Upon reaching the west side of the plaza, Chen Ping went to park the car and make arrangements.
Jiang Cheng, meanwhile, took Fang Yuan and Zhou Ying to look around the nearby area.
It was not yet five o'clock, and the sky had not fully brightened.
It was clear that it had snowed last night.
Thick piles of snow hung on the branches, making them look like they were wearing pristine white cotton jackets.
The entire city seemed not yet awake.
Walking along the road, there were many sweeping machines and thickly dressed sanitation workers clearing the accumulated snow from the ground.
Without the car to shield them, the cold air began to assault them head-on.
The stinging wind blew across their faces.
Zhou Ying and Fang Yuan couldn't help but shrink their necks.
Although it was freezing, both of them seemed to maintain extremely high spirits.
They chatted happily, heads close together, while looking at the streetscape that was completely different from Chengdu's.
Just as they were getting excited, Zhou Ying suddenly grabbed Jiang Cheng.
"It's so cold, Jiang Cheng, aren't you cold without gloves?"
After speaking, Zhou Ying proactively reached out and grasped Jiang Cheng's hand, trying to warm him up.
Seeing Zhou Ying rubbing his hand, Jiang Cheng smiled slightly, then extended his other hand and gently touched Zhou Ying's slightly cold cheek.
"Don't worry, I'm not cold."
A warm sensation instantly spread across her face, and Zhou Ying finally felt relieved.
"Wow, are you the legendary Fire Man? You're so warm," Zhou Ying exclaimed, pressing her face tightly against Jiang Cheng's palm.
Hearing this, Fang Yuan's gaze involuntarily turned toward Jiang Cheng.
In an instant, Fang Yuan suddenly recalled Zhou Ying's previous assessment of Jiang Cheng—that he was extraordinary.
In such cold weather, both of them were wearing thick sweaters and heavy down jackets over them.
They even wore thermal leggings and snow boots, and fluffy hats on their heads.
But Jiang Cheng was only wearing a black sweater and a long black down coat over it.
Not only was he not wearing a hat, but he wasn't even wearing the essential gloves.
With this kind of attire, how could his hands not be frozen stiff?
Thinking of this, the image of young, muscular men with eight-packs she had seen online suddenly flashed through Fang Yuan's mind.
She wondered if Jiang Cheng was also like that.
Seeing Fang Yuan looking at them, Zhou Ying, being somewhat insensitive, suddenly placed Jiang Cheng's hand on Fang Yuan's face as well.
She said excitedly, "Mom, look at Jiang Cheng, his hand really is warm!"
The smooth touch flashed by, and Jiang Cheng couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.
Fang Yuan, who had been lost in her own thoughts, suddenly felt Jiang Cheng's hand resting on her cheek.
Her body instantly froze, and her mind went blank for a moment.
Although it lasted only two seconds, this brief contact made Fang Yuan's heart race, and a blush involuntarily spread across her face.
If she hadn't been wearing a hat at that moment, her blood-red ears would certainly have been noticed.
Fang Yuan gave Zhou Ying a helpless glare.
She secretly muttered that her daughter was truly too naive and simple.
With Zhou Ying's personality, if some formidable women appeared around Jiang Cheng, how could she compete?
As expected, Zhou Ying didn't feel that her previous action was inappropriate at all.
She kept pressing Fang Yuan, asking if Jiang Cheng was warm.
It seemed she absolutely needed to receive affirmation from Fang Yuan.
It was almost as if she was demanding that Fang Yuan love the house and the crow.
Only after Fang Yuan reluctantly agreed did Zhou Ying finally stop pestering her.
Soon, Chen Ping walked toward them.
Led by Chen Ping, the three walked toward the very front.
The sky was just beginning to brighten, but a long queue had already formed at the security checkpoint.
Some scalpers were even holding folding chairs to save spots at the front.
Seeing Jiang Cheng and the others swaggering toward the front.
The people in line seemed unsurprised.
They assumed they had bought a scalper's place in line.
Only the scalpers in the first few rows knew the truth.
The man hadn't spent any money; Chen Ping had simply taken out a certificate, and the security personnel immediately directed them to the first row.
"Why don't we let you go in first?" he even asked.
Jiang Cheng raised his hand to check the time, shaking his head in refusal: "No need. The time is close enough. We can just follow the order and go in."
Seeing that the other party had connections, the few scalpers in the front didn't dare to speak up and could only silently comply with the arrangement.
After all, they just wanted to earn a little money; they didn't want to cause trouble.
Five minutes later, the entrance finally opened.
The line, which had been relatively orderly, began to descend into chaos as people neared the viewing spot.
Everyone was impatient to claim the best position.
They surged forward, and the crowds behind pushed the people in front, turning the entire scene into utter disorder.
Some people even tried to cut the line, making the already tense atmosphere even more volatile.
Zhou Ying was extremely anxious when she saw this, gripping Jiang Cheng's arm tightly.
She said worriedly, "Let's hurry up, or the good spots will all be snatched by others!"
Jiang Cheng looked at the situation before them and shook his head helplessly.
In this situation, even if they didn't want to move forward, they would be pushed by the crowd.
In the confusion, Fang Yuan was suddenly squeezed behind them.
Seeing this, Zhou Ying shouted anxiously, "Mom, come over here quickly!"
In an emergency, Jiang Cheng immediately stretched out his free left hand and forcefully pulled Fang Yuan to his left side.
Jiang Cheng's tall figure cleared the way ahead, holding both of them by the hand, one on his left and one on his right, as they quickly walked toward the front position.
After a bout of intense squeezing, the three of them successfully secured the center position in the first row.
At this point, the surrounding area was already packed with spectators.
Fang Yuan's standing position had also changed due to the previous crush.
She should have been standing next to Zhou Ying, but now she was accidentally standing on Jiang Cheng's left.
After the squeezing, both Fang Yuan and Zhou Ying's faces were flushed red, like ripe apples.