Jiang Cheng had already suggested she quit her job here, but Wang Yuyan had refused at the time.
Even though Jiang Cheng deposited money into her card every month,
she said she didn't want to stay home with nothing to do.
She hadn't expected Jiang Cheng to bring it up again today.
Jiang Cheng sensed the uneasiness in Wang Yuyan's heart;
he didn't answer her directly
but phrased it differently.
"Of course not—that's only a small part of it. My woman should serve only me; the thought of you facing other people makes me jealous. Mostly, though, I want better choices for you."
As expected, Wang Yuyan's lips curved into a delighted smile.
Her mind latched onto the fact that Jiang Cheng was jealous for her sake.
"You're jealous? Actually, I hardly meet anyone. Since you booked the suite, only one couple has stayed, and we get just a handful of clients a month. Nothing would ever happen, so relax."
"With a face like yours, how can I relax? I'm only asking. Since you're with me, I want to give you a better life—materially and in terms of options."
"Options?"
Jiang Cheng explained, "If you truly love the industry, I won't interfere, but if there's another job or career you want, I can help."
Wang Yuyan shivered; his concern warmed her.
She had wondered about her future but never found a good way to change it.
She knew she'd been fighting her way up in hotel management.
She excelled at it, yet she wasn't sure she loved it.
Wang Yuyan fell silent at his words.
She'd chosen hotel management only because her parents thought it offered easy employment.
She'd studied hard to succeed in the field,
but time showed her ceiling was fixed.
Even becoming a lobby manager wouldn't change much.
Her income, her life—nothing would really improve.
She lifted her head, eyes full of doubt.
"I can't say I love it—only that I'm good at it. My major was hotel management. Let me think. I've never asked myself what I want; the question always felt unrealistic. If I switch fields now, I wouldn't know where to start."
"Take your time. Whatever ideas or doubts you have, tell me."
Jiang Cheng nodded; he understood this was part of why Wang Yuyan had first chosen him.
They'd started with a transaction, but feelings had grown, so he should arrange things for her.
Seeing him plan so considerately, Wang Yuyan felt her heart melt.
At first she'd simply wanted to trade her limited youth for value,
but the deeper they connected, the more she realized Jiang Cheng wasn't like other rich men.
Half an hour later Jiang Cheng reached the international racetrack entrance.
Unlike the smooth drive there, the club gate was crowded.
Over a dozen reporters with cameras blocked the way, plus scantily clad grid girls.
All eyes were fixed on the supercars arriving.
The moment Jiang Cheng's laferrari appeared, cameras fired at its flanks and rear.
Today's gathering boasted many supercars, yet the laferrari remained the star.
After all, as one of the "three holy cars," its rarity is self-evident.
Inside the car Jiang Cheng felt the stares and flashes but showed no discomfort.
Apparently briefed, the press aimed their lenses at the car's sides, never at his face—something he appreciated.
Not every Second-generation rich likes the spotlight.
Some prefer low profiles and keep their lives private.
Top-tier heirs are scrutinized for status and wealth,
so they guard their privacy even more.
Search online and you'll find almost nothing; they don't want public attention.
Jiang Cheng happens to be one who dislikes being discussed.
Beside him, Wang Yuyan stared at the bustling track day, nervous.
Her eyes widened as she looked around,
then whispered, "So many supercars—anyone would think this is a motor show."
Noticing her excitement and nerves, Jiang Cheng smiled and patted her hand.
"Relax, it's just a regular track day."
He eased the laferrari through the gate.
Everywhere he looked were supercars of every brand.
Almost all cost more than two million;
each gleamed with irresistible allure.
The variety of marques and models dazzled the eye.
"To join this club you need at least a million-yuan porsche 911, plus a three-month probation," he said.
Wang Yuyan clicked her tongue.
"That strict? Are you a member?"
Jiang Cheng shook his head. "I'm not interested."
As he spoke, he spotted Qin Fen scanning the roadside, looking for someone.
The instant Jiang Cheng's gaze landed on him, Qin Fen hurried over.
He guided Jiang Cheng to a parking spot.
Once out, Qin Fen beamed. "Old Jiang, finally! Everyone's in the lounge."
He politely nodded to Wang Yuyan as well.
Most men bring arm-candy, but Qin Fen greeted her only out of respect for Jiang Cheng.