Bombarded by everyone like this, Wang Zheng leapt to his feet in theatrical exaggeration.
He shouted, "Listen up, all of you! This is my first time meeting my sister-in-law, and you pull this stunt—how is that okay?"
After saying that, he deliberately looked toward Si Qing and Jiang Cheng.
He continued his over-the-top performance: "Heaven above, tell the loyal from the wicked! I'm more wronged than Dou E herself!"
Watching Wang Zheng's antics, Si Qing couldn't help but snort with laughter.
The last trace of doubt in her heart seemed to melt away.
Feigning casual conversation, she turned and quietly asked Jiang Cheng.
"By the way, I didn't finish asking last time—who exactly sent you that photo of me at Simple Tea? And how did you know someone was hitting on me?"
Jiang Cheng had already prepared his answer.
He replied straight away, "Who else? Yang Fan, of course. Don't forget, I'm the boss of Simple Tea; Yang Fan is my eyes and ears. If it weren't for him, I'd never have known someone at school was trying to poach my girl—good thing he didn't succeed."
After those words, Jiang Cheng slowly extended his right hand.
He lightly brushed Si Qing's cheek—smooth as mutton-fat jade.
The instant fingertip met skin, a warm tingle raced through both of them.
The fleeting, feather-light touch was gone in a heartbeat, yet it set off ripples in Si Qing's heart.
Feeling the lingering warmth on her cheek, she couldn't stop the corners of her mouth from curving in a faint, almost invisible smile.
Deep down, however, she was rolling her eyes.
If Jiang Cheng ever found out the one trying to poach his girl had been his own buddy…
She wondered what kind of face he'd make.
Too bad she couldn't tell him—just picturing the scene was enough to make her stifle a laugh.
Qi Yuan still wouldn't let Wang Zheng off the hook.
"Hey, Mr. Actor! Then tell me: what was the name of the girl you brought here the day before yesterday, and which school was she from?"
At the question, Wang Zheng instantly dropped his clowning.
He hurriedly put on a 'racking-my-brains' face.
A few seconds later, his eyes looked adrift.
Uncertain, he answered slowly, "Um… Xia Yuxi, I think?"
He finished with a confident grin.
Expectantly he asked, "So, did I get it right?"
Watching the two of them ham it up,
Wang Congcong glanced at Jiang Cheng and jumped into the skit as well.
He lobbed an even trickier question: "Long hair or short? Double eyelids or single?"
The moment Wang Zheng heard, his face twitched as if cursed.
Clenching his molars in utter embarrassment, he finally squeezed out, "I… really forgot. Fine, you win!"
Qin Fen chimed in, "And you still claim you're not an old scumbag!"
Chen Hao added with a smirk, "Brother Wang is the second coming of 'Brother Qiangdong'—can't remember a girl's face, let alone if she's pretty or plain."
Qi Yuan pointed straight at Wang Congcong. "Exactly! In that department, these two are neck-and-neck. Our man here is the legendary blind-to-Internet Celebrity-faces machine, while Old Wang is the blind-to-pickup-lines machine."
Wang Congcong, who'd gone back to scrolling a livestream after his bit, felt an arrow strike from the blindside.
He shot back at Qi Yuan, "Dude, dragging me out of the grave for no reason? Don't forget I drove you here today—without me you'd still be stuck at home."
As soon as those words landed, Qi Yuan grinned apologetically. "Brother Wang, my bad—taking you off the hit list. Let's all focus fire on Old Wang."
Si Qing, watching quietly from the side, finally understood why Wang Zheng had zero memory of her and Si Nian.
The guy was a textbook scumbag.
Ask him a girl's name or anything about her—he'd get it wrong.
Ridiculous.
Back then, the total conversation while he hit on the sisters hadn't even hit ten sentences.
Besides, unlike some guys,
When rejected, he didn't pester or cling.
When he ran after them, it was just to marvel that they were twins.
After their clear refusal, he simply nodded and let it go.
Reviewing it now, plus seeing the caliber of this club today,
It was obvious Wang Zheng was never short of women; forgetting them was normal.
To a man surrounded by countless girls, why would he remember every brief acquaintance?
With that settled, Si Qing grabbed her phone and messaged Si Nian.
Si Qing: "He's stroking your cheek so naturally—still insisting you two aren't together?"
Si Nian: "Whose cheek did he stroke—yours or mine?"
Si Qing: "Right now I'm going by Si Nian."
Si Nian: "You were the one talking to him. Who knows if you flirted?"
Si Qing: "When I ran into him at the milk tea shop we were normal; after he hung out with you it turned into hugs. Dare say it isn't your doing?"
Si Nian: "After he drove you back to school and I saw him again, he went straight for hand-holding. I should ask what you did."
Si Qing: "Fine, keep playing dumb…"
Just as Jiang Cheng expected, neither sister believed the other.
They knew each other far too well—yet that very familiarity bred their misunderstandings.
Si Qing understood her younger sister's shy, timid nature.
Even if Si Nian had secretly held Jiang Cheng's hand,
She'd never tell Si Qing.
Anything that embarrassing she'd flat-out deny.
To Si Nian, her older sister Si Qing had always been the picture of liveliness and cheerfulness.
Whether chatting with others or making friends, Si Qing was always the one taking the initiative.
She guessed that when Si Qing was with Jiang Cheng she'd reflexively drop flirty little lines to tease him.
That way, their relationship would heat up and close the distance in no time.
Yet Si Qing was doing it all while using her identity.
So even if Si Qing and Jiang Cheng really did share something intimate—like holding hands or kissing—
she'd probably hide it from her out of embarrassment.
Seeing the act getting more convincing, Jiang Cheng finally cut in. "All right, enough—don't scare your sister-in-law. Order whatever you want; same rules. Pick a few dishes for us decent folks—I brought her here specially for the food."
Everyone took the hint and dropped the topic at once.
Qin Fen handed the menu to Jiang Cheng. "Right, right, let's fire the pre-orders first. Brother Cheng, sis, take a look—they've added a ton of new dishes here."
Moments later silhouettes flickered at the door as several Young Ladies drafted as Atmosphere Group filed in.
Si Qing looked up, curiosity piqued, and was instantly riveted by the women before her.
They spanned a range of ages: fresh, vivacious girls and mature, sultry women.
Their types were just as varied—some sweet and cute, others sexy and alluring, still others elegant and poised.
Especially the women beside Qi Yuan and Wang Zheng.
Though well maintained, their style and aura made it clear they were a generation older than Si Qing.
They felt like eccentric aunts.
Except these two were noticeably higher in charm than her actual aunt.
The other three choices were fairly normal.
The two Qin Fen and Chen Hao had picked were tall and striking; each looked well over 170 cm.
Add their heels and they could hit 180.
They swayed as they walked, exuding the poise of professional models.
As for Wang Congcong's pick, she radiated a strong student vibe—about Si Qing's age.
Eyes wide, Si Qing took in the scene.
So this… is how rich people have fun?
Once the Atmosphere Group Young Ladies sat, they eagerly poured tea and water for Wang Congcong and the rest.
Si Qing's gaze drifted back to Jiang Cheng.
He was completely absorbed in his phone, thumbs flying as he replied to some important message.
His eyes never left the screen, not sparing a single glance for the curvaceous, alluring women in front of him.
The contrast stirred something in Si Qing.
Suddenly Jiang Cheng felt like a breath of fresh air compared with the men wallowing in perfume and fluttering lashes.
After all this time observing him up close,
she was convinced he wasn't the type to fool around outside.
If he wanted that, he needn't have brought her here at all.
With his money he could simply buy every style of woman, just like the others.
He wouldn't need to waste time on her.
Si Qing: "favorability value +2!"
Seeing her favorability toward him jump to 90,
Jiang Cheng looked up instantly.
So the [Kick-the-Bucket Card] he'd gotten from Zhou Ying could finally be used?
A pleasant surprise, to say the least.
Qin Fen had organized this dinner.
A regular at the restaurant, he smoothly introduced the glamorous Young Ladies.
"Ladies, this is our sister-in-law. Behave yourselves—no wandering eyes, no wishful thinking. Got it? Keep her happy or I won't be."
Si Qing's cheeks warmed; a soft blush crept across her fair skin.
She turned shyly and murmured, "Brother Qin, you flatter me. If I'd known you were out to have fun, I'd have stayed on campus."
Qin Fen glanced at her delicate, flushed face.
In that instant the scantily clad beauties beside him lost all appeal.
Though Si Qing was wrapped up demurely, her fresh, innocent charm outshone every other woman present.
Hearing her, Jiang Cheng slipped an arm around her slim waist.
He leaned his head on her shoulder and whispered, "Why stay away? Without you I'd be bored. Come on—eat up, and later I'll take you downstairs to unwind."
Seeing the Young Ladies flirting openly, Si Qing flushed.
After a moment she said, "By the way, it's been pouring at our school lately."
Jiang Cheng nodded. "Yeah, the rain's made it colder. Baby, dress warmly for class—don't catch a chill."
He playfully tapped the tip of her nose.
This time Si Qing didn't dodge; instead a sweet smile curved her lips.
Ninety favorability was a watershed.
Had she been using Si Nian's identity,
she'd probably have let Jiang Cheng squeeze the "soft persimmon" by now.
"Got it. So… are you big anywhere else?"
Jiang Cheng froze for a second.
"Pretty big."