Soon, Jiang Cheng carried Zhou Ying to the edge of the bed in the room for a yoga lesson.
Zhou Ying's dance foundation was quite excellent.
From Jiang Cheng's perspective as a layman, he felt that Zhou Ying and Jiang Chu Ran's skills were likely on par with each other.
Jiang Cheng had already witnessed Zhou Ying's flexibility before.
However, today Jiang Cheng didn't have her demonstrate any high-difficulty movements.
She merely performed a yoga 'Rabbit Pose'.
This posture only required movement for support, and most girls could easily do it well.
Jiang Cheng went straight to the point, discussing different movements with Zhou Ying.
It was a different story for Fang Yuan, who was having a rough time.
Originally, she really had prepared to go to sleep.
But now, all traces of sleepiness had vanished.
Fang Yuan stood up and walked over to the full-length mirror in the room.
She slowly took off her pajamas... The next day, by the time the two of them woke up, Fang Yuan was already gone.
He picked up his phone and took a look.
Upon clicking it, he saw several messages from Huang Yuqi.
Huang Yuqi: "Thank you, Jiang Cheng. I only found out today that you arranged the doctors and nursing staff at the hospital for me. Thank you so much."
After reading it, Jiang Cheng replied right in front of Zhou Ying: "You're welcome. Is your grandmother doing any better?"
Huang Yuqi: "She's fine. The test results showed high blood pressure and high blood lipids. She just needs to take her medicine and recuperate."
Jiang Cheng: "That's good then."
Zhou Ying watched the conversation between Jiang Cheng and Huang Yuqi from the side. Although she didn't know Huang Yuqi, seeing Jiang Cheng reply so candidly in front of her without any concealment caused a warm current to well up in her heart.
The sense of crisis she had felt at An Xin's place yesterday lessened quite a bit at this moment.
As before, Zhou Ying only took a few quick glances before sensibly shifting her gaze elsewhere.
Noticing Zhou Ying's actions, Jiang Cheng didn't say much.
Zhou Ying didn't ask, and Jiang Cheng didn't explain who Huang Yuqi was.
The two maintained a tacit silence, each playing on their phones and occasionally chatting.
After a while, Jiang Cheng put down his phone and hugged Zhou Ying's silky-smooth body.
He said softly, "darling, let's go buy a car for your mother."
Hearing this, Zhou Ying snapped her head up and looked at Jiang Cheng with a face full of shock, seemingly completely unexpected that he would say such a thing.
She knew Jiang Cheng all too well. With his personality and financial power, he certainly wouldn't just buy an ordinary car worth a few hundred thousand.
Zhou Ying's first reaction was to refuse, and she hurriedly said, "Buy a car? But my mom..."
However, before she could finish, Jiang Cheng interrupted her.
"Your mother saved Zhengde over a million in procurement this year. Although there are bonuses, she's also been handling Jiang Tai's finances this time. If it weren't for her, I wouldn't have known Jiang Tai's finances had so many serious problems. So, buying a car for her is just a small token of our appreciation and gratitude."
Seeing that Jiang Cheng had already made up his mind, Zhou Ying didn't argue further.
"Alright then, let's buy it next time I'm back. There's no time today; I have to get up, or I'll miss my flight."
As soon as Zhou Ying finished speaking, Jiang Cheng immediately pulled her onto himself.
"Wait a moment. First, come have a taste of your favorite banana-flavored lollipop..."
...Two days later, just as Jiang Cheng was thinking about whether to head back to Shanghai first, Zhou Zhiyuan's phone call came through.
"Hello, Brother Cheng." Zhou Zhiyuan's voice was low, revealing a sense of exhaustion and frustration.
Jiang Cheng immediately asked, "What's with this decadent voice? What happened to you?"
A sigh came from the other end of the line.
"Are you free right now? If you are, come out and have a few drinks with me."
Jiang Cheng's heart stirred. Combining this with the conversation he'd overheard between him and Xu Ya at the villa last time, Jiang Cheng could roughly guess it was definitely because of that matter.
But as a brother, Jiang Cheng didn't take the initiative to bring it up.
"Sure, are you by yourself?" Jiang Cheng asked.
Zhou Zhiyuan answered gloomily, "Yeah, I'm alone right now."
"Okay, send me the location. See you later." After hanging up, the corners of Jiang Cheng's mouth curled up slightly, revealing a faint smile.
"Okay, see you later," the person on the other end replied.
Soon, Jiang Cheng was driving his bentley continental, cruising smoothly through the nighttime streets.
The city lights flashed outside the window, reflecting off the luxurious interior of the car.
Half an hour later, the bentley continental came to a steady stop in front of a lounge called "Overtime."
Pushing open the car door, the absence of the heater and a blast of cold wind made Jiang Cheng shudder involuntarily.
The temperature on a winter night was only a few degrees, yet the entrance to this bar was exceptionally lively.
Some young ladies, not even wearing stockings, were squatting under the sign with their phones, striking various cute poses for selfies.
Pushing open the carved wooden door of the "Yunyin" lounge, a mixture of alcohol fragrance and a faint scent of smoke wafted toward him.
Jiang Cheng's eyes quickly scanned the room and soon spotted Zhou Zhiyun sitting in a corner booth.
He sat there alone, with several bottles of beer and two glasses of whiskey on the table in front of him.
Seeing Jiang Cheng walk over, Zhou Zhiyun slowly raised his head and forced a somewhat strained smile.
The stubble growing on his chin glinted with a grayish-blue light under the spotlights.
"Brother Cheng, you're here." Zhou Zhiyun's voice was low and raspy, seemingly carrying a hint of weariness.
Glancing at the ashtray on the table, he saw three or four cigarette butts stubbed out inside, one of which was still emitting wisps of white smoke.
Jiang Cheng tossed his car keys onto the table.
The sound of metal clashing startled a couple at the next table, making them turn to look.
"Are you trying to be some decadent literary youth?"
Seeing Jiang Cheng arrive, Zhou Zhiyun finally picked up the whiskey he had ordered.
He swirled it and gestured to Jiang Cheng, "Let's have a drink first. We're not going home until we're drunk tonight."
After picking up a glass and clinking it with Zhou Zhiyun's.
Jiang Cheng pointed at the beer on the table and said, "You want to drink until you're drunk with just this..."
After saying that, Jiang Cheng reached out and waved to the Waitress.
The Waitress walked over quickly.
"Bring a bottle of Yamazaki 18-year, and add a fruit platter."
"Certainly, please wait a moment."
After the Waitress left, Zhou Zhiyun suddenly sat up straight: "I just checked, a bottle of Yamazaki 18-year here sells for 3888! My funds are a bit tight these days..."
As mentioned before, Zhou Zhiyun's family background was middle-class.
He was the only son in the family.
Although his pocket money wasn't as little as Jiang Cheng's used to be, it was still more than the average person's.
Based on what he said, at two thousand a pop for Xu Ya, this guy couldn't have been calling her for several days in a row, could he?
"Don't worry about that. When you're out with me, you don't need to worry about this."
Zhou Zhiyuan didn't act pretentious after hearing that.
He replied directly, "Then thanks, Brother Cheng. Next time when I've saved up some money, I'll treat you when I'm back."
"Alright, I'm counting on you then. What's with this look of yours??"