Not only could Jiang Cheng empathize with them, he even encouraged her with those words.
The two Girls found it incredible.
His understanding and acceptance gave them a warmth and comfort they'd never felt before, like a clear spring irrigating their parched hearts.
In that moment, their gratitude toward Jiang Cheng overflowed.
Jiang Churan: Favorability +5!
Seeing Jiang Churan's favorability finally climb to 70, Jiang Cheng felt a pang of emotion.
After all, 70 wasn't that high.
This Girl looked like the rigid, lie-still type—no give at all.
Tough nut to crack!
After that, Jiang Cheng curiously opened Xu Yan's favorability scanning system.
'Human-Machine Scanning System activating, retrieving target information…'
[Name: Xu Yan]
[Age: 20]
[Height: 170 cm]
[Face: 89]
[Figure: 92]
[Privacy: 0]
[Favorability: 70]
He hadn't expected this Girl's privacy value to be 0 too.
Do all the Dance Academy Girls churn out eggs at this rate?
No wonder she's one of the top few hundred beauties in all of China.
Probably spends every spare second practicing dance, leaving no time for other crap.
Shen An, who'd been about to start cursing, now looked utterly deflated.
When he saw Jiang Cheng glance at him,
Shen An swallowed hard,
his face flushed. He caved at once. "What… what car is this? It's insane! Is it really yours?"
After saying that, he rushed over like a country bumpkin seeing the city for the first time,
going full fanboy again.
"Holy crap, it's a bugatti! The dark nights sound? Bro, you're killing me—my porsche can't even call itself a little brother next to this thing. Mind-blowing! Ahhh!"
Shen An's over-the-top antics finally drew the Girls' attention away from Jiang Cheng.
Jiang Cheng shook his head helplessly and gave him a big thumbs-up: "You're a damn genius."
Seeing Jiang Cheng magnanimously let it slide, Shen An exhaled in relief.
He chuckled, scratched his head, and shamelessly grinned, "Bro Cheng, you read people so well!"
"Meeting you today is the luckiest thing ever! Could I add you on wechat? If you ever need an errand boy in the capital, just ping me."
With that, Shen An whipped out his wechat QR code and offered it to Jiang Cheng with both hands.
"I know the capital like the back of my hand—food, fun, gossip—you name it. DM me anytime."
Watching Shen An fawn over Jiang Cheng, Xu Yan looked as if she'd seen a ghost.
She sized Jiang Cheng up from head to toe.
Until now she'd been drowning in sorrow over her injured arm and bleak future,
paying him no attention at all.
Only now did she realize Jiang Cheng was also a Second-generation rich.
Xu Yan's eyes flicked; she instantly reverted to her usual carefree self.
She strode over and slung an arm around Jiang Churan's shoulders.
In a hushed, fierce voice she demanded, "Little Chu Ran, start talking—who on earth is this guy?"
Jiang Churan knew exactly what Xu Yan meant.
She was aware Jiang Cheng was interested; why else would he waste time dining with her?
But they'd only met twice, so calling him a friend was the honest truth.
Jiang Churan answered earnestly, "Senior, don't overthink it. We've only met twice—just friends."
Xu Yan clearly didn't buy it, eyeing her skeptically. "Second meeting? Then how could he say something like that? I don't believe you."
Jiang Churan hurried to explain, "I was surprised too, but it's all true."
Realizing this wasn't the moment to press further, Xu Yan changed tack.
Her gaze landed on the black supercar.
She lowered her voice. "What car is that? Why did Shen An freak out? You know how stuck-up he is—he doesn't even respect Professor Gao, yet now he's sucking up? Tsk, something's fishy."
Though Jiang Churan had a rough guess about Jiang Cheng's background, she didn't spell it out.
"I heard there's only one in the world—it's called the bugatti dark nights sound."
Xu Yan instantly pulled out her phone to search.
Seconds later she gasped, eyes glued to the screen. "Little Ranran, this thing costs that much? How did you even meet him?"
"Last night was New Year's Eve. Sister Shuang and I hit a bar—that's where we met," Jiang Churan explained.
Xu Yan's face clouded with worry. "A bar? What did Shuang Shuang say? Is he trustworthy?"
"Probably not a scammer. We even trended on Social Media Platform last night—look, the hot search about drinking with President Wang,"
Hearing that, Xu Yan froze.
As if something had clicked, she turned toward Jiang Cheng.
Then she clamped a hand over her mouth, eyes wide, staring at Jiang Churan in disbelief.
Realization dawned and she squealed, "Ohhh! Now I remember! No wonder he looked familiar!"
After the exclamation, envy quickly replaced surprise. She whined, "Little Ranran, what kind of luck is this? You're too blessed!"
Jiang Churan blushed, pouting, "Sister Xu, stop it! He's leaving for Modu tomorrow—he won't be in the capital."
Xu Yan rolled her eyes. "Are you dense? That distance is nothing to him, and plane tickets cost pocket change."
Jiang Churan felt her heart flutter, but still sighed.
Wistfully she said, "But time is the real problem for us—otherwise we wouldn't still be single…"
Her words left Xu Yan speechless.
Silence fell, the mood turning heavy.
After a few seconds Xu Yan could only mumble, "Yeah… even classmates can't sync schedules for a simple date. If he visits while you're rehearsing, then…"
Jiang Churan had already thought it through.
She glanced at Jiang Cheng and sighed. "We'll see."
She did like him—she'd just been suppressing it.
While the two Girls brooded, a haggard, unshaven man carrying a six- or seven-year-old Little Girl on his back walked toward them.