Cheng Zhipeng: "No, the big boss's logic is so bizarre, how on earth did he catch the campus belle??"
Zhao Jia replied to Cheng Zhipeng: "Who are you talking about??"
Jiang Cheng had already blocked Zhao Jia, so she couldn't see the message Jiang Cheng left for Zhou Zhiyun at all.
But the words 'campus belle' sent by Cheng Zhipeng caught her attention.
Isn't the campus belle Zhou Ying??
So, Cheng Zhipeng's words definitely refer to Jiang Cheng.
After posting, Zhao Jia began staring at her phone again, full of expectation for Cheng Zhipeng's response...
But unfortunately, Cheng Zhipeng wouldn't reply to her at all.
Even though everyone had only just stepped through the university gates,
in this complex environment, people were no longer as simple as they were in high school.
Everyone is consciously filtering the moments that are beneficial to them.
Jiang Cheng and Zhao Jia had already broken up long ago.
He had finally caught an opportunity to strike up a conversation and make a joke with Jiang Cheng in the moments as a classmate.
Why would he bother with Zhao Jia??
In fact, when he saw Zhao Jia replying to him, a trace of disdain even appeared on his face.
When Fang Yuan came out of the bathroom, she found the living room unusually quiet.
She looked doubtfully at Zhou Ying's closed door, and could vaguely hear giggles coming from inside.
"These two children..." She shook her head helplessly, turning to the kitchen to pour a glass of water.
The cold water slid down her throat, but it couldn't quench the inexplicable restlessness in her heart.
Her ears paid attention to the movements inside the room from time to time.
"Mom!" Zhou Ying's door suddenly opened, and her small, flushed face poked out.
"Jiang Cheng said we're going to Taikoo Li for dinner tonight!"
Fang Yuan's hand jerked, nearly knocking over the water glass.
She put down the glass, forcing herself to stay calm: "Alright, I'll go change my clothes."
Walking into the bedroom, Fang Yuan stood before the wardrobe and hesitated for a long time.
Her fingers drifted among the clothes, eventually selecting a white dress she had bought the last time she went shopping with Zhou Ying.
This dress wasn't too formal, yet it could perfectly outline her body's curves.
"Mom, are you ready?" Zhou Ying urged from outside the door.
"Coming!" Fang Yuan hurriedly sprayed some perfume and tidied her hair in the mirror.
In the living room, Jiang Cheng was helping Zhou Ying tie her scarf.
Zhou Ying whispered, "So you'll be the only one at your house tonight??"
Hearing this, the corners of Jiang Cheng's mouth curled up again.
"Hmm? Are you hinting at something again??"
"I didn't mean that, I'm just afraid you'll be too lonely by yourself."
"Then how about you come to my house, or I'll come over to accompany you."
Hearing this, Zhou Ying glanced in the direction of Fang Yuan's room.
"That won't work, my mom will say something..."
Jiang Cheng knew what Zhou Ying meant.
He had played with Zhu Yan several times last night, and just now on the plane, he had played a few more times.
And now he had done it again.
To be honest, he was getting a bit tired of it.
Fortunately, the Girl wasn't the same Girl.
There was still a bit of freshness.
If it were the same person, playing so many times in one day,
he probably wouldn't be able to keep going.
Tonight was the time to rest.
Despite this, Jiang Cheng still let out a fake sigh.
"Sigh, but I still wanted to go touring the mountains and waters with you."
"Hmm~~ go where to tour the mountains and waters? Don't you have to go back on the eighth?"
Seeing this, Jiang Cheng stared at the position of Zhou Ying's chest.
"Didn't we just play? Look at how high these two mountains are, and then there's the stream of water, flowing from the depths to the outside..."
Zhou Ying began to react to his words.
Looking down, her face instantly exploded in a bright red.
"You're annoying..."
"And on the peaks, there are two cute ones planted..."
"Stop talking..."
Amidst their playfulness, Fang Yuan had already walked out.
Seeing Fang Yuan come out, Jiang Cheng's eyes clearly lit up.
Because the clothes Fang Yuan was wearing, whether in style or fashion, were extremely similar to Zhou Ying's.
In that instant, Jiang Cheng actually had an illusion, as if the person standing before him wasn't Fang Yuan, but Zhou Ying.
"Mom, you look so beautiful in this dress! Others will definitely think you're my sister," Zhou Ying praised generously.
Hearing this, the tips of Fang Yuan's ears warmed slightly. She lowered her head somewhat bashfully, pretending to organize her handbag.
She scolded playfully, "Stop being so glib, let's go."
Cloud Top Private Kitchen is located at the highest point of Taikoo Li, covered by a massive glass dome. The entire restaurant's design style is unique, using New Chinese elements to perfectly blend tradition and modernity.
Stepping into the restaurant, the first thing that catches the eye is an exquisite red sandalwood screen, carved with a portion of 'The Night Revels of Han Xizai'.
Under the glow of the warm yellow spotlights, the patterns on the screen appeared exceptionally vivid, as if those ancient figures were about to step out from the screen, emitting a warm luster.
"Three distinguished guests, this way please." At that moment, a floor manager dressed in a dark green cheongsam came forward to greet them.
She wore a smile and bowed slightly; the emerald brooch on her chest swayed gently with her movements, further accentuating her graceful figure.
Since they hadn't made a reservation in advance, all the private rooms in the restaurant were already fully booked.
However, they were still lucky enough to find a window seat.
This position had an excellent view, just right for overlooking the New Year decorations in the square, where colorful lights intertwined to create a romantic and joyful atmosphere.
Zhou Ying flipped through the menu excitedly, "I want to eat this, and this."
Jiang Cheng smiled, turned to look at Fang Yuan, and asked politely, "Auntie, what would you like to eat?"
Fang Yuan was about to answer when suddenly, the sound of a phone ringing broke the restaurant's tranquility.
She looked down at the caller ID, her expression changing slightly, and she hurriedly said, "Sorry, I need to take this call first."
After speaking, she quickly stood up and walked a bit away from the table to answer the phone.
Seeing this, Zhou Ying took the opportunity to lean into Jiang Cheng's ear and whispered, "It's definitely that Uncle Wang again... he's been calling my mom all the time lately."
"Uncle Wang?"
Zhou Ying nodded and explained, "Yeah, he's a divorced CEO of a securities firm. He's been pursuing my mom lately."
Then, she curled her lip, looking indifferent, and continued, "But I don't think my mom has much interest in him."
After speaking, Zhou Ying said to Jiang Cheng, "I'm going to the restroom."
After a while, Fang Yuan finished her call and returned to the table.
By now, most of the dishes had been served.
However, she found only Jiang Cheng sitting there.
An unnatural expression flashed across Fang Yuan's face.
"Where's Ying'er?"
Jiang Cheng replied, "She went to the restroom."
After speaking, Jiang Cheng used silver chopsticks to pick up a slice of translucent sturgeon caviar and placed it on the celadon plate in front of Fang Yuan. "Siberian sturgeon caviar, try this."
When Fang Yuan lowered her head, a strand of hair fell against her porcelain-white neck.
She took a small taste, and the sweet freshness of the caviar bursting on her tongue made her squint her eyes involuntarily: "Such a special texture..."
"This dish, 'Amber Light', is their signature here. It uses a broth made from five-year-aged Jinhua ham, paired with Japanese Kanto sea cucumber and Yunnan matsutake mushrooms."
Fang Yuan stirred curiously with her spoon; an amber-like gelatinous substance appeared in the golden soup. "It looks so exquisite!"
While she was speaking, Jiang Cheng picked up the teapot and filled Fang Yuan's teacup with steaming fragrant tea.
Those well-defined fingers complemented the celadon tea set, looking exceptionally handsome.
"Thank you." Fang Yuan accepted the teacup somewhat shyly.
Just as her fingertips inadvertently brushed against the back of Jiang Cheng's hand, a strange sensation welled up in her heart, and the tips of her ears instantly flushed red.