"Then... alright, let's put it under my name for now, and transfer it to Ying'er later."
Jiang Cheng nodded upon hearing this.
He didn't reply further, but instead silently leaned his head closer to Zhou Ying's, their shoulders almost touching.
Together, they looked up, gazing at the brilliant fireworks in the night sky.
The colorful fireworks bloomed in the night sky like flowers in full bloom, instantly illuminating the entire sky.
Fang Yuan stood quietly to the side, watching Jiang Cheng and Zhou Ying.
Seeing the two of them taking a selfie with their heads close together,
A surge of envy couldn't help but rise in her heart.
However, Zhou Ying soon adjusted the camera lens.
She gestured for Fang Yuan to join them in the photo.
Seeing the shot suddenly include three people,
Fang Yuan forced a slightly awkward smile.
To be honest, this was the happiest Lunar New Year she had ever spent.
There were no debt collectors, and she didn't have to live as frugally as last year.
Back then, the mother and daughter had hidden in their small fifth-floor apartment, eating a simple meal of two dishes and one soup.
Most importantly, she could see that Zhou Ying was very happy.
After sending Zhou Ying and Fang Yuan back to Wangjiang Residence, Jiang Cheng returned to his own large flat.
Ever since coming to Kyoto for the Spring Festival, he felt like he hadn't had a proper rest.
First there was Su Wan.
Then Baba and Big Honey.
And then Zhu Yan and Zhou Ying.
Every time, he was busy until the middle of the night.
Even though he had incredible stamina,
He couldn't ward off physical exhaustion.
Thinking of this, Jiang Cheng couldn't help but shake his head.
This was only his first Lunar New Year since obtaining the tycoon system.
If things continued like this, as the number of women around him increased,
Not only would his typing speed need to improve, but he'd also have to reschedule his time.
With a soft 'click' from the fingerprint lock, Jiang Cheng slowly pushed open the familiar front door.
The moment the door opened, a wave of warmth hit him like a spring breeze.
It made him instinctively loosen the somewhat heavy scarf around his neck.
As soon as Jiang Cheng stepped inside, the sensor light in the foyer automatically turned on.
The soft glow spilled over the dark gray marble floor, forming a warm halo.
"Jiang Cheng?"
Just as Jiang Cheng was about to change his shoes, a soft voice suddenly came from inside the house.
Hearing this voice, Jiang Cheng's body stiffened. It was as if a bolt of lightning had struck his mind, and he instantly remembered something.
He had almost forgotten that Qiu Yihe was at his house.
Jiang Cheng patted his head as he walked inside while changing his shoes.
"I completely forgot you were here."
The moment he turned past the foyer partition, a white figure unexpectedly entered his field of vision.
He almost had a romantic collision with Qiu Yihe, who was walking toward him.
She seemed to have been waiting for a long time, as if welcoming her master home.
Qiu Yihe was wearing only a plain white cotton T-shirt, with a neckline so wide that her collarbones were visible.
Without the restraint of underwear, her rounded contours were clearly visible under the thin fabric, rising and falling gently with her breath.
The hem was just long enough to cover her buttocks, revealing two long, fair legs.
The heating was on full blast. She was barefoot on the carpet, her toenails painted a vibrant cherry red.
"You scared me," Qiu Yihe said, patting her chest. This movement caused a certain area to tremble in a dizzying arc. "Didn't you say you weren't coming back tonight?"
Seeing the scene before him, Jiang Cheng's pupils dilated uncontrollably.
His eyes couldn't help but widen slightly.
He had seen Qiu Yihe all wrapped up in professional attire.
He had also seen her curves in tight-fitting clothes when she exercised.
But never like this.
It was an unguarded, almost lazy, domestic sexiness.
The T-shirt's neckline slanted as she raised her hand.
Revealing a patch of snowy skin and half of a black lace strap.
In his mind, certain techniques involving the use of hands to grip and hold began to ripple.
One must know that he was first attracted to Qiu Yihe,
Entirely because of her somewhat outrageous bust size.
Seeing Jiang Cheng staring at her intently,
Qiu Yihe didn't mind at all. She even deliberately puffed out her chest, looking at him provocatively.
"little friend, does it look good?" Qiu Yihe asked softly, tilting her head with a mischievous smile.
Her body emitted a warm scent—a mix of shower gel and natural fragrance—that blew across Jiang Cheng's face like a spring breeze.
The tips of her hair were still slightly damp, clearly from a recent shower.
Her wet hair was draped casually over her shoulders, adding a touch of laziness and charm.
Jiang Cheng replied with blunt honesty: "It looks good."
Hearing Jiang Cheng's answer, the smile on Qiu Yihe's lips grew even wider.
After giving Jiang Cheng a playful glare, she turned and walked toward the living room with light steps.
"You didn't do this on purpose, did you..."
Jiang Cheng knew what Qiu Yihe was referring to.
When he let her stay, he had indeed explicitly stated that there was no one at home.
She could stay as she pleased instead of going to a hotel.
But he hadn't expected that when he came back just now, he was only thinking about how rare it was to be back in Chengdu.
He wanted to come back and experience the atmosphere.
Even though they had already moved to the villa,
Throughout his life, during previous Lunar New Years,
Jiang Cheng had always spent them here with his parents.
So, he had driven here almost subconsciously.
Jiang Cheng swore he had truly forgotten.
But seeing this upon entering, his trip back wasn't in vain.
He didn't explain much and walked into the living room.
Jiang Cheng found that not only was Qiu Yihe wearing very little, but she was also watching TV while eating skewers and drinking beer.
"Dressing like this while you're alone, aren't you afraid??"
Hearing this, Qiu Yihe handed a bottle of beer from the table to Jiang Cheng. "What should I be afraid of?? Look up the eighth-place finisher in the Women's National Games Sanda competition."
Hearing this, Jiang Cheng's eyebrows rose in surprise.
Last time at the bar, Jiang Cheng had noticed that Qiu Yihe was quite skilled.
It was just that there were too many people then, so she didn't have the advantage alone.
Seeing this, Jiang Cheng teased her on purpose, "Really? I'm not so sure about that. Then last time you..."
After sitting down, he realized that Qiu Yihe's face was already a bit flushed from drinking.
Compared to the somewhat serious look he saw in Kyoto,
For some reason, Jiang Cheng felt that this was her most authentic self in private.
Hearing Jiang Cheng say that,
Qiu Yihe stood up abruptly.
"That was because they had too many people. Why do you look like you don't believe me? How about a sparring session?" Qiu Yihe's voice was crisp and loud, with a hint of provocation.
She took half a step back with her right leg.
Her hands quickly moved like the wind into a standard Sanda ready stance.
Her slightly tipsy eyes instantly became sharp.
Like two cold, gleaming swords, they bore down on Jiang Cheng.
Her loose T-shirt swayed with her movements, outlining a heart-pounding silhouette under the lights.
Jiang Cheng tilted his head back and drained the last sip of beer, the can making a crisp deforming sound in his palm.
The corners of his mouth curled up as he looked at Qiu Yihe with a half-smile, saying slowly, "Are you sure you want to fight me?"
"Don't worry, I know how to hold back. I just want you to see a few standard stances."
From the moment Jiang Cheng entered until now, his blatant gaze had been provoking her.
If it were anyone else facing such an undisguised gaze, Qiu Yihe would have probably lost her patience long ago and given them a shoulder throw to sober them up.
Seeing Jiang Cheng stand up and get into position,
Qiu Yihe's left foot suddenly stepped forward, and her right fist shot straight for Jiang Cheng's face like a snake's tongue.
Just as the fist was about to land, Jiang Cheng's body suddenly flickered.
By a hair's breadth, Jiang Cheng successfully dodged Qiu Yihe's attack.
Not only that, his right hand was like an iron pincer, accurately grabbing her wrist.
He forced her fist to come to a dead stop just a few centimeters from his face.
Qiu Yihe's pupils contracted sharply.
She had originally thought Jiang Cheng didn't know martial arts, so she hadn't truly gone all out.
With her holding back, Jiang Cheng's reaction speed completely exceeded her expectations.
"You...?" Before she could finish her sentence, Jiang Cheng had already used a beautiful shoulder throw to pin her down onto the sofa.
Qiu Yihe quickly flipped up, her eyes full of disbelief.
"You actually know how to fight?..." She remembered that night Jiang Cheng had just stood by the side, looking like he had no martial arts foundation at all.
"I never said I didn't know how to fight, did I?"
His smug shrugging immediately sparked Qiu Yihe's competitive spirit.
"Hmph."
Just as Qiu Yihe attacked,
Jiang Cheng delivered a low leg sweep as fast as lightning, forcing Qiu Yihe to jump back in a hurry.
But then she saw Jiang Cheng change his move into a series of kicks, the movements flowing like water, clearly the result of professional training.
"Smack!" Jiang Cheng's third kick finally brushed past Qiu Yihe's shoulder, making her stumble back two steps.
"Thai-style roundhouse kick?" Qiu Yihe rubbed her numbing shoulder, the alcohol in her system completely replaced by shock.