Wang Sheng leaned against the doorframe, spinning a coin between his fingertips. Upon hearing this, he raised an eyebrow, his tone incredibly casual: "Sorry, Young Master Xu, my master is busy right now. You'll have to wait a bit longer."
"Busy?" Xu Zhi sneered. Just as he was about to curse again, he heard a woman's faint laughter from behind the moon gate in the inner room. Her voice was soft and sweet, mingled with Jiang Cheng's low, teasing laughter.
The sound wasn't loud, yet it instantly made his face flush crimson.
Damn it!
He had been brought here just to wait around.
While the man himself was inside playing with a woman!
Wasn't Jiang Cheng doing this to intentionally humiliate him?
What a humiliation! This was simply a great humiliation!!
He slammed his hand on the table, but just as he was about to speak, Wang Sheng's expression instantly turned cold.
"Young Master Xu, if I were you, I'd be sensible enough to sit down and drink some tea. We might have good tempers, but that doesn't mean Young Master Jiang is a saint. My master is currently in high spirits; if you interrupt and ruin his mood now, you'll be the one who's unlucky..."
Wang Sheng's words were very effective right now.
Although Xu Zhi felt humiliated, he had to admit that Jiang Cheng's status was indeed much higher than his own.
He could only swallow his pride, grit his teeth, and sit back down in the chair in frustration.
Seeing this, Wang Sheng silently gave Jiang Cheng a thumbs-up in his heart.
Wang Sheng had clearly misunderstood Jiang Cheng's intentions, thinking Jiang Cheng was intentionally trying to humiliate Xu Zhi by having Wang Yuyan make those sounds.
But in reality, that wasn't the case at all, okay?
Jiang Cheng was a good man.
Although this kind of scene was indeed more exciting than usual.
But he wasn't the type of person who would ignore a Girl's feelings just to seek excitement.
Unless the Girl requested it herself, in which case he would reluctantly cooperate.
That's right, she also knew there was someone in the hall.
But after doing the dry and refreshing project, it was even more different than she had imagined.
Seeing Wang Yuyan's state, Jiang Cheng spoke considerately, "How about we move to another place?"
She looked at him with a flushed, bashful face: "No, there's no need. Let's just stay here..."
"Holding back here isn't satisfying enough..."
Wang Yuyan bit her lower lip.
Although she felt somewhat ashamed, Wang Yuyan didn't want to leave.
She had already made up her mind.
She had been the one to proactively approach Jiang Cheng from the very beginning.
She was fundamentally different from the shy and reserved Little Girls around Jiang Cheng.
In terms of age, she wasn't as young as the others, but when it came to being open and uninhibited, she could certainly hold her own.
Moreover, for some reason, the more she knew there was someone in the hall, the more excited she became.
Summoning her courage, she whispered seductively into Jiang Cheng's ear, "Then don't hold back. Don't you think it's more exciting here?"
These words instantly left Jiang Cheng somewhat speechless.
Although Jiang Cheng could tell that the Girls around him all enjoyed being brought down and dominated.
They also really liked the subject one project, but to be honest, Jiang Cheng's subject one usually only involved the first half; the second half was rarely carried out.
But this kind of situation was very rare.
After all, they weren't together every day.
Plus, Jiang Cheng was handsome and had a great physique.
Under normal circumstances, once he hugged a Girl and kissed her lips, she would immediately lose herself in the moment.
Today was an exception, of course.
Since the Girl had prepared so diligently, he had to let her experience the difference.
It was just that he had been taking her feelings into account earlier.
Uh... over an hour later, a series of steady footsteps finally echoed from the moon gate on the west side of the main hall.
Jiang Cheng walked out slowly, his arm wrapped around Wang Yuyan's waist.
Wang Yuyan's hair still held a hint of dampness, and she had changed into a well-fitted silk bathrobe.
With a trace of pampered laziness between her brows, she stood quietly by Jiang Cheng's side.
Her gaze swept over the group including Xiao, who were kneeling in the hall, and then landed on Xu Zhi's ashen face.
A different kind of pleasure welled up within her.
So this was what it felt like to be a big shot's woman.
It truly felt amazing...
In stark contrast to Wang Yuyan was Xu Zhi.
To Xu Zhi, it seemed Jiang Cheng was intentionally using this posture to tell him that he, Xu Zhi, wasn't even worthy of carrying his shoes!
This surge of anger had just reached his throat when it was suppressed by Jiang Cheng's nonchalant yet intimidatingly oppressive gaze.
If Xiao and the others hadn't been caught by Jiang Cheng, he might have been able to go head-to-head with him.
In the current situation, he was the one in the wrong and the one without any leverage.
Holding Wang Yuyan, Jiang Cheng sat down relaxed on the master chair in the center of the hall.
"Young Master Xu," Jiang Cheng spoke, his voice not loud and carrying a hint of hoarseness from having just relaxed, "sorry to keep you waiting. When I'm in the mood, I don't really keep track of time."
All the questioning and fury Xu Zhi had prepared came to a sudden halt in the face of this completely unexpected opening.
His face flushed bright red as he squeezed out a sentence: "Jiang Cheng, don't go too far! My father is the richest man in China. Just you try touching a single finger of mine!"
Jiang Cheng seemed to find his reaction somewhat interesting, as the corners of his lips curled up into a very faint smirk.
He walked unhurriedly to the grand armchair at the head of the room and sat down with Wang Yuyan in his arms.
Leaning back slightly, he rested his elbows on the armrests, his fingers casually placed on Wang Yuyan's waist.
This relaxed and steady posture made the entire space of the hall feel as if it were pressing down on Xu Zhi, who was sitting below.
His gaze slowly swept over the wretched-looking Xiao and his group on the floor before landing back on Xu Zhi's face.
"son of the richest man?" Jiang Cheng raised an eyebrow and let out a scoff. He reached out to stroke the tender skin on Wang Yuyan's waist, his tone playful yet filled with utter contempt. "Yuyan, listen to that. How can there still be people in this world who treat being born into the right family as a personal achievement?"