Jiang Churan had already spotted Lin Yanxi the moment she walked over.
Although Lin Yanxi's looks were a notch below hers.
She had to admit the woman's outfit was meticulously put together.
The Chanel bag and Chanel shoes gave her every move a confident glow.
Smiling like spring blossoms in full bloom, Jiang Churan glided toward Jiang Cheng.
"You're here fast," she murmured.
At the sight of those long, straight legs and perfect waist-to-hip ratio, Jiang Cheng swallowed hard.
Heat flared in his chest, and he instinctively slipped an arm around her delicate shoulder.
With a slight smile, he activated Deep Affection Gaze. "Of course I hurried—to see you."
The sweet words, paired with the intimate touch, sent two bright flushes across Jiang Churan's cheeks.
Lin Yanxi, watching from the side, froze mid-step.
Seeing the two so affectionate, she felt a swirl of emotions.
Yet, contrary to expectations, she didn't keep pressing.
Instead, a trace of bewilderment crept across her face.
She simply couldn't understand why these rich second-generation guys chased after blood-sucking pretty faces.
All they had were nicer looks and curvier figures.
Beyond that, zero substance.
With a soft snort, Lin Yanxi spun on her heel and left.
She stalked off, face set.
When Jiang Churan's peripheral vision confirmed the woman had vanished,
She began twisting her shoulder, trying to free it from Jiang Cheng's embrace.
"She's gone," she said.
Jiang Cheng obligingly let go.
"Aren't you swamped? Yet you've time to stroll the streets?"
Jiang Churan gave a small nod, then averted her eyes in mild embarrassment.
Her gaze landed on a snack stall nearby.
A crowd swarmed around it, delicious smells drifting over.
She gulped. "Really busy—rehearsals all day. Just got out, haven't eaten since noon."
Jiang Cheng lifted his Patek Philippe, frowning. "It's past three and you haven't eaten?"
She nodded again. "Intensive training today, ran late…"
While speaking, her eyes slid to a tofu-pudding cart, longing written on her face.
Noticing, Jiang Cheng walked over.
The vendor—auntie—was busy scooping tofu pudding.
The tiny stall was tidy, seasonings and utensils neatly laid out.
He smiled. "Auntie, two bowls—how much?"
Her face lit up. "Sixteen yuan, Handsome. Salty or sweet?"
Seeing Jiang Cheng scan the code and glance at her, Jiang Churan snapped back. "I… I want sweet."
Last time they'd shared alleyway stew from a proper storefront,
But now he'd come to a bare-bones street cart—she was surprised.
She hadn't expected him so open to street food.
After she chose sweet, Jiang Cheng's brows pinched. "Sweet? Heresy."
The auntie beamed. "You want salty, son?"
"Of course—extra Sichuan pepper powder, please."
With practiced ease she ladled silky pudding into a bowl,
Added soy sauce and fragrant chili oil.
Watching, Jiang Churan's expression turned odd.
"Tofu pudding with that stuff? What weird taste."
Jiang Cheng shrugged. "Ate too much candy as a kid; now I'm all about salty."
She blinked her big eyes and nodded. "I see!"
Seeing him spout nonsense with a straight face,
The auntie handed over the bowl with a half-smile.
She even tossed him a flirty wink. "Handsome, you sure know food—come eat auntie's tofu anytime~"
Jiang Cheng gave a dry laugh.
Seriously—where's your confidence, auntie?
Still, he gulped the pudding in a few bites.
Finished, he asked Jiang Churan, "Want anything else?"
She shook her head. "I'm full."
A giant question mark hovered over Jiang Cheng.
He stared at the tiny bowl—barely half his palm.
He'd downed it in four or five spoonfuls.
And you're full?
He frowned. "You train hard and eat this little—no low blood pressure?"