The Girls weren't the only ones now intensely curious about Jiang Cheng; even the men in the room couldn't help sneaking glances at him.
Everyone was secretly guessing what standing this man from China could possibly have to make Joshua greet him so warmly.
He even took the initiative to hand over his own business card.
Clearly, Joshua had never met Jiang Cheng before—this was their very first encounter.
Wang Congcong and Qin Fen watched from a distance as Joshua struck up a conversation with Jiang Cheng, their faces full of disbelief; in that instant they lost all interest in hitting on Girls.
Wang Zheng and Chen Hao were the same; both instinctively turned along with the rest of the cocktail crowd to look toward Jiang Cheng.
Only Qi Yuan wasn't surprised. After one calm glance he went right back to flirting.
After all, once the Wang Hao incident happened, the elders in his family had hauled him into a late-night meeting.
For the sake of the family's political future, his father had spelled out Jiang Cheng's background to him in minute detail.
They didn't expect their foolish son to climb high enough to become Jiang Cheng's lackey.
They only begged him to understand the stakes and not blunder as Wang Hao had, dragging the whole family down.
Qi Yuan also knew he couldn't reach their tier any time soon.
So he never over-thought it; he simply prioritized Jiang Cheng in everything.
Therefore, to Qi Yuan, Joshua's fawning behavior seemed perfectly normal.
Joshua might be impressive, but he was still just a merchant family's heir—whereas Jiang Cheng was something else entirely.
Different countries, same rigid class divide.
After watching for a while Qin Fen couldn't hold his curiosity in check any longer.
Even though the half-blood Girl beside him kept hinting she practiced yoga and could twist into plenty of positions…
Such flirtatious talk would normally have had him immediately taking her to a hotel to admire the view through the living-room's floor-to-ceiling windows.
But right now it only sounded noisy to him.
After sending the woman away, Qin Fen walked straight toward Wang Congcong.
Several Girls were circling Wang Congcong, so Qin Fen didn't barge in, though he kept making small gestures to catch his friend's eye.
When Wang Congcong noticed Qin Fen's frantic signals he rolled his eyes, told the Girls to wait a moment, and walked over. "What? Got a cramp in your eye? Or are you just jealous because I've got more Girls than you?"
Qin Fen wasn't in the mood for jokes. He pointed straight at Jiang Cheng and Joshua and asked, "Old Wang, what's going on with Old Jiang?"
Calm as he looked, his mind was already in turmoil.
Mainly because Joshua's attitude toward Jiang Cheng looked downright humble.
"You dragged me over just for this?" Wang Congcong said, exasperated.
"Didn't you say he's the heir to Yong'an Group? I keep hearing people mutter about how awesome he is—so why's he taking the initiative to chat up Jiang Cheng and hand him a card?"
Wang Congcong gave an impatient shrug. "How should I know?"
He was aware Jiang Cheng's background wasn't simple, but Richest Man Wang had warned him: don't dig too deep; the more you know, the more deliberate you'll seem.
He wasn't the type to over-think, so Wang Congcong simply treated Jiang Cheng as an especially important friend.
Seeing Wang Congcong ignore him, Qin Fen rubbed his chin. "You think Old Jiang got approached just because he's too handsome? Could the Yong'an heir have… special tastes?"
At that, Wang Congcong nearly sprayed champagne everywhere. "Where do you get these ideas? Sure, there are plenty of gays abroad, but if that were the case do you think Jiang Cheng would patiently stand there chatting?"
Qin Fen said nothing; he simply raised an eyebrow and kept watching.
He was usually good at reading people.
"Makes sense. Look—the Yong'an heir is even toasting Jiang Cheng. Something's off. You can tell a lot from the way someone raises his glass."
Wang Congcong knew Qin Fen would keep pestering him until he got an answer.
After glancing at a few long-legged foreign beauties nearby, he lowered his voice and quietly dropped a hint.
"We've hung out for years; I'll let you in on a guess—this might have something to do with Mingsheng Group."
Seeing Wang Congcong knew a bit of inside info, Qin Fen's eyes lit up, then widened in shock. "Mingsheng Group? That giant conglomerate in Kyoto?"
Wang Congcong nodded. "Board member Jiang Chenghong of Mingsheng Group is Jiang Cheng's grandfather."
"Jiang Cheng's… grandfather? You serious?" Qin Fen wore a look that said, "You'd better not be yanking my chain."
Though Qin Fen didn't mingle in Kyoto circles, everyone had heard the name Jiang Chenghong.
His family didn't have huge domestic operations.
But what businessman coming to China hadn't heard that name?
Wang Congcong understood Qin Fen's reaction.
When he'd first learned Jiang Chenghong was Jiang Cheng's grandfather he'd been just as stunned.
Take his old man, Richest Man Wang—already famous across China, right?
After Wang Congcong came back and started his ventures, any tiny move shot straight to the hot search list on Social Media Platform.
Though Richest Man Wang used to keep a low profile, ever since Wang Congcong began courting the spotlight through social media, Wanda's fame had only grown.
But Mingsheng Group's reputation was rock-solid; they never needed that sort of publicity.
In China, who didn't recognize the name Mingsheng Group?
"You've heard of Wang Hao, right?"
Qin Fen nodded. "Qi Yuan mentioned him— the second-gen kid who clashed with Old Jiang?"
Wang Congcong nodded. "After the clash Wang Hao stabbed himself, got bandaged up at the hospital, and was immediately shipped abroad by his family—yet their troubles keep piling up."
Wang Congcong gave Qin Fen a condensed recap of that day's events.
Seeing Qin Fen's shocked face, Wang Congcong patted his shoulder. "That's the gist of it."
From the moment Wang Congcong said "his grandfather is Jiang Chenghong," Qin Fen had believed it.
Wang Congcong might usually act flippant, but he wouldn't joke about something like this.
Besides, it matched Qin Fen's own suspicions.
Though he'd once investigated Jiang Cheng's background, he'd never dug up anything concrete.
But Jiang Cheng's day-to-day spending and strength clearly went beyond "son of a construction-company boss."
Whoever heard of a construction-company heir with tens of billions sitting in his bank account?
Honestly, even his old man's liquid assets might not match Jiang Cheng's.