After all, Wang Congcong never mentioned a single word about Qin Fen beside him.
It was precisely this unusual silence that piqued the netizens' curiosity even more.
Everyone began spamming the internet with posts about their new husband.
Soon, some of Jiang Cheng's high-school classmates stepped forward to claim him.
Even some university classmates who were surfing the web posted photos of the donation statue the university had specially erected for Jiang Cheng.
Last time, they had donated ten million yuan to the University of Economics and Trade in Jiang Cheng's name.
Although Jiang Cheng had refused the school's request for a commemorative stele, he wasn't on campus.
In the end, the school not only named the newly renovated auditorium the Jiang Cheng Auditorium, but also erected a sculpture of Jiang Cheng at its entrance.
Jiang Cheng naturally found out about it later.
The moment the sculpture was completed, Lin Qingxue and her roommates texted him right away.
At first glance, Jiang Cheng almost thought he'd passed away; seeing the sculpture at the auditorium entrance made him feel as though he'd already lived for decades.
But the sculpture also served as iron-clad proof of Jiang Cheng's identity.
Once they knew who he was, the resourceful netizens began digging deep into Jiang Cheng's background.
Their digging quickly revealed several companies under Jiang Cheng's name.
Xingchen Entertainment Company, Xingchen Investment Company, and Xingchen Media Company—all solely owned by him.
Xingchen Entertainment has paid-in capital of 200 million yuan, with a 70% stake; Xingchen Investment holds 20%.
Xingchen Investment has paid-in capital of 500 million yuan and is wholly owned.
Xingchen Media has paid-in capital of 200 million yuan, with a 70% stake; Xingchen Investment holds 20%.
After these three companies were uncovered, the online buzz grew even louder.
He started three companies while still in college, and all their registered capital was fully paid in.
In other words, Jiang Cheng parked one billion yuan on the books of these three firms, and every one of them lists him as the sole owner.
For comparison, Wang Congcong's Panda Company only had registered capital of 20 million yuan.
Yet Jiang Cheng had one billion yuan sitting in his accounts.
Coupled with his massive overseas property purchases, netizens everywhere began speculating about Jiang Cheng's true net worth.
Anyone who can casually pull out one billion yuan in cash must be worth at least ten billion.
In no time, the hot term "new national husband" began climbing the trending charts.
The entire internet was searching for Jiang Cheng.
Before long, someone dug up the campus post about Jiang Cheng arriving at school in a porsche.
His handsome face plus a ten-million-yuan supercar with a license plate of five 8s set the netizens ablaze again.
"He's 18 with a net worth of tens of billions, donating ten million to his school, while my 18-year-old self is still hiding under the covers drooling over anime waifus."
"What kind of family lets an 18-year-old live this large?"
"Why's everyone so shallow? Am I the only one floored by his looks? From today on, he's my husband."
"Seeing him drive makes me feel so hot."
"Sorry, Principal Wang, you're great, but I'm shallow—I only care about faces. From this moment on, I'm officially breaking up with you. Jiang Cheng, X me."
"…"
Far overseas, Jiang Cheng had no idea the internet back in China was exploding.
At that moment he was sitting in a sofa chair by the window, swirling a glass of red wine.
Jiang Cheng gently twirled the wineglass, the corner of his mouth hooked in a smile as he watched Jessica performing eagerly before him.