At this moment, Wang Yuyan was sitting quietly by the bed, slowly blowing her hair dry with a hairdryer in her hand.
Her gaze was hazy and gentle, a faint smile playing on her lips, as if she were anticipating something.
Soon, Jiang Cheng entered the room on the second floor.
As soon as he opened the door, he saw Wang Yuyan looking at him with a smile.
However, Jiang Cheng merely returned her smile and was not driven by impulse.
He walked directly towards the bathroom without a word.
In less than ten minutes, Jiang Cheng emerged from the bathroom.
He was wearing a loose bathrobe, the belt casually tied around his waist, and his slightly open collar subtly revealed his muscular chest.
His eight-pack abs were distinctly sculpted, each one exuding masculine charm.
Wang Yuyan's gaze was involuntarily drawn to him; her throat moved unconsciously as she swallowed.
An ambiguous and tense atmosphere filled the air.
Wang Yuyan's eyes were full of desire and anticipation.
Jiang Cheng, with confident composure, walked up to her and smirked, "Time to eat?"
Wang Yuyan's face flushed prettily, "Of course."
"Then prepare to welcome the Holy Light!"
Feeling the warm touch on her face, Wang Yuyan turned her head away and giggled, "Ah! You're annoying, I can't open my eyes."
...The two of them were in the throes of passion, going at it with full fervor.
Meanwhile, the online 'gossip' was changing non-stop, like waves crashing one after another.
Although the incident of Jiang Cheng's laferrari crashing into a mclaren had been suppressed, many netizens had already saved screenshots.
It began to be discussed on other platforms.
Moreover, there were so many people at the scene at the time, and a small number of them had even filmed videos.
This news not only caused a huge sensation online.
Even within the Second-generation rich circles of Modu, Jiang Cheng's reputation had risen to an unprecedented height.
Although Jiang Cheng was not from Modu City, the SCC Club, after all, represented the local Modu, and his arrogant behavior truly made the Second-generation rich of Modu feel proud.
The night was not yet deep, but a new hot search quietly exploded online.
[SCC President Huang Qing Accused of Drug Use, Urine Test Shows Positive.]
As soon as this hot search was posted, it attracted the attention of many netizens.
Even more netizens began to @ his ex-wife, Huang Yi, online.
"Oh, I'm sorry, it seems I really misunderstood Sister before, but now I believe it, because drug users do commit domestic violence."
"Huang Yi, she must be too happy to sleep tonight."
"Speaking of which, have their lawsuits finished? I want to hear the gossip."
Comments poured in like a tide, some full of sympathy, others with a hint of sarcasm.
Netizens expressed their support for Huang Yi and their indignation at Huang Qing's actions.
This once prominent wealthy couple had now become the focus of public attention again in such a way.
In this noisy online world, people's emotions were amplified by the events, and perhaps only Huang Yi herself could truly understand her feelings.
Perhaps she felt a hint of relief, because the truth had finally come out.
Perhaps she also felt helpless, because this storm was bound to bring new troubles to her life.
But more likely, it was a feeling of exhilaration, because Huang Qing's downfall meant she no longer had to endure those troublesome lawsuits with him... The next morning, sunlight streamed into the room through a gap in the curtains.
Huang Qing, the once brilliant SCC President, was now in such a sorry state, which was truly regrettable... The next morning, sunlight streamed into the room through a gap in the curtains.
Wang Yuyan usually woke up very early, but today she was uncharacteristically still sound asleep.
Jiang Cheng turned his head, his gaze falling on her charming figure, and he involuntarily reached out, wrapping an arm around her smooth waist.
The silky touch spread through his body like an electric current, instantly activating the man's passive skills.
Feeling the slight movement on her body, Wang Yuyan seemed to notice something as well.
She barely managed to open her heavy eyelids, her eyes showing a hint of laziness and confusion.
Her hand quickly covered her mouth, as if trying to suppress the sound that was about to escape.
Then, she said in a pleading tone, "Husband, aren't you tired?"
Jiang Cheng gently kissed Wang Yuyan's fragrant shoulder, teasing, "You're all talk and no action, aren't you?"
Seeing Jiang Cheng still moving.
Wang Yuyan lightly bit her lip and whispered, "I... it's you who's too abnormal. By the way, when did I fall asleep last night? I don't think I've showered yet."
Her voice carried a hint of weariness and confusion, as if she was still a bit hazy about what happened last night.
Jiang Cheng gently stroked her hair.
"Don't wash yet, do it later."
"Ah, wait, I..."
...Early in the morning, the atmosphere in the SCC Club's headquarters was unusually heavy, with members rarely gathered together.
The usual banter was gone, and everyone's face was etched with seriousness.
The Second-generation rich sat on the sofas, anxiously smoking and discussing future plans.
"Did you see the news last night?" someone asked in a low voice. "Does anyone know the specifics?"
"Is Huang Qing really doing drugs?" another person immediately followed up. "Those of you close to him should know something, right?"
"What should we do? If Huang Qing really is doing drugs, will we be implicated?"
"We need to find a way to clarify this; we can't let this affect the club's reputation," another person suggested.
Discussions rose and fell, with the Second-generation rich expressing their opinions.
However, everyone's heart was filled with uncertainty and fear.
This sudden news instantly plunged their world into chaos.
As they talked, everyone's gaze once again focused on the Second-generation rich who was closely associated with Huang Qing.
Seeing everyone looking at him, his face instantly turned a bit flustered: "I don't know either, how would I know such a thing?"
After returning home last night, he was so nervous he didn't sleep a wink.
Huang Qing had only been taken in for a few hours when the news of his drug use broke out.
He himself, due to his closeness to Huang Qing, had also gotten involved with that stuff.
At this moment, he was not only worried about Huang Qing's fate but also anxious about his own future.
He could only silently pray that Huang Qing would not expose them.
"Where are Chen Ming and Lin Chong? Why haven't they come?
His voice was tinged with anxiety, and his tightly furrowed brows revealed his inner unease.
After speaking, he quickly picked up his phone, ready to message them.
However, before his finger could fully press the send button, he saw messages from the other two.
"Brother, we're already on the plane. Just wanted to tell you, run as soon as possible."
Just a few words, but they struck his heart like a giant rock.
His face instantly turned pale, as if all the blood had drained from it.
Last night they had called each other, assuring him and swearing that Huang Qing would never expose them to preserve his connections.
But who would have thought that upon waking, these two would flee without warning, leaving him here alone to face the potential crisis?
"Damn it!" he couldn't help but curse, a mix of anger, disappointment, and helplessness intertwining in his heart.
He never imagined that his former brothers would abandon him at such a critical moment, leaving him in such a difficult situation.
At this moment, he felt incredibly lonely and desperate, unsure how to face the unfolding situation.
His sudden roar shattered the tranquility of the conference room, startling everyone.
"What's wrong? What's with the tantrum!" someone exclaimed in astonishment.
"Exactly, what do we do now? Huang Qing is probably finished this time," another person anxiously echoed.
"A drug user, even if released, doesn't deserve to be our club's president anymore!"
As everyone started discussing again, the man, pale-faced and flustered, stood up and stammered, "I... I have something to do, I'll... I'll leave first."
His hands trembling, he opened his phone to a ticketing app, anxiously checking for the latest flights abroad, while staggering towards the door.
However, before he could reach his supercar.
A piercing Police siren suddenly blared, growing louder as it approached.
Hearing the sound, the young man's body instantly stiffened, and he stood rooted to the spot in despair.
He knew he had nowhere to run.
Whether he stayed here or drove to the airport now, the outcome would be the same.
Perhaps he would even be stopped before he could enter airport security.
His eyes were filled with fear and despair, as if his entire world had collapsed at that moment.
His heart pounded furiously, large beads of sweat broke out on his forehead, and his body trembled uncontrollably.
The sound of the Police car grew closer, each blare like a heavy hammer striking his heart, making his breathing more and more rapid.
At this moment, his legs felt as if they were filled with lead, unable to take another step... Hearing the commotion, everyone immediately walked out of the conference room.
They watched dumbfounded as the man was unceremoniously taken away by the Police.
Everyone's face was filled with confusion and shock, as if time had frozen at that moment.
Their club had undergone a drastic change since yesterday, and many had not yet adjusted to this sudden shift.
After putting the man in the car, the Police immediately approached the group of Second-generation rich and then sternly said to them, "Please cooperate with our investigation."
Seeing the Police's voice filled with firmness and unquestionable authority.
The group was immediately even more surprised.
Someone, after regaining their composure, asked in confusion, "Cooperate with what investigation?"
"Your SCC President Huang Qing was arrested for drug use. According to reports, he is also suspected of drug dealing, so please cooperate with a blood draw and urine test."
The officer's reply instantly flustered the SCC members.
"What does that mean? Just because Huang Qing uses drugs doesn't mean we do too!" someone shouted excitedly, his voice tinged with panic and grievance.
"Exactly, his drug use is his business, what does it have to do with us?"
"We're all good citizens, we don't do that kind of stuff," said the one who seemed a bit guilty.
"Everyone, calm down, this is just a routine check, please cooperate..." The Police's tone remained firm, but also carried a hint of reassurance.
However, this could not calm the unease and fear in the hearts of the SCC members.
In this tense atmosphere, the emotions of these Second-generation rich surged like a tide.
Some protested angrily, feeling they were being unfairly treated.
Others anxiously wrung their hands, at a loss for what to do.
Still others silently watched it all, their hearts filled with helplessness and worry.
Despite the myriad emotions in their hearts.
They eventually cooperated with the blood draw and urine test at the Police's request.
At this moment, perhaps there was grievance, perhaps dissatisfaction, but more than anything, there was uncertainty and fear for the future... After a morning of intense activity, Wang Yuyan was utterly exhausted.
Clutching the bedsheet tightly, she trembled for a while before falling into a deep sleep again.
Jiang Cheng gently caressed her flushed cheek.
After watching her for a while, he walked into the bathroom.
A few minutes later, Jiang Cheng quietly left the bedroom and then went downstairs alone for lunch.
Seeing Jiang Cheng descend the stairs looking refreshed, Xia Li, who was waiting by the dining table, immediately stepped forward and uncovered the dishes one by one.
Her movements were gentle, and her eyes showed concern.
Then, she thoughtfully served Young Master Jiang a steaming bowl of old hen soup.
"Young Master Jiang, good afternoon. Has Miss Wang not come down yet?"
"She's tired, let her sleep a bit longer. She can eat later."
Seeing Jiang Cheng's voice was low and gentle, seemingly with a hint of tenderness.
Xia Li's face flushed slightly, and her eyes revealed understanding and shyness.
Recalling the wild sounds from earlier, she instantly understood everything.
As was customary, when it was almost noon, Xia Li would wait by Jiang Cheng's door, ready to follow his instructions at any time.
However, after waiting for a while, she heard intoxicating sounds of pleasure coming from Jiang Cheng's room.
The sounds made Xia Li's heart beat faster involuntarily.
She didn't even know why, but she just stood there quietly and listened for a good while.
Thinking back, Xia Li's eyes couldn't help but avoid looking at Jiang Cheng.
Lowering her head, she said to Jiang Cheng, "For today's lunch, I specially stewed fresh bamboo shoot and old hen soup for you. Please try it; it's not greasy at all and very nourishing."
Jiang Cheng felt that Xia Li seemed to be hinting at something, and the corners of his mouth curved slightly.
With his hearing, he had already known that Xia Li was at his door at noon.
At this moment, he understood even more why she was blushing.
"Xia Li, my body is very good, so I don't need nourishment, but you, on the other hand, could use some. Make more soup for yourself when you're free; I like plump and cute girls."
Hearing Jiang Cheng's words, Xia Li did not thank him.
She thought of the two women beside Jiang Cheng.