Just as Si Nian felt she couldn't bear it any longer, Jiang Cheng finally turned around.
So, the question was—what had Si Qing been humming just now?
The thought made her heart ache instantly.
She completely forgot the agreement they'd just made to stand united.
Although she didn't know exactly what Jiang Cheng had done to Si Qing, Si Nian still moved closer to him.
Originally, Jiang Cheng hadn't planned to do anything to Si Nian, but now that she was taking the initiative…
how could he bear to refuse?
After evaluation, the fabric of both pajamas proved excellent.
Listening from the side, Si Qing couldn't help biting her lower lip.
Fortunately, a few minutes later, Jiang Cheng let go of Si Nian.
"Sleep. It's late." With that, Jiang Cheng simply closed his eyes.
Though both women felt a little restless, seeing Jiang Cheng keep his word made their hearts soften as if steeped in warm water.
No matter how uneasy they felt, sleeping together all three on the first night was more than they could accept.
Seeing that Jiang Cheng really wasn't moving anymore, eyes closed…
both women quietly relaxed their tense backs.
Shuang Shuang turned to gaze at Jiang Cheng's peaceful profile.
In the darkness, only their soft breathing remained.
And Jiang Cheng's breath, gradually turning steady and long.
Si Qing: favorability value +2!
Si Nian: favorability value +2!
The sisters' favorability values together reached 92.
Soon, once Jiang Cheng was finally asleep, Si Qing was first to shift closer, gently circling his waist with her arm.
Seeing this, Si Nian hesitated for two seconds, then also reached out from the other side, hugging Jiang Cheng's arm and resting her cheek against his shoulder.
As Jiang Cheng's breathing steadied, the last of their unease melted away.
Their eyelids grew heavy; the faint cedar scent from Jiang Cheng lulled them into drowsiness.
The two quickly sank into sound sleep, unconsciously tightening their holds on him.
Just as their breathing became completely even, Jiang Cheng's closed eyes slowly opened.
There was no trace of sleep in them—only a knowing smile.
It wasn't that he didn't want to do anything.
This sort of thing needed a gradual desensitization process.
This time the three of them had shared a bed; next time they could sleep side by side again.
This time the system's stock-trend curve was for Love Book on the us stock market.
In Pretty Country, Love Book is the equivalent of China's wechat.
Jiang Cheng remembered that two years earlier, to crack the Chinese market,
Zuckerberg had deliberately crafted the persona of a "Chinese son-in-law."
He even wore Tang suits and spoke Chinese to please Chinese netizens.
Still, Love Book ultimately lost to Penguin.
After all, this was China.
Yet Zuckerberg was a shrewd operator; seeing that currying favor with China brought no benefit,
he quickly changed his tune.
In the following years he kept suppressing Chinese companies in Pretty Country's market.
At their congressional antitrust hearings,
he was the only tech-giant CEO who explicitly claimed we stole Pretty Country's technology.
A perfect demonstration of a businessman's two-faced nature.
According to the system, Love Book's UK analytics arm secretly siphoned data on nearly a hundred million users for domestic political marketing.
The matter is still being kept under wraps internally.
Once it breaks, the market will panic.
When markets panic, stocks tumble.
A company this size won't hold up in the short term.
Add to that Zuckerberg's earlier, overly obvious courtship of the Chinese market, which not only failed to win goodwill in China but even drew curses from his own compatriots in Pretty Country.
With such a reputation, if a privacy breach of this scale is exposed, no one will dare take over.
So Jiang Cheng could enter Love Book before the scandal erupts…
The next morning, when the two women woke, Jiang Cheng was already gone.
They had slept so soundly without the slightest vigilance; both looked annoyed with themselves.
Soon they spotted their clothes on the bedside chair—clearly washed and dried.
The huge living room was empty.
They hadn't had time to look around when they arrived last night.
Now, faced with the luxurious villa, they couldn't help sighing in admiration.
They had grown up in Pengcheng, where most families squeezed into seventy or eighty square meters.
After all, Pengcheng's housing prices were notorious.
Take their own home: eighty square meters cost more than three million.
Owning an eighty-square-meter apartment downtown already placed their family well-off.
Of course, that was only compared with their classmates.
Next to Jiang Cheng, their entire home wasn't even as large as his bedroom.