After clasping Jiang Cheng's hand, Yuan Jing let her fingertips linger, brushing two teasing circles across his palm.
The casual flick made Jiang Cheng's brow lift a fraction.
Catching the tiny reaction from the corner of her eye, she felt a surge of quiet triumph.
She knew her figure was the one advantage she held over Bai Xiaoxiao.
So, without the least concealment, she hitched the side-slit of her dress higher up her thigh.
Her gaze locked on Jiang Cheng. "Speaking of which, Xiaoxiao, didn't you say you were taking Great God Poseidon to dinner?"
Seeing Yuan Jing flaunt herself, Bai Xiaoxiao swallowed her irritation and forced a smile. "That's right, we're just on our way to eat. I won't keep you, we'll head off now and I'll fill you in later tonight."
Yuan Jing didn't let her expression slip.
Instead she put on a show of hurt.
Parting her lips, she said softly, "Oh, so this is what they mean by choosing beauty over friends? I happen to know a nice restaurant nearby—why don't we all go? Meeting Great God Poseidon is such an honour; I'd love to treat you."
Even though she could feel Bai Xiaoxiao's irritation spilling over, Yuan Jing kept her radiant smile fixed on Jiang Cheng, waiting for his answer.
Jiang Cheng chuckled easily. "Sure, sounds good."
Elated by his consent, Yuan Jing hurried to his side, positioning herself beside his free arm.
She didn't actually hook her arm through his.
But she pressed close enough that the expensive, full curve of her breast kept brushing his sleeve.
Bai Xiaoxiao's face darkened as if it might drip water.
Yet she dared not vent at Jiang Cheng; she could only glare at Yuan Jing.
She wanted nothing more than to demand why Yuan Jing was pulling this stunt.
But a second thought told her the question was pointless.
Jiang Cheng had already seen Yuan Jing and showed no dislike.
She herself had no real claim on him.
If Jiang Cheng really took a shine to Yuan Jing, throwing a tantrum would only humiliate her.
Besides, Jiang Cheng was still her boss—
Her 'Daddy Client',
The man who held her career in his palm.
Under those circumstances, the smart move was to know her place and not provoke him.
A man like him had too many choices.
One look at Yuan Jing told her that if he wished, women would queue up like carp in a river.
If she wanted to win him, passivity was the worst strategy; she had to fight for it.
While Bai Xiaoxiao's thoughts tangled, Yuan Jing had already started flirting with Jiang Cheng.
"President Jiang, I heard you game too. Don't tell me you and Xiaoxiao met playing pubg?"
Jiang Cheng looked as though he'd forgotten all about buying her a skirt.
Bai Xiaoxiao swallowed her grievance and tucked the tiny hope away.
The only time he'd shown her any warmth since they met was when she'd soaked her clothes and stood there helpless.
So she guessed he probably liked girls who knew how to act fragile and sweet.
With that in mind, she quickened her pace, slipped her arm naturally through his.
In height she couldn't compete with Yuan Jing.
But when it came to 'panda size', Bai Xiaoxiao feared no one.
She rolled her eyes at Yuan Jing. "Tch, you claimed you knew Onii-chan so well—didn't you know Onii-chan hates pubg?"
Seeing Bai Xiaoxiao cling to Jiang Cheng, Yuan Jing wouldn't be outdone.
She swiftly slipped her own arm through his other elbow.
"He doesn't like it? Maybe because you're so awful at it that Great God Poseidon refuses to squad with you?" A sly half-smile curved her lips.
Bai Xiaoxiao could banter with the lechers in her stream all day long.
But when it came to pampering a big spender, she was nowhere near as slick as a borderline Streamer like Yuan Jing.
Yuan Jing's barb made Bai Xiaoxiao puff up like an angry cat.
"I'm trash? Yuan Jing, are you forgetting I'm a gaming Streamer? You're the borderline Streamer and you dare call me trash?"
While Bai Xiaoxiao fumed, Yuan Jing stayed unruffled.
She gave a small shrug. "I know you're a gaming Streamer, but all you do is spray abuse; everyone who teams with you ends up driven off. Bet you rarely ever get that chicken dinner, huh?"
The jab hit home, and Bai Xiaoxiao found no ready retort.
Her channel thrived on trash-talk; she'd long been used to roasting people live and never saw anything wrong with it.
What could she do?
Still, she refused to back down.
"I may flame a lot, but my mechanics are solid. Unlike someone whose skill is a joke. Remember when we first started, I was the one carrying you."
After that, she gave Jiang Cheng's arm a deliberate squeeze.
A silent plea for backup.
Jiang Cheng understood perfectly. The corner of his mouth lifted in a faint, amused curve.
Indeed, a man couldn't afford to be too honest.
Sometimes a little silence made the show far more entertaining.
Rather than speak up for her, he chose to watch from the sidelines.
Letting the two women tear into each other right in front of him.
Yuan Jing followed Bai Xiaoxiao's lead, rubbing her chest against Jiang Cheng's phone.
"You taught me, true—but haven't you heard 'the student surpasses the master'? Even if my aim isn't hard, I know how to sweet-talk. Anyone paired with me ends up wrapped around my finger."
"In pubg, trash talk is useless; you need sweet coaxing for a real duo climb. Otherwise, no matter how slick your flick, if you only spray for yourself, what good is it?"
With a beauty on each arm—one bold, one sweet—and both letting out flirty laughter,
The old perverts strolling along Chunxi Road were green with envy.
"Damn, goddesses I can only lick on my phone—how does that guy get two at once?"
"I thought we were all equal now—where's the fairness?"
"Morals are gone, huh? Girls these days… why don't I ever meet ones like that? F*ck!"