She was from the Dance Academy, so even though she had no stage experience, she was very skilled at movements like back kicks and face-to-face high leg lifts while they were by the window just now.
Even though she felt some shame due to her lack of experience, her years of dance training allowed her to handle it with ease.
Counting the day they bought the house and the experience by the window just now, this was already the third time.
Fortunately, Jiang Cheng had a lot of patience for this little fool, and although he didn't rush her...
Seeing that she was a novice, he still gave her quite a lot of face.
But even though he gave her face, this Girl didn't quite live up to it.
Five minutes later, after a quick wash in the bathroom, Jiang Churan finally sat down for dinner.
Seeing her come out, Jiang Cheng beckoned to her.
Perhaps because their relationship had achieved a qualitative leap, although Jiang Churan's face was flushed, she sat on Jiang Cheng's lap more naturally than usual.
The room service at Renji Mountain Villa was excellent; they wouldn't deliver the food immediately after it was prepared.
Instead, they would call first to ask if it should be sent up right away, to avoid the meal getting cold if no one was home to receive it.
So, even though they had delayed for some time over two rounds, it didn't matter because the meal had just been heated and delivered.
After sitting down, Chu Ran noticed that Jiang Cheng had already cut her steak into bite-sized pieces that were easy to eat.
Instantly, a warm current mixed with the sweetness of being pampered surged into her heart, causing the corners of her mouth to rise slightly into a happy smile.
Before she was in a relationship, she used to think that if she ever fell in love, she would never demand her partner do everything for her.
Now that she was in one, and with a super Second-generation rich man like Jiang Cheng, Jiang Churan had never dared to hope for such treatment after truly becoming his girlfriend.
She was well aware of Jiang Cheng's status; he was the kind of favored son of heaven who stood among the clouds, looking down on the masses.
Being with him already felt to her like Cinderella accidentally wandering into a royal palace ball.
Therefore, in their daily interactions, she always subconsciously wanted to take more care of him.
For instance, she would proactively get him utensils or serve him food, as if through these small services she could slightly balance the slight anxiety in her heart caused by the gap in their status.
She had always felt that a man like Jiang Cheng was born to be served, not to serve others.
So, every time Jiang Cheng did these seemingly ordinary little things for her...
Whether it was naturally serving her food when dining out or, like now, silently cutting her steak while she was washing up, it would stir up huge ripples in her heart.
Yes, this was reality.
If Jiang Cheng were just an ordinary guy, these actions certainly wouldn't make her heart race so much; they might even be seen as a given in a relationship.
Precisely because he was Jiang Cheng—the high and mighty, supposedly unreachable Jiang Cheng—this thoughtfulness seemed so precious.
Like the mercy of a deity, it made her feel a dizzying happiness of being uniquely pampered amidst her pleasant surprise.
This made her clearly feel that in his eyes, she wasn't just a beautiful 'vase' fitting the role of a girlfriend, but a living person being cherished and protected by him.
This feeling of being treated as an equal and being carefully looked after moved her more than any expensive gift.
In her joy, Jiang Churan proactively kissed Jiang Cheng's cheek several times.
Then, instead of lingering in Jiang Cheng's arms, she sat to the side, picked up a fork, and fed Jiang Cheng a piece of steak first.
"Is it good?"
Hearing this, Jiang Cheng shook his head.
"Hmm, I can't tell."
Seeing Jiang Churan's face turn red from his teasing, Jiang Cheng leaned his head over.
He couldn't resist sealing her fragrant lips again.
After two minutes, Jiang Churan said breathlessly, "Stop it, let's eat. The food will get cold in a bit."
As she spoke, the wechat notification on her phone nearby rang out.
Hearing the sound, Jiang Churan acted as if she had found a lifeline. Instead of looking at Jiang Cheng's teasing face, she picked up her phone to check it.
She saw that the wechat messages were still from Xu Yan.
Xu Yan: "???"
Perhaps seeing that Jiang Churan hadn't replied after the first one, Xu Yan had sent two more messages.
Xu Yan: "Still not finished eating??"
Xu Yan: "Is it good??"
Seeing this, Jiang Churan's mouth, which was slowly chewing steak, instantly froze... she suppressed the urge to spit it out.
If it weren't for Jiang Cheng, she wouldn't want to experience that suffocating feeling at all.
Jiang Churan's face was now beet red, and she didn't know how to reply. Meanwhile, Xu Yan, who was sitting in the passenger seat of Shen Shuang's Ferrari, didn't look much better than Jiang Churan.
Earlier in the hospital ward, after Xu Yan sent those question marks, her heart was far from as calm as it appeared on the surface.
Because she had been staring at her phone the whole time, she naturally saw what the message Jiang Churan had retracted said.
She had asked her, "What are you doing?"
Jiang Churan had actually replied: "How did you know?"
When she saw that, she was momentarily stunned. Immediately, a wave of heat—a mix of shock, realization, and extreme embarrassment—rushed to her cheeks and ears with a 'boom.'
Her fingertips quickly tapped the screen, sending three question marks in a row.
But there was no more movement from the other side.
Every minute waiting for a reply became exceptionally long.
Her thoughts drifted uncontrollably, and fragments of movie scenes and sounds pieced themselves together in her mind.
It made the palms holding her phone slightly sweaty, and the heat on her cheeks refused to fade for a long time.
"What are you thinking about? Your face is so red. Still thinking about that matter with Jerry and the others?"
In the driver's seat, Shen Shuang held the steering wheel steadily. Her gaze swept over the distracted Xu Yan in the passenger seat as she spoke.
Xu Yan was pulled back to reality by Shen Shuang's voice. Her heart skipped a beat, as if her private thoughts had been seen through.
She quickly took a deep breath, forcing down the ambiguous and chaotic images in her mind, and followed Shen Shuang's lead: "Ah... a little. Sister Shuang, what do you think about this? It's too sudden, and too coincidental..."
Shen Shuang frowned slightly, her eyes on the road ahead, as she analyzed in a calm tone: "It is indeed very fishy. But without evidence, we can't make wild guesses. Besides..."
She paused, seemingly weighing her words before continuing, "Besides, theoretically, this has nothing to do with Jiang Cheng. After we left the bar, wasn't he with us the whole time? Later, we drove him directly back to Renji Mountain Villa. He has a solid alibi."
Shen Shuang's words seemed directed at Xu Yan, but also seemed like she was emphasizing them to herself.
She needed such a logically clear reason to convince herself and eliminate that terrifying possibility from her mind.