...What does this mean?
This Girl... what does she mean??
The way she spoke just now, that posture... it didn't sound like she wanted to keep arguing. Instead, it sounded like... she was offering her 'first blood'?
I probably didn't guess wrong, right?
Alright then.
So... when did she manage to win herself over?
Or is there really something she needs my help with at Tyrande?
Before, Jiang Cheng felt that sleeping with this Big Sister would be like a time bomb, considering the relationship between their families.
But the current situation clearly isn't just about mutual consent anymore, is it?
I'm being forced to help, aren't I?
Around nine o'clock in the evening, Jiang Cheng didn't drive a supercar. Instead, he took a relatively low-key rolls-royce to the Yiheng Hotel to pick up Fang Yuan.
Yes, you read that right.
Compared to the red flag car brand or the dark nights sound, a rolls-royce is indeed considered relatively low-key.
Realizing he didn't have many cars here in Kyoto, Jiang Cheng thought about buying a couple more daily drivers the next time he visited.
As the car pulled to a stop and the door opened, Jiang Cheng's eyes glazed over for a moment.
Damn, are you trying to test an old cadre with this?
Fang Yuan stood outside the car, wearing a black mesh long-sleeved inner layer.
Over it was a matching tight-fitting camisole mini-skirt, with the hem just barely covering the tops of her thighs.
On her lower half were black silk stockings with polka dots, making her legs look slim and straight, and she wore a pair of patent leather boots that reached up to her calves.
She held an LV monogrammed checkered shawl in one hand and a matching monogrammed handbag in the other. Her entire look was both pure and seductive, incredibly eye-catching in the night.
Seeing Jiang Cheng staring at her beautiful legs in that ultra-short skirt...
Fang Yuan's face turned slightly Red.
Even though she was wearing black silk stockings under the tight skirt, she still shyly reached out to tug down the hem that was riding up.
She explained awkwardly, "I thought since we're going to a bar, dressing like this might be more appropriate..."
After returning to the hotel, she had searched for many bar-related videos on Red.
Referencing the bar outfits she saw there, she had hesitantly gone to a nearby pedestrian street to buy this ensemble.
Jiang Cheng stared for several seconds before finally speaking, "Get in quickly, it's windy outside."
Fang Yuan took the initiative to say, "I actually talked to Ying'er when I bought these clothes; she was the one who helped me pick out the combination..."
Seeing Fang Yuan explain again, Jiang Cheng took another generous look at her. "I remember when I went to the bar with Zhou Ying, she wore a long black dress."
Fang Yuan immediately understood Jiang Cheng's meaning. So Zhou Ying dressed conservatively herself but picked out such a sexy outfit for her... At that thought, her face instantly turned even redder.
Fortunately, Jiang Cheng only gave her a playful look before saying, "But you look very good in this, it really suits you..."
As soon as he said that, Fang Yuan's heart couldn't help but skip a beat.
After softly saying thank you, she turned her gaze toward the window, pretending to look at the scenery.
Before she got into the car, Jiang Cheng's gaze had been very aggressive.
Even as she looked at him to explain, he hadn't dodged her gaze at all.
To be honest, this feeling of losing control made her both distressed and unable to resist a sense of pride.
After getting in the car, however, Fang Yuan noticed that Jiang Cheng didn't make any moves.
The back seat of this rolls-royce had clearly been modified.
The rear seating was a continuous row of leather seats.
Though Fang Yuan didn't know why it was modified like that.
Jiang Cheng sat very properly.
He remained seated by the door, so there was still a distance between them.
This young man had looked at her so nakedly just now, yet now his self-control was so strong.
A complex feeling rose in her heart again.
On one hand, she couldn't help but feel disappointed; on the other, she felt happy for Zhou Ying.
She knew she was being contradictory, but in this situation, that's exactly how she felt.
If she hadn't been sleeping in Zhou Ying's room that time, and Jiang Cheng hadn't mistaken her for someone else...
Then none of this would have happened to her, right?
If there hadn't been those verbal spats and Jiang Cheng intentionally messing with her with things like Eggy Party, it probably wouldn't be this awkward when they were alone now.
Unfortunately, it had already happened. Although Fang Yuan was eager to understand this young man...
She also knew that maintaining the status quo was the optimal solution for their relationship.
Otherwise, one wrong step would lead to another... Soon, the rolls-royce arrived at the entrance of Mr. Thirteen.
Fang Yuan was already both nervous and expectant.
When she got out of the car and saw people taking photos, she instantly looked at Jiang Cheng with some unease.
Seeing this, Jiang Cheng didn't panic at all.
"It's fine, they're taking pictures of the car..."
Jiang Cheng only told half the truth.
Naturally, they weren't just photographing the car. However, even if they photographed people, they would be asked to delete them later. Even if some slipped through the cracks and were posted online, they would be hit with a 404 error immediately.
Jiang Cheng was a good man; things like internet scandals were impossible to spread.
But he couldn't tell Fang Yuan that.
If he did, wouldn't it be obvious that he went out to play often?
As they got out of the car and walked toward the entrance, they saw many spicy duck head at the bar's door holding up their phones to shoot.
Jiang Cheng looked over and saw Shen Lang, Wang Congcong, Qin Fen, and Wang Zheng—the four of them standing at the entrance chatting.
As usual, Wang Congcong was followed by several female Internet Celebrities.
No wonder so many Surrogate Photographers and street snappers were shooting like crazy.
With these guys gathered together, they were practically the mascots of the hotel entrance.
Before Jiang Cheng could lead Fang Yuan over, Wang Zheng's sharp eyes spotted them, and he waved from afar: "Brother Cheng! You're here!"
With his shout, the group immediately looked toward Jiang Cheng and Fang Yuan in unison.
Although Fang Yuan didn't pay much attention to the internet, she still recognized Wang Congcong.
She remembered the first time she met Jiang Cheng; Zhou Ying had suggested eating Indian food, and Jiang Cheng had messaged Wang Congcong to ask which place was good.
Back then, Fang Yuan had silently taken note of Jiang Cheng's moments.
It wasn't until she came to Kyoto with Zhou Ying and saw Jiang Cheng's living standards that she realized his social circle was far higher than she had imagined.
So, seeing the warm attitude of these men toward Jiang Cheng now, Fang Yuan wasn't too surprised.
"Wow, Brother Cheng, it's been so long since I've seen you. You have no idea how much I've missed you..." Wang Zheng put on a show of being moved to tears.
Qin Fen immediately agreed: "Exactly, you have no idea. Without you in Magic City, our days have been so hard to endure..."
Seeing the two of them start acting, Wang Congcong coughed and directly complained: "Can you two think before you speak and act? Can you say it a bit later? Can you let me speak first? You've said everything, so what am I supposed to say?"
At those words, Shen Lang laughed: "Haha, please don't take Brother Cheng back to Magic City, okay? If Brother Cheng isn't in Kyoto, I'll be looking out for him until my eyes wear out..."