"Which version do you want to hear? If you want the one for brawling, we'll have to find a hutong entrance and have a long chat."
As soon as he spoke, ripples finally appeared in the depths of Lin Jianwei's dark, deep eyes.
It wasn't surprise.
It was—
She couldn't hold it back.
The corners of her mouth twitched as if she wanted to suppress it, but they still curved up into a shallow smile.
"You..." Lin Jianwei paused, as if re-evaluating him. "Where did you learn that accent?"
Although Lin Jianwei had turned the atmosphere around in just a few words.
Lin Chen's face on the side turned so dark it looked like it could drip water.
His younger sister hadn't easily smiled at any man for twenty years.
Now, she actually smiled at Jiang Cheng.
Jiang Cheng didn't answer, but instead asked, "Want to learn?"
Lin Jianwei didn't nod or shake her head.
She just looked at him with a charming gaze: "Will you teach me?"
The wind blew from the end of the tarmac, lifting a corner of her cloak.
Jiang Cheng had only felt this kind of charming vibe from Zhou Ying before.
But Lin Jianwei wasn't just charming; it was obvious she was also very calculating.
If he didn't have the Character Scanning System, he would have almost been fooled by her.
Zhou Ying's favorability value toward him was extremely high, which was why she could naturally act like a charming Little Girl in front of him.
But this Girl only had a favorability value of 30 toward him, yet she could still put on this harmless act.
Tsk tsk, she was clearly the kind of Girl who could kill without leaving a trace.
Jiang Cheng smiled, a smile that was a bit lazy and roguish.
"You can't afford a teacher like me."
Lin Jianwei leaned in closer and blinked: "Then, can I put it on credit?"
As soon as these words came out, Qiu Yihe's heart, which had just relaxed because of the change in topic, felt like it was being squeezed by an invisible hand.
Logically, she should be happy since Jiang Cheng's fire had finally shifted away from her.
But when Lin Jianwei suddenly started talking to Jiang Cheng, that inexplicable feeling cropped up in her heart again.
Mainly because Jiang Cheng was currently smiling at Lin Jianwei with his head turned.
The smile on his face was exactly the same as when he was stroking her cheek just now.
To think she had felt a heartbeat earlier because of Jiang Cheng's handsome, roguish look.
This man... just how many women had he smiled at like this?
Being glared at by Qiu Yihe, Jiang Cheng couldn't help but cover his mouth and cough lightly.
He didn't respond, just gave her a look.
The look meant: You're quite interesting, but I don't have time to play with you today.
Then he looked down at the Patek Philippe on his wrist; the departure time for the flight Zhou Yang mentioned had long since passed.
But even though the time had passed, Zhou Yang didn't dare to rush Jiang Cheng.
No longer paying attention to Lin Jianwei, Jiang Cheng naturally turned his gaze to Qiu Yihe.
"What time is your flight?"
Unfortunately, if she boarded Jiang Cheng's plane now, she would still have to spend time transferring to Shanghai; there really wasn't enough time.
If she hadn't already been delayed for a day by Qiu Yihes maternal uncle, Qiu Yihe would definitely have intentionally boarded Jiang Cheng's private jet.
Knowing Jiang Cheng's nature, he would definitely be with Chloe on the plane later... She was quite unwilling that she couldn't ruin the "love flight" time between Jiang Cheng and Chloe.
Gritting her teeth, she spoke: "It's about to take off, I'm getting ready to board..."
"Then let's keep in touch... anyway, the two of us get along quite well..."
Hearing Jiang Cheng's words, the corners of Qiu Yihe's mouth curled up slightly.
After saying that, Jiang Cheng spoke to Lin Chen in a cheeky manner: "Young Master Lin, time's up, it's your turn to shine. You can continue escorting her to the plane..."
Being teased like this by Jiang Cheng, Lin Chen felt like he was about to spit blood.
You brat, teasing Girls yourself and then coming to tease me... He opened his mouth but still didn't curse out loud.
He only spoke stiffly: "Naturally, I must..."
His upbringing didn't allow him to say anything improper here.
In his vocabulary, there were no weapons to counter such blunt provocation.
From childhood to now, no one had ever spoken to him like this.
His face grew redder and redder.
His lips moved, swallowing his anger, as he added: "Old Master Qiu's entrustment, I wouldn't dare to be negligent."
Seeing him still holding onto his manners, Jiang Cheng sized him up unhurriedly. His gaze wasn't exactly malicious, just... too blunt.
"Yo, Young Master Lin," he said, his tone like casual conversation, "have you ever heard of the term 'Warm Man'?"
Seeing Jiang Cheng ask so suddenly, Lin Chen subconsciously didn't answer.
Although after pondering for a moment, he felt like the words 'Warm Man' didn't seem like a derogatory term.
But he had lost the upper hand in the previous two confrontations.
So at this moment, he instinctively felt that Jiang Cheng was going to dig a hole for him again.
"What do you mean by that?"
After speaking, Jiang Cheng stepped forward and patted Lin Chen's shoulder.
"Don't understand?"
Lin Chen didn't speak, but the expression on his face said everything.
Jiang Cheng laughed.
"Fine. I usually don't explain things. But I'm in a good mood today, and seeing how sincere you are—"
Jiang Cheng leaned in closer, his voice not loud, but enough for everyone present to hear clearly:
"The term 'Warm Man' is an internet buzzword from the last couple of years, part of pop culture. It refers to guys who are exceptionally good to people, very gentle, and very thoughtful. They show constant care, are meticulous, bring umbrellas when it rains, and add clothes when it's cold..."
He paused and then couldn't help but laugh: "To put it bluntly—it's a 'Fei Yang Yang'."
Lin Chen's face began to flush.
The smile was still there.
But the curve of his lips stiffened for a moment.
What did he mean? How did he know?
Just as he was thinking about how to break the situation, Jiang Cheng chuckled: "When netizens rank the hierarchy of contempt for romantic types, guess where the 'Warm Man' ranks?"
Without waiting for Lin Chen's answer, Jiang Cheng started answering himself: "At the bottom. Two spots lower than a simp."
Lin Chen opened his mouth, wanting to say something.
Jiang Cheng didn't give him the chance.
"Do you know why? A simp truly wants something and can at least get a taste; they simp passionately, humbly, and in a way that makes people pity them. But a 'Warm Man'? He's good to people but doesn't dare let them know why; he gives, but is afraid of looking like he's asking for something; he clearly likes someone, but insists on packaging it as 'just happened to' or 'it's what I should do'."
After this explanation, Lin Chen finally understood.
Isn't he fucking talking about him?
But his face, starting from the base of his ears, was gradually stained with a faint red.
Seeing Lin Chen looking so angry he could spit blood, Jiang Cheng added cheekily once more: "Young Master Lin, you have such a family background and appearance—why bother competing in this lane?"