dazzling Supermodels turned into social butterflies.
Some pretended to eat delicately, others actively sought their preferred targets.
Not only the men had several backup targets, the women did as well.