Jiang Cheng tilted his head and shot her a sideways glance.
"Human-Machine Scanning System initiating… acquiring target information."
[Name: Lin Weiwei]
[Age: 19]
[Height: 165 cm]
[Face Score: 69]
[Figure: 70]
[Privacy: 7]
[favorability value: 50]
One look at the data and Jiang Cheng instantly understood.
Lin Weiwei had started out an A-cup; science had bumped her up several sizes overnight.
And this face—whatever the algorithm said, it was worth far more than sixty-nine points.
Clearly she'd gone under the knife before college even started.
Made sense—this was Modu Academy of Drama; with only 69 points you enrolled here…
…either to fool around or give up ever playing a lead role.
At that thought, Jiang Cheng's lips curled.
"Cheap? Young Master here happens to adore natural goods that cost nothing." A teasing smile played on his mouth.
At his words, Lin Weiwei's heart clenched; her face drained of color.
Eyes wide, she glared and retorted, "What do you mean?"
Jiang Cheng didn't answer at once; his gaze slid slowly to her chest.
Pensively he said, "Looking at you, I'm reminded of a certain celebrity."
The moment "celebrity" left his lips, Lin Weiwei's twisted expression brightened.
As Jiang Cheng could see, she had truly been ugly since childhood.
Her mother was tall and gorgeous, but her father's ugliness had won the genetic lottery.
Ugly genes always dominate.
She'd inherited more from her father and ended up plain from the start.
Lin Weiwei assumed Jiang Cheng was praising her for resembling some actress.
Delight flickered across her face and she pressed, "Who? Fan Bingbing? Angelababy? I hear that a lot."
After all, she'd modeled herself on those two.
Several major surgeries had sculpted what she looked like now.
Nothing delighted her more than being told she resembled a star.
While onlookers thought Jiang Cheng was about to be charmed away…
…they heard him murmur languidly:
"Jia Nailiang…"
The words hung for two silent seconds, then the crowd exploded in stifled laughter.
"Pfft—Fake-Milk Liang?"
"Hahaha brutal! But I've heard her boobs are fake."
"Obviously fake—look how skinny she is yet those balloons are perfectly round. Scientific?"
Color drained from Lin Weiwei's cheeks, then surged back crimson.
Her plastic surgery had always been a secret known to only a handful.
After all, she'd grown up abroad and rarely contacted relatives back home.
So the truth had stayed safely buried.
Apart from a few bed-partners who knew her breasts were padded, nobody on campus had a clue.
Now her knuckles whitened as she clutched her designer bag; her whole frame shook with rage, eyes fixed on him in disbelief.
"Wh-what did you say??!" she shrieked, voice shrill as a stepped-on cat.
"That nose cost a fortune, and the cheekbones you ground down to nothing—your whole body's pricey. No wonder money's all you talk about."
The chatter around them swelled; many stifled giggles behind their hands, looking at her as though she were a clown for their amusement.
After all, the "Fake-Milk Liang" joke was vivid, merciless humor that shattered the refined image she'd crafted.
"Do you even know who I am? My Parents' status in Modu—one word from me and you won't survive in this city!"
Hearing that,
Jiang Cheng didn't even lift an eyelid, her roar no more than a mosquito's buzz in his ear.
He turned to Si Nian and Si Qing, his tone now gentle.
"Don't stand around in the wind. Get in the car—too many eyes here."
The grievance in the sisters' eyes had already melted into warmth.
They could feel his protection—
not a flamboyant declaration but a quiet, respectful shield that set them at ease.
Yet seeing Lin Weiwei swing her fire toward Jiang Cheng…
…the two girls exchanged a look of dilemma.
Furious that Jiang Cheng ignored her…
…while being so courteous to these "country bumpkins," Lin Weiwei's rage shot sky-high.
She lunged a step, hand out to stop him, screaming, "Stop right there! Who do you think you are, talking to me like that—"
Before her hand could touch him, Jiang Cheng—who seemed to have eyes in the back of his head—
paused mid-step and glanced sideways; his gaze was cold as ice shards.
He swept Lin Weiwei a single, indifferent look.
No anger in it—only pure contempt and impatience.
"Shut up. Say another word and I'll make sure you never speak again."
His voice was low yet carried absolute, crushing authority.
An unshakable aura encircled Jiang Cheng; in that instant Lin Weiwei felt she was facing someone monstrously important.
Her face blanched and not a sound left her throat.
He'd spoken quietly—only she and the two sisters caught the words.
Lin Weiwei wasn't the only one startled.
Si Nian and Si Qing also held their breath, a flicker of shock in their eyes.
They had never seen Jiang Cheng so chillingly severe.
The pressure in his tone felt like an invisible boulder crushing their hearts, leaving them no strength to resist.
Under that immense force they could only tense, afraid that the slightest slack would see them flattened.
The instant Jiang Cheng's voice fell, Wang Sheng sensed the shift in atmosphere.
His burly frame shot forward like lightning, striding over.
When Wang Sheng picked up speed, several Bodyguards lurking nearby also received the cue and closed in fast.
"Young Master Jiang," Wang Sheng greeted respectfully as he reached Jiang Cheng's side.
Lin Weiwei had still meant to scream a few more lines…
…but seeing the stance of Wang Sheng and those Bodyguards…
…and recalling Jiang Cheng's icy stare and "never speak again" warning…
…her hand froze mid-air.
A chill crawled up her spine; involuntarily she took half a step back.
Anyone who traveled with so many guards was clearly no ordinary Second-generation rich kid.
Just who was this Jiang Cheng??
Without another glance Jiang Cheng turned, offering Si Nian and Si Qing a gentlemanly "after you."
Unlike last time, he didn't hold each sister by the hand.
Instead he kept a deliberate, courteous distance as he escorted them toward the rolls-royce.
Seeing Lin Weiwei finally shut up, he quickly circled to the rear and opened the custom rear door.
The car's original two separate seats had been refitted into a roomy three-seat bench; neither girl was riding it for the first time.
In perfect understanding, one boarded first and took the left window seat.
After Jiang Cheng climbed in, the other settled on the right by the window.
Throughout, Jiang Cheng made no show of ownership or public affection.
Nor did he flaunt anything before the crowd.
That intentional distance, rather than any undue closeness, warmed Si Nian and Si Qing's hearts.
They knew Jiang Cheng well—if he truly didn't care about onlookers he'd have been as casually intimate as before.
Yet he chose the most restrained manner, giving them the most dignified respect in front of all their classmates.
The gesture quietly filled the sisters with gratitude, dispersing most of the irritation Lin Weiwei had stirred up.