"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing. I just did a few hundred 'pull-ups' by the door, and I'm feeling pretty good. I'm lying flat right now..."
Seeing that Jiang Cheng sounded normal, Chen Xueer nodded, but she soon felt it was illogical. "A few hundred pull-ups? That's impossible... I remember back in school, most boys could only do a few..."
"Well, my posture is similar to that one, but mine is much more energy-efficient..."
"..." Chen Xueer fell completely silent for two seconds; only her slightly quickened breathing could be heard.
She understood what Jiang Cheng was referring to, and what kind of intense "anaerobic exercise" was happening on the other end of the line.
Xu Yan, who was currently being subjected to Jiang Cheng's Broken Throat Technique, heard everything clearly. Her face was already red enough to bleed; she was both ashamed and annoyed, yet she was pinned down and unable to resist...
So, when they were at the door earlier, Jiang Cheng and Jiang Churan really were...
But it made sense, because she herself had just moved along to the rhythm behind the door panel earlier.
It seemed she could rest easy now.
Between the commotion last night and the commotion outside the door this morning, Jiang Cheng and Jiang Churan must have messed around at least twice.
Even after such high-frequency battles, Jiang Cheng could still alternate between the 'Giant Panda' and performing oral punishment on her.
Didn't this mean that in the future, Jiang Cheng would have the ability to handle both of them in turn?
Although she hadn't thought about anything...
"Tsk tsk, forget it. Don't try to fool me. Don't I know you? You must be up to no good... I won't disturb you any longer..."
"Oh, alright then. That's the general gist of how to handle this matter. I trust your ability, so I won't say more..."
On the other end of the line, Chen Xueer felt like she hadn't even unleashed a fraction of her sarcasm before Jiang Cheng hung up.
She could only huff angrily and spit at her phone. "He really is a lecher, only thinking about women every day..."
Jiang Cheng tossed his phone aside and looked down at Xu Yan, whose cheeks were flushed and whose eyes were filled with a mix of shame and indignation. He raised an eyebrow and smiled. "Did you hear that? Manager Chen even reminded me to watch my 'amount of exercise.' But I think... after the 'warm-up,' the formal 'training' has only just begun."
"You... Chu Ran will be waking up soon...!" Xu Yan finally found a chance to catch her breath and curse.
"You know that too?" Jiang Cheng pinched the back of her neck. Now that things had reached a critical moment, there was no way he would let her go. "But weren't you quite bold just now?..."
She pulled back her hand and rubbed her wrist. "I didn't do anything... I just saw that you were working hard on the phone and wanted to help you... relax a bit?"
"Oh? Is that so? Then shall we continue?"
Enveloped by his suddenly approaching aura, Xu Yan's cheeks finally began to burn with delayed realization.
"No more, it's too taxing. Next time, there's no time left..."
"Who leaves things half-finished? Don't worry, you don't have to use your hands. If you don't use your hands, other places will do... And since you're so good at helping me relax, I should give you something in return..."
Seeing Jiang Cheng's hand pat her buttocks, Xu Yan jumped up in fright.
"But I don't need it anymore, don't..."
"How can you be done? You haven't even started. As for me, if someone gives me an inch, I'll definitely give them a mile. Have you heard the phrase? Good things take time—or in this case, good wetness takes time. Don't move..."
Ten minutes later, Xu Yan ran back to her room with a very red face, her hands clutching herself tightly.
Just as she was cautiously taking off her top, she heard Jiang Churan open the door and call out, "darling..."
Hearing this, Xu Yan's movements instantly quickened.
Originally, she had thought about just using a tissue to wipe up.
After all, she had already taken off her top and was ready to change. But now, she lowered her head and sniffed her chest, then immediately turned and rushed into the bathroom.
With this scent, Jiang Churan would probably smell it as soon as she got close...
12:00 PM.
Kyoto Airport, Private Jet VIP Waiting Lounge.
This was the most secluded corner of the entire airport.
It was completely isolated from the regular terminals; one had to swipe an access card three times just to enter the corridor.
The entire lounge had a ceiling height of nearly five meters, the walls were made of Italian Carrara marble, and the floor was covered with hand-woven Persian rugs that made almost no sound when stepped on.
In the center was a custom Italian leather sofa, next to which stood a climate-controlled wine cellar stocked with several bottles of Bordeaux from 1982 or earlier.
When Jiang Cheng pushed open the door and entered, three concierges in dark gray uniforms immediately bowed slightly. "Mr. Jiang, your aircraft will complete its pre-flight checks in about fifteen minutes. You may prepare to board at any time."
Their voices were kept very low, their posture respectful without the slightest hint of flattery.
This was the unspoken understanding of top-tier service: low presence, but precise boundaries.
Jiang Cheng nodded and then walked toward the three people on the sofa.
On the sofa, Wang Zheng, Qin Fen, and Wang Congcong had long since sprawled out.
Cigarettes, tea, and phones were scattered in a mess, with no sense of formality whatsoever; they were clearly close friends to the core.
As soon as the three of them heard footsteps, they stood up almost simultaneously.
Although they were all very familiar with each other and knew that Jiang Cheng wouldn't be angry even if they didn't stand up.
But this subconscious action was no longer a matter of courtesy; it had become an instinct.
Wang Zheng was the first to click his tongue.
"Brother Cheng, you're finally here. If you hadn't come, I would have fallen asleep here."
Wang Congcong took over. "A man with many sisters-in-law is bound to be busy. Brother Cheng, remember to balance work and rest..."
Qin Fen suppressed a laugh upon hearing this. "Speaking of which, Old Wang and Brother Qi have the most experience. Wait, Brother Wang, did you go? Didn't you say you'd go check it out together when you had time?"
Wang Congcong shrugged. "I didn't really feel anything. After all, I'm different from those two. I'm not weak, so I just treat it as nourishing my body. It felt fine..."
Hearing this, Wang Zheng, who had been stabbed for no reason, clutched his chest in disbelief. "Wait, Brother Wang, what do you mean by that? Are you saying only the two of us are weak?"
Wang Congcong was instantly amused. "Don't you have any idea about that yourself?"
Seeing Wang Zheng roll his eyes, Qin Fen added another blow. "Look at how effective it was for Brother Qi, then look at yourself—"
Wang Zheng immediately raised his hand. "Stop! I'm the same as Brother Wang! We both drink it as a health supplement, just TCM conditioning! We don't expect this stuff to cause any big waves..."
Jiang Cheng exposed him mercilessly. "Oh, I think I understand now. If it works and is effective, you're weak. If you're still weak after taking it, then it's called health maintenance..."
Wang Zheng: "..."
Wang Congcong: "..."