Ten minutes later, Zhong Chuxi quickly put down her phone.
She rushed into the bathroom inside the guest room and began to carefully wash her index and middle fingers... The next morning, Zhong Chuxi left the villa early.
She didn't even dare to say a word to Jiang Cheng in person.
She left after only sending a greeting over WeChat.
After she left, Zhou Ying was pinned in the storage room by Jiang Cheng for a grand performance before departure.
As the saying goes, a brief separation is better than a honeymoon.
These past two days, the two were either "solving problems" or "playing recitals with both hands."
Although Jiang Cheng didn't have any special hobbies,
being in such a unique location still made him feel a bit excited.
Zhou Ying looked at Jiang Cheng with some doubt: "This place is a bit too narrow..."
"Narrowness has its own advantages..."
"Ah, aren't we going to hand out the Back-to-work Red Envelopes?? We're going to be late..."
As soon as Zhou Ying finished speaking, the phone in her hand rang.
She saw that it was a call from Fang Yuan.
Her expression changed slightly, and she pointed at the phone in a panic.
She said to Jiang Cheng, "Wait a second... my mom is calling."
Jiang Cheng buried his head and mumbled indistinctly, "Go ahead and answer. I won't move around."
Hearing this, Zhou Ying felt relieved and answered.
However, Zhou Ying regretted it the very next second.
It could only be said that she was still being schooled by society, believing a man's nonsense.
"Hello, Mom," Zhou Ying tried her best to keep her voice calm, but she still couldn't hide a hint of trembling.
"Has Jiang Cheng headed over? I'm already on my way," Fang Yuan's voice came from the other end, sounding a bit anxious.
On the other end of the line, Fang Yuan noticed that Zhou Ying hadn't responded for a while.
She couldn't help but feel suspicious and quickly asked, "Why aren't you saying anything?"
Zhou Ying gritted her teeth tightly, took a deep breath, and tried hard to adjust her somewhat erratic breathing.
"He should be heading out very soon..."
Zhou Ying secretly felt lucky that she had a certain foundation in dance.
She was able to skillfully catch the moments to breathe.
She spoke quickly without letting anyone notice her gasping.
"Why do you sound a bit tired?" Fang Yuan's concerned voice came through the phone.
After catching her breath, Zhou Ying answered with feigned ease.
"Oh, I just finished practicing dance, so I might be a bit out of breath."
"Didn't you say you were coming over for dinner together?"
Zhou Ying quickly explained, "I'll go a bit later. Didn't you say... say there's still a part for handing out red envelopes? I want to wait until that's over before heading over."
"Alright then, I'll hang up first..."
After Zhengde Group was acquired by Jiang Cheng, it was merged into his father's Jiangtai Building Materials.
As the financial supervisor of Zhengde Group, Fang Yuan naturally had to attend this Back-to-work Banquet... Half an hour later, Jiang Cheng kissed Zhou Ying, who was lying motionless by the door.
He was the first to walk out of the storage room.
By the time he reached the entrance, Wang Sheng and a few others were already waiting for him.
"Young Master." Wang Sheng nodded slightly and handed over a briefcase.
"As you instructed, the prepared red envelopes are all inside..."
Jiang Cheng took the briefcase and casually unzipped it to check.
Inside, several stacks of gold-stamped red envelopes were neatly arranged, each one bulging.
"Good work."
Wang Sheng lowered his voice, "However... there's a situation I need to report to you."
Jiang Cheng raised an eyebrow: "Speak."
"The Security Department just discovered a few reporters squatting at the company entrance."
Wang Sheng handed over a tablet with surveillance screenshots on it, "Based on the equipment, they look like they're from the Finance Channel."
Jiang Cheng glanced at the screen and tossed the tablet back with a light chuckle.
"Jiangtai Group is really on the up and up now, isn't it? Even a trivial matter like a Back-to-work Banquet is worth squatting for?"
Wang Sheng quickly followed and, after a moment's hesitation, said, "Then, should we arrange for someone later to..."
Jiang Cheng said, "Let them film whatever they want, as long as they don't film me."
Jiang Cheng opened the car door and suddenly turned back as if remembering something, "By the way, Zhou Ying will be heading over later. Arrange a car for her in a bit..."