Watching Liu Yan's flirtatious posturing, Jiang Cheng couldn't help recalling Fang Yuan.
Both were thirty-seven, yet they felt worlds apart.
While Fang Yuan's figure might not be as fiery as Liu Yan's,
she looked younger and more delicate, as though time had barely touched her—she and eighteen-year-old Zhou Ying could pass for sisters.
Liu Yan was certainly glamorous, but up close the years showed.
At his side, Wang Congcong noticed Jiang Cheng's gaze leave Liu Yan almost immediately.
With a grin he teased, "You're not hosting today—what brings you here?"
Liu Yan smiled sweetly. "Young Master Wang doesn't know, but hosting is tough these days. I'm trying film and TV, dropping by sets for cameos. Word said investors might appear tonight, so I rushed over to see if anyone would chat about a script."
Her words carried a well-known implication; the industry is a cesspool.
They say the circle is chaos, and Jiang Cheng's mind jumped straight to the infamous "script-gate."
Actors trade scripts with actors; stars trade them with investors.
"Young Master Jiang, let me toast you. If a suitable script appears, I hope you'll think of me and give me a chance to discuss it." Liu Yan cooed, leaning closer.
Her full breasts pressed unabashedly against Jiang Cheng's arm, brushing with every slight shift.
The closeness drew his eyes downward.
Such size was rare.
Among the women he knew, only Zhou Ying and Su Wan could rival them.
Liu Yan herself wasn't tall—about 1.62 m—so even in 10-cm heels she barely topped 1.70 m.
From Jiang Cheng's height, a small dip of her neckline threatened to turn the gown into a vacuum, spring about to spill.
A glance made his brow twitch.
Damn—talk of vacuum and it really was vacuum.
Beneath the dress, not a scrap of fabric.
Right before him loomed two huge purple "fruit pellets."
That shade, against paler pinks, showed some years.
Below a softly rounded belly lay, as he'd guessed, darkness.
Height really can be an advantage.
Take Wang Congcong beside him: to enjoy the same view he'd need Liu Yan willingly bend forward and offer the scenery herself.
Yet despite her flaws,
at this moment her sultry aura blazed like fire, igniting desire inside Jiang Cheng.
Such is a woman's unique power.
A siren like Liu Yan, even if her lower half had lost its edge—even if it might deduct points after enjoyment—
could still claim the title of a natural juicer on the strength of the upper arsenal alone.
After all, the top has its own pleasures.
Jiang Cheng curved a smile and called to Yang Mi in the distance: "I'm curious—are you bigger, or is Yang Mi?"
Liu Yan answered confidently, "Of course I'm bigger. Hers look large visually, but I'm much bigger. If Young Master Jiang doesn't believe, you can feel for yourself…"
Jiang Cheng discreetly pushed her aside. "True, you do look a lot bigger—so big the crow's-feet show when you smile."
Liu Yan froze.
After all that, he'd meant age?
She'd proudly admitted being older than Yang Mi.
To a woman, age is a landmine.
They compete in subtle ways; sometimes the makeup isn't for men but to outshine other women and savor their envy.
Yet age is what women care about most.
Tell a woman she looks years younger and she beams for days.
But pointing out she looks older—like Jiang Cheng just did—is a crushing blow.
Furious though she was, Liu Yan dared not show it.
She gingerly touched her eye corners,
then assumed a heart-broken look, rubbing his arm again.
"So Young Master Jiang thinks I'm too old? If you dislike these lines, I'll visit the clinic Yang Mi uses tomorrow and have them fixed."
The friction made those highlights brush once more; Jiang Cheng's brows rose.
He hadn't expected such antics at a formal event to feel this thrilling.
Had Su Wan, Yang Mi, Reba and the rest not been present tonight,
and only she been here, he might not have held back—
he was, after all, a very normal man.
Yet despite her public, all-out efforts, Jiang Cheng stayed impassive, eyes drifting elsewhere, utterly unmoved—leaving Liu Yan with a defeat she'd never felt before.
In recent years that weapon had smoothed her path, resources rising.
A casual jiggle and no man had ever refused.
Who could guess this trusty trick would fail before Jiang Cheng?
She couldn't believe a young man's self-control could be this strong.
Could it be… Jiang Cheng was more interested in Yang Mi?