Shen An: "Hahaha, you brothers really know how to play..."
Qi Yuan: "Old Wang, didn't you say you were going to be a good man?"
Wang Zheng: "@Everyone, I'm a good man now... I was with my girlfriend last night and kept myself clean... Don't wrong me..."
Jiang Cheng: "Then may I ask who the last one belongs to..."
Qin Fen: "It's not me..."
Qi Yuan: "Pfft!! Let me save the photo first."
Qi Yuan: "@Wang Congcong, you've finally grown up and are no longer obsessed with the young, thin types. As your 'father', I am very pleased."
Shen An: "Forgive my lack of experience, but they say mature women are 'moist'. Is it really fun?"
Chen Hao: "@Shen An, I don't know. I'm currently in seclusion for blind dates. Brother, you try it first. Seeing as Brother Wang posted a picture, it's probably pretty good..."
Shen An: "Haha, next time you come to the capital, let's form a group..."
Wang Congcong: "..."
Wang Congcong: "Damn, I arranged this for Old Wang. Who knew he'd actually turned over a new leaf."
...
When The three women came out and saw Jiang Cheng waving at them, all three obediently walked over to him.
Chloe naturally sat on Jiang Cheng's lap, while Chen Jiaxue and Zhao Yihan sat on either side of him.
Jiang Cheng gave Chloe a squeeze and then pointed at the photos they were sending, asking, "From your perspective as a foreigner, which of these do you think has the highest beauty score?"
Seeing Jiang Cheng show his phone to Chloe, the two women leaning next to her looked slightly jealous.
Jiang Cheng showing it to Chloe was just to see if her aesthetic matched the calculation method given by the system.
Seeing Chloe point to the one with the highest system beauty score, Jiang Cheng showed the photo to the other two women.
Seeing Chloe point to the one the system judged as having the highest beauty score, Jiang Cheng showed the photo to the other two women again.
The two women chose differently, but both chose from the top two in terms of beauty.
From this, it seemed the system's beauty calculation was indeed precise and aligned with general aesthetic logic.
Jiang Cheng was originally going to go out to eat.
But with The three women sitting like this, he couldn't help but start 'working' again.
Under his tireless efforts, The three women had clearly adapted to the mix of dry and wet usage.
When they first started exploring, they still needed the auxiliary tools they had prepared.
But now, it was clearly unnecessary.
Jiang Cheng played with the two 'controllers' with red buttons on his left and right.
Biting a large cherry in his mouth, he charged forward without looking back.
...
At 11:30 AM, the rolls-royce appeared downstairs at Jiang Tai Company.
Jiang Cheng glanced at the company's main entrance and couldn't help but pick up his phone to send his dad a message.
Jiang Cheng: "Dad, I miss you..."
On the other end of the phone, when Jiang Jianming saw this message, the work meeting where he was currently deploying the Niuma Tibet Project suddenly went silent for a moment.
He stared at the five words 'Dad, I miss you' on the screen, his fingers trembling slightly under the table.
The project manager reporting nearby noticed his strange expression and unconsciously lowered his voice.
Jiang Jianming blinked, cursed'Stupid kid' in his heart, but remained calm on the surface as he typed a line.
Jiang Jianming: "What? Out of money?"
Jiang Cheng: "..."
Jiang Cheng looked at the reply, his mouth twitching.
"Dad, am I short on money now? I really miss you. Is it cold over there in Tibet? Are you eating on time?"
Jiang Jianming looked at this message, the corners of his mouth curling up involuntarily before he forced them back down.
He looked around the conference room at these people who had suffered with him on the plateau for several months.
Which of these people didn't report work to him every day, yet not one had asked if he was cold or if he had eaten.
Jiang Jianming cleared his throat and tapped his fingers on the screen a few times.
Jiang Jianming: "I'm in a meeting. Everything is fine here. There are people taking care of me, so don't worry."
After sending that, he added another one.
Jiang Jianming: "By the way, your mom asked me to check if you received the yak beef jerky she sent last time? She said she picked it out herself."
Jiang Cheng: "Received it. Luckily my teeth are good. By the way, Dad, do you have enough oxygen there? If you feel unwell, use the oxygen more; don't just tough it out."
Looking at the word 'Dad', Jiang Jianming held the phone, his fingertips trembling slightly.
Everyone in the conference room could see something was wrong with his expression and they all slowed down their speaking.
Jiang Jianming: "I'm in a meeting. Everything is fine here. There are people taking care of me, so don't worry."
Just as Jiang Jianming finished sending this, Fang Yuan happened to walk out from the revolving door.
Today, she was wearing a navy blue professional suit skirt.
It was well-tailored, with the hem about three fingers' width above the knee, revealing a section of straight, well-proportioned calves.
She wore a white silk shirt with an exquisite bow tied at the collar.
Her hair was pinned up, revealing her fair neck, and a pair of small pearl earrings on her earlobes shimmered with a gentle luster in the sunlight.
Jiang Cheng's gaze lingered on her for a second.
This outfit looked a bit like how Zhou Ying would look once she matured...
Fang Yuan maintained herself incredibly well.
At this moment, she possessed both a mature charm and was not at all 'greasy'.
Instead, due to years of self-discipline, she exuded a cold and detached temperament.
Like a secluded orchid blooming in a deep valley, not competing or grasping, yet making it impossible for one to look away.
Fang Yuan walked to the side of the car, and the rear door had already been opened.
She paused, took a deep breath, and then got into the back seat.
She nodded slightly towards him: "Have you been waiting long?"
Seeing her slightly reddened earlobes, Jiang Cheng smiled and shook his head: "No, you came down very quickly."
After Jiang Cheng said this, he didn't make any further moves, and the two maintained a proper distance.
"I won't be staying in Chengdu for long. I'm taking you to eat with my friends, you don't mind, do you?"
Fang Yuan looked at Jiang Cheng and shook her head: "Of course I don't mind."
The inside of the car went quiet for a moment.
The driver slowly started the car and merged into the traffic flow.
Fang Yuan's gaze fell out the window, watching the street scene retreat rapidly, but her fingers subconsciously tightened around her bag strap.
His voice was still the same—deep and pleasant, just like what she had heard in her dream last night.
When Jiang Cheng sent her the message, she knew she actually shouldn't have come.
Although Jiang Cheng hadn't contacted her since returning from Beijing.
But after all, things had happened.
If something similar happened again, she didn't know if she could control herself like last time.
But thinking that Jiang Cheng didn't mind bringing her around his friends, Fang Yuan couldn't refuse.
This feeling of being acknowledged was something she craved.
Jiang Cheng leaned back in the rear seat, seemingly looking at his phone, yet seemingly looking at nothing at all.
After a moment, he spoke: "How has the company been lately? Any financial issues?"
Fang Yuan withdrew her gaze, her tone returning to calm: "Everything is fine. I've already sent last month's reports to your email. Cash flow is normal, and all expenses are within budget."
"Mm." Jiang Cheng nodded. "Thanks for your hard work."
"It's my duty."
...
Soon, the car arrived at the restaurant Wang Congcong and the others had booked.
Led by the waiter, the two quickly entered the private room.
Seeing Jiang Cheng bring Fang Yuan in, Qin Fen and Wang Zheng both greeted her warmly.
Wang Congcong happened to be on the phone, but he still stood up and nodded to Fang Yuan.
Wang Congcong's tone was lazy: "Brother Zhang, what's up? I'm eating with someone important..."
The other end of the phone was silent for two seconds, thinking Wang Congcong was eating with another female internet celebrity...
The voice was kept very low: "Young Master Wang, those Beijing projects you mentioned... they want to chat with us..."
Seeing that the other party was talking about Conglomerate Name matters, Wang Congcong glanced at Jiang Cheng...
In that brief moment, Qin Fen's phone also rang.
The caller ID showed an encrypted number.
He picked up, and on the other end was a middle-aged man's voice with a Cantonese accent: "Young Master Qin, the people from the Xu Family have come looking. They want to arrange a bridge loan; they're in a hurry, needs to be in the account within three days."
Qin Fen pushed up his glasses: "How much?"
"They're asking for 3 billion, saying it's to fill a hole in overseas debt. The collateral is the equity of a commercial office project in Beijing."