After Qiao Yinyin heard this, the corners of her mouth curled up into a charming smile, and she whispered, "Actually, he looks quite good, especially handsome."
Huang Yao, however, didn't pay much attention to Qiao Yinyin's praises.
After all, whenever she usually asked Qiao Yinyin to let her see a photo of Jiang Cheng, Qiao Yinyin would always find various excuses to refuse.
If he was really handsome, why hide him so tightly?
In her impression, the average Second-generation rich person actually looks quite ordinary.
Huang Yao slightly pursed her lips, choosing not to call Qiao Yinyin out, and instead said seriously, "Looks don't matter much. The key is that he treats you well. A porsche 911, over five million yuan—you have no idea how jealous I am. If someone could give me that car, no matter how ugly they were, I'd still think they were handsome."
"I don't believe you! Don't think I don't know, you're a Looks Fanatic. Aren't a few of the people who have been pursuing you recently handsome?"
As soon as this topic was brought up, Huang Yao instantly bristled like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.
She rolled her eyes severely and grumbled irritably, "Give me a break. Those guys, one day they're telling me to drink more water, the next they're rushing to fetch my deliveries. In short, they're the self-gratifying type, with absolutely no special skills."
Hearing Huang Yao say this, Qiao Yinyin, being a Racing Expert, retorted subconsciously without thinking, "You haven't even seen them, how do you know they don't have special skills?"
Huang Yao looked at Qiao Yinyin blankly, clearly unable to keep up with her fast-paced train of thought.
Nevertheless, she responded very seriously and earnestly.
"If none of them actively show it, how am I supposed to know? I really don't understand what these boys are thinking. They always self-righteously believe that persistently doing one specific thing for us girls counts as treating us well.
Like I said, telling me to drink more water, fetching my deliveries—they delusionally think this single action should make a girl fall for them. But why should it? Oh, you fetched a delivery and send food and drinks every day, so I have to be your girlfriend? Otherwise, I'm a Cruel Woman?"
Qiao Yinyin listened to Huang Yao's indignant words, nodded in deep agreement, and echoed, "What you said does make sense. Most boys can easily do those two things."
"Exactly! They tell me to drink more water every day, and as soon as I ignore them, they get self-pitying, as if I committed some heinous crime against them."
"But in reality, I didn't ask them to persistently send me those messages every day! They impose their persistent self-gratification onto me, and then they accuse me of being ungrateful. It's toxic."
Seeing how Huang Yao was speaking through gritted teeth, Qiao Yinyin couldn't help but cover her mouth and chuckle.
She immediately comforted her, "Alright, don't be angry. Just ignore them."
Huang Yao sighed and continued.
"It's not that I absolutely must find a rich boyfriend, it's just that you don't know how annoying these guys around me are. You know, liking a person must involve liking their strong points."
"Just like your boyfriend—he's rich, that's a strong point, too. Most girls would like this strong point, right? Even if they don't have that much wealth, as long as they are ambitious, have outstanding academic performance, or have a particularly humorous, cheerful, and positive personality, those are all strong points! They should use these advantages to pursue girls, shouldn't they?"
Qiao Yinyin nodded in deep agreement and replied, "Mhm, I completely agree with what you said. It is indeed much better than those pursuit methods where they rush to help you for no reason."
"Exactly, that's what I mean. If you want to pursue a girl, show off your advantages, use your personal charm to Pick Up Women, instead of using this self-gratifying behavior to manipulate the other person."
As they were talking, Jiang Cheng had already walked in through the back door. Looking from the doorway, Jiang Cheng spotted Qiao Yinyin instantly.
Qiao Yinyin was wearing a thick white down jacket, and the fluffy hood covered her ears, revealing only her fair, small face.
Her hair was casually draped over her shoulders, slightly wavy.
Her eyes were clear and bright, like the warm sun in winter, revealing a hint of tenderness and shyness.
Her lips were coated with light lipstick, slightly upturned, giving her a sweet appearance.
After walking in quietly, Jiang Cheng sat down in the seat next to Qiao Yinyin.
Clearly, the class Qiao Yinyin was attending must have been a public lecture.
A particularly large conference room was packed with students.
For universities, classrooms and lectures are generally open.
Even if you aren't a student in those classes, as long as you want to learn, you can audit the class from the side.
Therefore, upon seeing Jiang Cheng walk in, the lecturer merely glanced at him before immediately resuming her lecture.
Seeing Jiang Cheng sit down, Qiao Yinyin's face flushed red, and she whispered, "darling, class will be over in about ten minutes."