When Heidi stepped out, she was greeted by the sight; she stood frozen in the doorway.
What stunned her was that Jiang Cheng, still in his bathrobe, was calmly sipping red wine.
By contrast, Xu Ya—being a Foreigner—thought herself open-minded, yet faced with this scene…
Heidi decided she definitely belonged to the conservative camp.
Jiang Cheng took occasional sips of wine, his gaze drifting toward the floor.
Noticing Heidi rooted in place, Jiang Cheng asked, "See?"
Heidi opened her mouth but could only whisper, "Am I… interrupting?"
"Not at all. You're right on time. Let me see yours too."
With that he extended a hand in invitation—and they kept it up until nightfall.
At eight that evening Jiang Cheng finally woke.
He saw the two of them dead asleep beside him.
After a stretch he headed straight for the bathroom.
A quick rinse later, he left the room and made for the hotel restaurant.
When he arrived, Wang Congcong was already at the table, yawning with exhaustion.
Seeing Jiang Cheng so chipper, Wang Congcong teased, "I heard you turned in with two caddies. You look this fresh—sure you only slept?"
When Jiang Cheng flashed five fingers, Wang Congcong burst out: "Bullshit! Two or three rounds and I'm done, yet you…"
Halfway through he waved it off. "Forget it—can't compete with you youngsters."
He slid the menu over. "Starving. I ordered already; see if there's anything else you want."
"Go ahead and eat if you're hungry."
Wang Congcong gave a wry smile. Had it been someone like Qin Fen, he'd have dug in without asking, but with Jiang Cheng he held back.
He changed the subject: "Actually, I've been wanting to talk about my Fierce Cat TV."
Seeing Wang Congcong finally broach it, Jiang Cheng nodded for him to continue.
"Those damn shareholders—when I started Fierce Cat TV, they forced their way in, banking on my name. Now that the platform's famous, they gang up to squeeze me out and strip my control. Bastards make my blood boil every time I think of them!"
Fuming, Wang Congcong downed a tall glass of water.
Once he calmed, Jiang Cheng asked, "The original investors—Qihoo 360, Origin Stone Capital, LeEco?"
Wang Congcong nodded. "Exactly. Only three live-stream giants left, and the other two keep undercutting us. Investors won't touch us; even Zheng Zhigang won't fund us. If this keeps up, I'll face bankruptcy."
Jiang Cheng pondered, then said simply, "Easy—ask your dad."
Wang Congcong spread his hands. "If he were willing, why come to you? He's no internet guy—wanted me in e-commerce like Taobao. He thinks I'm just playing around; nothing I do is serious in his eyes.