Although Huang Yuqi was also a genuine Beijing girl, the two in front of her were clearly difficult to handle.
The car soon arrived near the Art and Dance School.
Shen Shuang's rented apartment was right next to the Dance Academy.
It was a somewhat old residential building.
It was located on the second floor.
Jiang Cheng went up to take a look around.
It didn't look like much from the outside.
However, the interior decoration and layout were quite cozy.
It was a small one-bedroom apartment, only about 30 square meters, but the rent was said to be fifteen thousand a month.
After a quick glance, Jiang Cheng didn't stay long, fearing they might overthink things.
After he left, the two women didn't even feel like washing up.
They immediately sat on the sofa in the living room and began chatting excitedly.
"Sister Shuang, don't you think he seems a bit different from other Second-generation rich?"
Shen Shuang nodded at the words. "Of course he's different. Look at how he swiped his card just now—a million, and he didn't even blink. It was faster than you buying a hundred-yuan outfit. No, it was practically faster than the time it takes you to change a sanitary pad."
Seeing Shen Shuang's disdain, Jiang Churan pouted and said, "I have a thing for cleanliness. What's wrong with washing? It's about hygiene, don't you understand?"
Shen Shuang rolled her eyes at Jiang Churan, clearly scoffing at her words. "You're such a pain. It's so cold; why the hell are you washing? You'll freeze to death."
After saying that, she stared straight at Chu Ran and pressed, "Chu Ran, tell me the truth, do you have any thoughts about him?"
After a second of daze, Chu Ran immediately shook her head. "I haven't thought much about it. What could I possibly think?"
"Really?" Shen Shuang expressed her doubt.
Chu Ran felt a chill in her heart as she was stared at by Shen Shuang's righteous gaze, as if she were being judged.
She quickly explained, "Really, Sister Shuang. It's not like you don't know me. I don't have the spare time to think about these things."
As she spoke, Chu Ran took off her thick down jacket, revealing a black tight-fitting base layer underneath.
Instantly, a curvaceous body without a trace of fat—a perfect model of a physique—was fully displayed before Shen Shuang's eyes.
Even a well-traveled beauty like Shen Shuang couldn't help but click her tongue in admiration and sigh inwardly.
She finally understood why men's ability to resist temptation was so weak.
Seeing Chu Ran start to warm up and practice her moves.
Shen Shuang's heart was filled with both admiration and a hint of heartache.
As the saying goes: if you don't practice for a day, you'll know; if you don't practice for a week, your teacher will know; if you don't practice for a month, the audience will know.
Those who choose this path need not only talent but also perseverance and an unyielding spirit.
After all, a few simple movements require them to practice repeatedly for over a decade.
This monotonous and tedious training is not only boring but also a great drain on one's passion.
Although she knew practicing was important, someone like Shen Shuang just wanted to lean back on the sofa and lie flat right now.
She said silently to herself: I'll practice tomorrow.
That's why Shen Shuang admired Chu Ran so much.
Since the day she met her, she had never seen her miss a single day of practice; rain or shine, she would always insist on practicing even before going to bed.
Shen Shuang said sincerely, "Chu Ran, sigh, I don't know what to think anymore. Although I usually say I'll introduce you to some people who can make your life less hard, when I actually encounter this situation, I feel conflicted..."
Chu Ran looked at Shen Shuang gratefully, then walked over, hugged her, and said coquettishly, "Sister Shuang, I understand. Thank you."
"You saw it tonight too; most Second-generation rich are unreliable when it comes to relationships. It's likely hard to have something long-term, but I also don't want to see you living such a hard life. It's really difficult."
After speaking, Shen Shuang patted Chu Ran's shoulder and continued, "Alright, enough with the sentimentality. What should we treat him to for a meal tomorrow?"
Chu Ran shook her head and said uncertainly, "I don't know either. What do you think?"
Shen Shuang thought for a while and suggested, "How about we go to the Shangri-La Hotel? The environment is nice, and the service is good too."
Shen Shuang then explained, "Although the Shangri-La Hotel is a bit expensive, we are thanking him after all. We shouldn't be too casual when treating him, or it'll seem like we lack sincerity."
After hearing this, Chu Ran nodded in agreement. "Okay, let's go with the Shangri-La Hotel then. But, you'll have to help me cover the cost first; I'll pay you back in installments."
Shen Shuang naturally knew that Chu Ran was a bit tight on cash.
She just rolled her eyes at Chu Ran.
She patted her chest, indicating she could afford the expense.
"Don't worry about that. It's only a few thousand yuan. Although it hurts a bit, I can still afford it."
After the two agreed, Chu Ran picked up her phone and sent a message to Jiang Cheng, telling him the specific arrangements.
Soon, a message from Jiang Cheng came back.
Looking at Jiang Cheng's reply, a look of surprise appeared on Chu Ran's face, and she immediately handed the phone to Shen Shuang: "Take a look."
Jiang Cheng: "I just ate at the Shangri-La Hotel yesterday, and it wasn't good. Let's just have some ordinary Beijing food. Preferably the local kind hidden in the alleys—something simple, nothing flashy. Oh, and no fermented mung bean drink."
Jiang Cheng's words surprised the two of them.
They had originally thought someone like Jiang Cheng would have very high standards for food, but they didn't expect him to be so down-to-earth.
His suggestion to taste local food hidden in the alleys greatly changed her impression of him.
Chu Ran turned to look at Shen Shuang, her eyes filled with confusion.
She asked softly, "He can spend a million on drinks, but now he says he wants to eat at a street stall. Do you think he's being serious or not?"
Shen Shuang shrugged and replied firmly, "I don't think there's any need for him to pretend. As far as I know, someone like Wang Congcong also eats whatever is available and isn't a picky eater."
Hearing Shen Shuang's words, Chu Ran nodded thoughtfully.
Could it be that these rich people usually eat too well, so now they want to experience the hardships of the common folk?
You should know that for ordinary people like them, being able to eat at a high-end restaurant once can make them happy for a long time.
Yet Jiang Cheng thought such places didn't taste good.
"Then..."
Shen Shuang didn't think as much as Chu Ran and simply spread her hands, saying, "Then we'll just listen to the big boss."
The two women huddled together, chirping away as they discussed their impressions of Jiang Cheng.
Meanwhile, as soon as the two women got out of the car, Jiang Cheng began to check tonight's gourmet cashback card.
"Ding! gourmet cashback card used successfully! The critical hit multiplier is 50x, the number of people for the meal critical hit is 10, and the final cashback is 500 million."
Seeing a million turn into 500 million through the critical hit, a rare hint of pleasant surprise rose in Jiang Cheng's heart.
He just wanted to say, let there be more of these good things where he gets to eat, drink, and make money in the future.