Early the next morning, Jiang Cheng suddenly felt a warm, tight sensation.
It started from his core and surged straight toward his brain, firing up every nerve.
As the tension in his body kept building, he finally couldn't help but open his eyes.
Throwing back the quilt, he found a round little head hiding under the blanket.
Realizing Jiang Cheng was awake, Xia Meng looked up at him with bright, shy eyes.
Jiang Cheng chuckled. "Xia Meng, I can tell you were really hungry."
Feeling his big hand stroking her head, Xia Meng lowered it again… Two hours later, cheeks faintly flushed, she climbed into the back seat of the rolls-royce beside him.
Noticing the faint shadows under her eyes, Jiang Cheng said gently, "You came over so late last night and then played that round of pubg so hard—no wonder you're sleepy."
Xia Meng yawned. "I was afraid you'd leave before I got here, so after dropping Grandma at Auntie's I rushed straight over."
"Then close your eyes and nap."
When Jiang Cheng reclined her seat into sleep-mode, Xia Meng nodded, touched.
The rolls-royce's seats were so comfortable she could fall asleep even while the car was moving.
Once her breathing steadied, Jiang Cheng took out his phone and opened Weibo.
After logging in he quickly spotted the hot search post Zhou Ying had sent him.
Tapping in, he saw the account's gender was listed as female—further confirmation it was Teacher Huang's Weibo.
Scrolling back, he realized she'd been promoting Changyi Hope Primary School for more than a year.
Yet each post had only a handful of likes and comments.
In contrast, the morning's photo of him already had tens of thousands of replies.
The disparity made Jiang Cheng thoughtful.
Teacher Huang had posted about volunteer teaching for a year without notice; one candid shot of him and traffic exploded.
Many commenters said they wanted to bring love to Changyi Hope Primary School, some even offering to teach as volunteers.
Clearly, everything needs publicity.
In this era, traffic is king.
He rarely used Weibo; his last activity had been back in Sophomore Year of high school.
Curious, he checked his own old posts.
One glance made him cringe hard enough to "dig out a two-bedroom apartment with his toes."
Back then he'd been simping for Zhao Jia, so his QQ updates, WeChat moments, and even Weibo were full of her.
"I love you—it has nothing to do with you…"
"So what if she keeps me on the hook? Why doesn't she hook others? That means she loves me…"
Reading those simp quotes, Jiang Cheng thanked heaven the mighty netizens hadn't unearthed this account yet.
Otherwise he'd become the second Wang Congcong.
Back when Wang Congcong went viral, people dug up his old Weibo and discovered that the rich second-gen had once been a total simp too.
Fingers flying, Jiang Cheng deleted dozens of posts, leaving only a few wordless landscape shots.
After making sure nothing embarrassing remained, he reposted Teacher Huang's appeal: "Thank you all for caring about Changyi Hope Primary School. Having seen its hardships firsthand, I hope to fund the rebuilding of more Hope Primary Schools so children in the mountains can study in better environments. If you know of schools as needy as Changyi Hope Primary School, please DM me."
He then forwarded the link to Su Wan and Yu Xiaoxiao.
He asked the celebrities under his company to share it as well.
His personal account was still a blank slate; even with a repost, the message would likely sink without a ripple.
But if Su Wan and a few of his other artists shared it…
He'd just checked—Su Wan's follower count was approaching five million.
Not yet top-tier, but already the level of a breakout traffic star.
With her repost, plus his own buzz, attention would snowball… The return trip was smooth, nothing like the morning traffic jam.
A few hours later the car rolled back into the capital.
Soon the rolls-royce stopped beneath the apartment complex Jiang Cheng had bought for Xia Meng.
Before getting out, Xia Meng leaned in for a lingering French kiss.
Anticipating it, Jiang Cheng discreetly raised his window and the front partition.
Minutes later Xia Meng finally stepped out with her suitcase and headed into the complex.
Once she disappeared, a red Ferrari parked nearby finally opened its door and a pair of long, fair legs emerged.
A figure in red stepped out, bending gracefully.
The bend drew her ample chest even more prominently into view.
Ink-black hair tumbled over a crimson body-hugging dress; her doll-perfect face was hidden behind black sunglasses.
She straightened, a sensual smile curving her lips as she walked toward Jiang Cheng's rolls-royce.