He Youjun continued, "This is the second time I've met Brother Yuan. Everyone knows about the last time, and I'm innocent too."
Chen Hao and Qin Fen immediately chimed in with tacit agreement, "Both of our hands are clean as well."
After Wang Congcong snapped out of it, he held back the urge to curse.
He hugged Jiang Cheng and smiled bitterly.
"I'm seriously going to puke. Someone like Old Qi? I can't stomach that, okay?"
Qi Yuan, however, wasn't affected at all.
He pointed at Wang Congcong and scolded him with a laugh, "Brother Cheng, you really have to be careful. Look at the pictures that guy posted on the Social Media Platform before, hugging those two men. Those two men were even kissing his cheeks at the same time. One look and you can tell something's not right..."
Hearing this, Jiang Cheng looked at Wang Congcong, "So everyone not only has broad interests but are also omnivores?"
Wang Congcong immediately grew anxious upon hearing that.
"Gosh, don't listen to Qi Yuan's nonsense. I was just drunk back then, and we were all just playing around."
Seeing Wang Congcong and Qi Yuan bickering back and forth, Qin Fen seized the opportunity to change the subject.
His tone was full of the excitement of someone seeking credit.
"Oh, I almost forgot something. I already prepared the hype Girls, but I forgot to call them up. Brother Cheng, it's the ones from Waitan No. 1 Genting Club I mentioned earlier. I specifically asked them to send them over. Since you hadn't arrived yet, I didn't let them come up."
As soon as he finished, Qin Fen turned and tilted his chin toward the bar manager waiting nearby, his tone crisp: "Manager Zhang, go bring the people I arranged over. Tell them everyone is here."
The manager quickly bowed and replied, "Certainly, Mr. Qin, I'll go right now."
Seeing the manager turn to call the Girls, Qin Fen explained further to Jiang Cheng.
"A couple of days ago in the group chat, weren't these guys complaining about the Internet Celebrity Wang brought? They said she wasn't to their taste. That's why I booked the Genting Club; they have all kinds of Girls there from every walk of life. Tall, short, quiet, lively—every type is covered. This time, I'm sure they'll be satisfied."
After finishing his speech, Qin Fen didn't dare crowd the center seat and sat down next to Qi Yuan.
Seeing Qin Fen sit beside him, Qi Yuan was clearly unable to contain himself. He reached out and patted Qin Fen's arm, "Not bad, Qin Fen. You've handled things well this time. As long as they're better than the last batch, it's fine."
Wang Congcong naturally sat in the empty seat to Jiang Cheng's right, and the moment he sat down, he motioned for He Youjun to sit next to him.
"They were the ones complaining, not me. In my eyes, tall, short, thin, or fat, it's all the same. Anyway, don't they all just sit down when told? What's the difference?"
Before Jiang Cheng arrived, Wang Congcong's reclining posture could be described as very casual.
But now, he straightened his back. Although he still occupied a corner of the sofa, he was no longer as relaxed as before.
His elbows were no longer draped back over the backrest; there was a bit more restraint in his posture.
Hearing this, Qi Yuan immediately retorted, "You can't put it that way. Isn't there a difference between sitting down quickly and sitting down slowly?"
Wang Zheng and Chen Hao didn't try to crowd onto the main sofa, instead sitting down in the adjacent side booth.
They leaned forward slightly, appearing neither too distant nor overstepping the boundary of the core circle.
Wang Zheng followed up on Qi Yuan's words, "Brother Yuan is right. Not only is there speed, but whether the Girl is nervous is also a factor."
After saying this, He Youjun smiled and gave them both a thumbs-up.
"It seems you two are masters who have tasted all aspects of life. I'm impressed, truly impressed."
The atmosphere was great, but Wu Quan, Sun Zhisheng, and Zhao Cheng were more restrained compared to the others.
The three of them sat together on the outermost sofa, maintaining a half-arm's distance from the main sofa.
They exchanged glances, none of them daring to join the conversation casually, just waiting quietly.
They consciously stepped back half a circle in their seating arrangement.
Throughout the booth, the layout of the sofas had quietly formed an arc centered around Jiang Cheng.
The center seat of the main sofa was firmly reserved for Jiang Cheng, with Qi Yuan, Wang Congcong, He Youjun, and Qin Fen surrounding him, each showing their own restraint.
Wang Zheng and Chen Hao accompanied them from the side booth, while Wu Quan and the other two kept their distance at the edge.
No one had deliberately arranged it, yet it was as if a set of default rules was quietly operating.
Even the waiter bringing up the wine bowed slightly toward Jiang Cheng first when refilling.
Then he refilled the others' glasses in turn. The sequence of his actions was the most direct reflection of the status and social circles of this group.
Wu Quan, Sun Zhisheng, and Zhao Cheng sat side-by-side on the outermost single sofas.
As the one with the highest status among the trio, Wu Quan's gaze appeared more steady than the other two.
He subconsciously adjusted his posture upon sitting, keeping his back straight, neither deliberately fawning nor overstepping in the slightest.
His fingertips unconsciously rubbed the rim of his glass as his gaze landed on the center of the coffee table.
He avoided direct eye contact with Wang Congcong and the others.
He was well aware of his family's subtle position in the business world; not stealing the spotlight was the safest form of propriety.
Sun Zhisheng's father worked in taxation, so he was slightly more lively than Wu Quan.
He would laugh along with the crowd a few times but never took the initiative to speak.
His legs were neatly tucked together, and his hands were placed on his knees.
It was as if he was deliberately restraining his posture to avoid being seen as a "child of the system who doesn't know the rules" due to being too casual.
As the son of the Vice Minister of the Ministry of Works, Zhao Cheng was even quieter, holding his wine glass but barely moving.
Occasionally, he would glance at the main sofa, his gaze lingering briefly on Jiang Cheng before quickly withdrawing.
The three of them occasionally exchanged low whispers, their voices kept extremely low and their content mostly consisting of agreeable short phrases, never initiating a topic.
While the group was chatting, Manager Zhang had already quickly returned.
Following behind him was a line of women with upright postures.
The sound of high heels stepping on the carpet was light and steady, instantly quieting the noisy booth.
Manager Zhang stood to the side and bowed respectfully to Jiang Cheng, "Young Master Jiang, Young Master Wang, gentlemen, I've brought the ladies."
Jiang Cheng looked up and scanned them. The leading woman was dressed in a champagne-colored velvet gown.
She was nearly 1.7 meters tall, with smooth shoulder and neck lines, and her long hair was loosely tied in a low bun.
Revealing a slender swan neck, her every move carried a sense of gentle intellect.
Her gaze was calm and composed as it swept over the group, without the slightest hint of intimidation.
Beside her was a petite and exquisite Girl wearing a white short-styled suit skirt.
Her ear-length short hair was neat and refreshing, her round almond eyes sparkled with vitality, and a faint smile played on her lips, like a lively yet unobtrusive elf.
Even standing in a crowd, she couldn't hide that cute confidence.
Standing in the middle was a woman in a black slip dress, tall and slender, with a waist as delicate as a willow branch.
Her long, seaweed-like curly hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her skin was as white as snow.
She didn't deliberately cater to anyone's gaze, merely tilting her chin slightly, her eyes cold and lazy.
She carried an air of aloofness that warned others not to approach, yet inadvertently exuded a unique charm.
In contrast to her was a woman with a curvaceous figure.
She wore a wine-red form-fitting qipao that outlined her full curves, with a jade hairpin tucked into her updo.
Her features carried a hint of classical charm, and her hands hung naturally at her sides.
Her smile was gentle and graceful, showing no awkwardness due to her rounded figure.
Instead, she exuded a sense of elegant ease.