With Zhong Chuxi tagging him like this, the class group chat instantly became lively.
After all, they were very familiar with each other after three years as classmates.
Especially Jiang Cheng; he had always been on good terms with many people.
Now that he had become a high-flyer, although there was a great sense of distance, they were all adults, and everyone still wanted to stay in touch with him if given the chance.
Li Xudong: "Whoa. @Jiang Cheng, worshipping the big shot."
Chen Xiaoli: "I can't even snag a ticket home; I can only huddle in the dorm eating instant noodles..."
Jiang Yun: "I usually have to use all sorts of coupons just for economy class. I never expected a private jet... I'm crying from envy."
Zhou Zhiyun: "@Li Xudong, how did you get so good at bootlicking lately?"
Seeing Zhou Zhiyuan dissing him again, Li Xudong was gnashing his teeth in anger on the other side of the phone.
He hadn't even settled the score with Zhou Zhiyuan for getting him drunk in Jiang Cheng's villa last time.
Speaking of the last time, Li Xudong felt he had been too young and aggressive.
In his own romanticized view, his relationship with Jiang Cheng during those three years of high school wasn't exactly like fire and water, but it wasn't very pleasant either.
Especially during PE class basketball games, Jiang Cheng stole the spotlight every time.
So, when they returned to the classroom, he would use his title as Class Monitor to cause trouble for Jiang Cheng during professional courses.
Although Li Xudong really wanted to snap back at Zhou Zhiyun, he typed words only to delete them repeatedly, eventually not sending anything.
Although he held it in, Li Xudong forwarded a screenshot of the group chat to Zhao Jia.
Zhao Jia was currently browsing for high-speed rail tickets on her phone. Because of the holidays, she hadn't been able to snag a ticket for several days and was currently feeling frustrated.
Seeing Li Xudong suddenly send her a picture, Zhao Jia's heart skipped a beat.
Back in high school, she had also paid attention to Li Xudong.
After all, the boys in the class with relatively good conditions were Jiang Cheng and Li Xudong.
In the end, comparing the two, Jiang Cheng was much more generous than Li Xudong.
So, Zhao Jia eventually chose Jiang Cheng.
Why would Li Xudong contact her after not being in touch for so long??
Could it be that Li Xudong was also interested in her?
Although Li Xudong wasn't as rich as Jiang Cheng now, Zhao Jia remembered he also wore a Longines watch.
He should have some pocket money.
No, no, how could she think like that??
What kind of person was Li Xudong? He clearly couldn't compare to Jiang Cheng.
Just because of him, he wanted to flirt with her? It was simply a dream.
Thinking this, Zhao Jia instantly lost the mood to look for tickets and immediately switched to the chat page with Li Xudong.
However, after opening Li Xudong's screenshot and taking a look, the smile on Zhao Jia's face instantly froze.
In less than two seconds, her tears instantly came gushing down.
Her knuckles turned white from gripping the phone, and her tears fell onto the photo of Zhou Ying's private jet on the screen.
Opening the class group chat, she saw everyone was still complimenting Zhou Ying.
Zhao Jia instantly felt a pain so sharp she couldn't breathe.
Even breathing carried a sour, stinging pain.
Why?
Why could Zhou Ying sit in a private jet and smile, while she had to be on this cramped iron bunk bed, her eyes red from staying up to snag a high-speed rail ticket she couldn't get?
Sobbing, how could she not cry?
In her heart, even if she hadn't been good before, Jiang Cheng had once been hers.
There were other people in the dormitory right now.
She could only silently wipe her tears, curled up on the top bunk of the university dorm, pulling the bed curtains tightly shut.
Shutting out the laughter of her roommate on the bottom bunk.
While crying, she fished out a small bag from under her pillow.
After unzipping it, she took out the love letters Jiang Cheng had written when he was pursuing her in high school.
Back then, the letters Jiang Cheng wrote to her were written neatly.
But how could she have taken them seriously back then?
Later, after searching for a long time, she only found one.
Mainly because back then, receiving these things only felt pathetic to her.
What she wanted were gifts and transfers, not these sincere love letters.
She would even just toss them into her desk drawer after reading.
Sometimes, thinking they took up too much space, she even sold some to the scrap collector along with old test papers.
But ever since she broke up with Jiang Cheng and found out he had become even richer, these love letters Jiang Cheng once wrote her suddenly became treasures.
Now, the only one left had long been placed in a transparent plastic bag by her, carefully preserved.
Recalling Jiang Cheng's past thoughtfulness and sincerity, Zhao Jia even began to repeatedly stroke the edges of the letter.
She even romanticized her past self over and over in her mind.
She must have loved Jiang Cheng very much back then, otherwise why would she have been with him, right?
She wasn't doing it for money.
The reason she kept asking Jiang Cheng for gifts was also to make sure if Jiang Cheng was sincere to her.
When Jiang Cheng wrote these to her back then, he must have been thinking about giving her a good life in the future, right?
While romanticizing her past memories, Zhao Jia didn't recall how Jiang Cheng had scrimped and saved to buy her the latest headphones, only for her to turn around and complain to her friends that they were "too cheap."
She even forgot how Jiang Cheng waited two hours in the rain to give her an umbrella, while she went out for hot pot with her deskmate.
She forgot even more her arrogance when Jiang Cheng proposed the breakup.
Now, all these memories were crushed and reassembled by her, leaving only the core: "Jiang Cheng was once mine."
She chewed on it repeatedly, obsessively convinced.
As long as these love letters were still there, she was more qualified than Zhou Ying to stand by Jiang Cheng's side.
Jiang Cheng, however, didn't know about this little interlude.
The rolls-royce cullinan had already arrived at Xingchen's headquarters.
When Jiang Cheng's car drove into the company parking lot, it wasn't immediately cleared for entry.
Seeing himself blocked by the security guard, Jiang Cheng instantly called it ridiculous; when he arrived at Zhou Ying's school this morning, the security guard let him in directly, okay?
Seeing the guard walk out of the booth, Jiang Cheng suddenly felt that his company's security was actually quite competent.
The young security guard in front of the gate clutched his registration book and took a quick look.
Mainly, the license plate of this rolls-royce cullinan didn't appear on the VIP list from his pre-job training.
Looking at the Spirit of Ecstasy hood ornament, Zhou Li's forehead sweated slightly as he bit his lower lip, moved forward two steps, and called out to the car window: "Hello, please register the vehicle information..."
Just as he finished speaking, another security guard in the booth, Li Wei, also stepped out quickly.
He was holding a parking management manual that was still in its plastic wrap.
Even though it was a luxury car, they didn't dare to let it pass randomly.
He leaned in close to Chen Yang and whispered, "What's wrong? Is it not on the list?"
Just as Zhou Li shook his head, the rolls-royce cullinan's window began to lower.
Jiang Cheng took off the sunglasses he was wearing, revealing his clear features.
Seeing this, Zhou Li and Li Wei looked at each other, both stunned.
Li Wei was quicker to react; he snapped the manual shut, his voice trembling slightly:
"President Jiang, I'm sorry, I didn't know it was you..."
Seeing the two of them bow and salute him in apology.
Jiang Cheng waved his hand: "Hey, what are you apologizing for? You two have worked hard..."
After saying this, Jiang Cheng's fingertip lightly tapped the solid wood center armrest box next to the driver's seat, and the neatly wrapped lid popped open slowly with a smooth resistance.
Sure enough, Wang Sheng had already placed some cigarettes inside.
After a glance, Jiang Cheng took four packs of Panda Hard Classic from the storage compartment and handed them to the security guards.
"Here, these cigarettes are for you. Take them."