Seeing Wang Jian reaching out with both hands, Jiang Cheng didn't even think before blocking him: "Stop, stop. Hurry up and drive back. Can't you see the young lady is still waiting for me?"
"Right, right, right, can't delay Brother Cheng's business," Wang Jian hurriedly agreed, then quickly restarted the car.
Before long, the two arrived at the External Liaison Department's meeting room.
At this moment, they were standing at the back door of the meeting room, looking inside.
The classroom was already packed with students.
A quick glance showed that the vast majority were girls.
Right now, these girls were gathered together, chirping away while happily eating snacks and discussing things enthusiastically.
In this lively atmosphere, Shen Mengjia's vicinity was particularly eye-catching.
While she might not have such a grand presence in front of Jiang Cheng, in the eyes of others, Shen Mengjia was undoubtedly a bona fide beauty.
Every smile and frown of hers attracted the gazes of those around her, making her the focus of everyone's attention.
Many girls surrounded her, all talking at once.
"Mengjia, didn't you add the President on wechat? Quickly ask him if he's coming or not!"
"Yeah, we've been waiting for so long. I didn't make it back in time for the last dinner, so I didn't get to see him."
"Exactly, exactly, go ahead and ask."
In reality, the person Shen Mengjia was messaging on wechat was Wang Jian, not Jiang Cheng.
This was because she didn't even have Jiang Cheng's wechat.
However, she was used to showing off in front of others.
For some reason, as soon as she spoke, it was as if she really had added Jiang Cheng's wechat, directly telling others that she was chatting with him.
To prevent her lie from being exposed, Shen Mengjia somewhat unnaturally smoothed a stray hair by her ear and then said with feigned composure, "Don't worry, he said he'll definitely come. Let's wait a bit longer; maybe he's driving right now. It's not good to rush him too much."
As soon as she finished speaking, a man with a tattooed arm walked over. With a look of disdain on his face, he mocked, "What kind of External Liaison Department head is he? Didn't he just get the position through connections? Who even elected him? He's clearly a nepotism hire."
"Shen Chong, can you stop talking? We weren't talking to you, so don't butt in," Shen Mengjia responded with some irritation.
"Mengjia, I only said one thing. Is there any need to be so angry? What's so good about him? Look, I got this tattoo specifically for you. It doesn't just have your initials; there's even a heart."
As Shen Chong spoke, he pointed to his somewhat red and swollen tattooed arm, a smug smile spreading across his face.
He seemed to be waiting for Shen Mengjia's praise.
Hearing this, Shen Mengjia narrowed her eyes to take a look. Soon, her expression instantly turned dark, and she said with a face full of disgust, "What on earth is that? It's hideous!"
Shen Chong's originally smiling face instantly collapsed upon seeing Shen Mengjia's reaction, replaced by utter disappointment.
He said with a hint of bitterness in his voice, "How is it hideous? You don't know how much this hurt. I endured it for so long just for you."
Shen Mengjia's face showed an even deeper sense of disgust.
She responded coldly, "I didn't ask you to get a tattoo. It was your own wishful thinking, and now you're blaming me?"
"I thought you liked this kind of thing. Didn't you post a photo of a tattooed guy yesterday?" Shen Chong's voice was mixed with a bit of grievance.
This was the typical simp.
They immersed themselves in the other person's social updates every day, then began to overthink and torture themselves, trying to capture some hint from a few words to find what the other person liked.
"That was my idol. How can you compare to him?" Shen Mengjia's tone became increasingly dismissive, as if Shen Chong's affection was a cheap nuisance.
Shen Mengjia turned her head and looked at the other girls with cold eyes.
She asked, "Do you guys think the tattoo on his arm looks good?" Her tone carried a hint of disdain and mockery.
Some girls couldn't help but frown, feeling that Shen Mengjia's behavior was really a bit much.
One of the girls couldn't resist speaking up for Shen Chong: "I think it's actually quite romantic for a boy to do this for you." Her voice held a trace of pity.
"Yeah, I heard getting a tattoo requires great willpower. Looking at this one, it must have taken at least several hours. His arm is even swollen," another girl chimed in, her eyes showing sympathy for Shen Chong.
Despite this, Shen Chong turned a deaf ear to these suggestive words.
He was even afraid that Shen Mengjia would misunderstand, so he immediately promised her, "Mengjia, I won't. I won't date any other girls. I promise to only like you."
Hearing this, Shen Mengjia's loathing for Shen Chong was palpable, even reaching an unbearable level.
But being publicly declared love by such a devoted boy in front of everyone still caused a trace of imperceptible smugness to appear on her face.
"Enough, don't say anymore. I don't want Jiang Cheng to misunderstand," Shen Mengjia said again with feigned delicacy.
This kind of manipulative, "Green Tea" behavior made the girls who had just spoken up for Shen Chong secretly roll their eyes.
Seeing that Shen Chong hadn't listened to their kind words at all,
They helplessly lowered their heads and began playing with their phones.
However, some girls led by Shen Mengjia held different opinions.
They keenly realized that Shen Chong was just one of Shen Mengjia's many pursuers, just a small fish in her pond.
And usually, they didn't tease Shen Chong any less.
"Shen Chong, look at you. You used to be a clean-cut, handsome guy, but now you've become like this. You have the vibe of a hoodlum."
"Exactly. With you looking like this, who would dare be your girlfriend? When you stand next to Mengjia, aren't you afraid people will think she's a bad girl?" another girl chimed in, her words laced with mockery.
As soon as that girl finished, another immediately followed: "Although tattoos look cool, my parents would definitely not agree to me dating this kind of boyfriend..." Shen Chong was flustered by the girls' chatter, and his voice carried a hint of grievance and confusion: "But doesn't Mengjia's idol have tattoos too?"
"He's an idol, who are you? Can you even be compared to him?" one girl immediately retorted, her tone full of disdain.
"His tattoos are called cool and stylish. You tattooing this is just being a dumbass." Another girl's words were even sharper, deeply stinging Shen Chong's heart.
Shen Chong felt his dignity being ruthlessly trampled under their feet, his eyes filled with pain and anger.
"Aren't you guys just a bunch of hypocrites with double standards?"