Zhong Chuxi saw this and jumped into the chat too.
Watching her tap messages while muttering curses at Zhou Zhiyun, Zhou Ying asked, "You two have beef?"
Zhou Ying remembered Zhou Zhiyun was Jiang Cheng's good friend.
Zhong Chuxi shook her head, pouting. "This guy spams me with weird stuff every day—sometimes it's infuriating."
Zhou Ying caught the drift and leaned in, eyes sparkling. "Is he chasing you?"
Zhong Chuxi blushed. "Doesn't really feel like it."
"Not like it? Then why are you turning red?"
She frowned. "I'm not sure. He checks on me every day, but it feels more like he's playing with me than courting me. Tonight he asked me out, and I was still deciding—then half the girls in the chat said he invited them too. Mass text, right? Isn't that maddening?"
She handed her phone to Zhou Ying.
Zhou Zhiyun: I won't simp for you anymore.
Zhong Chuxi:??
Zhou Zhiyun: I'm serious about you, and you label me "simp #2, owns one flat"?
Zhong Chuxi: "Sorry, I'll delete it. I just thought it was funny, nothing more."
Zhou Zhiyun: "Don't delete—change it to simp #1. I now own two flats. Remember, my parents bought me one for my coming-of-age."
Zhong Chuxi: "Never knew you cared about rankings."
Zhou Zhiyun: "Of course. Weather's turned cold—dress warmly. By my math your period's due; drink hot water."
Zhong Chuxi: "Thanks, you're oddly thoughtful."
Zhou Zhiyun: "Easy—just a quick message."
Zhong Chuxi: "..."
Zhou Zhiyun: "What's that mean?"
Zhou Ying stifled a laugh, snapped a screenshot, and sent it to Jiang Cheng.
Jiang Cheng was touring Deer Lake's villa cluster with Cheng Gui.
He opened Zhou Ying's message.
He spotted Zhou Zhiyun and Zhong Chuxi's avatars and chuckled.
Zhou Zhiyun texted him for help.
"Jiang Cheng, rescue me in the chat. I wanted to flex your Tycoon status to impress girls—now I've crashed. Your ex just popped up too; I don't know how to fix this..."
Jiang Cheng scrolled; they were discussing his house-hunting.
After the crash, Zhao Jia @'d him wanting to join tonight's dinner.
He replied: "I'm bringing Zhou Ying—don't mess it up."
Zhou Zhiyun answered instantly: "You're bringing Zhou Ying?? Then I'll pass. My doctor says I have social phobia—eighteen years single, can't handle PDA."
Jiang Cheng typed: "Zhou Ying's with Zhong Chuxi; I'll ask her to bring her along?"
Three seconds later: "Yes, Dad—I'll be ready..."
Cheng Gui noticed Jiang Cheng on his phone. "Xiao Jiang, not liking this place?"
Jiang Cheng shook his head. "It's fine—just handled something urgent."
"Good. So, what about this villa? It's the best layout I reserved.
The cluster uses neo-classic style, blending Chinese and Western lines for vertical lift and horizontal flow.
Natural stone and premium brick give a noble, elegant façade. Inside, every room has its own light and air; the whole villa feels open and bright.
Private garden, pool, gym, sauna, cinema, full smart-home—control it all from your phone.
Shops, dining, entertainment nearby, and only ten minutes from your home—close enough?"
Jiang Cheng surveyed the thousand-square-meter mansion. "Luxurious yet restrained—four bedrooms, perfect, and the view's great."