Cheng Gui remained silent, but he couldn't help feeling a bit envious in his heart.
Zhang Ting, who had been secretly eyeing Jiang Cheng from the side, saw her gaze vanish the moment she saw Zhou Ying.
If it were only Fang Yuan, she felt she might have had a chance.
Although Fang Yuan was prettier than her, looking at her age, she should be around thirty.
She was only twenty-six, giving her an advantage in terms of age.
But now, they were saying Fang Yuan was the mother of Jiang Cheng's girlfriend.
This... Zhang Ting felt she had no chance of winning at all.
Fang Yuan shook her head at the sight.
She spoke up, "Jiang Cheng, let it go. We came out to eat today, let's just be happy."
Seeing Wang Fugui cast a pleading look toward him.
Cheng Gui thought for a moment and said, "President Wang is also in real estate. He currently has a development project nearing completion, and I helped him with the short-term underwriting loan. How about this, Old Wang? As the saying goes, if you make a mistake, you take the hit; if you're hit, you stand tall. Once the development is finished, pick the best unit as an apology. What do you think?"
Seeing Cheng Gui speak up, Wang Fugui said, "Of course, of course. President Jiang, this is all my fault. I will offer the largest and best unit with the utmost sincerity as an apology. Please don't hold it against me."
After saying that, Wang Fugui felt as if he had been granted a grand pardon.
He hurriedly pulled out one or two cards from his suit's inner pocket and respectfully presented them with both hands.
"Thank you, Young Master Jiang. This is my business card. Also, my project at Lushan International is opening next week. Our best unit there is a penthouse duplex with an area of 580 square meters, and it even has a private pool and a sky garden..."
A conflict over a single sentence wasn't enough for Jiang Cheng to actually do anything to Wang Fugui.
However, since Cheng Gui had put it that way, it wasn't out of the question.
Jiang Cheng slowly set down his teacup.
His gaze was like a pool of still water, calmly sweeping over Wang Fugui's panicked and uneasy face.
The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, revealing a faint, almost imperceptible smile.
He didn't reach out to take the two business cards being offered.
Instead, he turned to look at Fang Yuan, who was sitting beside him, and asked, "Auntie, what do you think?"
Fang Yuan clearly hadn't expected Jiang Cheng to leave the decision to her. She couldn't help but be stunned, feeling a bit at a loss.
For the first time, she felt completely unable to treat Jiang Cheng as a junior.
At this moment, in her eyes, Jiang Cheng seemed more like a man of her own generation.
This man was not only powerful and influential but also exuded an irresistible charm.
Fang Yuan couldn't help but feel a slight desire to lean on him.
Her gaze fell on Wang Fugui's trembling fingers, and a sense of helplessness welled up in her heart.
She said submissively, "I'll listen to you."
Hearing this, Jiang Cheng turned back to Wang Fugui and said, "In that case, we'll do as Old Cheng suggested. Put the house in her name."
Upon hearing this, both Fang Yuan and Zhou Ying's eyes widened in unison.
They were clearly shocked by this decision.
But in this situation, both were sensible enough not to speak up and refuse or contradict Jiang Cheng's decision.
They just sat there silently.
Hearing this, Zhang Ting's face twisted with pure envy.
Originally, she felt that the ambiguous atmosphere between Fang Yuan and Jiang Cheng was somewhat inappropriate.
But now, seeing Jiang Cheng take the initiative to put the house in Fang Yuan's name...
She suddenly felt that this didn't seem like something unacceptable after all.
If it were her...
She would probably even say to Jiang Cheng, "Well... I also have a sister..."
Wang Fugui felt as if he'd been granted a grand pardon and hurriedly bowed in thanks, "Thank you, Young Master Jiang! Thank you, Young Master Jiang! I will certainly get it done..."