Before he could process his emotions, Lin Kun had already eagerly approached.
His waist was slightly bent, and his face was plastered with a perfectly measured smile.
His gaze bypassed Wang Sicong and Qin Fen, landing precisely on An Xin.
"Miss An, young masters, what would you like to drink tonight? I'll have someone bring over those few bottles of vintage Burgundy from the cellar, what do you think..."
Before he could finish, Wang Congcong, who had just sat down, moved.
He gave Lin Kun a faint glance.
Although there was no displeasure in that look, it carried a clear hint.
Lin Kun's voice came to an abrupt halt.
In that instant, Wang Congcong reached out and took the drink menu from Lin Kun's hand.
Turning and leaning slightly, he handed the menu directly to Jiang Cheng.
"Brother Cheng, see what you want to drink."
Wang Congcong's movements were very natural, but except for Qin Fen, Wang Zheng, and An Xin, the expressions of everyone else in the booth froze for a moment.
The eyes of the Atmosphere Group Young Ladies, who had been focused on Wang Congcong, went wide.
Although they all thought Jiang Cheng was very handsome when he walked in,
in their line of work, being handsome or well-endowed was useless.
Money was the key to the final level.
As long as you had money, it didn't matter if you were fat, short, ugly, or round; these young ladies would pleasure you faster than anyone when it was time.
So, seeing Jiang Cheng holding An Xin's hand earlier, they had already proactively removed him from tonight's Must-pleasure list...
But now, with Wang Congcong handing over the drink menu, the gazes of the Atmosphere Group Young Ladies instantly shifted.
Not just these young ladies, even the smile on Lin Kun's face froze.
What was going on?
This young man... he had thought he was just An Xin's male companion. His family background might be decent, but he would surely be a step below the An Family.
After all, in Chengdu, those who could stand on equal footing with the An Family could be counted on two fingers.
But now...
Who was Wang Congcong? A top-tier second-generation rich kid, always the center of attention wherever he went.
Even in Chengdu, on the An Family's turf.
He might have to give the An Family some face, but even if he did, he should have handed the menu to An Xin.
Why would he be so subservient to An Xin's boyfriend?
Unless...
Lin Kun's pupils constricted slightly.
Unless this young man's status was even higher than An Xin's.
No, it wasn't that his status was higher than An Xin's.
It was that in Wang Sicong's heart, his priority was higher than An Xin's.
What did this mean?
Lin Kun didn't dare think further, but he knew one thing: he had almost made a huge mistake.
He quickly adjusted his expression, bending even lower. The smile on his face changed from "respect for the An Family's daughter" to "awe for a top-tier guest."
His gaze discreetly swept over Jiang Cheng's face, etching his features, profile, and posture into his mind.
"Sir, what would you like to drink? Or should I have everything on the menu brought out for you to choose from?"
Jiang Cheng took the menu but didn't rush to flip through it.
Instead, he looked at Wang Sicong with a half-smile. "What's this? Didn't An just say that my lower-body happiness depends entirely on Sister Xin? You're the host today, shouldn't you ask Sister Xin what she wants to drink first?"
Wang Congcong gave Jiang Cheng a thumbs-up.
He chuckled and leaned back on the sofa. "What she drinks depends on what you order. Right, Sister Xin?"
An Xin clearly didn't mind Wang Congcong's actions at all.
She was actually a bit afraid that Jiang Cheng wouldn't have a good time because of her.
She glanced at Jiang Cheng, the corners of her lips curling up slightly.
"Mm, that's right. You order."
Seeing a hint of a young girl's shyness on An Xin's face, Lin Kun's heart skipped a beat.
An Xin's "Mm" and Wang Congcong's gesture of handing over the menu meant the same thing.
They both deferred to this man.
Jiang Cheng didn't decline further and casually flipped through the menu.
In these bars, the drinks were always the same few varieties.
Jiang Cheng casually listed a few names, and Lin Kun didn't dare to be negligent.
He immediately noted them down and went to arrange it personally, his steps feeling light as he left.
Once he was gone, Qin Fen couldn't help but laugh out loud. "Holy shit, Brother Wang, you did that on purpose, didn't you? Look, that boss's face turned green."
Wang Congcong picked up a mint from the table and threw it at him.
"Me, on purpose? I'm helping him. Better he recognizes who the 'daddy' is early on, so he doesn't fail to recognize Brother Cheng when walking around Chengdu. He might even be secretly thanking me right now..."
Jiang Cheng leaned back on the sofa, his hand casually resting on the back of the sofa behind An Xin.
"With flattery like that, am I paying for the drinks today?"
"No, no, no!" Wang Zheng immediately waved his hands. "We agreed it's on us. Brother Cheng, don't steal the spotlight. Today is mainly about us treating Sister Xin to drinks; you just worry about being a kept man."
"Exactly, Brother Cheng. To put it bluntly, the few of us are still counting on you to take us to the top..."
"You guys are simply ridiculous. This is Chengdu, watch your language..."
An Xin was holding a glass of water, but she paused at his words and turned to look at Jiang Cheng.
Qin Fen and Wang Zheng looked into the dance floor, and after spotting several men in White socks, they couldn't help but shudder.
After a few rounds of drinks, the atmosphere warmed up.
Wang Congcong pulled Qin Fen and Wang Zheng to the edge of the dance floor to greet acquaintances.
Before leaving, he didn't forget to lean in and whisper mischievously into Jiang Cheng's ear, "Brother Cheng, we're creating an opportunity for you. Don't waste it."
Jiang Cheng cursed with a smile and kicked him away.
The booth instantly became quiet. The Atmosphere Group Young Ladies were very discerning and retreated to a corner to play on their phones, leaving the space for the two in the middle.
The music was deafening, and the lights flickered in a daze.
An Xin sat on the sofa, holding a drink, her gaze fixed on the swaying crowd on the dance floor, lost in thought.
Jiang Cheng turned to look at her.
The light slid across her profile, tracing a cool and elegant outline.
Her features were calm, out of place with the clamor of the bar.
The lights flickered across her face; her usually cold features now held an indescribable softness.
"Do you want to go down and dance?" he asked.
An Xin suddenly snapped out of it and looked up at him, a faint trace of surprise flashing in her eyes, her eyelashes trembling slightly. "You'll dance?"
Jiang Cheng laughed openly and lazily, his gaze landing on her face with a hint of indulgence. "If you want to dance, I'll accompany you."
An Xin froze for a moment, the corners of her lips slowly curving into a slight arc, like a crack forming in ice. "Then forget it, I don't really want to dance either."
"Then what do you want to do?"
An Xin didn't answer, just quietly looked at him.
Seeing her suddenly become so serious, Jiang Cheng's eyebrows twitched.
The hazy lights soaked into her eyes, making them shine brilliantly.
The light in her eyes as she looked at him held both timidity and a touch of wildness.
This was the first time Jiang Cheng felt An Xin taking an active, predatory approach toward him.
Before, she had mostly been conflicted or hesitant when facing him.
But now, not only her thoughts but even her actions were clearly different.
Though she was sitting quietly, she seemed to be silently drawing closer.
After a few seconds, she spoke: "I was wondering, when you mentioned being a kept man just now, were you serious?"
As the only daughter of the An Family, recruiting a Matrilocal son-in-law was inevitable.
Jiang Cheng's eyebrows rose slightly, his tone teasing. "What, is the eldest Miss An really going to keep me?"
An Xin withdrew her gaze, looking down at the swaying liquid in her glass.
Her long eyelashes cast a small shadow under her eyes.
"I can't afford to." After saying that, she paused and looked at Jiang Cheng again. "A person like you, I probably can't keep."
Jiang Cheng looked at her and suddenly gave a low laugh.
This was another hint that there were too many women around him.
Although Jiang Cheng understood, he didn't plan to take the bait.
He leaned in slightly, close to her ear, his breath brushing against her earlobe, his voice low and raspy:
"How do you know you can't keep me? What if... I want to be kept?"
With this sudden closeness, An Xin's fingers tightened around her glass.
Although nervous, she forced herself not to pull away.
The warm air hit her face, and her earlobes visibly turned a light shade of red.
After taking a silent breath, she slowly turned her head. "Then who do you want to keep you?"